Cat

+18 MDNI

word count: 5,1K

warnings: use of strap-on, mix of praise and humiliation kink, a bad attempt of writing top!reader

Tate collapsed against the hallway wall, the expensive cotton of her blouse snagging on a stray nail in the drywall. She didn't even notice. She just leaned there, her chest heaving in a rhythm that was less about breathing and more about trying to remember how to exist without a script.

Hate Me Harder

You still remember the exact second you decided to burn Nika Mühl’s entire world down.

1:47 a.m., third Red Bull, eyes bloodshot from rewatching the Notre Dame game on loop. She had danced through a triple team, hips loose, shoulders relaxed, and flicked that filthy behind the back, no look dime straight into Paige’s shooting pocket. The arena detonated. She turned to the jumbotron replay, bit her bottom lip and smirked like she knew exactly how fucking good she looked doing it.

You hated that smirk.


You hated the way it lived rent free in your head.


So you opened a blank doc and wrote the piece that made you public enemy number one in the state of Connecticut.

“Flash, flair, and four turnovers a game: Is Nika Mühl the luxury UConn can’t actually afford?”

You hit publish, closed your laptop, and pretended your hands weren’t shaking.

Two nights later. Seton Hall. Thirty point laugher.


You’re in the media room coiling your recorder cord when the side door slams so hard the championship photos rattle in their frames.

Nika storms in wearing her soaked jersey and shorts, number 10 clinging to every line of her body, collarbones glistening, hair dripping down her neck. The room clears like someone yelled bomb. Door clicks shut. Just you, her, and the low hum of the vending machine.

She stops two feet away. The air between you feels radioactive.

“Say it again,” she says, voice low enough to scrape bone. Accent thick, dangerous. “Say it to my face.”

You don’t step back. You never do.

“You played selfish in the second half,” you answer, steady. “Four of your five assists came off broken plays because you danced with the ball until the shot clock bled out. You wanted the highlight reel more than the win.”

Her jaw flexes. “We won by thirty one.”

“Tonight,” you say. “March is different.”

She steps closer. Heat rolls off her skin in waves. Coconut shampoo, sweat, adrenaline, something darker.

“You ever had ninety pounds riding your hip while you make a read in 0.8?” she asks. “Ever had to carry four other people and a whole fucking legacy while little girls like you wait in the stands for blood?”

“No,” you say. “That’s why I get to call it when you choke.”

Something feral flickers across her face.

“Keep my name out your mouth,” she whispers, so close her lips almost graze yours, “unless you want me to shut it for you.”

Your breath catches hard enough that she feels it. She hears it. Her pupils blow wide.

Then she’s gone, door banging behind her like a gunshot.

You stand there for a solid minute with your pulse pounding in your ears and hate burning so hot it feels like want.

Geno’s revenge is surgical…unlimited access for you, mandatory shadow for her. You’re stapled together for the rest of the season.

6 a.m. film sessions become foreplay

disguised as warfare.


She sits directly behind you now, legs stretched wide so her knees cage your chair. Every time you pause the tape she leans forward, chin on your shoulder, breath against your ear.

“Tell me again how I can’t make that pass,” she murmurs, first in Croatian…rough, rolling, filthy, then in English just to watch your skin prick.

Road trips are torture.


Back of the bus, rookies up front, you and her trapped in the same row for eight hours. Somewhere in Ohio she falls asleep on your shoulder, lips parted, one hand unconsciously curled around your wrist like she’s anchoring herself in dreams. You let her. You hate that you let her.

You learn things you never wanted to know.

She FaceTimes her little sister every single night, voice soft, laughing at her shitty jokes in rapid Croatian.


She ices her knees until they’re numb and pretends the limp isn’t there.


She saves the last strawberry Pop Tart for KK every morning and shoves it at her like it’s an annoyance.

You catch her once at 2 a.m. in the hotel lobby, phone tilted away, reading every article you’ve ever written. Thumb paused on the one where you called her “the most frustrating kind of beautiful.” She doesn’t look up when you walk past, but her ears go red.

South Carolina happens.

She forces everything. Eighteen shots, six turnovers, fouled out swinging at a ref’s call. Final score ugly. Locker room silent as a morgue.

You wait outside, back against cold cinderblock, hood up, freezing your ass off.

She’s last out, still in full uniform because changing would mean admitting the night was real. Eyes red, hair in a messy pony, bottom lip bitten raw.

She stops a foot away.

“You were right,” she says, voice shredded.

You open your mouth for something sharp and nothing comes.

“You’re still the best point guard I’ve ever watched,” you say instead, rough, honest. “Even when you play like absolute dogshit.”

Her inhale shakes. She looks at you like you just dragged her out of deep water.

Three days later the tension is a live wire.

Practice ran late. Arena empty, lights half down, echoing. You’re in the equipment room reaching for a fresh clipboard because someone (her) snapped yours in half this morning during film.

Door creaks behind you. You know it’s her before she speaks…the air shifts, gets heavier.

You both reach for the top shelf. Fingers collide. Electricity snaps up your arm.

Neither of you move.

The clipboard clatters to the floor.

She’s close enough that you see the faint white scar above her eyebrow, the one from Zagreb street ball. Close enough that her next exhale brushes your mouth.

“Tell me to stop,” she says, voice raw, dangerous.

You swallow. “Make me.”

She kisses you like she’s ending a year long argument with her tongue.

It’s messy, desperate, teeth clacking, her hands fisting your shirt so hard the seams scream. You shove her back against the metal shelves…basketballs avalanche around your feet and you don’t care. You bite her bottom lip hard…she groans into your mouth and the sound shoots straight to your clit.

Her knee slides between yours without permission. You grind down on instinct and feel how soaked you already are through thin leggings. She feels it too…her eyes go black.

“Fuck,” she hisses, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re drenched.”

“Shut up,” you pant, and kiss her again, slower, filthier, kissing into her mouth until she’s shaking.

Her hands slide under your hoodie, palms hot against your ribs, thumbs brushing the underside of your sports bra. You arch into her touch and she takes the invitation, shoving the fabric up, mouth closing over one nipple without warning. You choke on her name.

Keys rattle down the hall. Janitor.

She doesn’t stop. Just pulls back enough to growl, “Equipment closet. Back corner. Now.”

You’re there in four seconds flat.

Door barely shut before she has you pinned against it, mouth on your neck, teeth scraping that spot under your ear that makes your knees give. Your hands fist her ponytail…you yank hard. She moans, drops to her knees right there on the dirty floor like it’s a throne.

She drags your leggings and panties down in one motion, doesn’t bother with finesse. The first swipe of her tongue is broad and mean and perfect. Your head thunks back against the door.

“Jesus fuck…”

“Quiet,” she warns, then sucks your clit into her mouth like she’s trying to ruin you for anyone else.

You come embarrassingly fast, thighs clamped around her head, her name ripped out of you in a broken whisper. She doesn’t stop; just slides two fingers inside you while you’re still pulsing and curls them hard. The second orgasm hits before the first one finishes. You see white.

When you can breathe again she stands, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and kisses you slow so you taste yourself all over her tongue.

“Still hate me?” she asks, smirking like she already knows.

You tug her lip between your teeth until she hisses. “More than ever.”

She laughs, dark and thrilled, and you feel it in your spine.

After that it’s war with benefits and zero chill.

Hotel bathrooms on road trips…she fucks you against the sink, one hand over your mouth, the other three fingers deep while the team bangs on the door asking why you’re both late to film.

Back of the bus you ride her thigh in the dark, her teeth in your shoulder to keep quiet while the everyone argues about the playlist up front.

3 a.m. training room. She spreads you out on the padded table, eats you out slow and worshipful until you’re sobbing, then flips you over and takes you from behind with the fingers. Making you completely hers.

Every time she makes you say it.

“Tell me you wrote that article because you wanted me to notice you.”


“Tell me you got wet every time I glared at you in film.”


“Tell me you’re mine.”

You always fight her first. You always give in harder.

Final Four. You win it all.

Your season ending piece drops at midnight after the parade.

Last paragraph.

“I came to UConn ready to bury Nika Mühl.
She beat me to the grave, climbed inside me, and made it a home.”

You’re waiting outside the locker room when she finishes reading on her phone.

She doesn’t speak. Just walks straight to you, cups your face with both hands still smelling like championship net, and kisses you deep and filthy in front of cameras, teammates, Geno and the entire internet.

The gym loses its mind.

She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes.

“Say it,” she whispers, same words from the closet, rough with everything you’ve never said out loud.

You smile, slow, sharp, hers.

“I hate you.”

She kisses you again, bites your bottom lip, kisses into your mouth like a promise.

“Liar,” she breathes.

