Paige X Oc - Blog Posts

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pairing: paige x bsf!reader (this pic of Paige gives the exact vibe im talking ab in this fic omdss) synopsis: things and hands get awkward during a double date.

warning(s): slight homophobia, kissing, fingering, public stuff kinda DONT WANNA SAY 2 much nd spoil lol. word count: 2.6k Author Note: so many asks for a pt 2! found this in the drafts too, so there's prolly inconsistencies and all that but overall SO FUCKING HOT i love under the table stuff fuck. and paige is actually insane like she's so sadistic and its so sexy!! ty for 1K <3 ana's angels 4L😊💕👼

The morning light filters through the curtains as you groggily wake up to a sight that sends an angered jolt through your system—Paige Bueckers, naked and wet, standing over you with a toothbrush in her mouth. At just the sight of her, you’re immediately reminded of the chaos of last night, but your memory is fuzzy, the details lost in a haze of alcohol and poor decisions.

"Rise and shine," Paige says with a smirk, her wet hair dripping onto your bare skin. The sensation makes you shiver, and you can’t help but recoil, despite the fact you can smell how clean she is, with your shampoo, toothpaste, and body wash. Though your mind is as foggy as a misty morning, hangover throbbing, you still have enough in you to summon your deep-seated hatred for her. Gritting your teeth, you growl, "Get the fuck out of my room and go put on some fucking clothes. You're getting me wet."

You barely even notice the double-entendre you make until Paige grins cheekily at you and teases, "Careful, princess. Your boyfriend's just outside. I thought you didn't want him to find out about us."

You furrow your eyebrows in both surprise and confusion. As you try to process her words, you suddenly recall that you had a brunch planned with your boyfriend this morning. The realization hits you like a freight train—if Paige is in your room, and you've forgotten about your boyfriend, it all means something happened that you're too hungover to recall. "The fuck? Why are you even-" When you look down and realize you're similarly naked, and clench your legs to feel a familiar soreness, you gasp. "Did we fuck?" you whisper, panicked for a multitude of reasons, and terrified of your boyfriend hearing. "Y/N, what’s taking so long?" he calls out, his tone a mix of concern and irritation. "Just a minute!" you shout back, your mind racing. Paige’s silence speaks volumes, her smirk widening as she watches you struggle to piece together the events of the night. Panic rises in your chest as you hear your boyfriend knocking on the door, his voice tinged with impatience.

"Y/N, we'll miss our reservation if you don't hurry up!" he calls out, sounding immensely irritated. You can't even respond as Kaia's words from last night, from before you'd passed out in a fuck-drunk haze replay and echo in your mind: "Are you guys finally getting along?" and the memory sends a chill down your spine.

You scramble out of bed, grabbing clothes and trying to get dressed as quickly as possible. "Does Kaia know?" you demand from Paige, your voice a frantic whisper. Paige's smirk doesn't falter. "Do you want her to?" she asks, clearly enjoying your panic.

Fueled by fear and anger, you hover over her, pinning her down on the bed despite her wet hair dripping onto your sheets—something that would usually drive your OCD crazy, but right now, you don't care. "You're dead if she does. I swear. I'm not going to lose my best friend over a slut like you," you threaten, your hands shaking.

Paige's eyes gleam with a sadistic delight. "Love it when you call me that, ma," she taunts, her voice dripping with malice. "And the look in your eyes right now? So sexy." She licks her lips slowly, savoring the moment. "Wanna fuck you right now just so he can hear," she whispers before leaning in to kiss you.

You don't understand how you're even able to, but you kiss her back, your anger and desperation fueling every movement. You hate her, and you want to pull away, but you can't because, deep down, you realize you're just as sick as she is. The kiss is filled with a twisted mix of passion, hatred, and shame, but you don't stop, unable to resist the pull of her sadistic allure.

That is until suddenly, your boyfriend's voice breaks through the haze, and he shouts, clearly angered, "We're not making that fucking reservation!" You jump and involuntarily cling to Paige at his loud voice, and for a brief moment you find a strange sense of comfort in her touch, grounding you even as everything feels like it's spiraling out of control. But when he continues, "Since when was I not allowed inside your room while you're changing? There's a lesbian in there afraid of me seeing her naked too? This is bullshit!" you feel a wave of panic crash over you and you push Paige away with a strength you didn't know you had, your heart pounding in your chest. Paige falls back onto the bed, her laughter echoing in the room as you quickly try to compose yourself, your mind racing to come up with an explanation.

