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Liquid Courage J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - JJ calls you in the middle of the night, inebriated and affectionate. His confessions leave your heart heavy as he sleeps off his drunken haze on your couch. It isn't until the next morning JJ realizes the extent of what he's admitted.

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contains - UNEDITED! super cute! alcohol consumption, underage alcohol consumption, JJ gets drunk, eating, hugging. ALL WHILE SOBER: kissing, touching, makin out kinda. reader is insecure about herself (even though she's so cute and pretty), drunk confession, reader gets sad, cursing, i think that's it! oh takes place like october of last year! Rushed ending sorry

an - based on THIS request! LOVEEEEEEDDDDD THIS REQUEST SO MUCH! this was so cute loved it!! #imnotdead :D

You hummed to yourself as you pranced around your kitchen, the banana bread you just put in the oven leaving the aroma of your apartment warm. Your hair was in a braid down your back, your adorable pink striped Victoria's Secret pajamas soft against your skin. Music played from your Alexa, your nighttime playlist floating through the air, one of Olivia Rodrigo's new songs gracing your ears.

The thick socks covering your feet kept them from the cold of the linoleum in your bathroom. You took out your contacts, throwing them out before slipping on your glasses. You grabbed your phone off the counter after exiting the bathroom, seeing a couple Snapchat notifications, some from TikTok, and a few messages from your best friend. All three of her texts had said something along the lines of how you should've come out tonight. The third one said how JJ McCarthy was asking where you were. You sighed, turning your phone back off and checking on your banana bread.

JJ had been your friend since freshman year. He was very sweet and so kind. He was so mature and was one of the most polite people you knew. You'd always thought he was extremely cute, I mean, who didn't think that? He had the cutest smile, and the softest dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes were gorgeous. He'd started his little flirting game with you about halfway through sophomore year. He'd compliment you endlessly whenever you saw him, he'd randomly ask you out in the middle of a conversation. That same smile on his face, bright as ever. You, of course, took it all as a joke, a cruel one at that. You assumed JJ was just a flirty guy with a flirty personality, you'd experienced it before. There was zero chance someone like JJ McCarthy would like you.

"Come on. You guys really think he's being serious when he says that stuff?"

"Yes! We do, because he likes you, and it's so obvious. He doesn't talk to us like that, does he?"

You rolled your eyes. Starting to get pissed with them. Your brain could not compute the idea of JJ really liking you.

"Why in the world would JJ McCarthy, probably the most eligable bachelor on the campus of Michigan, like me? I'm not one of the prettiest girls at Mich, let alone am I the prettiest girl that likes him!"

Sometimes you would wonder that if you thought you were pretty, then maybe you'd believe them. You had bad underlying insecurities that stopped you from believing that any guy would like you, let alone someone like JJ.

You leaned your forehead against your silver fridge, the cool of the metal relaxing you. You could hear its low whirring and humming with your proximity to it. The sound occupying your brain as a white noise, leading you to close your eyes. You might've actually fallen asleep if the timer for your bread didn't go off, you scrambling to shout at your Alexa to, 'Please, stop!' You grabbed oven mitts and grabbed the tray after sticking a toothpick into it to check the middle. You set the pan down on your cooling rack, sliding your gloves off. You grabbed your phone and paused your music, going to sit on the couch while your bread cooled.

You stalked your friends Snapchat stories, they were all having fun at the big party everyone seemed to be attending. You halted when you saw your best friend's private story, you knew it only had a handful of people so she posted silly and random things on it.

What she'd posted was a zoomed in photo of what resembled JJ McCarthy with his head thrown back against the couch of whatever frat house they were in. His face looked miserable, and the caption on the photo was saying how that's how she too reacted when you didn't come to parties. You immediately slid up, typing in all caps telling her to shut up. You said how he was not upset over you, and how she was stupid and drunk. It was all lighthearted, you both knew it.

She immediately typed back to you, claiming he'd drunkenly asked her at least four times where you were and why you didn't want to come see him. You giggled to yourself, believing it for just a few moments. You typed to her for a few more minutes before your phone started vibrating in your hand, JJ's contact coming onto your screen. You were met with the photo you'd had him saved with, him smiling that bright beautiful smile across the table from you at Panera sometime during last school year. What was JJ calling you for? You slid to answer, holding your phone to your ear. It was oddly quiet on his end, though he was actively attending a party. He called your name, and you called his.

"JJ? What's up? Are you alright?"

"Hi! Oh my gosh, hi. I can't believe you aren't here right now, I was only excited to see you."

You smiled sadly, he was endearing, and so totally plastered.

"Aw, JJ, I'm sorry. Where are you? It's pretty quiet for a party."

"Oh, yeah. I'm just in the bathroom, standin' around. I got bored. Ya' know, I miss you."

He was so drunk, his words were melting together, but his happiness stayed solid throughout.

"Jay, are you alright? Do you need someone to help you leave? Is Blake there? Colston?"

"You should, we can hang out! But yeah, he's 'round here somewhere. Lemme go get 'im."

You said okay, letting the boy look for his friend. The noise on his end got louder as he left the bathroom. You giggled when you heard him shout hey at random people around the house. You heard JJ call your name into his phone, then again.

"JJ, I'm still here. Any luck finding Colston?"

"Why don't you jus' go marry Colston if he's all 'yer gonna talk about"

You barely heard it, he muttered it with the phone a few inches from his mouth. You were shocked at the words JJ said. What?

"What, JJ?"

"Wish y'were talkin' about me."

You smiled, still a bit confused. His drunk mind was extremely silly.

"I'm talking to you, aren't I? The only boy's call I'd pick up this late."

JJ was ecstatic, smiling brightly as he continued through the party, looking for his teammates.

"I see him! Colston! Come here buddy, she wants to talk to you."

You heard a confused colston mutter 'Who's she?' before he took the phone from JJ, seeing your contact before talking to you.

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"JJ is like, absolutely plastered if you couldn't tell. Are you all good? I asked him and he told me he wanted me to pick him up. If I come get him can you bring him to my car? I'm already in my pajamas."

"Yeah, think Jay'll definitely love that. Kid hasn't stopped asking about you since we got here. I'll have him outside whenever 'ya get here."

You responded with an affirmative, thanking Colston. He handed the phone back to JJ, who was very happy to hear your voice again.

"Hey! What's up? Colston said you're coming to get me."

