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My legs are shaking and spreading. Raw next question. I have NOTHING appropriate to say. 5 mins and a hair tie. Can we save hex. All 8 fingers. My fingers are tired. Who has my clothes? Both lips smiled. Bedsheet- soaked. To infinity and beyond. A tear rolled down my leg. FLASH US. This made my hole weak, sorry i meant whole week.
need jackson ellie SO bad.
im sorry i cant even read that.. im so focused on my gf wtf why is she always manspreading? why does she looks so hot doing it? why am i not on her lap instead?
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Hidden Feelings PB x reader
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men dni, mdni!
description: you kept your feelings for the basketball player a secret in fear of rejection. you did this by simply acting like you hated her. and maybe you did develop feelings of hatred over the course of time. but when paige catches you in the act, you start to question yourself and your motives.
CW: smut, cussing
authors note: this is my first fic.. pls be nice 🙏 reblogs are always appreciated. NOT PROOFREAD. but please enjoy!
you didn’t know why you hated her so much. well, actually, you did. you just chose to ignore it to better your feelings.
its because she was so perfect. she was everything, and you couldn’t get her out of your fucking head.
you and paige became roommates when her recent roommate graduated the year before. you’ve always been attracted to her, even before she started living with you. hell, she was paige bueckers. what woman in this university doesn’t have a major crush on her? maybe it was the same things that made everyone like her, that made you so attracted to her. or maybe it was the simple things that happened around the house. the way she moved her slender fingers on the ps5 controller, or the way her shirt would ride up, showcasing her boxers and abs briefly. you couldn’t help it. but you also didn’t like it. honestly, she had never shown you attitude or hatred. you were the one that started it. you continuously felt bad, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face rejection. you were scared that she wouldn’t reciprocate the way you felt. so, you began to hate her. at first, it was an act. an act to hide your feelings from her and to feel better about yourself. but now, every little thing she does makes you angry. she pisses you off like no other, even her face makes you want to scowl. eventually, she would grow to dislike you too. i mean you were rude even when she didn’t do anything wrong. however, she couldn’t deny that you were quite attractive. despite your attitude, she always caught herself staring when you would drink the water you grabbed from the fridge, or when you would watch tv in a little tank top and shorts. but your appearance doesn’t justify your actions.
your facade began to fall apart at a party. your friends had invited you, knowing you hadn’t been out and about in a while. you decided you needed to get laid tonight. you’ve been pent up and lost in your thoughts recently, and tonight would be the perfect night to be relieved. you put on a tight black dress, picking your favorite jewelry and leaving your dorm. luckily, paige was nowhere to be seen. you didn’t want her asking questions.
when you got there, it wasn’t terribly loud, but it wasn’t quiet. just the way you like it. you could actually hear the music. you met your friends, sitting near them and getting to talk for a little bit. afterwards you grabbed a drink, standing by the counter. after a minute or two you could feel someone’s presence behind you. you put the drink down, looking back. paige bueckers. you scoff, your face now turned to one of disbelief.
“what are you doing here?” she asked you. she stood over you, seeming tense and alarmed but calm at the same time. you couldn’t read the expression on her face.
you roll your eyes, turning back to your drink. as you fixed up the area, you spoke.
“fuck off, paige. i didn’t know you were here. if i did i probably would have skipped.” you knew you were being rude, but she agitates you. regardless, you couldn’t look her in the eye and speak to her in such a manner.
for a moment, you wait for her to respond. when you dont hear anything, you turn back. huh, she already walked away. you realize she left because another girl had caught her attention. she was talking with her, obviously flirting. despite being like twenty feet away from them, you felt like you were watching this unfold directly in front of your face. like a show only meant for you to see. you were jealous. as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t help it. you finished your drink, walking away. you couldn’t stare at the two women any longer. while you headed to the living room, one of your friends caught you. she started up a casual conversation, keeping it light before changing the subject.
“hey.. can i tell you something?” she looked at you, and then glanced away from your direction.
your eyebrows furrowed, face flickering with unease momentarily. but you quickly let your face return to a relaxed expression.
“yeah, what is it?”
she finally looked into your eyes, taking a sip of her drink.
“you know, i think your feelings for paige are obvious. all of us see it. the whole friend group. even some of her teammates. you just act so rude, and it obviously upsets her.”
your eyes widened. the fuck?
“i don’t have feelings for paige. is it not obvious that i hate her?”
she shook her head, sighing but then smirking.
