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pb524830 · 2 days

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right where you left me

part: 1 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 2.6k c/w: language a/n: heyyyy everyone! my anons have been begging for another series like anyone else, so here's one i've been thinking about for a second and finally put to paper. i hope you like this just as much as 'anyone else'. btw, if you guys want to send in long ass asks live reacting to my writing (whoever @imaginespazzi 's anon is that does this, i LOVE it) it's such a great way to know what you do and don't like about my writing, and i'd so appreciate it. love you guys!

I blink as the sun hits my eyes, almost blinding me. I stretch at my front door, loosening my muscles that are still a little tight from sleep. I squint against the blaring sunlight, then push my AirPods in and start off down my street. It’s this quaint little neighborhood in Virginia, a not-too-far cry from my home state of Minnesota.

My run is peaceful, Kendrick Lamar blaring in my ears, the music a smooth symphony of artful lyrics backed by a spurring beat. I take down about three miles, reaching what looks to be an old basketball court before slowing to a jog, then a halt. I pant, placing my hands on my hips and allowing my chest to heave as I recover from the run. My sports bra and shorts are soaked with sweat, but the summer air is refreshing.

I tip my head back, soaking in the sun, when I hear a voice behind me. “Hey, you shooting or…” I whip my head around, the voice impossibly and frighteningly familiar.

No fucking way.

“Maya.”

“Paige,” I breathe.

She hesitates, a ball braced at her side, and it looks so natural, just as it always has. She’s wearing a white tee shirt and dark shorts, with blue, red, and white shoes on her feet. Her hair is parted down the middle, slung into a bun at the base of her neck. My breath catches when my eyes meet her stark, blue ones - pools of crystal that glimmer in the summer sun. Her limbs are long and she’s tan, her lips stuck in that damned half-smirk that used to drive me crazy. It fades from her face a little as she takes me in, and I cross my arms over my stomach self-consciously.

“What are you… what are you doing here?” I swallow hard as I stutter over my words.

She coughs awkwardly, tossing the ball back and forth between her hands. “My friend, Azzi - don’t know if you remember her, um… She lives here. In this neighborhood. But we also moved to Virginia when we- when I left for school.”

I remember Azzi. She was one of Paige’s basketball friends, a tall, pretty girl with dark hair and a kind smile. Paige clears her throat. “You… uh, what about you?” I blink. “Oh, um. Yeah, same, actually, my family moved here. Also.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

We’re quiet for a few more minutes. It’s my turn to clear my throat awkwardly.

“Still dancing?” She asks.

I laugh nervously. “Can’t seem to stop. Still hooping?”

She smiles a little more at that. “Can’t seem to stop,” she echoes back to me. Paige hesitates for a moment.

“You look good,” she admits after a few moments.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Oh! Thanks, um… you do, too. Look good, I mean. You look great!”

She raises an eyebrow at my rambling. “Great?” She muses.

I scoff. “No, good. You look good.”

“No, I got it the first time.” Her smirk is widening, her tone teasing.

“Good.”

“Not great?” She’s pushing my buttons now.

“Paige, stop,” I blurt out.

It hangs over us - my usage of her name, the undeniable tension that lingers in the air, nearly suffocating.

She looks down at the ground, kicking at it. “Sorry,” she mumbles.

I sigh. “No, you’re fine. I should- I should go.”

“Maya, don’t do that. Look, I’m sorry-”

“No, I should get home. It was good to see you.”

Stubbornly, I plug my headphones in, pretending not to hear her voice calling out my name, the sound of it echoing behind me, praying I can drown out the past if I just turn my music up loud enough.

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“You’re doing it wrong. Put your foot down on the off beat.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Paige demands, and I bite back a grin.

Patiently, I re-explain the 8 count to her. “It’s just a stupid TikTok. Bro, you’re so extra,” she whines. I hold my hands up. “You’re the one who said you wanted to learn it for real. Like, dancer-style.”

“I never said that.”

“I think those were actually your exact words. Okay, look-”

Paige groans. “Can we take a break?” She begs, grabbing her phone and tossing it onto her bed. She collapses onto it right after, shrugging her shirt off before falling back onto the pillows. I roll my eyes, grabbing my own phone. I sigh, looking at my notifications. Paige’s eyes flicker to mine. “What? Nicky again?” I shake my head. “It’s just… I need to break up with her.” Paige tries and fails to stifle a grin. “You think she knows?” She asks. There’s a hint of smugness to her tone that I don’t like.