You don’t argue.

also i love ur work congrats on 800!!

Prompt 22- High sex drive

thanks bby

Paige is competitive in everything she does, how many points per game, how many 3s she can make in a row, and how many times she can make you cum in a single day.

You don't know what comes over her but sometimes, all she can do is fuck you, all she wants to do is fuck you.

It started as soon as you woke up. Her soft, pretty lips kissed down your sleepy body. Slipping down your lace panties. Paige gently kissed and teased your sensitive clit until you practically begged her to taste you. Her warm spit dripped down your cunt as she ate you for breakfast.

You had went out for lunch with your friend in the afternoon, Paige was struggling at home without you. You get a text from her

Paige: need you so bad rn

It was text with a 5 second video attached of Paige, desperately fingering herself while pathetically moaning your name, the cum around her fingers and hole caused you to ache, the pouty look on her face made you want nothing but to be in that bed with her. You couldn't finish lunch without that slutty little video replaying in your head.

You speed home, to find Paige naked in your bed, playing with herself to your photos. Without a second thought you strip and sit on top of her. Bumping your dripping cunts together until you both make a mess of your sheets.

It was around 10 pm now. You were cleaning up from cooking dinner. Paige had locked herself in the bedroom, unsure of what she was doing you walk in to her watching you and hers sex tape.

"Come here baby" Paige demands.

You crawl over to her. She watches you with pure lust.

She makes you watch as she puts her too long strap on.

"Ride me" She orders, "Let me watch you fall apart on me"

You hold on to Paige's shoulders for stability as you ride her member with all your energy, giving her a show she could never forget. Moaning her name and arching your back every time she lets off slaps to your ass.

The base of the strap grinding on Paige's clit every time you more made her start to thrust into, bruising your hips with her grip as she fucks your already wrecked pussy. Making you cum as she does.

pairing: azzi fudd x fem!reader

content: decent bit of plot before literal filth. language, light weed usage, sub!azzi, freak asses being freak asses in public (just a lil tho), choking, oral, fingering, thigh riding, idk what else i should be tagging tbh

wc: 7.1k

synopsis: It wasn’t even Azzi’s draft night, yet she still managed to steal the show – and your attention. With nothing but time, you were counting down the hours until the end of the draft and the afterparty, wanting nothing more than to finally get your girlfriend alone.

notes: sorry im ovulating

𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎… || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you realize maybe dallas isn't so bad after all

sexual content ahead - minors do not interact

jujuwatkins x reader x paigebueckers.

your close friend, who labeled you as their "plaything" , having a chance to bring you over to their dorm, passing you like a blunt, fucking you senselessly over and over till you break. threesome. paige nd juju literally arguing while fucking you. jealousy. they r basically taking their anger out of you while they fought over u. overstimulation

It started as a casual night, you’d been close with paige and juju for a while, maybe too close, the kind of friends who flirt just a little too long, whose touches linger, whose eyes say everything their mouths dont.

they were both bold, confident, a little chaotic, and dangerously in sync, you’d always noticed the way juju looked at you, like she wanted to ruin you and paige? paige had that smirk that promised she’d help.

when they invited you over to their dorm, you thought it was just to hang out, netflix, some drinks, maybe gossip, but the second the door closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted.

“been waiting to get you alone” juju muttered, voice low, fingers brushing your jaw as she backed you into the couch.

paige stood behind you, hands sliding along your waist “you have no idea what you done, coming here like that.” her voice was velvet and steel, calm but charged.

before you could speak, juju was already pulling your shirt over your head, mouth crashing into yours, hungry, demanding, paige grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other roamed your skin like it was hers to claim.

they passed you between them like they rehearsed it, juju bit your shoulder as paiges nails scraped down your thighs.

when paige took her time between your legs, juju held your face, forcing you to watch every move, her skillful tounge swirling on your clit teeth grazing, her eyes fully focused up on you.

and when juju pushed you to the edge again, having her knuckles deep inside you relentlessly slamming her fingers, paige whispered in your ear how ruined you looked.

“your ours tonight” paige said, voice rough, lips brushing your temple "all night” juju echoed, gripping your hips “till you forget your own name.” and they kept their word, over and over, you were devoured, worshipped, dominated, no room for thought, only sensation, only their hands, their voices, their control.

they didnt stop until you were trembling, your throat raw from begging and moaning, your body wrecked in the best way, marked by both of them.

time blurred, hours passed like minutes, your body caught between paiges rough confidence and jujus desperate hunger, every touch from them was deliberate.

at some point, you were straddling jujus lap, her one hand gripping your ass as she rocked, and bounce you up, two fingers deep inside you,her eyes wild and locked on yours.

“you dont know what you do to me” she panted, voice almost trembling "you have no idea.” before you could respond, paiges hands were threading into your hair, tugging your head back until your throat was exposed, she leaned in from behind, licking a slow stripe up your neck.

“dont go catching feelings, juju” paige murmured darkly “we said we share her, not fall for her." juju stiffened beneath you, but didnt let go “maybe i already have” she said quietly.

you moaned loud whimpering when juju smacked your hips so hard it stinged, and paiges grip on your hair tightened just slightly.

the room shifted again, paige tugged you off juju and spun you around, her mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was all dominance and frustration her tongue was commanding, her hands pinning you down on the bed with a strength that made your head spin.

“your mine tonight” she growled “ours" juju muttured glaring at paige, paige was much more rougher than earlier, biting your nipples, slamming her fingers inside you much deeper and faster.

juju stood at the edge of the bed, watching, chest rising and falling, eyes dark with jealousy, and something deeper, when paige finally let up, juju pulled you into her arms like you were breakable, her lips kissing your forehead like a lover, not a plaything.

“you feel it too, dont you?” she whispered “tell me you do.” you didnt speak, your body was too wrecked, your heart too confused, but your fingers curled into her shirt, and your eyes wouldnt leave hers, paige sat back, watching both of you.

the room was quiet now, heavy with the smell of sex, sweat, skin, you lay there between them, your legs trembling, lips swollen, body marked with bites and bruises that would stay for days, one of paiges hickeys was already darkening just above your collarbone, jujus nail marks crisscrossed your thighs like a map.

they hadnt stopped touching you, even in the quiet, juju traced lazy circles on your stomach, her gaze locked on your face like she couldnt look away, paige had one hand tangled in your hair, running her fingers through it absently, but there was tension in her jaw.

you felt it coming before she even spoke "so" paige muttered “what are we doing?” juju stiffened “what do you mean?”

“your acting like shes your girlfriend.”

“and your acting like your not catching feelings at all.” you tried to sit up, but paiges hand on your shoulder kept you down, gently, but firm.

“dont” she said, eyes on paige. “let her speak.”

you looked between them, heart racing for a whole different reason now “i didnt come here to get in the middle of something” you said slowly, voice hoarse “i thought this was just… fun.” jujus eyes softened, but paiges got colder.

“is that what it is for you?” paige asked “just fun?” you didnt answer, couldnt, not when your body still ached for both of them, not when part of you wanted to curl into jujus arms and the other wanted to let paige take you apart all over again.

juju leaned in, brushing her lips against your ear

“i want you” she whispered “not just tonight not just to fuck. I want you.” that cracked something in you, your breath hitched, paige sat up, like she couldnt sit still with everything rising up inside her “i wont fucking share her, you said this is a one time thing and your giving her to me” she growled

the way they argued was too overwhelming, voices starting to raise, so you stood up to make them calm down "i..i gotta go.." paiges hand slid from your cheek down to your throat, gentle but firm, her thumb traced over your pulse "your not going anywhere” she said, more like a promise than a threat.

juju pressed herself closer behind you, pressing her chest to your back, arms snaking around your waist, lips ghosting over your shoulder

paige pushed you back down slowly, kissing you deep lazy but commanding, like she owned every inch of your mouth, juju’s hands explored lower, down your hips, teasing between your legs, her touch was softer than before, but no less intense.

“your still sensitive” juju murmured, almost teasing, her fingers brushing where you throbbed, tou jolted, breath catching.

jujuss fingers slid in slowly, spreading the slick mess they already made of you, your back arched instantly, a broken sound falling from your throat.

paige grinned breathing heavily. “fuck, look at you.” she starts to rub her fingers on your clit " you love this dont you?" she whispered low.

you nodded without thinking, lips parting “good girl.”

she kept rubbing your clit in circle motions,and you moaned as juju curled her fingers inside you at the same time, it was overwhelming, you couldnt think, couldnt breathe, couldnt stop.

they moved in sync like they were made to ruin you together, juju leaned over, kissing the curve of your stomach as she kept pumping her fingers in slow, devastating waves “let go for us” she whispered “your ours now.”

and you did, again, and again, your body shaking, your hands gripping their wrist like it was the only thing keeping you from floating away.

when it was over, paige traced kisses on your jaw, juju kissed the inside of your knee, working her way up your body, slow and sweet.

you were wrecked, completely.

masterlist.

you have been on your phone for hours and jana is starting to get annoyed, so she does something that will really make you put the phone down.

smut.