“you need to figure something out. it’s honestly funny, how much you try to deny it. even when everyone knows.”
you scoffed, fixing your hair confidently before speaking.
“you don’t know anything.”
after that, you walked away. you found your way to a corner in the living room, sitting in an armchair. you debated for the next five minutes if you should just go home. it wasn’t even worth getting laid anymore. you were no longer in the mood. along with the debate, your thoughts lingered with what your friend said. you don’t have feelings for paige. you just think she’s kinda hot. yeah. kind of. its totally not like you’ve touched yourself to the thought of her, even imagining her between your legs.
despite how you feel about her, you wonder how she feels about you. your friend mentioned that your attitude upsets her. does it really? you figure you should at least try being nicer, even if that contradicts how you’ve been acting towards her all this time.
when it gets late enough and you’ve got a few drinks in your system, you go home and get ready for bed. you’re grabbing a glass of water, freshly out of a shower when you hear the door open. paige is home. she steps in, locking the door behind her, and she glances at you, and you decide to not be a bitch for once. you take a sip of your drink, facing away from the fridge and placing your glass on the counter. then, you spoke up.
“hi.” it was short and blunt, not mean, but also not kind.
“hey…” she answered, walking towards the kitchen as well. she stepped behind you, grabbing a glass and pouring some milk in it. then she walked around the counter, leaning over the opposite side and facing you. you looked at her for a solid minute, admiring the way her hair was slightly frizzy and the way she looked at you. maybe you didn’t hate her.
suddenly, you’re reminded of the party. you had been trying to get laid, but lost all interest the second you saw paige flirting with that girl. and the second you realized other people think you really do like her. maybe, just maybe, you have the slightest amount of feelings for paige. but after today, you won’t acknowledge them.
neither of you speak a word. it’s not necessarily awkward, but the air is charged with a vibe you can’t quite put a label on. deciding you weren’t going to sit here any longer, you grabbed your glass of water, heading to your room.
paige didn’t know what to make out of all of this. it was obvious you didn’t like her. you made it very clear, ever since the beginning. but then you have these moments with her, these moments that make her feel like you might not absolutely despise her. these moments that make her feel like you want her. and maybe she wants you too, but she doesn’t tolerate disrespect. she hasn’t spoken to her team members about it, but she knows they all think the same thing. what exactly do they think? paige doesn’t know. they don’t speak to her about it, knowing they’ll just be shut down on the topic.
she was started to go crazy.
she couldn’t tell if you hated her guts or wanted her to rearrange your guts.
and honestly, she was still trying to figure out if she really hated you too.
as always, you wonder how you ended up here. legs spread on your bed, fingers rubbing slow circles onto your cunt as you let out soft pants. your lights were dimmed, thoughts full of the tall athletic blonde who lives across the hallway. you hate her. but she won’t get out of your head. you need it to stop, need this to stop. you can’t keep fantasizing about her while you touch yourself, wishing it was her fingers instead of your own. but she’s the only thing that gets you off. you’ve always been terrible at touching yourself. you don’t usually make yourself tip over the edge. but recently you’ve discovered that paige fucking bueckers is the solution to all of your issues. you think about her eating you out, her wet muscle sinking into your hole, and you find the ability to make yourself cum. you figure that’s how you ended up here. paige stayed late at the gym after losing a game. you texted her asking when she’d be home since you were “ordering food.” she told you to forget it since she’d be gone for a while. so you took advantage of the empty dorm.
currently, your eyes are squeezed shut as your fingers plunge into your sopping cunt. you cry out, curling them to hit the spongy area of your walls. you moan shamelessly, seeing as how nobody is home. well at least that’s what you thought. you moan her name, gasping as you feel the familiar knot tie up in your lower stomach. sweat drops gather on your forehead and in between your tits, showing how hard you work just to relieve yourself. you’re so deep into imagining paige fucking you that you don’t hear the front door open. and apparently,
you also miss your bedroom door opening as well. its quite, almost like she means to silently stand and watch the way you fuck yourself. she leans on the doorframe, arms crossed as she observes. when you moan out her name multiple times, her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. eventually, you reach your climax, back arching off of the bed as you gasp and writhe. you bring yourself down from the high, wincing as you slide your fingers out of yourself. you rest them on your bare stomach, ignoring the juices and wetness coating them. your eyes are still shut as you lie there. although your serenity ends shortly.