I narrow my eyes as she eases off the bed and approaches me, slinging her arms around my waist. “Knows what?” I ask. Paige smirks. “You know what,” she smiles, dipping her head to mine. I shove at her chest, but she pulls me closer. “Knows what we’re really doing?” Paige teases. “Shut up, Paige,” I chide, but she moves in, anyway, slotting her lips against mine in a slow, meaningful kiss.

Her lips work against mine skillfully, and though I’ve only kissed Paige a few times by now, melting into her is only instinct. “Did you eat my Nerds?” She demands, pulling away and licking her lips. I crinkle my nose at her. “Maybe?” She shakes her head at me, mischief glinting in her eyes, before she hoists me up, tossing me onto the bed. “You’re gonna pay for that,” she warns playfully, before tackling me, fingers poking into my sides and eliciting raucous laughter from the both of us. “Okay, okay! I’ll buy you more, stop! Stop!” I shriek. She collapses on top of me, ignoring the way I push at her shoulders.

Paige stares down at me, then leans down to connect our lips again, mouth dancing languidly with mine. I sigh, pushing a hand into her hair and responding eagerly, winding my leg between hers. “Tell her,” she urges, pecking me once. I sigh. “I know. I feel awful about it.” She pushes her body slightly up and nudges my nose with hers. “Come on. She’s not stupid.” She tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “We’re… obvious. You know?” I raise my eyebrow. “If you mean that everyone can tell how bad you want me, then yeah,” I tell her. She sucks her teeth, hitting me on the shoulder. “Tch. You know what I mean. We… were gonna happen.”

I grin at her, though I don’t mean to. “You seem pretty confident about that,” I muse. She grins back at me, her mouth hovering over mine. “Good. I am.”

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My run home is more of a sprint, and I’m absolutely spent when I shove through my front door. “Maya!” My mom calls. “Come help with the groceries!” I oblige, unlacing my shoes and skidding into the kitchen. My mom’s head is stuck in the fridge, trying to make room for all the new produce she’s just bought, so I make myself busy storing away the pantry foods.

“You will not believe who I ran into at the store!” My mom exclaims, poking her head out from behind the fridge door. She’s still in her scrubs, probably just having finished off a shift at work. I raise an eyebrow. “Michelle Obama?” I ask. She frowns at me. “You’re not funny.” I shrug. “I beg to differ.”

My mom is definitely more of my best friend than my actual mom. I mean, she works so much, and I’ve had to practically raise my brother. Plus, with my dad out of the picture since… forever, she’s really all I had.

“Anyway,” she says pointedly, dusting off her hands. “I was at the store, and I ran into Bob Bueckers! Isn’t that crazy? I haven’t seen the Bueckers’ in years, and you and Paige were so close…” My mom continues speaking, I’m sure, but there’s a sudden muffled tone to it, like there’s water in my ears.

It’s just the mention of her name. I hadn’t heard it in years, had tried my best not to even think of her because I knew it would hurt. And seeing her today…

It isn’t fair. She does look great - better, somehow. Not the tall, lanky teenager I was used to. She’s a whole woman, now - muscled and lean, much more sure of herself. And yet… so much is the same - that damned perpetual half smile on her face, the way she tilts her head, the way her eyes glint. I can’t help but wonder if other things are the same, as well.

If her hands are as warm as they always used to be.

If she still picks her face when she’s nervous.

Fuck. Stop it.

“Did you hear what I said, sweetie?”

I shake my head out of my reverie, turning back to my mom. “Uh, no?”

“I invited them over for dinner tonight. Wear something nice.”

I splutter, processing what she’s just said. “I’m sorry. You what?”

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“Uh… here.”

I gingerly take the loaf of banana bread from Paige. I don’t meet her eyes as I let her, her brother, her dad, and her stepmom into the house. “Thanks,” I mumble. Drew stares up at me. “You look different,” he says matter of factly. I smile a little at him. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I tease. He narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll let you know,” he informs me, then skips past me. My little brother, Matthew, catches sight of him, and the two of them run off eagerly to play together.

My heart squeezes a bit at this. I hadn’t realized that Paige and I… growing apart, I suppose one could call it, would mean that our brothers would lose a friendship, too. “He’s, uh… He’s tall, now,” she tries, hesitantly. I glance up at her from the side of my eye, walking to place the dessert on the dining table. She follows me. I hate that she does. I hate that she still smells like herself, that the way she looms over me feels oh-so-familiar.

I toy with the sleeve of my top nervously. “Is that- is that mine?” Paige blurts out suddenly. I glance down at my navy blue top, and my eyes widen. She’s right. It is her shirt, and I hadn’t even realized. It’s a bit big on me, and I’d found it in a box after we’d moved to the new house. “Oh. I guess so, do you want it back? I can go change?” I yammer, and she shakes her head frantically. “No! You don’t have to- That’s not what I meant, you-” She clears her throat.