"Yeah, I'll see you in a couple minutes, okay Jay?"

"Awesome."

He hung up and you giggled. How did you go from an innocent call with the boy to asking him if he needed to be picked up? You shook your head at yourself, standing and grabbing your keychain.

You left your apartment and drove to the house you knew the party was at. Your friends had told you which house it was in case you changed your mind and came. It was less than ten minutes before you were in front of the bustling house, seeing two boys standing on the sidewalk.

You rolled down the window as they walked over, shouting hey to them. JJ was visibly drunk, stumbling just a little as he leaned into your car, a big smile on his face.

"Hi, pretty."

"Hi, JJ."

Colston helped his teammate into the car, making sure you were good to take care of the boy.

"Yeah, we'll be fine, Colst. I'll let 'im have my couch for tonight. I'll text you if I need anything!"

He nodded, lightly slapping the side of your car twice before retreating to the house. You turned your music back on, leaving it at a low volume as you turned around to drive home. You glanced at JJ and noticed the biggest pout on his face.

"JJ McCarthy. I know I didn't just drive over here to get you just for you to be pouting when you get in my car."

"Just text Colston about it, why don't you?"

You busted out giggling. Drunk JJ was such a treat. His jealousy over your friendship with his teammate was incredibly hilarious.

"I might if you don't start bein' nice t'me."

"Sorry 'm being mean."

He barely murmured it, though it was all you needed. You smiled brightly at him, laughing to yourself. JJ never got drunk, he usually opted for just a drink or two, or being the designated driver.

You got home quickly, making small talk with the now sleepy boy. You parked in your spot, hopping out of the car and walking around the hood to help JJ out. He'd stayed at yours after a party once or twice before, but it had always been with a couple other people. Tonight it was just you two.

You walked in, stepping into the elevator right behind JJ. The two of you stepped out of the elevator as the machine dinged and the doors slid open. JJ grabbed your hand as you walked down the hall to your door. You glanced at him, softly smiling. His eyes were barely open, but he still had a smile on his face. You didn't take the action as anything serious, JJ was a physical touch kind of person. He was always hugging people, patting shoulders, bumping fists. He was extra physical with you though, not that you noticed. You were the only girl he ever really acted like that with, again, not to your acknowledgment.

You wouldn't let yourself believe he liked you. Convinced it would hurt too much when eventually he got a prettier, skinnier, bubblier, more likable girlfriend and left you in the dust. JJ had eyes solely for you, though. He only ever looked at you. He asked anyone and everyone if they knew where you were or if you were coming to the party for God's sake.

You closed the door behind JJ and locked it, telling him to make himself at home. He took his shoes off, trying to neatly organize them in your shoe cubby. He wandered over to the couch as you kicked your shoes off and entered your kitchen. You grabbed a cold water bottle, two Ibuprofen tablets and two Tylenol tablets, the perfect hangover cure. You noticed your still warm banana bread sitting on the counter, perking up.

"Jay, do you want some banana bread?"

You heard his footsteps then saw him come around the corner, his eyebrows raised.

"Hell yes."

You giggled, gesturing for him to come stand by you. You flipped the pan over onto the cooling rack, opening the drawer directly in front of you, pulling out a bread knife. You felt a head slip into the crook of your neck, warm breath on your neck. Heat rushed your face, JJ's contagious smile spreading to you.

"Hi, crazy."

You pointed to the water and pills on the counter as you swerved out of his reach, going to grab a cutting board and a plate.

"Take those and your head won't hurt in the morning. Well, I don't know how much you drank, but that'll definitely make it better."

He nodded, immediately following your directions. He gulped down half of the water bottle while you came back over, laying the loaf of bread on the cutting board. You cut a couple pieces off, setting one onto the plate before sliding it over to JJ. He smiled at you, beginning to devour his snack. Hopefully it would absorb some of the alcohol in his stomach.

"You're amazing, you know."

He said it in a way that made it seem like he meant it on a deeper level than you'd usually assume. He said it like he truly did believe that, and it wasn't just because you fed him warm banana bread. You shook your head, brushing it off as you tore of pieces from your slice.

"No, don't shake your head a'me. You are. You act like you're not but y'are."

He was too good at making you feel special. You were just too scared to believe any of it.

"I just like to take care of people I like."

You smiled innocently at him, shrugging your shoulders as you moved to grab a proper storage container for your bread.

"And I just like when the girl I like believes me when I tell her she's amazing."

You froze in your spot. Sure, JJ had flirted with you for about a year. But, he'd never downright told you he liked you. He's drunk out of his mind. You sighed when you turned around, trying to smile at the boy as you stared into his sleepy eyes.

"You're so sleepy, JJ, and drunk."

He nodded a little, his eyes never leaving yours, that smile never leaving his face. He didn't really notice that you'd downplayed his feelings, he'd noticed even less that he'd straight up told you you were the girl he liked. All he could really notice was how beautiful you looked in the dim light of your kitchen, in your cute pajamas and glasses, hair in a messy braid.

You set JJ up on your couch, getting him another water and some thick and soft blankets and a pillow. You ran your hand through his messy hair as he laid in the couch beneath you. His eyes were begging to close, but he still smiled at you. You quietly told him to go to sleep, turning to leave. You'd only made it to the light switch before he called your name.

"I really do like you, 'm not just drunk. Just get too nervous to tell you, 'm sorry."

Your heart was heavy. You wanted to believe him, but how could you? JJ had never shown what you deemed as genuine interest in you when he wasn't inebriated. All he did was toss flirty comments around, throwing his arm over your shoulder every once in a while.

You couldn't lie and say you didn't notice the different look in JJ's eyes as he peered over the back of your couch. The truth in them.

"If you even remember this in the morning, we can talk about it. Alright?"

"That's perfect."

He smiled at you one last time before sinking below the back of your couch, out of sight.

"Goodnight Jay."

"Night night, pretty."

His words made your heart squeeze. You knew that the affection you felt for JJ wouldn't change, no matter if they were just drunk fibs.

You switched the living room lights off, heading into the kitchen. You set out another water and more pills for whenever JJ woke up in the morning. You checked the locked once more before turning all of the lights off. All you heard as you headed back to your bedroom was JJ's heavy breathing, it calmed your racing heart. You left your door cracked open incase JJ woke up needing something.

Your glasses slid up your head as your rubbed your eyes, sighing. You kept reminding your heart that JJ didn't really know what he was saying, that he would regret it.

