Personality, Any Height, Ms Right

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( Also this is my first time writing smut )

Attitude

Paige BUECKERS x fem reader

warnings: angst to smut

Tonight you and your girlfriend Paige were going out to a bar with the team. All day you were in a bad mood, one you failed your astronomy exam. Also Paige left you this morning without saying goodbye for practice then comes home at six pm saying to get ready.

You put on a tight black dress with matching black heels and gold jewelry. You look in the mirror, thank god you straightened your hair last night. Paige walks in and looks at you up and down “ Your so gorgeous baby “ she says. You look up at her for a second and roll your eyes “ Thanks “ walking out of the room you grab Nika’s hand and go outside with her. Paige follows you both and gets into the drivers seat of her car while you and Nika get in the back “ Why aren’t you sitting next to me in the front? “ Paige asks you.

“ Because I can “ you say looking away and at the window crossing your arms. Paige choosing to ignore your attitude for now as she drives you guys to the bar. Once you get there Nika goes inside first and you go to follow her before Paige grabs you hand pulling you back towards her. Letting out a puff of air you look at Paige “ What? “ you ask her crossing you arms again.

Raising her brows Paige mimics you by crossing her arms as well “ What’s wrong baby? What happened? “ she asks you. You look up at her for a second before abruptly turning around and rushing inside of the bar. You find Nika and order a shot with her she smiles at you and you smile back and clink your glasses together “ Cheers “ you both say together before drowning the shots. You order two more shots and drown them before going to the dance floor and starting to sway your hips to the beat.

A few moments later while you’re dancing you feel someone grabbing your hips pulling you flush against them. Turning around you hope to see your girlfriend instead you look up seeing a boy you don’t know. Immediately you push him away and Paige walks up to you grabbing your arm dragging you outside of the bar without a word. She opens the car door and you get in sitting down and Paige closes the door and walks around getting into the car and starts driving without looking at you.

Deciding to ignore your girlfriend since she was ignoring you first. You sit down in the car with your arms and legs crossed looking out of the window playing with your hair. Paige turns her head to look at you a few times, to say she was angry was an understatement all day you have given her attitude and then she sees you dancing with another guy. The tension in the car was thick with anger and frustration coming off the both of you.

Once Paige parks the car you step out and walk inside the apartment you shared with her and a few other girls and go inside to your room ignoring her. As you sit down and take off your jewelry and shoes Paige storms into the room “ WHAT THE FUCK IS THE ISSUE Y/N? “ she asks you.

Rolling your eyes you ignore her and get up putting your shoes back into the closet. Paige grabs your chin making you look up at her, she squints her eyes “ What’s with the attitude huh princess? You need me to fuck it out of you? Yeah that’s what you need “ she says to you moving her hand to your throat squeezing lightly.

You subconsciously squeeze your legs together and of course Paige notices she smirks and pushes you down onto her bed. She climbs on top of you and starts kissing down your neck trying to get a rise out of you. Being the petty girl you are you say nothing and try to keep still even though with every kiss she leaves on you the hotter and wetter you get.

Paige groans and moves up and grabs your neck again making you look at her “ Come on baby you know you want me “ she says rubbing your clit over your panties. You shake your head now and accidentally let out a whine when she slips her hand into your underwear rubbing your clit slowly. You look up at her with doe eyes, breathing heavy “ Please p-please Paigey “ whining you grab her arm.

Paige keeps going “ Apologize first “ she says smirking at you. You struggle for a moment not knowing what to do before nodding your head “ M sorry Paigey so sorry sorry “ you spit out. She tilts her head looking at you “ Sorry for what baby? “ she pretends to feel bad for you.

You let out a breath as she slips a finger into you moving slowly “ I was a b-brat, sorry for-for attitude s-sorry please p-please “ you moan.

Paige smiles at you and starts pushing into you with two fingers, her thumb rubbing your clit. She uses her other hand to take your dress off of you and she immediately starts kissing your breasts leaving hickeys all over you. You moan and start to feel that pit in the bottom of your stomach “ m close paigey “ you moan out and then Paige stops her movements and sits up straddling you.