“It looks nice on you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

I chance a glance at my feet, my hands, anywhere but her. She sighs. “Well, this is fucking awkward,” she mutters. I laugh hollowly. “Whose fault is that, hm?” I say, and I can’t keep the acrid taste of resentment out of my voice. I don’t miss the way her eyes flit to mine, mouth twisting with an unspoken response. “Maya-” she starts. “We should go help,” I interrupt, turning on my heel and walking quickly to the kitchen.

As though it couldn’t get any more awkward, Paige ends up right across from me at dinner. Our parents chatter away, our little brothers in some heated discussion about basketball, and all she and I can do is pick at our food. There are onions in the stir-fry my mom made.

Paige hates onions.

I stifle a grin, despite myself. She’ll eat them, anyway, but I see her pushing them around her plate, putting it off. “Problem, Paige?” I ask sweetly. She narrows her eyes at me. “Not at all,” she shoots back. My mom abruptly stops the conversation she’s having. “Are you alright, honey? Is the food okay?” Paige nods hastily.

“Yes, Ms. Jacobs! It’s so good,” she reassures her. My mom cocks her head, sharp as ever. “Well, you’ve hardly touched it!” I bite back a laugh as Paige shovels a huge scoop into her mouth. “Really good,” she says around the food, smiling as best as she can at my mom. My mom nods, satisfied, and turns away. Paige shoots me a look, kicking me under the table.

I’m shocked. So shocked that the action is natural for her, and shocked at what I do next: kick her back. She gasps, and I guess the huge bite she’s just taken goes down the wrong pipe. She begins coughing violently, and my eyes widen. “Paige? Maya, honey, take her to the kitchen! Get her some water,” she instructs, concerned. Paige thumps her chest, holding up a hand. “All good, I swear,” she tries to say, but her coughs swallow her words.

“Okay, get up. Come on,” I sigh, walking around the table to haul her to her feet by her elbow. I drag her to the kitchen, patting her on the back. I hand her a water bottle from the fridge and she accepts it gratefully. When she looks to the ceiling, her eyes are glassy with tears. “You’re such a little shit,” I sneer. “Me?” She demands indignantly. “Yes! I didn’t even kick you that hard,” I complain.

She raises an eyebrow. “What? You want me to show you?”

“You kicked me first!”

“You were instigating,” she hisses back.

“Spell ‘instigating’, Paige.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Find someone else to do it. That’s what college is for, isn’t it?”

We both fall silent at that. Then, realizing how close we’ve gotten, we back away.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

She sighs. “No, it’s… I deserve that.”

I bite my lip, glancing at the ceiling. “It’s fine. It’s been… what, three years?”

“Still. I should’ve-”

“Look, dude, I’m over it. I’m just giving you a hard time,” I say. Lies. I’m not over it. Not even close.

She blinks. “Yeah, no. Of course. I’m- I’m over it, too.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

It’s so painfully awkward that I want to scream. This is someone who had seen me at my worst, who had held me sobbing when I hadn’t gotten into the school I wanted.

This is the person who sat with me when my dad died, and I had grappled with the grief of losing someone I had hardly ever known.

This is the person who had seen all of me, who had taken my virginity, who had kissed away all my fears and made me feel loved and safe and whole - and the person who had made all of that come crashing down in one fell swoop.

And now I look at her, standing in my kitchen, far from the Minnesota homes we both grew up in. The sharp pain of ‘I don’t fucking know you anymore’ stabs at my heart, nestles into my throat, and I feel tears pricking at my eyes.

I turn away from her and march back into the dining room.

I’m done letting her make me cry.

It’s later that night, long after Paige and her family have left, when I’m finishing up washing the dishes that I hear a knock on the door. I frown, wondering if my mom is expecting someone. Drying my hands off with a towel, I warily open the door.

It’s Paige. My breath catches.

“Hi,” she starts uneasily.

“Hey. Did you forget something?” I ask, keeping my distance.

“Huh? Oh, no. I just…” She swallows hard, looking at her feet.

She clears her throat. “Can we talk?”