It had been one of those lazy sunday afternoons, gray skies outside, the kind that made everything feel a little slower, a little quieter, you were curled up on the couch in a pair of soft shorts and janas oversized hoodie, eyes locked onto your phone screen, social media had sucked you in scrolling, liking, messaging, hours passed without you even realizing it.

jana had been patient at first, she lay beside you, nestled into the corner of the couch with a book, occasionally glancing over, waiting for you to look up,but you didnt, not when she brushed her foot against yours, not when she shifted closer, not even when she set her book down with a sigh.

"you been on that thing all day” she murmured, not trying to hide the edge in her voice "im just checking something one sec” you replied, barely glancing up "thats what you said an hour ago.”

she sat up, her arms crossed, watching you with that mix of frustration and something else need, jana wasnt just annoyed, she missed you, craved your attention, and after waiting for it patiently, she decided to take it.

without a word, she slid closer, one knee between your thighs, her hands on your waist "jana— what are you doing?” you asked, the phone still in your hand "since you wont look at me” she said softly, her mouth near your ear "i'll make you."

you opened your mouth to protest, but her hand had already slipped beneath the hem of your shorts, her fingers were warm, and the sudden jolt of sensation made your breath hitch, the phone slipped from your hands and hit the carpet with a soft thud.

“now I have your attention” she whispered, her voice low and possessive, your hips arched against her touch involuntarily, a moan catching in your throat as her fingers moved with slow precision, teasing and knowing exactly what would drive you wild, her free hand moved to your jaw, turning your face toward hers.

“eyes on me” she said, and the tone in her voice sent a thrill down your spine.

you obeyed, the tension between you burning hotter with every stroke of her fingers, your body trembled under her control, the phone completely forgotten, the only thing that mattered now was her, her eyes, her touch, the way she claimed your focus so effortlessly.

and as your body gave in, as she brought you to the edge with nothing but her touch and that hungry gaze.

jana didnt let up, if anything, she got rougher when she saw the way you melted under her touch, her fingers curled inside you with purpose now, her movements no longer teasing

“you ignore me for hours" she growled into your ear "and now your gonna come with my fingers deep inside you, since your phone was so much more important.” her hand at your jaw tightened, just enough to hold your head still, to make sure your eyes didnt wander back to the phone now lying face down on the floor, her thigh pressed between your legs, her mouth brushing your ear.

“you like this, dont you?” she hissed “acting all innocent while I make you fall apart.” you whimpered half desperate, half defiant and tried to close your legs against the overwhelming sensation, but she pushed her knee in harder, spreading you wider.

“uh-uh” she warned, voice low and threatening “your gonna take what I give you.” you couldnt help it anymore, you reached for her, clinging to her hoodie as your moans broke free, she was ruthless, driving you higher, harder, until your body shook.

“you should been paying attention to me hours ago” she muttered “now your mine until I decide you earned me back.”

masterlist.

parings: Nika Mühl x Teammate Black! Reader

genre: Angst, Smut and Fluff

warnings: Enemies to lovers, Arguing?!, Hate sex?!, R having an attitude, Nika being cocky, Finger-Blasting?!?, Strap on

synopsis: With being the 10th pick in the WNBA draft and now your playing for the Seattle Storm. You're happy about it but theirs only one problem, Nika Mühl. A girl you've had a problem since freshman year and you're playing with her again! This won't work unless…

authors note: I had to write a enemies to lovers bc like it's just so Nika core😘. This has very little plot bc I'm so bad at it😭. Also, we aren’t going to go by the exact way the 2024 WNBA Draft went and Nikas spot is the same but we are going to pretend that Seattle was the team for number 10 and not Connecticut Suns😭 And yes part 2 of the paige fic is coming soon😜

“im more of a real bitch and my pussy wetter”—𝜗𝜚

How do I deal with rejection? I'm dealing with a lot of rejection right now.. Which it makes me feel like im not being seen.

But do you know what I do see? A woman who makes you angry and irritated every day. Uconn graduate: Nika Mühl. Ever since freshman year the both of you have never gotten along and the team obviously hated the fact it could never be peaceful because your always talking shit to each other

Now, You're forced to play with her; again! and just pisses you off. Then the media thinks that you and Nika have a lot of sexual tension and that both of you would be cute together but you disagree with that. Why would you want to be with that cocky woman.

She always has something to say every time you open your mouth. Which always leads the both of you to argue. It was just horrible but the only good thing was that both of you played nicely together when on the court.

There have been many instances on camera of you and Nika arguing, and some of the girls on the team have told you to cut it out because we would get benched.

This did happen and now you both have very little playing time since the coach caught the both of you almost yelling at each other in the locker room. Today, was team bonding so you had to hang with the team which you didn’t mind since they were pretty cool.

During your stay in Florida, the group opted for an Airbnb instead of a hotel. As a result, you ended up having to share a room with Nika for the time being. The situation wasn't unbearable, but there was noticeable tension between the two of you throughout your time together.

Standing in the closet, roaming it for some clothes but then you hear your phone ringing so you go and grab it to see who it is. It’s the gc and everyone was asking what should they wear. Someone said just to look bad as fuck since its a girls night out.

— time skip 𝜗𝜚

The whole team gathered in Miami and it was about 8 pm and you guys were at this restaurant and it was pretty nice. Y'all just chatted about god knows what but that's when you feel a hand on your thigh and you immediately look to your left and see that it's Nikas hand on your thigh. She isn't looking at you but the feeling of her hand is making you feel things.

You went back to talking to Sami and Tori. A few minutes go by and you feel Nikas hand inching higher and higher up your leg. You glance over and see that she's already looking at you.

“What are you doing?” Questioning her. “Nothing..” She says in a sweet voice. Now she's grabbing at your thigh and you're now questioning why you put on this short-ass dress tonight. She was teasing you on purpose and it was getting to your head.

Her hand is dangerously close to your cunt, it was making your head spin literally. The longer you let her have her hand there it more your breathing was unstable and your heart was beating a lot more. Nobody noticed it but Nika, not thinking that she realized your breathing changed and you played with your hair more than before.

She let go of your thigh for a little bit when the food got to the table. You were wishing that she would put her hand back on you just to feel her touch again. A lot of time went by and now you guys had the bill to pay for the food. Before all of you left everyone decided that half of the team would pinch in to pay for the restaurant bill and the other half would pay for the bar.

Leaving the restaurant and now heading to a bar that was a 10ish minute walk. Getting inside and everyone immediately got some drinks. You got a martini and now you're just talking to random people at the bar. Nika comes over puts her hands around your waist and joins the conversation.

God she was aggravating. Was there anything she wasn’t good at? She could charm people with the bat of her eyelashes. She was hot and you hated to admit it. She was perfect and that’s what you hated. You were mad that she had charmed you THAT easily.

— time skip 𝜗𝜚

The room was eerily quiet as you both got unready. Quick glances at each other, but never meeting each other's eyes.

You swallowed hard as you sat down on the couch that was in the room to take off your sneakers, “Did you really have to tease me all night?”. You had broken the silence and now there was no going back.

“What?” Nika looked up from fidgeting with her shirt buttons.

“Did you REALLY need to touch all up on me?”

“Well, I thought it was funny”

You stared at her. In shock that an hour ago you were thinking about how maybe you could get along and maybe have something more.

“You’re intolerable, you know that?” You say with a dirty look in her direction.

“Lyings not a good look on you. Your reactions told me that you were into it…”

She laughs at her comment and you roll your eyes, letting a more awkward silence fall over the room.

“I think you might like me a little bit, she jokes half to herself and half to you.

She looks over to you, lightly biting her lip a little.

“You didn't deny anything I did, that’s all I’m trying to say”

“Shut the fuck up”, you snap at her.

Nika puts her hands up defensively and resumes to unbutton her shirt. You sneak a glance at her, catching a look at her toned stomach. It made your face flush a bit before you continued working on unzipping your dress.

The zipper catches midway through your back and you groan. You tug it up and down a few more times in an attempt to free yourself. Her eyes follow the noise of the zipper and she sees you struggling. She makes her way across the room, her black dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging untucked around her body. The red lace bra she wore under it was exposed ever so slightly.

You attempted to ignore her, confining to tug on the zipper. But her exposed skin was so tempting to look at.

“Do you need some help?”