You look up at her “ w-what? “ you ask her swallowing your spit. Paige smirks at you and kisses down your body until she reaches your thighs, she leaves big wet kissing everywhere but the place you need her. You watch her and grab her hair making her look at you “ please please please I need you P I need you so bad m sorry “ you whine.

“ good girl baby “ she says before wrapping her lips around your clit sucking and moving her two fingers inside of you. You moan and push her head down with your hand as you feel your climax approaching. Looking down at Paige “ m gonna cum p-paigey “ you moan. She starts going faster and pulls away from your clit moving up to kiss you “ Come on baby cum for me princess “ she tells you kissing your neck. You moan and cum all over her fingers your baby spasming.

Paige smiles at you and kisses your forehead “ you did so good baby “ she tells you. You nod tiredly as Paige gets up grabbing a wet towel then moving to clean your body making sure to get gentle because you were still sensitive.

Paige crawls into bed with you and pulls you onto her chest. You close your eyes “ I’m sorry for today I was stressed with school sorry my love “ you say to Paige.

She nods looking down at you and kissing your forehead before playing with your hair “ it’s okay baby I love you “ she says. You nod and mumble out an “ I love you “ before falling asleep.

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꣑୧ Some Headcannons of Izuku jealous

Jealous!Izuku who watches you and Bakugo interact, at first he is confused on why Kacchan isn’t screaming at you like he does everyone else.

Jealous!Izuku who starts mumbling to himself every possible reason on why the two of you would be talking to one another.

Jealous!Izuku who pretends not to be looking at you both when you turn around to smile at him. You were just talking to Bakugo about strategies and ideas for training because you both had similar quirks that Izuku magically had forgotten through his jealousy he didn’t even consider that what was what you both were talking about.

You turn around a bit confused at the fact that your own boyfriend pretended not to notice you when you tried to smile at him. Before you can utter a word Bakugo scoffs “Damn Deku” he mutters under his breath.

“Huh what did he do?” You ask confused staring up at the blonde, he crosses his arms over his chest. Bakugo smirks for a moment looking at you then back at Izuku who catches his eye.

The blonds hand comes to your shoulder “Nothing just being a damn nerd” he tells you a smirk still adoring his lips.

Jealous!Izuku who feels his chests tighten when Bakugo touches you. He starts taking steps closer to the two of you to hear what his childhood friend is telling you. When he finally makes it to you both he hears your voice “That thing you did with your explosions when you flew in the air was awsome. You have to teach me some time please” you gush over the boy.

His heart skips a beat as he hears you compliment Bakugo. The blonde boy smirks staring at Deku for a moment before squeezing your shoulder “Tch I guess I could teach you I’am the best after all” he says looking at you for a moment.

With jealousy clouding his judgement Deku slings an around your shoulders “I can teach her just fine Kacchan” he says his voice laced with jealousy. He leads you away from the boy quickly rushing you two out of the living room and into his dorm.

Jealous!Izuku who immediately kisses you when you guys get to a private area. Who pushes you against the wall in a sudden bust of confidence. He kisses you until the two of you run out of breath, you push him off of you slightly “W-what’s gotten into you Zu?” you ask him trying to catch your breath.

He breathes heavily his eyes not looking at you “Nothing just… Whatever you needed from Kacchan you could have asked me, you know I can help” he mutters staring at the wall besides you.

Jealous!Izuku who blushes when you realize he’s jealous of his own classmate. He turns a light shade of pink before kissing you once again trying to prove that you’re his no one else’s.

Jealous!Izuku who sucks hickeys onto your neck when he’s jealous to show everyone that you’re taken. He smirks watching you walk around trying to hide the marks he gave you but ultimately failing and having one or two showing.