He pauses, clearly irritated. "What you fuckin' laughing at, Bueckers?" he snaps.

Paige calls back, unfazed. "Afraid I'm banging your bitch, Andrews?"

He scoffs, responding with a sneer, "With what, your pussy?"

And she laughs, voice gleaming with mischief, "Takes one to know one, doesn't it?"

You know they'll keep this up for hours if you let them. Clamping a hand over Paige's mouth, you call back, "Rebook it, will ya? If you're nice enough, she might 1V1 you after breakfast." The ride to the restaurant is tense. Your boyfriend chats with Paige like she's one of the guys, completely oblivious to the undercurrent of tension between you two. You force yourself to focus on the road ahead, hoping that somehow, everything will hold together for a little while longer. Your thoughts are a whirlwind of guilt, anger, and confusion. How did you let things get so out of hand? Why the fuck would you invite them? And what if Kaia knows? The mere thought makes your stomach churn. Paige, sitting in the front seat, occasionally glances back at you through the rearview mirror, a knowing smile playing on her lips as he rants about your quirks that she unfortunately already knows about—like how you tend to either speak too much or too little during sex, how your eyes flutter before you cum. It's painful to see how Paige looks back at you from the passenger seat every so often before she nods and even suggestively smirks, "He’s not wrong, you know." You snap back into it at that, deflecting her comment with a burning question. "Where the fuck is Kaia?"

"Do you listen to anything I tell you?" your boyfriend snaps at you in frustration. "She's meeting us there, like I said."

"Sorry," you mumble, but he just shakes his head, turning to Paige.

"See, this is another thing. Always in her own world, even when we're together. Like just last night, I tell her to go take some shit and send it to me in the bathroom, and she's about to... never did! Doesn't remember our breakfast date today, it's like, fuck!"

Paige rubs her mouth, literally biting her tongue to avoid telling him why you didn't deliver, knowing it'd tremendously delight her to watch him get angry and potentially crash the car with all three of you in it. She’d love going out that way. Instead, she quietly doesn't say anything, eyeing you through the rearview mirror knowingly again. She's surprised by how differently you react to him when your upset compared to how you react to her. With him, you're meek, apologetic, and quick to back down. With her, you're fiery and defiant. This difference intrigues and amuses her. You glance back, a mix of confusion and discomfort in your expression, when he suddenly admits to Paige, on a yap spree, "Y'know, when you were just the girl I was banging's roommate... girlfriend?" he still says it dismissively, unsure, but continues nevertheless, "I was a dick. I shoulda never said that whole thing about... y'know. I respect you being into women, I mean fuck... wouldn't put up with half of her shit back there if she wasn't a hot chick, you know, man?"

The crude words he uses to talk about you, how he finds himself amusingly funny, and how he can tell it's bringing you discomfort like he wants it to makes Paige uncomfortable. For the first time, she can understand why you must care so much about watching her essentially be the same partner to Kaia. She remembers moments when she's dismissed Kaia's feelings or been too wrapped up in her own world to notice the hurt she was causing. It’s a strange, uncomfortable realization that she and your boyfriend share a similar flaw.

"Yeah, man, don't even trip, it's cool," she reassures him with a forced smile, but she knows that to(morning)night has given her a new reason to stop fucking around and to get you to break up with him, knowing you deserve better and selfishly wanting you for herself. She keeps the chat in the back of her mind, knowing it'll come back to haunt you when things inevitably go wrong with him.

However, she doesn't expect the inevitable to happen so soon.

You all settle down at your table and order (except for Paige, opting to be the 'good girlfriend' and wait for Kaia), well before Kaia shows up, looking both radiant and slightly frazzled. She greets your boyfriend warmly, giving you an indecipherable smile before she sits down beside him and leans over the table to kiss Paige right in front of your face. You grumble in supposed disgust, though it's actually disguised jealousy. You're appalled that while they kiss, Paige’s hand has crept onto your leg again and she’s begun playing with your skirt under the table. Paige's hand continues its slow, torturous journey up your leg, and you have to bite your lip to keep from reacting. Your boyfriend's comment makes his idea of a funny jab at your expense. "Oh, but when I do it, I'm a homophobic prick, right?" he launches, and to your surprise, Kaia unexpectedly laughs, and it lands. You stammer. "Yeah, well, I'm grossed out because it’s Paige, not because—" you choke up when she squeezes at your thigh. You clear your throat. "Not because I—I’m homophobic." You sip on some water, trying to steady yourself and behave accordingly. "So, Kai, where were you this morning? You were hammered beyond recognition, how are you even up this early?" She smirks, taking a sip of her coffee. "I mean, was I really that drunk? My memory's perfect, not yours... so I heard." The delivery of her words, especially the "So, I heard," makes your heart skip a beat. You hope she didn't hear anything. Or maybe your heart skips cause of the way Paige's fingers brush over your clit, the blonde eyeing you with pleased surprise when she realizes you're not wearing any panties. She smirks, clearly enjoying the discovery and the power it gives her over you, and you hate yourself. Paige moves slowly, trying not to disturb the tablecloth as her fingers slide over your sensitive clit. The deliberate, careful movements only heighten the sensation, making it harder for you to maintain your composure.