“No I don’t need your hel-“, you start to protest her intervention.

“Turn around” Nika demanded.

You shut up, listening to her and turning around. Niks sighs and gently moves your hair to one shoulder. Her fingertips are gentle on your exposed back, touching you like you’d break.

You don’t dare to look back at her or else you might do something you regret. You feel her grab the zipper as she begins to work it free.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Nika asks casually as she continues to unzip your dress. It catches you off guard. In the time you’ve known her you’ve never known her to be this blunt. Your voice catches in your throat. The big attitude you had five minutes ago slipping away quickly.

“I don’t hate you”

“Then what’s with the attitude”

You weren’t sure if you were lying or telling the truth when you say you didn’t hate her. The last few hours have been making You rethink everything.

Nika gives a yank to the zipper and it moves freely. Once she’s done you turn to meet her, still holding your dress up. She hasn’t moved, opting to stand and stare at you.

What were you going to say? You hated her? She drove you insane? You weren’t even sure anymore. You take a closer step to her,

“You make me feel frustrated. I’m not sure in what way,”

She she searches your face, saying nothing.

“I’m confused, okay? Did you get what you wanted out of me?” You’re exasperated with her lack of response.

You wait for a response from her for what feels like forever. Her brows are furrowed as she stares at you. You almost could swear that she was looking into your head. You couldn’t interpret what she was thinking. Her brown eyes are dark, consumed in contemplation. You’re about to walk away when she finally opens her mouth to say something.

“Do you want to find out exactly how I frustrate you?”

She’s close. Closer than you’ve ever been. She’s close and the air is tense, like a bomb ticking about to go off. Her eyes are on your lips, flicking between them and your eyes. She fiddles with a stray piece of hair resting over your shoulder.

“Nika what does that mea-“

She’s grabbing your face, colliding your lips in an explosion of frustrated passion.

You kiss her back hard, harder than you’ve ever kissed anyone before. A whine escapes your mouth. You’re fighting for dominance, and losing pathetically. Your arms are slung over her shoulders. Desperately clawing at her hair.

“Yes-“ you gasp for air when she pulls away, “I want to find out so fucking badly “

Atleast two years of tension had just blown up in your face. Four years of tension that you couldn’t name for the longest time, and now you could.

Nika had upset you so much because you liked her. You loved the millions of questions she’d ask. How she teased you, even if it drove you up the wall. This girl drove you insane and you loved it.

She pounces on you, shoving you up against the nearest wall. Biting at your lip, you submit to her. This was a losing game, there was no point to fighting her.

You’re panting when she pulls her mouth off of yours, dragging your bottom lip a little with her. Your unzipped dress finally gives way and falls to the floor. Nikas eyes meet yours and then look down to the black dress pooled on the floor. She moans a little, seeing you in just your bra and underwear.

She’s kissing down your neck, leaving little bite marks in her path and you’re breathless. Head spinning over the predicament at hand.

“You think I’m insufferable, but..” She trails off, planting a kiss on your collarbone. Her eyes flick up to yours, looking at you through dark lashes.

“The most insufferable thing is how insanely horny you’ve made me all night”

Your breath catches in your throat at her confession. She kisses down the valley of your breasts, her hands gripping your hips. You moan at her actions. A kiss to your ribs, to your stomach, to just above your underwear.

“Nika..”, your hands are caught in her curls.

“What Baby? No harsh comebacks now?”

The nickname slips from her mouth so effortlessly, like she had been just waiting to call you it. She was right though, you had nothing to say for once. You looked down at her, Nikas mouth mere inches from your aching cunt.

She smirks at you, hooking two fingers around the waistband of your underwear.

“Should I take these off?” She asks so innocently. She punctuates her words with a tug on the band. Her eyes burn into yours. You nod your head.

“Words please” she’s playing a game with you. Dangling your pleasure right in front of you.

You don’t want to give her the verbal satisfaction. She is still Nika Mühl after all. And she still presses all your buttons. You are not going to use your words. intertwining your fingers with her hair, you give a harsh tug to show her what you want. Nika moans.

It makes you wetter.

“Oh and I’m the one who’s a spoiled brat” she lets go of your underwear, snapping it back in place and standing at her full height.

“Nika..” you pout at her sticking your lower lip out at her. She wipes her thumb over your lip, keeping it there. She forces you to keep your eyes on her.

The way her eyes are lined with a darker brown than the rest. Her already kiss swollen lips. She’s close to you as she supports herself against the wall. You reach out, running your hand down her abs, almost letting your fingers reach the top button of her slacks. Nika grabs your hand and holds it in place.

“You knew what you were doing tonight” she smirks at you. You look at her through half lidded eyes and smile. Nika laughs a little at you. It’s crazy hot.

“Wearing that little dress” She removes your hands from her abs, holding them together in front of you, “Seems like you wore it on purpose”

She leans close to your ear and whispers in a low voice,

“I am going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk”

“In your dreams, Niks”

You had finally found your voice, her charm had worn off. She laughs again. Looking your face up and down.

You’re whining as she crashes your lips together. It’s messy. Teeth clicking here and there, Nikas hands grabbing at your ass. You’re grabbing at her back, leaving indents where your nails meet her tan skin.

“And everyone here is going to know that you let me, the girl you hate, ruin you” That ignited something in you. Your ongoing feud was no secret, and having everyone know you fucked your feelings out was a little too tempting.

She’s kissing down your neck, sucking bruises that will last longer than you want them to.

“And what if I fuck you?”, You pant, grabbing at the back of Nika’s neck.

“I’d like to see you try”

Nika grabs your ass, picking you up quickly and moving you to the bed. She’s reaching behind you to undo your bra.

“Hardly seems fair that I’m almost fully naked

And you still have your pants on”

Nika popped the back of your bra and removed it from your body swiftly. Your nipples perk up at the cold air of the bedroom.

“Is this what you want?”

Nika stares into your eyes as she undoes the top button of her pants. She steps out of them, leaving her in just the matching lace bra, underwear and and her black button up.

“Shirt off too, please” You sit up, jutting out your lower lip in a pout. She shakes her head as she reaches to take the button-up off.

“Now you have manners…but remember.. IM the spoiled brat here” she rolls her eyes and throws the bunched up black shirt at you.

You catch it and toss it off the bed, welcoming her back as she crawls her way on top of you. She kisses you again , letting her hands explore down your chest. She kneads on your boobs, grabbing fistfuls of each.

You moan into her mouth, pushing your chest into her hands more.

“Eager much?” She pulls away, letting her breathe fan across your face.

“No chance” you laugh at her, your hands grasp both sides of her face as she leans over you. She rolls her eyes at you again, letting one of her hands stroke down to your nipple. You inhale through your teeth holding back a moan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

She gives another tug, this time flicking her thumb over the bud of your nipple. She keeps her eyes locked with yours, smirking at you. She’s expecting you to show some sort of reaction.

Your chest lurches forward, seeking more friction from her calloused hands.

The damp spot in your underwear continues to grow as you rub your legs together in an effort to soothe the ache that’s ever-growing in your cunt.

She glances down at the movement and looks back to you while biting her lip.

Nika lets her hand travel from your tit, down your stomach and ending right above the elastic to your panties.

“This where you want me?” One finger slides its way under. You turn your head to the side, not wanting to confirm you want her fingers. You say nothing

She huffs and leans forward, kissing her way up your neck.

“Cmon…you know it’ll feel good”, two fingers push farther down.

You’re holding back moans. Noises only Nika has been able to elicit from you and you haven’t even fucked yet.

She’s so warm and inviting. You know it would feel so good if she just stuffed her fingers in your cunt and fucked you stupid. But you can’t let her win. She’s always winning, running circles around you.

Nika bites at your earlobe, those two fingers dangerously close to your throbbing cunt.

You whine,not being able to contain the kind anymore. The scent of her body wash looming around you, clouding your better judgement.

“Nika…” you whine her name out. Nika moans at the sound of your voice, needy and desperate.

“Yeah?” She asks, her thumb stroking gentle circles on your skin, a smile on her lips as they’re pressed to your neck.

How could the girl you had hated for so long be treating you so good right now? “Please…” you whisper out, letting your resolve break.

Those wandering fingers abruptly enter your pussy, earning a moan from your mouth.

You jolt upwards, back arching and pressing your nipples against Nikas lace covered chest. She continues to thrust her fingers in and out of you, occasionally letting her thumb brush up against your clit.

“I told you it’d feel good” she whispers into your ear. You moan at her words, she’s right. It feels fucking fantastic. She’s managing to hit all the spots that make you see stars. Your head leans back, making eye contact with the ceiling as Nika picks up her speed. She’s curling her fingers as she sucks marks down your neck, eventually leaving a few on your breasts.