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #wcbb #fic #uconn wbb #✂️ anon #ncaaw #paige bueckers x oc #fic talk

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viennakarma · 2 days

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although in say something lewis and reader don’t have a happy ending, sebastian must be so confused and smug at the same time when he finds out fernando and reader end up together. he’ll probably joke about setting up a dating service hahaha

I like to think something silly happened…

That first party when you were introduced to both Lewis and Fernando, I like to think that Sebastian wanted to introduce you to Lewis and Hanna wanted to introduce you to Fernando (which was an ongoing silly joke between the couple)

So years later, after you divorce Lewis and get with Fernando, Hanna is all smug to Seb because she was right all along lol

#f1 fanfic #fic talk #f1 x reader #ask rae #f1 imagine #f1 fic

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anghraine · 1 year

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I do appreciate getting AO3 comments that encourage me to keep going! But I got a comment on an on-hiatus multi-chapter WIP that said absolutely nothing about it being unfinished and just listed things they liked, and it was really sweet.

#i don't feel bad about all my wips (obviously) but i do feel a bit of guilt about some including this fic #and then to get such a nice comment was... well. nice :)#anghraine babbles #ao3 #nice things people say to me #fic talk #fic talk: pemberley and such

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intricatepuckrituals · 2 months

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glowing endorsements from other fandoms regarding hrpf, today

#full on CACKLED over this one lads #delightful interactions with the masses this wednesday sdknbkdjnb #fic talk #ao3 #hrpf #my talk

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bettyfrommars · 3 months

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18+MDNI

say goodnight

an ode to fic writers who burn the midnight oil

You’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long at this point, cursor flashing with accusations of neglect. You take a big swig of the drink next to you, and then start to nibble at your thumbnail, unblinking eyes going dry behind smudged glasses.

That’s when you feel his hands press down onto your shoulders, warm and strong, his lips grazing the back of your head. “I miss you,” he says, kneading like a cat on the taut, stressed muscles of your neck.

He’s been waiting for you to let him know his next move in the story for hours.

“Come to bed,” he cups the front of your throat and his tongue finds the shell of your ear with a tender flick. “You’ll figure out what to do with me tomorrow.”

“But I need to know,” you gulp against his grip, eyes fluttering. “I need to know what you will say, what you will do. I want to be close to you.”

“Be with me now,” he drags a finger across your bottom lip and your tongue darts out to taste him. “Close your eyes, I’m right here.”

“I might hurt you this time, it won’t be pleasant,” you warn, watching the cursor blink through hooded eyes.

“Hmmm you know I love it when you challenge me,” he murmurs, nuzzling the side of your head. “You always make it up to me so good.”

Your breath is shaky as his hand traces down the front of you. “Please don’t leave,” you gasp at his touch.

He drags slow kisses down your neck. “I’ll be here waiting right where you left off. You’ll always have me as long as you never let me die.”

You swallow an exhausted sigh, clicking the tab to close out of your document. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart. Wait for me.”

#fic writing #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #fic talk

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mead-iocre · 28 days

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Fic Masterlist / WIP

Leah Williamson

Our New Normal Pt. 1

Our New Normal Pt. 2

Our New Normal Pt. 3

Football Scarves and Football Kits

Call Me Love"

Vivianne Miedema

Ducky Turn!

Jessie Fleming

Brown Eyes

WIP list:

(Mostly Leah Williamson x Reader)

Wife? Wife. | leah williamson x reader

Another instalment to the 'reader annoying Leah with tiktok trends/pranks series'. Based on a tiktok trend where reader starts calling Leah "wife" instead of girlfriend.

Château Lafite-Rothschild | leah williamson x reader

Leah doesn't like reader's new boyfriend.

Our New Normal Pt. 4

Reader settles in with Arsenal, and moves in with Leah. This time maybe it's Leah who has something to confess.

You can catch up: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Football Scarves and Football Shirts (pt 2) | leah williamson x reader

Leah takes reader to another arsenal match and reader finally gets a chance to purchase a scarf with Leah's face on it.

Read Pt 1 Here

(don't have a title for this one yet) | leah williamson x reader - 18+ nsfw

spit or swallow?

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #woso #woso community #leah williamson imagine #woso blurbs #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #jessie fleming x reader #masterlist #fic masterlist #fic talk #wip #current wip

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womaninwinter · 3 months

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love is stored in AO3 comments

#fic talk #i got a really nice comment and I’ve been smiling all evening

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cambrinkisbae · 17 days

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✧.*Not Friends pt 6*.✧

Paige Bueckers x reader

summary - back to how the both of us always wanted

word count- 1k

themes:

-fluff

-smut

warnings :