The bed you slept countless nights in was uncomfortable as ever tonight, you tossed and turned for most of an over before climbing out of bed. You threw your cute pajamas onto the hardwood floor and traded them for a Lululemon bra and some shorts.

You fell asleep after another forty minutes of shifting every minute or so. Your sleep was light and poor. You woke up a little after four am, just three hours after finally falling asleep. Sleep finally took you again for a couple more hours, just until a little after nine.

After lying and staring at your ceiling for half an hour, you slowly sat up in bed, getting up. You exited your room, dragging yourself to the living room. The couch was empty, the blanket JJ had used folded neatly on top of the pillow. How sweet was he? You turned and walked into the kitchen, finally spotting the dirty blonde boy you wanted to see.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, smiling. He was holding a water bottle, his eyes tired and his hair still messy.

"Good morning, JJ."

"Hi."

You felt nerves wash over you. This was it, where he either apologizes and regrets everything he said last night, or you got everything you'd hoped for. You went over to where he was leaning against your counter, hopping up to sit on the counter by him. His head fell to your shoulder as if by reflex.

"How do you feel, Jay?"

"Good, better 'cause y'took care of me."

"I just gave you some meds, Jay."

"Still."

You smiled, leaning your head on his. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe he would be in love with you. You took a deep breath, now or never.

"Jay, do you-"

"Yes."

You pulled your head from his, turning to give him a look.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"I remember what I said."

You bit your lip, still nervous. You look to where your feet dangled in the air, suddenly scared of his gaze on you.

JJ was nervous as hell too, though. You hadn't said that you liked him back, he definitely remembered that. He was beginning to take your silence as disinterest. He just stared at you, waiting for some indication of how you felt.

"And?"

"'And?' And, I like you."

Your nerves escaped from your body in a giggle, the churning of your stomach now butterflies. JJ did not appreciate the laughter though, taking it the complete wrong way.

"You don't have to laugh at me, shit."

He reached his hands to his eyes, rubbing hard as he started off, away from you. You giggled again, realizing your mistake. You jumped from the counter, sighing JJ's name out.

"Wait, wait Jay, I'm sorry. It's not like that."

You grabbed his arm, trying to halt the taller and stronger boy wasn't easy without his compliance. You shouted his name again and he stopped, turning to you.

"I'm not laughing 'cause you like me. I'm laughing 'cause I barely slept last night worried that you wouldn't like me."

JJ finally looked at you. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"What's do you mean? I literally told you I liked you!"

"JJ! You were so drunk! I wasn't about to convince myself that JJ McCarthy liked me just 'cause he said so while he was plastered."

"I wasn't plastered! And, what do you mean when y'say it like that?"

You rolled your eyes, halfway annoyed. He didn't get it.

"JJ, you could probably get with any girl on the Michigan campus if you wanted to. I wasn't convinced that out of all of them you'd actually want me."

"How could I not like you?"

The truth in JJ's eyes made you feel seen. Like he actually knew you. You smiled sappily, pulling the boy down by his shoulder, kissing him deeply. One of JJ's hands gripped the back of your head, the other pulling you closer by the small of your back.

There you were, standing in your kitchen kissing the boy you could've sworn never liked you. The boy you'd been infatuated with for a year. He was finally yours.

JJ pulled away from your lips, his hands moving to cup your face. His smile was brighter than ever. You both laughed, looking into each other's eyes for just a few seconds before JJ pulled you back in.

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ldrsog · 3 days

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Hit me baby, one more time (Pt. 3 - LAST PART)

Last part and it is just filthy. I couldn’t wait yall once I finished it. Smut, smut, more smut. 18+ only below the cut!!!

Hope yall enjoy this as much as I did writing it! I haven’t written smut in fivever, so please let me know if yall want more/different fics!

“Would you stay with me?” Now it’s your turn for darkening eyes and Paige looks you up and down, quickly, before nodding and turning around to shut your bedroom door.

You are barely breathing as she unzips her jacket and tosses it near her shoes on the floor. She stands awkwardly at the edge of the bed before you motion for her to join you. You’re lying on your good side facing away from her, but she eagerly slides up to you, taking up the big spoon position.

Even though she’s still fully clothed, you can feel the warmth radiating off her, pressing into your bare legs as she curls her body around you, engulfing you. She props her head up on her hand to look down at you, her other hand still at her side.

“This okay?” She whispers close to your ear, sending fireworks throughout your body. You nod meekly, all at once overwhelmed.

Paige motherfucking Bueckers was in your bed, spooning your half-naked body right now. Girls would kill for this. You turn your head slightly because you feel her eyes on you - not on your face, though. You turn to see her slowly drinking in your bottom half. The deliciously exposed skin of your calves and thighs, the line of your underwear across your hip, and fuck if her gaze doesn’t linger a second too long on the part of your ass that’s pressed back into her.

She’s keeping things gentlemanly, not touching you at all with her hands, but you’re aching for her to. Fuck your ribs, you need to feel her more than this, and you’re almost certain she wants the same.

Time for another test… Nothing like a fake yawn…

As you “yawn” you arch your back and press your ass further into Paige, eliciting the tiniest groan from her full lips. “Sorry” you say mischievously, and this is the final test.

“S okay,” she clears her throat, gulps loudly, and lets out a sigh, which she uses to buck against you ever so slightly. Fuck, it is ON.

Without really thinking, you reach down and grab her hand (it’s tensed in a fist) and pull her arm across chest. You drop it innocently, waiting to see what she’ll do. After a beat, she unclenches her hand and just as innocently, lets it rest against your breast.

The fire of that touch nearly consumes you. You shift your body to turn to her, and as you do, you feel her hand tighten around you before releasing. Your eyes roll back momentarily, and when you open them she’s staring down at you, hard. Barely breathing. Her face contorted in concentration. You’d never seen her look like this before.

The time for game playing is over. You don’t care how needy you might sound, and besides… she owes you, right?

“Paige, please” you croak out, making sure to use her first name.

“What, Mia? Tell me what you need.” Her voice is the deepest you’ve ever heard it and you feel yourself instantly get wet.

“Want.” You correct yourself. “Need. You, Paige. Please”

That’s all the confirmation she needs to smash her lips to yours. You weren’t ready and moan into the kiss, giving her access to poke her tongue into your mouth. Your whole body is vibrating, charged with desire.