“I- i hate you so.. fucking much” Letting her know you still have a attitude and it never left. “Says the one who’s practically riding my fingers”

You grab at her head, threading your fingers into her hair and pull her face into your chest. Nika gives a groan at that as she latches onto one of your nipples making you groan loudly and tug at the strands of dark hair clutched in your hand.

She continues her assistance at your core. Every press of her fingers has your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I’m gonna..”

“You’re gonna what? Cum?” Nika laughs as she pulls off of you. You nod frantically at her. She’s slamming her fingers into you at this point and you’re a moaning mess, only wanting to finish.

Nika’s moving up closer to your face. She presses her forehead against yours, your noses grazing the other.

“Cum on my fingers then”

She thrusts her fingers into your cunt, your juices leaking down her arm.

“Shit, shit Nika”, you’re grabbing at the hand that’s thrusting in and out of you, curling upwards towards her.

Her thumb brushed against your clit, a purposeful circle and you’re unraveling into her.

Her lips find yours again, silencing the pathetic moans that you’re making. Nika moans into you as you finish on her fingers, exactly how she wanted you to. She works you through your orgasm for a moment, giving a few gentle thrusts before pulling her fingers out of you.

You wince a little as her fingers exit you, not letting the grip you had on her wrist go. Nika gently removes your hand from her wrist as she sits up. She gives it a light kiss before she turns her own hand towards her mouth.

Nika locks eyes with you as she slides her tongue up her wrist, collecting your slick before inserting her fingers in her own mouth. She moans a little as she wraps her lips around her fingers, sucking your juice from her fingers for a second before releasing them with a slight ‘pop’.

You blink a couple times, panting. Nika looks at you, and smiles a bit. A cocky, all knowing smile.

“Enjoy the show?” She smirks as she leans back towards you. Her dark hair falls around your face, pieces of it tickling your cheeks.

“Nika Mühl…” Panting a little, looking up at her, “I didn’t know you were such…”, Your hands start to explore the plane of her stomach, touching the toned abs that lay there,

“…..a whore”, You smile at her. Your tone laced with malice as you spit out your last word.

Nika scoffs a bit, stopping your hand before you could get your fingers under the waistband of her underwear.

“I could say the same about you, based off the noises you were making”

“Brat”, she says, flashing a smile and laughing slightly before going to her bag and beginning to dig through it.

You sit up a little, admiring the way her red underwear fits her ass. Your mind wanders to all the times you checked it out during training. God damn Nika and her too tight tops aswell.

Nikas digging goes on for a little too long and your curiosity begins to peak.

“Is your dick in there or something?” You half joke, wanting to know what she was looking for. You laid there, completely exposed to the too cold AC of the bedroom. You already missed Nika being in bed with you.

“Yeah…Or something” Nika mumbles quietly. The sound of her zipping up her bag catches your attention.

“Nika is that a fucking strap on?”

“You never know when I have to fuck sluts like you,”

You sit up slightly, watching as Nika steps into her harness. The clear with glitter silicone dick bobs in between her legs, and you swallow slightly.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”, Nika joins you back on the bed, crawling over you.

“I know I am, and you’re obsessed with me because of it”, she kisses up your neck. Her confidence oozing out of her, you could almost swear you were breathing it in and letting it cloud your mind.

You grab her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head, pulling her mouth off your neck. Nika groans before her eyes meet yours.

“I told you I was going to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. I’m a lady of my word”

Nika teases your entrance with her strap, letting it run through your folds.

“Fuck Nika..” you half moan half whine as she positions her dick.

“God say that again” Nika moans into your ear . She begins to push her strap into you and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your throat.

You’re pulling on hair, pulling her head away from you when all Nika wants to do is mark you, claim you as hers.

“God.. Fuck Nika..” You repeat, more enthusiastically this time as Nikas strap finally enters you, fully.

She fills you to the hilt of her strap, your hips almost flush with each another. The base of her dick rubbing sweetly against her clit.

She whines a little, resting her head into the crook of your neck.

“Aw poor baby, do you want to swap?” You coo sarcastically as you rub her back, finding your way to the clasp of her bra.

Nika gives an annoyed groan, punctuated by a hard thrust into your pulsating cunt.

You yelp in surprise, popping the clasps of her bra, and watching the straps fall loose around her shoulders. Nika pulls out again and thrusts her hips once more, taking pleasure in the friction she also receives from the motion.

“Just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh?” Nika begins to take off her bra, discarding it to wherever your clothes also lay.

Your hands find her nipples, twisting and pinching them as she snaps her hips into you.

You lean up, swallowing the beautiful whines she’s giving to you as you play with her tits with your mouth.

She kisses you back, letting herself submit to your suddenly surge of dominance.

“So fucking hot..” you mutter as you pull away, letting your eyes drift to Nikas lust blown pupils, down to where her dick was splitting you in two.

“Could say the same about you” Nika watches your tits bounce with each thrust she gives. Her eyes follow the shiny jewelry between your tits.

You’re moaning as you grasp at her back, letting your dominant facade fall and letting Nika have full power once again.

Her hips are slamming into yours, practically humping you like a dog in heat. Your legs wrap around her hips, attempting to put you two closer than you already were.

Nikas whining, actually whining. You can see sweat drip down the side of her face, baby hairs sticking to her forehead.

You’re in no better shape. Your back arched up, legs locked around Nikas waist, sweat travelling down your back and into your asscrack.

“I’m gonna fucking-“ You moan, your sentence not even getting finished as Nika reaches down to rub your clit while continuing her ministrations with her hips.

“Me too…oh my god me too” Nika’s going hard now, chasing her own high. Her thrusts are spastic and uncalculated.

The floodgates open in a minute, and you’re gushing all over Nikas cock, and hand once again. A whining, moaning, drooling mess.

She works you through your high, only taking a few more pumps until she’s also finishing. Nika gives a few weak pumps, almost pushing you towards overstimulation before she falls on top of you, leaving her strap on inside.

She gives you a few weak kisses on your chest as you run your fingers through her hair.

Nika reached down to remove her strap, making you suck in a breath of air as you an adjust to the feeling.

Once the harness and silicone dick had been removed, she sighs, content as she sinks her face into your chest, fingers rubbing small circles in your stomach.

“I still don’t like you, you know that, right?”, you break the silence first, still playing with Nikas dark curls.

“Mhm, and I hate you” Nika smiles lazily up at you.

What are you going to tell the rest girls tomorrow morning..

❛ word count: 1636

❛ warnings — smut, fingering (m!receiving), making out, idk other stuff that you’d usually see in smut fics

❛ bottom!morgan x reader

❛ authors note — this is my first time witting smut and i hate it so….enjoy 😀 also we need more mo cheli fics 😩

We hadn’t done anything in a week — perhaps even longer, seeing as how both me and Morgan have been busy; her with basketball and finals; and me with finals and my job. But here she was — flirting with someone else, well she's talking to a fan which is fine but come on? The excessive touching, holding her arm, biting her lip?

The act made you cringe – jealousy boiling inside of you, that should be me — she's mine. Blind by your rage you hadn’t noticed that morgan had made her way towards you until you hear

“Hi baby, did you enjoy the game?” is the first thing she says, her eyes sparkling as her breath — shallow and breathy begins returning to its usual state.

“Yeah I did, you did good today.” was all you said in response, your annoyance seeping through your fake smile lying on your face.

Morgan chuckles slightly, grabbing on your arm – pulling you up from your seat. As you guys are walking morgan continues —

“Geno wants me for a conference today so you’ll have to stay a little late today, okay?” not even bothering to answer her you simply hum, ending the conversation there – morgan must know she’s fucked up cause she keeps sneaking glances at you as you walk her to the conference room.

Stopping at the entrance, Morgan lets go of your arm and leans to give you a kiss on the cheek “wish me luck!” she says before stepping away and walking towards Paige and Sarah who were doing the conference alongside her – and walking into the room.

Obviously Morgan wasn’t too worried about how you’d felt just before the conference, because she had spent the entire time giggling, biting and licking her lips at the younger female and male reporters in the room. Answering the questions with flirtatious word choices and using those beautiful brown eyes to her advantage – even making the reporters melt and hot. She knew what she was doing, teasing me, and this wasn’t the first time she’d done it.

Throughout the week I'd been busy, but that didn't stop her from making attempts towards me, in private and in public – and even going as far as trying to make me jealous with her teammates. She was a brat and I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to teach her a lesson.

As soon as she’d finished her interview and walked into my view I grabbed her arm, pulling her towards me as I walked in the direction of the nearest private bathroom. Getting to the bathroom I yanked the door open – pushing her inside before turning around to lock the door.