Jealous!Izuku who kisses you before you spar with Bakugo durning training so the blonde explosive boy knows you’re his girlfriend.

pretty girls

pairing : azzi fudd x reader

warnings : smut.

notes : azzi 😍💞💓🌸💗💗🪷💖🥰💝💘🌼🌺🌺❣️💞💞💞 thats all.

words : 1898

you and azzi collapse onto the couch in the dorm, exhausted. drunk. annoyed.

tonight was a dud, to say the least. you’ve barely had any time to go out and have fun, like you should as college students, because of basketball and junior year being the absolute worst when it comes to your workload. and then, on the one night you do have off, free of practice for the next couple days and all your homework turned in, both the guys you planned on spending it with turned out to be absolute dicks.

yours had seemed nice enough, in the beginning. he’d been the one ask you out after over a week of staring you down in your shared econ class, take you, azzi, and the football player she’s been talking to out to some club in hartford, and then back to his place after a couple hours of dancing and taking shots. but just as he’d gotten you back to his dorm and out of your clothes, he’d said something so boyishly disgusting, it’d taken real reserve for you to not to slap him before pushing him off of you, re–dressing, collecting your things, and getting the hell out of there.

it’d been pure coincidence that azzi texted asking if you could meet with her as you’d stumbled out of werth tower, phone in one hand and your heels in clutched in the other. you’re not sure what happened with her and her football player— it couldn’t have been good, judging by how her makeup was running. you’d felt bad, and held her hand the whole uber ride back to the dorm, the pad of your thumb caressing the back of her hand.

“want a water?” you ask the girl, tiredly. you’re still very much inebriated and standing could result in a pretty embarrassing fall.

she nods, though, and so you decide to risk it, stumbling into the kitchen and at one point using the wall for support. you grab two bottled waters and pad back into the living room, handing one to azzi and sighing as you sit back down next to her, close. you can feel the heat from her body radiating onto you.

“that fucking sucked,” you gripe, recalling the night, earning a weak, drunken laugh from azzi.

“dudes…” she says, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her water, eliciting giggles from yourself. a single word is enough to get her point across; men fucking suck.

“ugh, and i’m still wet,” you murmur to yourself, the alcohol in your system removing any filter you’d have otherwise. you and azzi are close, so this is probably the least provocative thing you’ve said to her tonight; you both laugh at the statement. you shift uncomfortably and tug at the end of your dress. you need to get out of this chiffon and take a long, hot shower.

azzi turns to look at you, one of her curls falling out of place. she still looks so pretty, even though her makeup had gotten messy. her big brown eyes and perfect, clear skin and full lips. how could anyone fumble her and live with themselves?

“what?” she giggles at how long you’ve been looking at her.

“nothin’,” you smile back. “you’re just too pretty to be crying over some guy.”

then, azzi leans in and kisses you. she pulls back to assess your reaction, before kissing you again when you don’t look petrified or disgusted. you let her slip her tongue into your mouth this time, and surprise yourself with the little moan that comes with it, eyes fluttering closed. your back naturally arches to push up against her.

you lose track of how long you make out before azzi’s hand finds it way to your knee, resting there gingerly, “can i…?”

“like, finger me?” you ask dumbly, because fingering is definitely a step above kissing. plenty of girls that are straight and just friends kiss each other, even make out. but you and azzi are crossing into the territory of actually having sex.

seeing as you play basketball, the conversation of sexuality has obviously come up before, often. every other morning, actually, as paige feels the need to recount her sexcapades to you all. you hadn’t really thought about yours until you got to uconn, and then decided to quietly give yourself the title of unlabeled, while still just hooking up with guys because that’s all you knew. you didn’t think azzi…

“it doesn’t have to mean anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she assures you, her tone surprisingly casual, like she’s trying to convince you to try a new drink at the bar or attempt a shot you haven’t tried before at practice, not breach the basis of your close but purely platonic relationship. “we’re just having fun.”

you consider your position— on the couch, in the dorm, basically out in the open. the other girls had gone out, too, to ted’s, of course. but knowing them, with a schedule this clear, they won’t be home any time soon. and wet is an understatement; you’re practically aching down there, you need to be touched so bad. what could it possibly hurt?

“okay,” you say, finally, a smile slowly spreading over your features. azzi pecks your lips once more before sliding her hand further up your leg.

never having done this before, you’re nervous as you part your thighs, just slightly, still confined by the tight dress, but then her hand is there, warm palms caressing your skin and inching closer and closer towards your core. you gasp when her fingers finally graze the thong you’d put on, feeling a rush of wetness between your folds at the small contact.