-sexual content

A/N - this is super short but I felt like it was an ok way to end this series off. I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTT

my eyes refused to peel away from Paige's gaze while her legs were up in the air, her stomach pressed again my bed with her fingers still resting on her computer. I couldn't resist from dropping my purse on the floor, locking the door, and rushing onto the bed, crawling onto Paige's body. it felt like her arms magnetically wrapped around my back. I could feel her smile against my skin while she dug her nose in the crook of my neck. she sat up quickly, readjusting us so that I was sitting on her lap while her legs were spread about the bed. I could tell that she wanted to pull me into a kiss but I stopped her. my hands were on her almost bare shoulders. I took a moment to stare into her eyes. no where else. I felt all the stress that's ever visited my mind slip away. all my brain could comprehend was Paige's eyes. and the way her hands perfectly fit around my hips and the way her index and middle finger gently tilted in the dip between my hips and upper torso. then I would think about how my hands felt around her body. her skin was always warm, even in the winter. she was like the spark of summer I needed when I was freezing. her skin felt so right in my palms. her hair fell around her back and chest and shoulders perfectly. sometimes I just wanted to feel her hair against my bare skin. even when her hair was losing its bright blonde color and her darker roots peaked through, I couldn't get enough of her hair. of course her lips. I could never rip my eyes off of her lips when she wasn't looking and when she was looking. I constantly find myself looking at how her lips turn up when she sees me or one of her teammates. and the way her perfect teeth were on display after a win. her lips were always pink twenty four seven. even if she had just woken up with her hair tangled, eyelashes just slightly stuck together. her lips were always pink as if she just finished putting on lip gloss. her hands were slender. not extremely veining but you could see the definition. the way her hands tense up when shes feeling any emotion deeper than normally sends me over the edge. she looked like a frank ocean song when sleeping. a lana del rey song when talking. daniel caesar when she was happy. bryson tiller when mad. she looked like the perfect song that made me feel like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

i felt her hands running across my back and thighs while I was simply encapsulated in her eyes. I didn't even notice how hard I was smiling until I looked back at her entire face and saw how red she was getting. she dipped her head down to cover her reddened cheeks but I quickly used my finger to lift her chin up. I held her jaw gently while leaning in closer and placing multiple pecks on her (yes, still pink) lips. my fingers slowly moved down her neck and chest the more Paige deepened the kiss. her hands were now moving down my hips and onto my ass, I guess this wholesome moment where I'm daydreaming about how perfect her features are is over.

i quickly tore off her tank top along with her bra. without looking, I massaged her tits in both of my hands while she tried to slide of my pants without me lifting myself up. I felt her attempts on my body and pulled my lips and hands away for a split second to take off my shorts and panties. small whines left my throat at my already dripping clit dragged across the sweatpants she was wearing. "fuck Paige." I couldn't contain a single noise I made at this point. Paige quickly stuck her lips against mine again, almost muffling each moan and groan I made. my hands wandered around her stomach and hips, also teasing around the top of her sweatpants and the boxers that peeked through. our pants began to melt with each other as I quicked my pace of grinding against her clothed lap. I couldn't take it, the feeling of emptiness in my pussy. as much as I wanted to grab her hand and fuck myself, I waited for her. eventually, she inserted two of her fingers in my wet hole, not waiting to pump in and out with a fast pace. I felt pathetic how close I already was but to be honest, who gives a fuck?

"s-shit I'm so close p." I pulled away from her lips to whine.

"cmon baby." she spoke back at me.

i began to grind onto her hand at the same place that Paige was moving her fingers. I felt my legs begin to tense up tighter and I kept a stronger grip on her waist. everything felt so right as I came on her fingers. louder moans, almost screams, left my mouth as I repeated Paige's name without caring who could hear. my legs began to shake around her hips along with my fingers. I wanted to keep going but Paige slowly removed her fingers from me. as bad as that felt, I decided to rest my forehead on Paige shoulder. she scooted herself down the bed enough for her head to rest on my pillow. I removed the bottom half of my body from hers and left my head between her shoulder and chest, getting more tired as she held onto my back. her hands were under my shirt, messing around with my bra while I was asleep. the last thing I heard before actually knocking out was Paige's softer voice speaking close to my ear.

"I love you so fucking much."

i cannot believe I even denied the fact that we are not friends. never will be now.

#paige bueckers #basketball #lesbian #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #paigexreader #paige x reader #fic talk #cambrinkisbae #smut #Paige bueckers smut #Paige bueckers fluff #fluff #not friends

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paradoxlemonade · 1 month

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Sure sometimes a fic is out of character by canon standards but it's internally consistent and makes sense within itself and that is enough for me

#idea speaks #idea original post #fic talk #look sometimes the tastiest whump comes from the most OOC places

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hoonieshoney · 7 days

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hee making y/n squirt for the first time

I love love love this. Gonna smooch your brain 😗

I hope it’s okay that it’s a tiny little smutty drabble my love 🥹

🚫SMUT🚫

“Is that a challenge, angel?” Heeseung smirks, he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed with both your legs draped over his shoulders staring at your bare wet pussy.