Her eyes find and follow mine as I turn around to face her – her gaze drops to my lips as she bites her lips, breathing ragged and uneven.

Moving in, I pull her in by the back of her neck, closing the distance between us. Our bodies merge together as we devour each other's lips. Pulling away – my mouth opens slightly

“You’ve been bad mo.” you say, morgan in response attempts to close the gap between us again – letting out huff when I hold her back, stopping her attempt.

“fuck im sorry baby I- I was just..I dont know, please” she pleaded trying to close the gap once again – my hand on her throat stopping her again, the whimper she let out dying on her throat

“You need to learn how to Behave.” you say, slowly leaning it, her breathing heavy – your nose brushing on her neck as you slowly start kissing at her neck, careful not to leave hickeys on her neck seeing as how you guys were still in public. Her breath shaky – panting as you slightly begin mouthing at her neck, your hands finding their way downwards as you untuck her jersey from her shorts – slipping your hands on the material.

You push forward – her back finding the door to the bathroom stall, as her low moans echo throughout the bathroom

“take it off,” you whisper into her ear, signaling to her jersey before backing up to give her the space to do so. She moves forward a bit and then frantically grabs the bottom of her shirt and takes off her shirt – her medium grey sports bra laying underneath “the bra too baby.” you say – breathe heavy as your low, airy voice bounces off the walls of the room – she drops her shirt on the floor before taking her sports bra too and pulling it off, her hair getting even more messy as it slides off her head.

She waits. Standing there as her knees slightly shake and her face flushes harsher. You use two fingers to signal her towards you — her following in response. One of your arms wrapping her waist as her other one settles on her neck, caressing the skin. Looking at her she’s disheveled – lost — already gone in such little time, just waiting for her next demand.

Leaning in again; she moves fast, her lips desperate to meet yours. As the kiss deepens, your hands shift — the one that was lying on her neck moving to her front. Your hand palming her tits — squeezing slightly causing Morgan to gasp into the kiss and tighten her grip on your shirt.

Pulling away – the hand that you have on her waist starts to drift lower, slipping into her shorts and past the band of her underwear — brushing against her, your hand palmed at her tits again.

“Fuck” Morgan says as she tilts her head back, her lips parted and eyes shut tight.

Your fingers begin to move lower, touching — teasing her folds in the process, watching as your finger begin to be covered in her slick.

“baby plea –– fuck!” she shouts, her mouth dropping open as one of your fingers sinks in. Morgan wraps her arms once again around your neck, pulling you even closer to her — the movement causing your fingers to go deeper.

Morgan begins to moan out louder as you slowly start to move your fingers, curling up slightly when you go deeper

“fuck baby don’t stop—” a whimper breaking through — her legs growing weaker.

You stop your movements, slowing slipping out of her

“wait no —” Morgan panics

“it’s okay, just turn around from me, face the mirror mo” you shush her, nodding in her direction

She turns around, facing the mirror. Her eyes meet yours and you both smile in sync,

“take your shorts off” you say, she begins pulling her shorts off but then you add onto your demand “underwear too”, still holding eye contact with the girl.

Morgan reaches her hands so that they can grip onto her shorts and underwear before sliding them down — leaving her fully bare — completely out in the open, allowing you easier access.

You wrap your arms around her again, starting at the top, groping and palming at her tits causing the girl to moan out, then you move lower and lower before you reach your target

Morgan gasps under her breathe as you bring your hands lower, finally touching her folds ( or should I say clit idk) again, her head begins to lean back on your shoulder but you stop her, bringing her head back up,

“Keep staring into the mirror baby, come on” you say — Morgan nodding in agreement, just hoping that you’d stop teasing her and get over with it

her body is shrinking — she’s overwhelmed by the pleasure she’s feeling, the feeling of your hand rubbing her clit, that feeling increasing by 100 when you finally sink into her again, she’s tight — pulling your hand into her and she bites her lips in an attempt to be quieter.

“please move, god please baby” she whines out, desperate for anything — as you begin to move, her moans begin to echo throughout.

You’re practically moaning in her ear, although you couldn’t feel it yourself, the feeling of her squeezing around you — pulling you in, was more than enough. Her back pressing against your front was more than enough, her moving back against your fingers — basically grinding against you.

The bathroom was quiet, no words were being said. All that can be heard was squelching, whimpers and heavy breathing, until —

“shit, i’m so close” Morgan’s voice breaks through the noise as she looks at you through the mirror

“yeah? you gonna come for me baby?” your face in her neck –– returning her gaze, quickening your place, your fingers pistoning in her.

she nods “yeah, I’m gonna come for you” you add a second finger — moving your thumb to her clit, making a circular movement.

“then do it. come for me morgan” you whisper in her ear, sending her over the edge — she lets out a strangled noise, her knees buckling, your arm around her waist being the only thing keeping her from falling.

Nobody talks for the first few seconds, the only noise being the sound of you pulling out from her and both of your ragged breaths.

“Jesus christ, maybe i need to flirt with other people more often” is the first thing morgan says, forcing a laugh from you

“Absolutely not, don’t ever do that again.” you reply– smirking, still meeting her gaze in the now foggy mirror. For awhile you guys completely forget where y’all are, heads turned to kiss each other. That’s until morgan breaks away and says

“shit, how long have we been here? fuckk we need to leave, i'm gonna be in so much shit next practice” she panics, pushing you away to pick up her clothes that've been discarded on the floor earlier.

wildest dreams - paige bueckers x reader

୨୧ warnings : sexual content

୨୧ word count : 2.4k

୨୧ authors note : hi guysssss, that photo of p on the middle was taken today and it had me thinking…

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“Chen to Bueckers, aaaaaand, it’s good!” Time froze, your hands dropped to your sides as you watched your defender walk head down to the opposing side. Everything you and the team had been working so hard for the past season, had come to a close. “The Uconn Huskies are your 2025 NCAA national champions! Bueckers will end her collegiate career with a title under her belt!” Echoed from the commentators table, “What a season from Bueckers, am I right? Amazing to witness history in real time, this team has worked through so much. I know Bueckers will be greatly missed at Uconn.” Tears started to well in your eyes as you crossed the court, putting one foot in front of the other mindlessly, the floor slightly slippery as you crashed into Paige. Throwing your arms around her. A sense of pride filled you as you laughed into her shoulder, whispering, “You really did it baby, everything you worked so hard for, those nights you prayed that God would guide our team in the right direction, those early mornings we got up to train, it all paid off.”

(Yess tysm for the requestt! I have had some ideas for this.) !! posting a request a day as i am entering finals week soon 😭😭 (pray for me last one) !!

A Hint of Jealousy

Morgan cheli x Reader

Summary: Morgan sees you model with another guy closely on your instagram and ends up jealous, taking it out on you in a way you have never seen her do before.

Summary: Smut w/ plot! Scroll if you don’t like that!

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚

‣ paige bueckers x gf reader!

‣ wc: 2k of smut 😛

‣‣ synopsis: waking up in the morning horny and ur girlfriend is right there tbh (ending is kinda rushed and the fic is not yet edited so please bear with me)

‣‣‣ a/n: hey guys... i know i completely ghosted this app for a good while but thank you for all the support even while i was MIA. this idea came to me at 11pm on vacation and i figured i should grind it out and make a return. i have a lot of drafts and ideas i came up with but no idea if i'll be able to write them all. in the meantime enjoy and happy holidays!

azzi fudd x fem!reader

nsfw // no use of y/n (ur welcome), bratty!switch!azzi, switch!reader, use of an aphrodisiac, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, oral, mirror sex, mommy kink, squirting, dirty talk.

꣑୧ summary— Your girlfriends Paige and Azzi get jealous when your hanging out with the team, because KK has a little crush on you so they have to show you who you belong too

warnings: pussy eating, threesome, edging, use of strap on, mommy kink, belly bulge

Sitting on the couch next to one of your girlfriend’s teammates, KK you and her are watching TikTok’s together on her phone. While she tries to sneakily wrap her arm around you, pretending to sneeze she wraps her arm around your shoulders while Paige sucks her teeth her hand squeezing Azzi’s so tight the girl thought it was about to fall off, but she couldn’t focus on that only on how their teammate was touching you.

Looking back at your girlfriends you already know you’re going to be in for it, with the look on their faces.

KK looks over at you and smiles “Your so pretty it’s really unreal” she compliments you. Letting out an uncomfortable laugh you thank you, it wasn’t that KK made you uncomfortable it was the how you could feel the stare of your girlfriends on the side of your head.