You raise an eyebrow, questioning, "Who told you my memory was bad?" and Kaia just laughs it off before saying, "Can you even remember what you said back to me last night? Before you fell asleep?" Her tone hints that she might know more than she's letting on.

Kaia is acting half-normal and half-strange with you, almost as if something is up. However, the arrival of your food takes precedence, and Kaia and Paige decide they’ll share a meal. Since Kaia arrived later, your food comes first, and you’re left eating alongside your boyfriend while Kaia and Paige await their dish. Unfortunately, Paige's pastime involves sliding her fingers into your sore, abused cunt repeatedly, teasing you, pushing deeper and deeper slowly and exploring you intimately. Your boyfriend, oblivious to the tension under the table, launches into a story about something. You try to focus on his words, but your mind keeps drifting back to the sensation of Paige's fingers inside you and the trickle of wetness down your thigh. It's a struggle to maintain any semblance of normalcy, and you can feel your face heating up with a mix of arousal and embarrassment as Paige's thumb comes up to add into the mix and circle your clit.

You glance at her, who meets your gaze with a knowing smile. She moves her fingers slightly quicker, making you bite your lip to stifle a moan. You're caught in a twisted game, unable to stop her and unable to fully engage in the conversation around you. "So, how was everyone's night?" Kaia asks innocently, her eyes flicking between you and Paige. "Eventful," Paige replies with a smirk, her fingers slipping deeper inside you. You gasp, choking on your food, and your boyfriend looks at you with concern. "You okay?" he asks, reaching out to touch your arm. You nod quickly, trying to pull yourself together. "Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe," you say, your voice shaky. Kaia raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You sure you're okay, bestie? You look a little flushed."

You sip on some water, trying to steady yourself. "I'm fine," you insist, though your body betrays you by forcing a tiny whimper out of you.

Paige, meanwhile, looks completely at ease, her expression serene as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. She glances at you, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Kaia doesn't seem entirely convinced, but she lets it go. "Alright, if you say so," she says, taking another sip of her coffee.

Your boyfriend launches into a story about his night, oblivious to the tension simmering beneath the table. As he speaks, you can no longer bear Paige's fingers swimming inside you. Desperation takes over, and you grab her wrist to stop her.

But Paige, ever the provocateur, fights against your grip and drives even deeper, curling her fingers into your G-Spot. The friction, combined with the pressure of her thumb circling your clit, is too much. You can’t stay silent. You take a forkful of pasta, chewing and moaning as if the food is that good.

"Mmm, this is delicious," you manage to say between moans, trying to cover up your sounds of pleasure. Your boyfriend chuckles, giving you a sideways glance. "Damn, babe, you're really enjoying that, huh? You're turning me on with those sounds."

Your boyfriend resumes his story just as Paige hooks her fingers up to rub against your G-Spot only, and presses her thumb against your clit hard so it all aligns, forcing you to grind into her fingers. Your chair squeaks slightly with the movement, but Kaia is too invested in the conversation to notice.

She doesn't notice either even when Paige leans over and whispers in your ear, "Enjoying yourself, princess?"

You can’t hold back the hushed, "Fuck," that escapes your lips. Your boyfriend glances at you seductively again, raising an eyebrow, but stays focused on his conversation with Kaia.

Just as Kaia and Paige's food arrives, Kaia receiving her plate first, Paige one-handedly, your boyfriend sneaks his hand under the table and glances at you like he's just done something naughty. His eyebrows furrow, and he glances down at the table, confused, before he stares at both of your hands gripping the tablecloth. Paige stops moving instantly, her smirk growing as she realizes what he's discovered.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the table. Kaia, oblivious to the tension, begins to eat her meal with gusto. Your boyfriend pulls his hand back, while Paige leans back with a satisfied grin.

"Y/N," he mutters, his voice low but dangerous. "What the hell is going on here?"

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