He had told you how much he wanted to see you squirt, but you didn’t believe you could.

“Heeseung..I don’t think it’s possible, some books say that squirting isn’t even real..” you blush watching his face inch closer to your heat.

“Ahh angel, I’m going to fucking ruin you..”

Before you could even respond his mouth was on you, his lips immediately suckling on your swollen clit. Two fingers easily sliding inside of you finding that special spongy spot inside of you.

Your body started shaking at the sensation, he kept a steady pace with his hand while his tongue licked every crevice of you, lightly nipping at the sensitive flesh making you squeal.

He used his free hand and placed it on your lower abdomen and applied pressure. The new sensation had you trying to move away but he pushed down harder keeping you in place.

He lifted his head up to glare at you, “don’t you dare fucking move away from me angel, do that again and I’ll bend you over my knee.”

He dives back in harder, his nose hitting your clit perfectly, tongue sloppily licking at your folds, fingers assaulting that spongy spot.

It was all becoming too much.

Your body felt like it was on fire, your orgasm was fast approaching, but this felt different. The pleasure and pressure became overwhelming and had your eyes watering.

You tried to warn him, but only a choked sob came out and everything turned to white hot heat. And you felt the gush.

It took a few minutes to gain your composure and your vision to come back. Looking down, your cheeks instantly reddened at the sight.

Heeseung resting his chin on your knee, the entire lower half of his face and the entire front of his shirt was covered in your mess. He had his signature smug look on his face.

“D-Did I…?”

“Mmm, you sure did angel.” He stood up and unbuckled his belt while staring down at your trembling body. “Now..it’s my turn to cum.”

#honey answers #i beg save me #fic talk #heeseung smut

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pb524830 · 2 days

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clean up nice

part: 2 ;) pairing: paige bueckers x reader word count: 2.3k c/w: this is just straight filth i'm sorry a/n: miami post had me acting up! just kidding but not really but someone asked for a part two of this :)

The afterparty is small, in a suite at the hotel we’re all staying at. It’s just me, Paige, Azzi, Aaliyah, Nika, and Aubrey, along with the coaches and staff. The intimacy of it is sweet, comforting… until Paige’s hand lands on my thigh. Me, her, and the other girls are sitting on the couch. Paige is turned to Nika, talking to her quietly. She’s changed into something more casual - dark pants and a dark crop top, her gray boxers peeking out from the waistband of her cargos, a Seattle Storm cap balanced on her head.

Fuck if she doesn’t look fucking devourable.

I’m sitting next to her, cross-legged, answering some work emails. Deliberately, she places her hand on my leg, just above my knee, and squeezes. I shoot her a small smile, returning to my phone. “You look stressed,” she murmurs, leaning forward so her lips are next to my ear. “All good,” I reassure her. Her fingers press into my bare skin, moving upward. “Do you wanna go? We can… relax.”

I don’t miss the suggestive tone to her voice, or the way her fingers are pushing my dress as they move further up my thigh. “Paige,” I whisper, warning. “Come on,” she urges and I shut my eyes.

“We should take a picture!” Nika exclaims suddenly. Immediately, I shoot to my feet. “I’ll take it!” I volunteer. I’m met with immediate protests that I should be in the picture, but I wave them off. I fish my disposable camera out of my purse, and get to work posing them so that the picture is as good as I want it. “Nika, lean into Paige a little…” I instruct. My eyes flicker to Paige’s.

When she’s sure my eyes are on her, she spreads her legs and slouches back. Her hand lands on her leg, bracing it high on her thigh. She stares me down through hooded eyes, smirking sensually. “Take the picture, ma,” she calls. I shake my head, leaning back to capture all four of them on the couch. Once I’ve taken a few, I shove the camera back in my purse, trying desperately to ignore the fact that my panties are probably soaked. “I’m gonna get a drink,” I tell them hastily. I feel Paige’s eyes burning into my back as I retreat.

I’m filling a cup with vodka and cranberry juice when I feel her arms snake around my waist. Her head falls to my neck, lips ghosting over my shoulder. “You good?” She asks. “Mmm,” I murmur. “Room’s right upstairs,” she reminds me. “You’re so fucking horny,” I whisper, but the way her hand spans my waist has me clutching at the bottle of vodka for support.

“Can’t help it.” She presses an open mouthed kiss against my shoulder. “My girl so fine.”

“Paige, please,” I mutter, urging her to maintain some kind of decorum.

“Still needa take this dress off and fuck you.”

I sigh, the alcohol I’ve already consumed making me just as dizzy as her hands and words.

“You’d like that, huh?”