“so you don’t hate me, huh?”
you recognize the voice, immediately sitting up and clamping your legs shut. your eyes trail to the doorway, spotting the blonde standing there. a red hot blush makes its way to your cheeks, and you’re speechless. she looks over to you. her jaw is clenched, eyes filled with a fire you only see when shes on the court. you honestly do not know what to say.
“paige…” you breathlessly mutter, trying to find words to explain what you’ve just been caught doing. she uncrosses her arms, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. and then she opens her mouth to speak. however, your words reach her ears before she lets her own into the air.
“its not what it looks like.” you tried to reason with her. but it was more like you were reasoning with yourself. you had just been caught touching yourself to someone you swore you hated for last 6 months. what do you do with yourself now?
“its not what it looks like? right. as if you weren’t just moaning out my name while fucking yourself.” you avoid her gaze, not ready to face her. theres a moment of silence, but she continues speaking.
“you’re pathetic.”
“what?” is all you can make out as you finally connect eyes. you’re face has now contorted to shock and the slightest hint of arousal.
“you heard me.” she speaks tensely, almost like she’s fighting to say too many words at once. like she’s talking through clenched teeth.
“you can’t handle the fact that you’re attracted to me. so instead of being honest, you just decide to hate me? huh? answer.”
“i’m sorry.” it almost seems like when you say it, it’s a question. like you don’t know what else to say. your breath catches in your throat, and you wait for her to say something. she scoffs, stepping to the front of your bed. she leans against the footboard. her jaw clenches, arms crossing as she stares at you. she checks you out, still angry, but how could she ignore your naked body right in front of her?
“don’t be. i’m just a little shocked. you know, this isn’t exactly what i planned on coming home to.”
“what are you doing here? i thought…” your words trailed off. yes. you thought you could have some peace to fantasize while she was off working hard because of a lost game.
“i tried to stay late, but they locked up the gym early. i thought i deserved some time to think, so i just came back home.” you don’t speak after those words leave her mouth. you’re still filled with arousal and embarrassment. theres a moment of silence before she motions to you, talking again.
“well don’t be shy, please continue. i want to see this.” your eyes widen, debating if she’s being serious or not. when she raises an eyebrow, you figure she’s not kidding around. you’re too horny to ignore her, and she literally said she wanted to watch. what’s the worst that could happen?
so, you slowly spread your legs, putting a show on for paige. her eyes trail downwards, staring at your tits before making their way to your core. you watch her closely as her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, your fingers slowly moving to toy with your clit. you rub slow, deliberate circles, small pants leaving your throat.
“fuck.. so pretty. such a slut for me, hm?” she groans, watching intently as she stands up straight. her breathing turns hallow, expecting more from you. her words and tone make you gush, and you use the extra wetness to slide two fingers into your beat hole. you’ve been going at it for a while, trying to get yourself off. you let out a soft whine, watching paige watch your fingers sink into yourself. you begin to pick up the pace, your chest slightly heaving as you let out soft moans. when you twist and scissor your fingers inside of you, you feel your stomach begin to tighten in knots. you whine and cry out, curling your digits to hit that spot inside of you. you kept going relentlessly, trying to cum, but you sat right at the edge. you couldn’t find the strength to push yourself over, even when paige was standing right there and watching you with desire written all over her face. you decide to plead for some help, thinking she might relieve you.
while your fingers dive and curl inside of you, you whine out.
“paige.. i.. i can’t. please, need to cum so bad.” you babble, hoping your words will convince her to touch you. you watch her closely before her eyes finally pull away from your body and connect with your own.
“no.” it took you a moment to realize what she had said. so… she wasn’t going to help you? why is she standing there then. what does she want. maybe she’s just getting revenge. i mean… you can see the anger and frustration in her eyes, adding to the desire in her blue irises. then, she spoke again. your fingers slightly slowed, eventually coming to a stop as you panted.
“you can fuck yourself. i’m not touching you.” she stood her ground, speaking harshly with a hint of arousal laced in her words.
“what..? paige.. please. please, i’m sorry.”
you plead for her to hear you out, accept your apologies. but she couldn’t care less.
“good luck with that.” the words were flat, but almost like she was holding back. she sucked in a breath, making her way to the door, and walked out. you sat there confused, needy, and angry. you give up, deciding you will literally never get off tonight. you’ve become too bothered to do so. you clean yourself up, wondering what the fuck to do next.
you weren’t sure what was going to go down between you two after that moment. all you knew was that it wasn’t going to be easy, and you had a lot of explaining to do.