She pulls back slightly and before you can whine at the loss of contact, she tugs your bottom lip between her teeth before releasing and licking the length of it. Jesus, this girl knows how to kiss.

Your body is slightly bucking toward her, totally involuntarily and you would be embarrassed if you weren’t just so damn consumed by her entire being. You can’t get enough of her.

You turn further trying to get close to her and wince. Fuck, that hurt. You sigh and say, “Shit, I’m sorry. I can’t turn that way” you look at her in desperation.

“That’s okay, just turn back okay? I gotchu”

You turn back on your side, immediately cold at not being able to kiss those gorgeous lips when you feel a huge hand on your shoulder. You sigh deeply and relax your tense shoulders, as Paige lays her head directly behind yours, her lips grazing the spot where your ear meets your neck.

“Is this good for you?” She whispers against your skin. You shiver in response and she chuckles. At that, your guard goes up ever so slightly. You’re so vulnerable right now, and you don’t know if you can take any jabs from Ms. Blondie right now.

She must sense this because the next thing she says, whispered against your neck is, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of touching you like this.”

Your breath hitches and your head swims, but she continues, fingers trailing almost lazily from your shoulder, down your arm and back again.

“What it’d be like to kiss you, to taste that mouth, and to feel you pressed against me like this. I mean, fuck Mia…”

She stops only to place sweet kisses and devilish bites on and around your ear, making you whimper. You almost lose it when her teeth graze your earlobe, making you actually fully moan.

At this, she grasps your shoulder hard, breathing heavily. “I need more of you”

You gape at her open-mouthed as she’s searching your eyes for an answer. You already know what it is. You’d have given her the same answer today, last year, damn near the first time you met her.

“Then have me.”

The groan that escapes her lips at this is downright filthy. Her eyes are totally clouded over with desire - for you.

She gingerly places you on your back, checking with you every step of the way to make sure you’re not in pain at all. You finally get frustrated and shout, “Dammit Bueckers, I’m fine, just touch me!”

She takes your chin in her hands, fingers cupping your cheeks. “And what did I say about that calling me that, hm?”

She curls one finger to the edge of your mouth, and you slip your tongue out to suck it for a second. When she pulls away you say, “Paige, fuck, please. Lick me, fuck me, anything - just please touch me, Paige. Please.”

“Mmm. Good girl.”

You could’ve lost it just at those words, but not a chance competitive ass blondie would let you off that easily.

Taking care not to bump your tender side, she straddles your hips, pushing your t-shirt up over your bra. She sits back on her thighs and drinks you in, eyes roaming your bare skin.

“Can I take those off??”

You nod, lifting your arms to help out. Paige easily pulls your t-shirt off, and takes care with unhooking your bra, so as to not disturb your ribs. Once that’s off, she pauses for a long moment. You feel incredibly vulnerable under her hard gaze. She licks her lips as she takes you in, but her eyes stop on the wrap around your ribs. She places a gentle kiss, so light you can barely feel it, right in the middle.

“I am so sorry I hurt you, but I’m gonna make up for it. Gonna make you feel so good”

She barely finishes before grabbing your jaw and placing sloppy kisses and nips all along it. She works her way down your neck, somehow finding the spot that always makes you go wild. How does she even do that?

She knows when she hits it because she smiles against your skin and doesn’t relent. You try to keep quiet, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning, with your other hand tangled in Paige’s hair.

She notices this and gently kisses you, before whispering against your lips, “No ma, let me hear you. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel”

She then licks a long stripe down your neck until she reaches your chest and HOLY FUCK it was sloppy and messy and borderline cheesy, but how was it so hot?

Paige attaches her mouth to your nipple while kneading the other with her hand, and you’re squirming helplessly underneath her. You need more friction, badly, and not where she’s focused right now.

She must be some sort of sex genius because without saying a word she immediately knows what you need, grabbing the thigh on your good side and hoisting it over her fucking shoulder, all while smoothly sliding down your body until she’s inches away from your heat.

Her hand is gripping your thigh tightly and she turns her head to the side to bite at and suck the sensitive skin there, setting you on fire. You move to hoist your other leg up, but the pressure on your ribs is too much, and you slam it back down in defeat.

“Don’t worry, I got all the room I need,” Paige breathes against your clothed pussy sending shivers all up and down your body.

She gulps loudly, before turning her piercing gaze in you once again. “I wasn’t lying before when I said I’ve thought about this. If I’m being honest, too many times to count. You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia.”

You blush at this, kicking your feet only a tad impatiently and she gets the hint. Enough talk. You need her. Now.

She lowers her mouth to your center and just breathes. Literally just fucking breathes against you, and you cry out, it feels so good. “Oh fuck, ma. You got this wet for me?”

You didn’t even notice her skilled fingers hooking into your undies and drawing them to the side, and now she’s staring down at you, completely soaked.

You nod shyly as she stares some more. “How long have you been wet for, huh? Since we came back to your room? Since we got to the apartment?”

She’s laying gentle kisses everywhere but where you need them as she says this. You shake your head vehemently.

“When then? In my car?”

“Pretty much when you got all up in my face in the training room.” You admit, nearly out of breath. She moans at this, while at the same time finally dipping a slender finger just inside your folds to feel how much you want her.

The touch ignites something in you, and you immediately need more, more, more.

What you’re not prepared for is for this fucking girl to lift her fingers to her mouth and suck you off of her in the filthiest possible way. Clock that as maybe the third time she’s almost made you cum without even touching you.

You barely have time to register this before you realize she’s done teasing you, as she starts with one, long lick from your entrance to your clit. You let out a moan you didn’t even think you had in you. You’ve had amazing head before, but this? This was championship level shit. You guess you shouldn’t be too surprised, after all.

She knows what you need as she starts circling your clit with her tongue, alternating between speeds, and every now and then dipping down to your entrance to taste you even more. Every so often she hums happily against you, which sends a new wave of shock throughout you.

Once she dips her tongue into your entrance, prodding before fully entering you, you see stars. You can’t help it, you need more stimulation and you need it now. Ignoring the small pang of embarrassment, you lift your hands to your chest and begin kneading and pinching your breasts.

It’s worth it once Paige finally notices. She lets out a moan inside of you and only pulls her tongue out to say, “Fuck yes, baby. That’s so fucking hot. Don’t fucking stop touching yourself like that while I lick you.”