Before KK can talk again Azzi stands up “I’m really tired so maybe it’s time for everyone to go” she says ushering the girls out of her apartment. KK groans and gets up and the three of you say goodbye to everybody, a certain teammate named Kamorea gives you a hug for a little too long to Paige and Azzi’s liking. Laughing Paige pulls KK off of you and pushes her out the door lightly “BYE SEE YALL AT PRACTICE SAFTEY” she yells before closing the door.

You stare up at the two of them your eyes wide “Go to the room and get on the bed naked” Paige commands not even looking at you. Your eyes fall to Azzi who nods and motions to the bedroom.

Walking into the bedroom you strip off your clothes and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for them. As they walk in you look up at Paige and she stands between your legs her hand on your jaw “Now answer me baby why did you let KK talk to you and touch you like that?” she asks a bit to calmly so you know something is up with her.

“Uhm I didn’t do anything back and I want your teammates to like me” You respond staring up at her as her hand squeezes your jaw.

Paige rolls her eyes walking away from you “Like you a bit too much” she says under her breath. Azzi walks over to you pushing you down on the bed her clothes long gone.

Getting on top of you the girl looks down at you “Who do you belong to sweet girl?” Azzi asks you her hand coming to hold the side of your cheek.

“You and Paige, always” You mumble turning your head seeing Paige walk in a familiar strap around her waist. Azzi climbs off of you and sits down on the bed smirking as Paige flips you onto your stomach.

Paige’s hands hold both your hips “Your our girl not KK’s or anyone else’s, only ours” she says before pushing the strap into you without warning.

You gasp at the stretch your hands coming to hold onto the pillow, Azzi moves to sit in front of you, her thighs around your head. She pouts looking down at you as Paige thrusts into you, fast without faltering “Come on baby eat your mommy’s pussy” she tells you her hand holding onto the back of your head, pushing you into her.

Before you can even respond your head is being shoved into her cunt, the words you were going to say muffled by her body. Paige laughs at you as your hands fly to Azzi’s thighs trying to ground yourself. The blonde reaches down and grabs both your hands holding them behind your back “Nuh uh bad girls don’t get to touch” she says pushing her weight onto your hands that she was holding on your back to make you fall flat on your stomach as she starts to push herself deeper inside you.

The deeper she pushed the strap into you, the closer she got to Azzi, she brings the curly haired girl into a kiss as she moans. Your tongue circles her clit as you feel Paige still inside you right when you were about to cum. Opening your eyes you look up seeing the two causing your body to get hot. There was nothing hotter than your two strong girlfriends making out, fighting for dominance.

Pulling away from the kiss Paige looks down at your cooing “Aww poor baby feeling left out huh” she says and Azzi’s hand in your hair pulls your head back so you can answer.

“Yes Paige” You mumble the strap still inside you stretching you out as she stays still inside you. Sucking her teeth she leans back still holding your hands behind your back “Now your gonna eat your mommy’s pussy till she cums like a good girl then I’ll let you cum” she tells you before pushing you back down on the mattress.

Your tongue licks through her folds, as her hands fly back to your hair. You start to suck on her clit “Good girl baby keep going” Azzi praises you her hands squeezing your hair. You feel Paige behind you one of her hands rubbing circles on your hip, not moving the strap inside you even though you needed to cum more than anything.

Continuing to please the girl you feel her thighs start to squeeze around you, a sign she was about to cum. So you suck on her clit harder until she’s cumming on your face. Her thighs falls slack no each side of you as she breathes heavily petting your hair back “Good job baby— made me feel so good” she tells you bringing your head up to look at her, you smile.

For a moment you forgot about Paige behind you until you feel her pull herself out of you, then flipping you onto your back. Your head lands on Azzi’s abs as Paige smirks down at you “Your mine baby mine and Azzi’s forever” she says looking down at you.

She runs the strap through your folds teases you before plunging herself back into you, her hips snapping back and forth as she fucks you. Immediately you feel your stomach tighten and a band start to form from before “Fu-fuck Paige” you moan your head falling back. Azzi’s hand comes to hold your neck, rubbing the side of it keeping you in place.

Paige’s strap hits that sweet spot inside of you, that makes your stomach tighten. Feeling your thighs start to shake Paige’s hand pushes down on the bulge in your stomach “See how deep inside you I am princess” she says bringing your hand to the bulge making you feel it.

Your walls tighten around her strap as you feel how deep she really is. She speeds up her thrusts her hips hitting yours as she pushes into you “Come on baby cum for me” Paige says watching as your jaw falls slack as you cum all over her strap, the band in your stomach breaking.

Paige pulls out of you slowly before standing up and taking the strap off, putting it on the floor. She climbs back into bed with you and Azzi and your body lays limp after you cum.

Azzi pulls you up so your back is against her chest her big hand rubs your stomach “You feeling okay baby?” she asks you her voice a whisper.

You nod “Yeah I like when yall are jealous the sex is good” you joke breathlessly, still trying to catch your breath after you came.

The blonde grabs your chin and makes you look at her “Don’t get any ideas next time we won’t be so nice” she reprimands you.

Kissing your cheek Azzi looks over at Paige interlocking her fingers with the blondes “Now which one of us is talking to KK?” the curly haired girl asks her thumb rubbing your stomach.

synopsis: You accidentally walk in on two of your best friends, who are in a relationship fucking. But what happens when they want you to join them?

warnings:

Tonight you were coming over to Paige and Azzi’s apartment to watch some movies with them, since they invited you earlier. The three of you were very close with one another, especially since Paige and Azzi were dating. Over time you grew to have feelings for both of the girls, but you never acted on them since you didn’t want to hurt their relationship or ruin your friendship.

Knocking on the door to their apartment no one answers so you open it and walk in. They usually let you just walk into their place, Azzi even gave you keys but you didn’t use them much. Looking around the place you don’t spot either of the girls so you go to their room and without thinking you open the door.

There they were Paige on top of Azzi kissing her as her fingers were buried deep inside the girl, most of their clothes off. You freeze unmoving as you watch them in shock, you don’t know whether you were turned on or disgusted in yourself for watching them. Turning around you go to close the door before you hear Paige behind you.

“Where you going baby? Thought you wanted to watch” The blonde says moving off of Azzi, sticking her two fingers in her mouth sucking the girls juices off of them.

You turn around in shock “Uhm- sorry I didn’t- sorry” you stutter looking at the two of them your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

Azzi groans “You didn’t let me finish” she says towards Paige who took her fingers out of the girl before she could cum.

The blonde shrugs“Don’t blame me, we were interrupted” she says before looking back at you in the door.

You fiddle with your hands “I’ll-uh I’ll go so-sorry” you stutter turning around to leave before Paige gets up coming up behind you. Her arms wrap around your waist picking you up, she throws you down next to Azzi on the bed.

“No baby you don’t get to leave you gotta finish Azzi off, she deserves that after you interrupted us” Paige says her hand rubbing your thigh.

Looking back and forth between the two in shock you furrow your brows “Wait what?” you ask confused.

Azzi laughs “Poor baby can’t even understand” she mocks you pouting. Paige smirks and moves her hand up your thigh to the hem of your shorts, she loops her fingers in them.

“I need you to say you want this because we won’t do anything unless you want it” Paige tells you sincerely, Azzi’s hand comes and rubs your back waiting for your response.

Since you met the two of them you wanted them, you never thought in a million years that they would want you back. You nod your head swallowing “Yes I want this but I don’t think I could take it if it’s only a one night stand” you admit.

The blonde scoffs “Come on you can’t tell me you didn’t know we had feelings for you” she mumbles to you.

Shrugging your shoulders you bite back a smile “I mean I liked you both but I thought was delusional” you mumble back before Azzi pushes you down on your back and kisses you.

Her lips mesh with yours as she takes control of the kiss, her hand holding your neck lightly to keep you in place.

Pulling away from the kiss she smiles “Now you gonna make me cum or not baby?” she asks.

You nod your head enthusiastically as Paige starts to strip you of your clothes “Let’s get this off” she mumbles. Once your clothes are gone and you left in just a pair of black lacey panties in front of the two “Fuck you’re so beautiful” Paige tells you kissing your shoulder as she sits behind you.

You blush staring down at Azzi as Paige moves your body like a doll to lay down in front of her girlfriend. Moving your head closer to Azzi you turn your head to look at Paige but before you can her hand grasps the back of your head and shoves you down into Azzi.

Paige’s hand controls your movements as you lick and suck at Azzi’s clit. The girl moans her abs flexing as waves a pleasure wash over her. Her thighs wrap around your head as you push your tongue inside of her. Her legs start to shake, since she was denied her orgasm by Paige she was about to cum faster than before.