“is this still okay?” your friend asks, voice barely above a whisper, and you nod, almost embarrassingly quickly. so she keeps going, experimentally rubbing you through your underwear and you keep gasping, bordering on whimpering with every touch.

“here,” azzi climbs off of the couch and positions herself between your knees, encourages you to push yourself forward by grabbing onto your hips and finally pushing up that dress. when she finally gets you out of your thong, carelessly tossing the garment aside, it’s less like she’s actually trying to get you off and more like curious touching, unknowingly sending you closer and closer to the edge as she spreads your lips open, drags her index finger up from your slit to your clit. “you are really wet,” she muses, pulling her hand away, bringing her thumb and index finger together just to pull them apart and watch as a thin string of your arousal connects them. you blush, suddenly embarrassed, thighs twitching. “it’s okay, just relax for me.”

she smiles up at you so sweetly, and you’re trying to, throwing your head back and closing your eyes and trying to even out your breathing, but then she’s bringing her face toward your cunt, flattening her tongue against you and licking upward, sending shockwaves up your spine, and you can’t help but squirm and whine. “open your legs a little wider, y/n… good girl,” she instructs, and your head practically feels like it’s swimming at the words, unbelievably sexy in her voice.

“a–az,” you want desperately to grasp at her hair, but know how long it took for her to style her curls, so you opt to just fist your hands into the sofa and cry out when she sucks your clit into her mouth.

the way azzi’s using her mouth so well and holding your legs open with a firm grip on your thighs makes you wonder if this is her first time with another girl, too. she doesn’t look grossed out by the taste or confused on how to make you feel good. if anything, when she drags her tongue down from your clit to your entrance, licking into you, she seems all too happy to responsible for the long, drawn out moan it elicits from you, and repeats the motion until you’re practically crying. when you feel your heart start to hammer against your chest, you know you’re not going to last much longer.

azzi removes her mouth from your pussy, but quickly replaces it with a pair of fingers, working over your clit at high speed while she presses wet kisses to your thighs. all it takes is a few more flicks of her wrist to make you cum, thighs trembling and toes curling into the carpet. she doesn’t stop playing with your clit until your moans turn into winces, signaling that you’re being overstimulated.

you feel almost delirious as azzi climbs into your lap, arms looping around your neck. it feels almost natural for you to place your hands on her waist, looking up at her like she hung the moon. “was i good?”

“i can’t feel my legs, i think,” you rasp in response, earning laughter from the girl, before she leans down to kiss you, the taste of your own cum potent on her lips and tongue.

as the kiss intensifies, you just go with the flow, letting your hands slip past the hem of the crop top azzi had worn. you push the fabric up until its bunched up at her chest, glad to find she went braless, and, tentatively, take her breasts into your hands, fondling them gently. azzi chuckles at your obvious nervousness and lack of experience, but her laughter quickly melts into soft moans as you take one into your mouth, sucking firmly— you don’t think you’ve ever heard a prettier sound. you don’t think you’re going to be able to just go without ever hearing that sound again.

releasing her nipple, you let your free hand travel down to the button on azzi’s shorts, popping it open, and pulling down the zipper with haste. despite the constricting denim, your hand still fits into the opening, past the hem of her panties. you figure it can’t be much different than getting yourself off with your own fingers, so you just go by what you’d do if you were on your own, rubbing slow circles into azzi’s clit to work her up before quickening the pace.

she buries her face into your neck, moans muffled as her hold on you tightens— you take that, and how wet she is, as a sign that you’re doing it right, and continue until you feel her physically shaking in your arms. “fuck, y/n, i’m gonna—” she cuts herself off with a high–pitched moan, and you continue to rub her clit through her orgasm until she stops grinding down against your hand. you rub her back, also, feeling that you’re actually kind of good at this. that you could get used to it.

the exhaustion from the night seems to hit you both like a brick, all of a sudden, and you both just sort of slump over in that position, limbs tangled and all.

i don’t know why people are surprised about the fact that jana was high when this picture of nika exist