Your eyes roll back in your head. The dirty talk? Delicious and filthy but also… did she just call you baby?

She’s determined to make you cum now, as she goes back to work with her tongue inside of you, rubbing your clit with her thumb.

“Fuck, I’m so close Paige, please”

Hearing her name again like that spurs something in her because she ramps up her tempo while saying, “Yes baby, you’re doing so fucking good. Fuck, I want you to cum in my mouth “

That does it. You damn near scream as your orgasm consumes you, heel digging into Paige’s back while she works you through it, not stopping until you collapse back on the bed, out of breath.

Before you can take another breath, you feel her slender finger dip back into you just slightly. Your eyes snap open and you see her, face covered in you, ready to go back for more. “You got one more in you, ma? Gonna let me keep making you feel good?”

And fuck a refractory period because YES, oh my god yes. In response you bite your lip and at this point it’s like she’s reading your mind as she slowly slips her long fingers inside, letting you get used to the feel.

It’s not long before you’re wiggling around, needing more and Paige doesn’t chuckle this time. She just gives it to you. Two of her fingers outweigh anything else you’ve ever had. They’re fucking magic, as she pumps them in and out, slowly increasing her tempo, before curling them just enough to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

“Oh, fuck!” You yell, “Right there, Paige!”

She moans lewdly at that. “Yeah baby, right there? Need me fucking you just like that?”

You don’t say anything in response, but push your ass down to help her out, almost fucking yourself on her fingers.

“Fucking hell, ma. That’s so fucking hot, shit. Keep doing that for me baby, you feel so fucking good”

Of course you obey. It’s not long before Paige hooks her fingers in just the right spot, while simultaneously pressing down slightly just below your stomach, and you know it’s going to be any second.

“Yes, baby, just like that. You gonna cum for me again? C’mon Mia, cum for me, please”

Between the please, the baby, and her saying your name, you know you had no chance. You explode, this orgasm rocking you harder than the first, but Paige is focused on making sure you feel every little bit of it. When you finally collapse back down, she eases out of you before coming up to lay next to you, absently licking you from her fingers.

It takes you a minute or two before you can breathe enough to take a look at Paige. She looks insanely gorgeous, hair mussed up, cheeks flushed pink, wearing her signature shit-eating grin. But this time, you didn’t mind it.

“Wow” is all you can utter, as you stare into those icy blue eyes.

“Yeah”, Paige agrees with a small laugh, her eyebrows in the air. “How are you even sexier than I imagined?”

You scoff at this. “Please. Look at yourself. It’s criminal to look that good after giving that mind-blowing of head.”

Her eyes narrow lazily. “Mind-blowing, huh? Don’t get me started again”

“But I want to” you pout, while reaching over and gently caressing her face, letting your thumb dip into the side of her mouth ever so slightly.

“Hey, hey. You need to rest and take it easy”

“Paige, if I don’t touch you I really think I might die”

She gasps at this, and grabs the back of your head to pull you into a lip-crushing kiss. You gingerly try to roll over and straddle her but your ribs are having none of that. You settle for propping yourself up on your elbow for now, using your free hand to tug at the hem of Paige’s t-shirt.

“You are wearing way too many clothes right now” you whisper in her ear and can feel her shake. It’s so hot to know you have this sort of effect on her. You couldn’t wait to bring her to her knees.

You tug one last time and Paige obediently pulls her shirt and sports bra over her head in one motion. Holy fuck, those abs. Your hands roam from her belly button up to her chest and neck, caressing and reveling in the little sounds you’re getting out of her.

Just as you hit a sweet spot on her collarbone, you nudge her thighs apart with your knee and push up into her heat. She hisses at this and grabs at your hair to tug on it slightly. It drives you wild.

You can tell she needs more contact. She’s bucking herself against your knee but there’s two layers between you.

“Off” you say simply, fingering the waistband of her sweats. She quickly slides them down her legs and kicks them off the bed. She’s left in her boxer briefs and you can see just how wet she is. Your eyes glaze over as you reach a hand down and tease her clit over her underwear.

Her eyes flutter shut. “Oh shit, babe”

“Yeah, you like that?” You try throwing the dirty talk back at her.

“Fuck yes, I like that.”

“Tell me what you want, P”

You feel her body react to the nickname as she opens her eyes to look at you again. “Please touch me, Mia. I just need to feel you”

You could feel yourself getting worked up again just at that, but you’re eager to please. You tug at the waistband of her boxer briefs, upset you can’t just slide down and rip them off with your teeth. She gets the hint and kicks them off, but before she can close her legs, you hold her strong thigh so you can finally get a good look at her.

Of course, she has an absolute perfect pussy, too. She was so wet she was nearly dripping, and all you want is to get your mouth down there, but there’s no way you can get an angle. You sigh in frustration, before pulling Paige’s head to yours, kissing her softly a moment.

“P, I wanna try something. Do you trust me?”

“Wait what? Mia, you really don’t have to do anything. I know you gotta be exhausted and-“

“I said, do you trust me?”

Paige gulps and answers “Of course”

You rearrange some pillows near the top of your bed before settling yourself back against them at what you deem to be the best angle.

“Okay, get over here and sit on my face.”

You’d never seen Paige in such shock before - her mouth formed a perfect “O” shape as she digested what you just said.

You don’t say a word, just look expectantly at her, waiting.

“No way, Mia. I’m so much bigger than you I’ll literally crush you and-“

“You literally will not, just cmon, you said you trusted me.”

“I do, it’s just I mean, I’ve never done that before…”

“P, you know I gotchu. There’s nothing I want more right now than to fucking taste you but this is the only angle that’s going to work right now. Please.”

You knew you got her with the bit about wanting to taste her. You can see her giving in. She runs her hands over her face and comes to kneel next to you. She swings a leg over, hovering over your neck. “Like this?” she asks?

“Almost,” you reply, “but I can’t reach you all the way back there”. You grab her ass and give it a playful smack before pulling her forward so she’s hovering right over your mouth.

“Mia, are you really sure? Because I- ohhhh fuckkkkk”

Paige is cut off from her sentence by you licking from her sopping entrance all the way to her clit and hovering there before flicking it with your tongue.

You keep working at her clit, focusing there for the time being, as you hazard a glance up at her face and it almost breaks your resolve. She’s got her eyes screwed shut, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth, and one hand holding her steady on the headboard. She looks like a fucking work of art.