“Yes.”

“So easy for me, hm? Let me make you feel good, baby.”

My resolve is dampening.

“Wanna watch your pussy when you come for me this time. Wanna taste you so bad, wanna hear you scream my na-”

I groan, shoving her off of me and grabbing her hand. We make a beeline for the door, and I don’t miss the knowing smirk she shoots Aubrey. I push her into the elevator, and she turns, smirking down at me. “Quit it,” I tell her, before she can open her mouth. She shuts her mouth immediately, her grin still evident.

We get to the hotel room, and as soon as the door shuts, Paige has me against it, her tongue in my mouth. She kisses me languidly, claiming my mouth, kneading my ass to draw out all the sounds she wants to hear. I push her back, shoving her onto the bed. Her gaze is hungry, tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Take your pants off,” I breathe. Her eyes darken, but she unbuttons them, slipping out of them. I step closer, reaching for the zipper on my dress. “Shirt,” I order. She shrugs that off too, and I nearly fall to my knees when I realize she isn’t wearing a bra.

She’s on the bed in just her boxers when I slide the dress down my body and step out of it. Paige tips her head back, groaning at the sight. “I’m so fucking lucky,” she mumbles, looking back to me and shaking her head. I scoff, stepping into her space to dance my hand over her abs. “Me? Look at you, fuck.”

“You like that?”

“You know I do.”

“Forgot how much you like my abs. You wanna ride them?” She grins at me wickedly.

I bite my lip, staring down at her with wide eyes. “Please,” I breathe, putting some whine in my tone.

She sits back against the pillows, and the up and down of her breathing flexes her stomach. I’m salivating at the thought of dragging my clit up and down her torso. “Whatever you want, ma,” she intones. I slip out of my panties, tossing them at her. She shakes her head, beckoning me closer. I crawl onto the bed, straddling her waist.

Paige’s hands latch to my hips, rubbing my ass. “Come on. Ride it.”

I lower myself slowly, my cunt screaming for contact. Then I rock against her and moan. Loud.

“Lemme hear you.”

I rock back again, throwing my head back. “Oh, my God,” I gasp.

“So fucking pretty.”

I whine, speeding up a little. It’s too much. It’s too little. My hands grapple for my breasts.

“Fuck. Yes, play with your tits like that. You look so fucking hot right now, baby, please.”

Her hands come up to play with her own tits, massaging, pulling at her nipples, and when she moans, my hips stutter. “Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please, do not fucking stop.” I bat her hands away, replacing them with my own.

My hips speed up as I knead her tits, pinching her nipples as her large hands land on my ass, working me faster. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I sigh, my voice cracking as I take in the sight of her lust-glazed eyes, her perfect, perky tits, her jaw slack, mouth open.

“Fucking getting off on my abs. So fucking- fucking dirty, shit.”

I moan, falling against her, the rivulets of pleasure shooting from my clit through my body. “I’m gonna come, Paige.”

Her hands at my ass move my hips faster, and I buck against her, chasing my release desperately.

“You close? Fuck, you’re close, come on. Come for me, ma, just let go.”

“I’m almost- fuck! Oh, shit, shit, shit, Paige!”

“There you go. Good fuckin’ girl, there you go.”

I shake against her as the orgasm racks through me, moaning into her skin. She rocks my hips against her body until she’s sure the aftershocks have subsided. “You did so good for me baby,” she soothes, rubbing my back. Her hands lace into my hair down my back, fingers getting caught. “So good for me,” she murmurs absentmindedly.

I kiss her slowly, my body fucking exhausted, but her lips so painfully tantalizing. “I made a mess, baby, I’m sorry,” I whisper. She squeezes my ass. “Clean it up, then,” she says. I sit up suddenly, eyes shooting to hers. “What?” I whisper. Paige’s hand lands sharply against my ass, the slap stinging. “Clean up. Your fucking. Mess,” she repeats. I stare at her for a moment, then slide my pussy down her body, easing off of her to hover my mouth over her stomach.

Her abs look even better now, somehow, the shadows and highlights of them glistening with my slick. “Today, ma,” she drones. I place my tongue right above the waistband of her boxers, then lick all the way up to her nipple, taking that in my mouth and sucking it off with a pop. She groans a little. “Good girl.” I continue, lapping up all of my come, occasionally attending to her nipples. When I’m finished, she’s just about drooling, and I kiss back down her stomach.

Her boxers are wet where her arousal has soaked through, and I lick my lips. “You wanna taste, baby?” She asks. I pout at her. “So bad,” I whine. “Fuck, it’s all yours. All yours,” she sighs, tipping her head back as I kiss her cunt through her boxers. I slide them down her legs, discarding them elsewhere.