You begrudgingly tear your eyes away and refocus your efforts on flatting your tongue and running it the entire length of her, once, twice before switching to dip your tongue deeper into her folds, the taste of her engulfing you. You moan against her, and feel her buck in response.

You do it again, and feel her hips grind down again. You pull away temporarily to gaze up into her eyes. “P, I want you to fuck yourself on my tongue, okay?”

Her eyes snap open in confusion. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m gonna place my tongue where it needs to be, and I want you to grind and fuck yourself down on it.”

She’s staring at you open-mouthed, unsure of what to say.

“Yes, I’ll be able to breathe if that’s what’s wrong. But I need to feel you like that, P. Need to feel how bad you want me to fuck you. Need to hear you and feel you more than anything. Just grab onto the headboard to steady yourself and bounce, baby. Ready?”

Paige hesitantly nods, but you get into position anyway and give her ass a little smack to let her know she’s good to go. She grabs the headboard and grinds down painfully slowly the first time. You think you could cum again just from this. You moan into her and the vibrations make her grind down even harder the next time.

You get the sense she’s still not fully confident so you remove your mouth for a second to say, “Fuck yes baby, just like that. Ride my fucking tongue, Paige.”

This gets her going again and soon she’s grinding so smoothly, her clit hitting your nose with every bounce, your tongue reaching deeper and deeper inside her.

She starts to whine and you know she needs more to finish. You gently push her thighs up ever so slightly. Licking your lips so she can see you taste her, you thrust two of your fingers up and simply say, “Suck”

She does immediately, coating them lewdly, and you feel yourself throb at the feeling. Once you’re satisfied, you reach them down and tease her entrance, before sliding one fully in to the knuckle.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkk…”

“You like that baby?”

“Mmmph”

“Use your words, P. Tell me.”

“Oh fuck yes, I love it when you fuck me just… just like that. Please don’t stop Mia”

“You wanna cum on my fingers baby?” She just nods, unable to form words.

“Not quite yet, baby. You’re doing so good, just hang on”

You reposition yourself and simultaneously slide another finger inside her dripping pussy, while attaching your mouth to her clit.

The noise she makes is downright pornographic and you can officially feel your arousal dripping again. You attack her clit, while you’re steadily pumping in and out of her. You’ve got her fully bucking her hips now, fucking herself down on your fingers and fuck if it’s not the absolute sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

You feel her start to tense and know that she’s almost there. You only remove your mouth from her clit to say, “Fuck yes, babe. Cum all fucking over me, Paige. I want to feel and taste you when you cum. Please fucking cum for me, baby”

You slurp sloppily at her clit and feel her finally squeeze around your fingers hard.

“Oh, oh my god. Yessssss Mia, I’m fucking cumming. Oh fuck, I’m fucking cumming for you, shitttttt”

You don’t release your mouth or your finger until you’re fully sure Paige is spent. She damn near collapses on you again, before quickly spinning and falling back to the bed. You make a big show of pulling your fingers out of her and bringing them to your lips, swiping them a few times across your bottom lip, just to tease her again.

Her icy blue eyes are glazed over as she watches you and licks her lips. Then she sighs loudly and throws a hand over her forehead before saying, “Fucking hell”

You can’t help but agree. You’d have some great sex in your life, but that? That was fucking life-changing. You can’t help but get quiet thinking about how that might have been the one and only time. This was more than a crush now for you - you weren’t necessarily falling in love, not yet at least, but you couldn’t just never do this again. You ached for her now, craved her. Loving the reciprocity of it. Before tonight, you’d never have thought Paige would let someone command her like that, but the way she gave in and fully trusted you, the way she allowed herself to fully let go, is hotter than anything else.

Paige feels you withdraw (how does she always know?)

“Hey, Mia,” she reaches over to gently run her thumb over your cheek. “Hey, where did you go?”

You sigh. “Nowhere, I’m okay. That was just… incredible.”

She laughs softly. “You can say that again.”

You fidget slightly with your hands. “I just… can’t imagine never doing that again, is all…”

You feel your face flushing and you purposefully don’t look her in her eyes. But blondie’s having none of that.

She reaches over to pull your chin back to her softly, intimately. “Who said anything about never again?”

Your breath hitches as she continues. “I mean, fuck Mia. I already couldn’t stop thinking about you, but now? I’ll be lucky if I think about anything fucking else ever again.”

A smile erupts on your face at this, but she’s not done yet. “Besides, as your self-appointed caretaker, I’ll need to monitor you pretty closely while those ribs heal. How long they tell you again?”

“About 4-6 weeks…” you groan.

“Think you can deal with my annoying ass for that long?”

You roll your eyes. “I think I can manage. But you really don’t have to do that, P. I wasn’t expecting anything when I asked you to stay tonight, really.”

“Hey. Ion’t do things I don’t wanna do. Besides…”

She has that devilish grin on again as she paws at your good side, clearly ready for another round.

“It’s the least I can do.”

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Boyfriend

Paige Bueckers x Fem! Reader

Summary: Paige is just the definition of boyfriend.

Warnings: Nothing? Maybe kissing and some smutty talk?

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Paige is the definition of boyfriend. Which might seem weird to some, because she is a girl, but not to you.

Ever since y'all have became friends in high school, she has always looked out for you, got you anything you wanted and asked for, took you out to dinner and paid for the two of you when y'all would go shopping. Even thought she didn't want to.

Anyother way she was the definition of boyfriend. She did anything you wanted, whenever you wanted.

She is insanely whipped for you, always has been.

Thats the reason people found out about y'alls relationship...

"Paige can you go out to the car and grab my phone charger?" You asked sitting on the couch, your legs dropped over her legs and she was playing a game on the TV with KK in the teams apartment.

"Yeah, of course." She said almost immediately, throwing the controller on the couch and leaving the game and KK abandoned.

KK's mouth flew open in shock as she stood up like she got shot.

"Wow P, we were almost done with this game and you just leave?" Paige turns around while grabbing the door handle, "She needed a charger." She says as she shrugs her shoulders and makes eye contact with you while smiling, turning around and leaving out of the door, towards the car.

"Don't think I don't see what's going on." You hear KK say as she crosses her arms and squints her eyes.

Smiling innocently, you say "I don't know what you're talking about."

Another time y'all were caught is when the team and some friends went out for a pool day. Of course Paige invited you, and some of the team did too, enjoying your company because you were always over.

As you and Nina lazied out in the sun tanning and talking about current life status, you hear Azzi yell from beside y'all.

Looking over you see Paige and Ice have thrown water balloons at Azzi.

You see Paige raise her hand, a ballon in it, readying to throw, you stop her.

"Paige Madison Bueckers, don't you throw that at me. Put it up." Her face drops and she lowers her hand at your cold expression.

"Okay." Ice, Azzi, Nika and some others who watched what just happened turned to Paige in shock. Nobody could ever get stubborn Paige to listen to them like that.

"Ooouuuu." Heads turn to Kk who is hugging herself and making kissy noises, earning a push in the pool from Paige.

"I see you two." Azzi says with a wink to Paige, making her smirk and look at you, sending you a wink and walking away to put the ballon back up like you said.

The final time, which assured everyone of your relationship, was the WNBA draft.

You, Paige, and Azzi went to support their teammates start their professional basketball carrers.

"Babe, come on were going to be late." You hear Paige yell from outside of the bathroom in y'alls private hotel room.

"Coming." You yells as you open the door, "Can you help me zip up my dress, love?" You ask, moving your hair, giving her a clear view.

She whistles and walks up to you, grabbing your hips and pulling your back against her front. Smiling, and enjoying the view, she looks at you through the mirror and starts kissing your neck.

Seeing where this is going, you push her away. "No babe, just zip it up for now. I promise when we get back we can have as much fun as we want too." She rolls her eyes at your words, zipping up your dress anyways.

"You owe me for making me deal with being able to look at you in this dress and not being able to touch until later tonight."

When y'all arrive to the event, she can't keep her hands off of you. Wanting everyone to know you're hers, and only hers.

"Get a room" You two hear when y'all reach y'alls seats, her smacking your ass right before you sit down did not go unnoticed by her curly haired friend.

"She says not until tonight." Paige says, earning her a slap to her shoulder and an embarrassed you hiding your face in her neck.

She has always been a flirt, a teaser. Always letting you know when you look good, how you make her feel, and more.

It all just adds onto the conclusion, Paige is just the definition of boyfriend.

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Part 2? If you enjoyed this lmk! I just returned after some time, and thought I would give y'all some long awaited Paige talk.

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cold feet

caitlin clark x black!reader

A/N: this isn't my first time writing, just my first time writing and publishing it publicly like this! hope you guys enjoy it!!! let me know what you think!

you stood attempting to block the glare of the sun from your eyes with your bouquet in hand.

“kate it’s fucking hot. why did we let her choose to have a wedding in hell’s kitchen?” you questioned, leaning toward the blonde who suppressed a laugh.

“stop it. caitlin’s literally getting married. hold the jokes in for 10 more minutes.” she whispered, elbowing you lightly as you rolled your eyes playfully, looking toward your best friend who stood in a white wedding gown with her hair pinned behind her ears.

she looked stunning

“do you connor mccaffery take caitlin elizabeth clark to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest questioned as you stood just a few feet away, a heavy feeling in your chest suddenly.

caitlin turned around, glancing at you and kate with a small smile, her face being struck with something as she turned back around.

“i do. i really do.” he said, looking toward you as your body stiffened. you never really liked him, and frankly he triggered your fight or flight, but caitlin was you best friend, so as long as she was happy, you stood by her.

“and do you, caitlin elizabeth clark, take connor mccafferey to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“i-“ she began, pausing briefly and glancing to her parents and brothers who sat in the audience, your eyebrows knitting in confusion as she hesitated.

“caitlin?” the priest questioned as she dropped connor’s hands, whispering before backing away and running down the aisle, the train of her dress in her hands.

“wait what the hell just happened?” you questioned aloud, looking toward connor as he ran his hands through his hair, turning toward the groomsmen as you look between kate, anne, and brent.

you stood outside the bridal suite, kate, caitlin’s parents and brothers behind you as you knocked lightly.

“coco? it’s just us, let us in! are you okay?” you asked softly, leaning against the door, hearing sniffles from the other side.

“honey, we just wanna talk. what’s going on?” anne questioned, stepping closer as you listened to a sob escape from her mouth.

“i don’t wanna talk mom. just- leave me alone!” you heard, her voice receding as you assumed she walked away from the door.

“caitlin. we just wanna help. if it’s just cold feet-“ kate began, a sudden bang being heard against the door, heavy enough to be a shoe.

“go away! leave me alone!”

“okay, well i’m not dealing with her bullshit today. i stood out in the sun for her. kate hold my flowers.” you spoke, shoving them into the girls chest as you ripped a bobby pin from your hair, leaning down to pick the lock.

hearing the click, you swing the door open, stepping into the room and scanning with your eyes.

you spot her curled up on the balcony, her legs pulled to her chest.

“hey guys, give me a minute. i wanna see something.” you say softly, receiving nods of approval, shutting the door behind you.

“caitlin?” you ask, watching as she jumps noticing your figure.

“how’d you get in here? get out!” she exclaims, rising to her feet as you show off the pin in your hand.

“you taught me how to pick a lock, if there’s anyone to blame, it’s you.” you joked, registering the runny makeup on her face as a smile formed on her face. “what’s going on coco? if you won’t talk to your parents, talk to me.” you encourage, moving some pillows from the couch and sitting down as she cautiously makes her way toward you.

“promise you won’t tell?” she ask, her attitude a bit lighter as you give her a knowing look, patting the seat beside you.

“i haven’t told a soul your secrets since grade school clark. start talking.” you said leaning back as she began to pull pins from her hair, getting frustrated as you moved to help.

“i just. i hesitated. i have love for him, but when it came down to saying i do. i mean, i don’t think i can marry him. so many thoughts flashed through my mind. i know he’s not your favorite person in the world, and he made me happy for so long. my family loves him, and he loves me. i know that. but it just went through my mind that he can’t be it for me.” she said, twiddling with her hands, a nervous habit of hers as you placed a hand on top in comfort.

“do you think there’s any chance of this being cold feet? you’ve been so excited. you had me up at 6AM picking out flowers, i flew out to new york to pick up your dress because you had a game. i’d do it all over again a million times, because i love you. but are you sure?” you ask, watching as fresh tears brim in her eyes

“there’s also been something else on my mind, and it’s kind of scary to think about. but um, i’m not sure how long it’s been a thing for me. but i just haven’t found him attractive, in like any way lately. i’ve had the shortest fuse, and we brushed it off as wedding stress, but i don’t know.” she said, letting out a sigh, laying across your lap.