I don’t bother teasing, relishing in the way her back arches when I attach my mouth to her clit. I drag my tongue through her folds, lapping at her cunt diligently.

I suck hard on her clit. “Fuuuuuuuck,” she moans, her throat scratchy with desire. My back arches at that, ass up in the air. “Look so fuckin- pretty, oh, fuck- between my legs.”

“So wet,” I moan, knowing the vibrations of my voice will make her crazy. They do, and a hand lands in my hair, pushing me down, hips bucking into my face. The other hand covers her eyes, and it’s fucking magical - the way her body responds to my mouth, her features screwed with pleasure, the words falling from her perfect pink lips.

She fucks herself against my mouth, and I smile, feeling her nails dig into my scalp, eating her out like she’s my last fucking meal. She tastes so good - so sweet and forbidden, dripping down my chin. I can hear my tongue moving through her slick, laving filthily through her folds.

“I’m close. Shit, I’m so close. Please. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Come for me, baby.”

“I’m gonna- Yes, right there, right there, just like that. Oh, fuck! Fuck!”

She falls apart against me with my name on her lips, hips bucking erratically and I moan into her, working her through it.

Finally, her hips still, body slumping against the bed. I crawl back up her body, kissing her lazily, letting her taste herself. “So good for me,” I murmur against her lips. “Make me feel… so fuckin’ incredible,” she tells me between kisses. “Wanna taste you, ma.”

“You’re tired,” I tell her, but my pussy is soaked from getting her off. Her hands run down my back, eyes searching mine. “Sit on my face, then,” she suggests casually. I’m too tired to react appropriately, so my eyes just widen. “Paige-”

She groans. “Please, baby. I need- I need to taste you. So fucking bad, you have no idea.”

“I’m gonna suffocate you,” I try to reason.

“Damn good way to go out,” she retorts, her voice raspy.

“Please,” she begs, lips attaching to mine again, biting my bottom one as she pulls away. I sigh, moving my hands over her torso. “Okay,” I relent. She grins against me, moving me up to hover over her mouth. “I’m… still sensitive,” I warn. She smirks at me. “Never stopped me before.”

Then she’s shoving me against her mouth, and I’m moaning her name as filthily as anyone has moaned anyone’s name before, clutching at the headboard as her tongue licks and her mouth sucks and she pushes me down against her lips. She moans into me, and when I look down, her eyes are on me. A moan falls from my mouth, followed by a whimper, and her eyes roll up into her head.

I grind against her face, letting her devour me, feeling my climax already close. “Oh, yes, Paige. That’s so good. So good,” I sigh out, my stomach already tightening. She sinks her tongue into me in response, and I gasp, my head knocking against the headboard. Then her lips latch onto my clit and suck and suck and suck until-

“Paige!” I scream, my thighs shaking, but she holds them around her face, her grip strong. I nearly sob, riding it out, my forehead braced against the headboard.

She isn’t done, though, the tears streaking down my face, spurring her on.

Paige flips us over easily, shoving my thighs open, and burying her face in my cunt again, two ringed fingers fucking into my cunt without reservation. My back arches at the same time that my thighs clench around her face, my hand at her head trying to push her away, because it’s too much and it hurts. She fucks into my cunt relentlessly, tongue laving at my clit, her hand batting mine away before thrusting my thighs back open harshly.

They burn, but the pain is so fucking good.

“It hurts,” I gasp, tears streaking down my face. “Take it,” she growls, and then I’m coming again, stars dotting the back of my eyelids. The room spins, and perhaps goes black for a second or two. Then - it’s the sight of Paige.

Her face is fucked out.

Her hair is a mess.

Her eyes are dark - so dark, I can hardly see the clear blue of her irises.

Her nose is shiny with me, my slick coating her signature smirk, and she looks so fucking proud.

She strokes my thighs. “You take it so good, ma. Always so good for me, right?”

I nod, chest still heaving, my eyes fluttering shut. “Come here,” I say, gesturing for her to come closer. She obliges, easing out from between my thighs to slide her body against mine, entwining us together. “Could make you come a million times, it still wouldn’t be enough,” she murmurs, kissing my forehead.

I laugh hoarsely, burying my face in her neck. “Could come for you a billion, and I’d still beg for one more.” I feel her smile against my hair. I pull back to look up at her. Her mascara has flaked down right underneath her eyelids, her pupils shrinking a bit to reveal that stark blue. “We should clean up,” she murmurs. I shake my head, burrowing further into her chest. “Leave it,” I say.

“For what?” She knows the answer.

“Tomorrow morning,” I grin.

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