“so you guys are in a rough patch. that happens, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t marry him. you do love him caitlin.” you reassure as her body shoots up, her eyes shifting toward you, red and puffy.

“what no- i don’t. i realized i don’t love him the way that i love you.” she responded, biting at the skin on her lip as you felt your breath get caught in your throat. “i thought. maybe it was the same type of love that i had for kate, but it was just different because i've known you since we were kids. but i love you. i realized that at the end of the day, i want to be with you, always. when we’d talk about kids, our kids separately started to become our kids. i want to grow old with you, and do life with you. i want to fall asleep in your arms and wake up in them. i miss that. i miss that feeling that i got back in high school during sleep overs, not realizing that that same feeling is what i felt croatia.” she spoke, your mind rewinding to the summer in croatia where you along with most of the team got pretty tipsy, caitlin included.

you believed yourself to be a pretty decent drinker, being able to handle your alcohol, but there was something about croatia that had you waking up the next morning with a naked caitlin curled into your side.

you had talked about it, remembering bits and pieces, but came to the conclusion that it was drunken curiosity.

“i’ve thought about that night, or at least what i can remember, every night since it happened. i can’t get it out of my mind, and i honestly don’t think i ever wanted to. i can’t marry him, because im in love with you.”

“so what do you want to do?” you questioned, caitlin scooting closer as you took a breath, processing the information.

“do you love me? in that way?” she asked, her voice barely audible as you suppressed a smile, giving a slight nod.

“yeah i do. i’ve loved you since we were 15. but you’ve had a pretty solid record sheet with guys and showing me that you’re straight, or so i assumed. so i just accepted it and let it go.” you stated transparently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned into your hand.

“you have no clue how happy that makes me. i also don’t care if you’re not ready for marriage yet, i know i said yes to this whole thing, but i feel like it’s because i felt like i needed to. i’d walk down the aisle with you in a second, but i get if you’re not ready.”

“im not. but i think i will be sometime soon. what do we do from here?” you question, a lot of the tension in the room subsiding, watching her brown eyes roam the room.

“come here.” was said as you’re pulled down to the floor in front of the couch, a giggle escaping your lips as she crawled in her dress across the room, grabbing a stack of papers from the coffee table.

“what are you doing? you have people waiting for you to get married, or at this point announce that you’re not.” you say, reprimanding the girl as she rips the paper apart, rolling up small pieces.

“just give me a second. okay, give me your hand.” she demanded, offering a hand before slipping a makeshift paper ring on your empty ring finger. “there. it’s like high school, but instead of promising to be each other's best friends, i’m promising to give you more than that.” a smile on her face as a knock is heard on the door.

“caitlin? babe?” is heard as your eyes widen, watching her breath intake sharply.

“is it bad that i forgot about him?” she questions, a fearful look on her face as you smile, standing to your feet.

“talk to him, talk to your parents. i’m going to go talk to kate, and we’ll let everyone know there will be no wedding.” you say, helping her to her feet with a smile, turning on your heel.

“hey. wait.” she said quickly, turning toward her as she presses a kiss to your lips, grasping your face with both hands before pulling away. “i love you”

you sat awkwardly in the lounge, kate staring at you from her spot on the couch. caitlin had bought her family and connor in at the same time to talk to them and the guests were dismissed from the ceremony but invited to enjoy the catered food they had planned on serving.

you felt anxiety in the pit of your stomach, shifting in your chair as kate continued to stare, her eyes narrowing.

“kate stop looking at me like that.” you demanded, frustration in your tone as she churned her head, smiling softly.

“you guys fucked in croatia didn’t you?” she questioned, your eyes widening at the question.

“KATE!”

“i knew it! you were both walking around weird that morning, the tension on that plane ride was crazy. but i’m assuming her calling the wedding off was for more than just a one night stand?” the blonde quizzed as you nodded silently.

“she loves you, doesn’t she?”, another nod of the head.

“i kept telling her she was gay, she kept denying it. i was right! but seriously, i think this will work out. maybe not right now with everything going on, but it will.”

you heard the door open, turning to watch as connor stormed out, his face red as you could tell he’d been crying, followed by caitlin whose face was also tear stained and her family trailing behind her.

“so are you guys getting married or did i buy this suit for nothing?” colin jokes, walking and plopping down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder as he leaned against you, pressing a soft kiss against your head.

“colin leave her alone. this is definitely news, but you’re still family and we don’t love you any less. if you guys are happy, then that’s all we can pray for. it’ll take some getting used to, but i feel like it’ll feel like our normal in no time.” anne speaks, offering a smile as she places a hand on your shoulder, brent nodding along.

“and hey, i don’t have to sit through a boring reception dinner. no offense cait honey.” brent says, caitlin waving him off as she grins at you.

“i think we should go see what’s left from the catering, and go back to the hotel. also let’s make sure connor isn’t starting world war 3 on twitter and try and relax.” kate suggest, standing and squeezing caitlin’s shoulder as she smiles at you.

“ i think that sounds good.” you agreed, standing to your feet as caitlin mirrored you.

you stood staring at the different options, the room pretty empty except for you, kate, caitlin, and her immediate family. there were still some stragglers, but it looks like most people either just left, or took food to go and were on their way.

you felt a hand on your lower back, turning to see caitlin standing beside you, a soft closed smile on her face as she leaned into the crook of your neck.

“thank you. for everything.”

“of course, you’re one of my favorite people in this world.” you say, her hair falling down your shoulder as she hugs you.

“do you think connor would be okay with me taking you to australia over him?”

“i don’t think he really gets a say if you and your family paid for most of the wedding.”

“wait you’re so right. where’s my phone?” she questioned as you gave her a warning look knowing her notifications would be a war zone themselves.

“let’s just get some cake right now. yeah?” you suggested in place as she pulled away, a bit of a pout on her face as she agreed to your statement, picking up a plate of her own.

“hey. i love you. like a lot.” she says, a smile resting on your face as you hummed.

“i assumed you did, otherwise i don’t think you would have left your fiancÃ© at the alter for me.” you joke, hearing her laugh loudly in response as she presses her forehead to yours, a bright grin on her face.

“i’m glad we figured out it wasn’t just cold feet.”

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