Azzi moans “Fuck-fuck baby” she gasps feeling her stomach tighten, you go back to sucking on her clit, moving back and forth between her clit and her hole. Paige watches as her girlfriend crumples “I’m gonna cum” Azzi moans out before letting go, coating your face in her cum.

Finally letting go of your head Paige smirks kissing Azzi as you sit up wiping your mouth. Paige turns around and kisses you two, her hand coming to the back of your head once more pulling you into her.

She’s pushes you down on your back and climbs on top of you, she pulls away from the kiss and breathes heavily on top of you. Azzi’s hand comes to rubs down your chest “You did so good for me baby, think you deserve a reward huh” Azzi tells you finger ghosting over your nipple causing it to harder under her touch.

Paige slowly pulls your panties down throwing them somewhere in their room. Both her strong hands push open your thighs “Hmm you want me to touch you princess?” Paige asks you moving up your body to kiss you once more, her hands still on your thighs.

“Please Paige please” You beg her after pulling away from the kiss. She moves one of her hands to rub through your folds “Fuck your so wet, come feel her Az” she says rubbing your slick.

Said girl moves her hands down from your chest to your pussy, she follows Paige’s fingers and collects your slick on her fingers “Damn eating me out made you that wet baby” she teases you before bringing her finger to her mouth.

Paige slowly pushes two of her fingers into you, stretching you out “Your so tight” she groans pushing them all the way into you.

Your gummy walls suck her in as she starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you, going deep inside you. Her long fingers hit that spot inside you that make you see stars, you moan when her finger curl inside you.

Azzi moves her head down and starts to kiss down your neck, leaving wet kisses. Her mouth travels down to your chest and she starts sucking on your boobs. Paige starts thrusting her fingers faster inside you.

A loud whine leaves your lips when Azzi’s mouth wraps around you nipple. Paige smirks and shoves her fingers deeper inside you hitting your g spot.

“F-fuck I’m close— please, please” You beg out of breath, breathing heavily your mind filling the room.

Your gummy walls start to tighten around her fingers, your voice cracking “P-please” you beg her once again, your mind not even comprehending your words.

A smirk comes onto Paige’s face “Come on princess cum for me” she tells your moving her head down to suck on your clit. Azzi moves away from your chests and comes to kiss you.

Her lips swallow your moans as your head falls back against the pillow. Azzi pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing down your neck leaving hot kisses all over.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you come undone on Paige’s fingers. Her fingers slow down inside you, fucking you through your high. She pulls away from your clit and moves up your body kissing you as she pulls her fingers completely out of you.

“That-that was amazing” You mumble breathlessly lying down against the mattress between the two girls.

Azzi’s hand comes to cradle your cheek, caressing the soft skin “You have no idea how long we wanted that baby” she says.

You nod your head “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you both” you counter her words a smile planted on your face.

Paige smiles leaning over your shoulder “Oh we knew you were so obvious, your blushing, the way you spoke to us, how looked up at us with your fuck me eyes. Trust me baby we knew” she tells you kissing under your ear before biting down slightly.

Your hands come to cover your face, embarrassed. Azzi pulls your hands away “Don’t be embarrassed baby it was cute” she comforts you.

GHOSTFACE ━━ paige bueckers x reader

☆ ━ summary: after a kill, paige decides she needs to fuck you senseless.

☆ ━ word count: 8.3K

☆ ━ warnings: sexual content (absolute pure filth, dom!paige, kinda bratty!reader, choking, blood kink, knifeplay, oral, fingering), oh yeah also murder

☆ ━ links: my masterlist

☆ ━ author’s note: my halloween treat for you 🍬😜 on a serious note tho this is actually the freakiest nastiest shit i’ve ever written idk wtf i was on

THE CAR idles in the dark, the soft hum of the engine barely cutting through the late-night quiet of Storrs. You sit in the driver’s seat, the burner phone in your lap, your fingers drumming against the wheel as you steal a glance at the clock. It’s past midnight, the world outside wrapped in a blanket of stillness, but your heart is anything but calm. The recent killings on campus have the entire student body on edge, but no one would ever guess that the two of you—the school’s sweetheart basketball star and her quiet, unsuspecting girlfriend—are the ones behind it all.

Tonight, though, has a different kind of energy. It’s not just about the kill. It’s about what came before. Paige is sitting next to you in the passenger seat, her Ghostface costume on, the long black cloak pooling around her legs. Her game-day braids are still tied back into a ponytail, her skin still glowing with the leftover adrenaline from the UConn game earlier tonight. She’d killed it on the court—led the team to another win, the crowd chanting her name as she drained shot after shot.

Now, she’s about to kill in a very different way.

You feel a surge of excitement just thinking about it—about how she can seamlessly transition from the basketball star everyone worships to this… to your partner in something darker, something the two of you have created and mastered together. You’ve always been the one with the words, the voice on the phone that lures them in, taunting them, teasing them, until Paige steps in and finishes the job. She’s the executioner, but you set the stage.

“Still riding that high, huh?” you tease, your voice soft but playful as you glance over at her. You can see it in the way her leg bounces slightly, the leftover buzz of the game still coursing through her.

Paige turns to you, a smirk playing on her lips. “Can’t help it. We crushed ‘em tonight.” She adjusts the mask in her lap, her eyes flickering with excitement that’s just as much about what’s to come as it is about the win she’s still basking in. “You saw that last block, right? Perfect.”

You chuckle, nodding. “Yeah, it was good.”

She grins, her confidence practically radiating off her. It’s the same look she wears after every game—this electric mix of pride and hunger for more. But tonight, there’s a sharper edge to it, a different kind of hunger simmering beneath the surface. One that only you know about.

Paige leans over suddenly, her hand grabbing your jaw, pulling you into her, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s rough, heated. You kiss her back, matching her intensity, the burner phone nearly slipping from your lap as your hand grips the back of her neck. The adrenaline from the night, from her win, from the secret you both share—it all mixes into a heady, intoxicating rush.

She pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, her voice low and teasing. “Wish me luck, baby.”

Her smirk is wicked as she slips the Ghostface mask over her head, the familiar face now staring back at you. It’s eerie, unnerving—everything it’s supposed to be—but you know who’s behind it. Paige.

The sound of the car door opening is the only thing that breaks the silence as Paige steps out, her black cloak trailing behind her as she disappears into the night.

You wait a few moments, scrolling through your phone before deciding to get out. The door slams shut behind you with a sharp, metallic thud that echoes through the quiet night. The cold Connecticut wind bites at your face as you step away from the car, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. It’s freezing tonight, the kind of chill that seeps into your bones and lingers, but the thrill, the adrenaline of what’s about to happen, keeps you warm enough.

You shove your hands into your pockets, walking slowly toward the edge of the building. The apartment complex looms ahead, its brick exterior cold and silent, with only a few lights flickering from various windows. Your breath fogs up in the night air as you circle around, your shoes scraping against the asphalt, the distant sounds of traffic muffled by the wind.

You reach the back of the building, your body finding refuge against the brick wall. The rough texture scratches through your jacket as you lean against it, glancing around to make sure no one’s nearby. You’re careful, always careful. This isn’t your first time doing this, after all.

Paige is inside, probably already climbing the stairs, making her way to the bartender’s apartment. You can imagine her slipping through the shadows, as quiet and deadly as she is on the court, that same fierce determination in her eyes.

You pull a cigarette from your pocket, slipping it between your lips before lighting it, the flame briefly illuminating your face before you inhale deeply. The smoke curls in the cold air, the familiar burn in your lungs settling you, grounding you. This part of the night is always the same—the waiting. But it’s also the part you’ve come to appreciate. The anticipation, the patience it takes. You wait for Paige’s text, the one that’ll let you know she’s in position, ready for you to make the call.

The call that’ll lure tonight’s target straight into her arms.

The bartender. You think back to that night, just a few days ago, when you and Paige were out with her team. It was supposed to be a fun night, just you, Paige, and the rest of the girls, celebrating another win. Paige had been in her usual form—confident, charismatic, drawing everyone’s attention like she always does. But then she came into the picture. The fucking bartender.

The girl had been pouring drinks all night, flirting shamelessly with Paige, making little comments, smiling at her in a way that made your blood boil. Paige had stayed cool, giving her those polite but dismissive smiles, her arm draped around your waist as if to make it clear. But the bartender either didn’t care or didn’t notice, and it had pissed you off. You could tell Paige had noticed too, the way she tightened her grip on you, the way her eyes flicked to yours whenever the girl leaned in too close.

And, later that night, after a few drinks, the two of you had ended up in the bathroom, making out against the sink. Paige had been rougher than usual, her hands gripping your hips, her lips almost bruising yours, and in the heat of it, she’d pulled back, breathless, and whispered, “You wanna kill her?”

You hadn’t hesitated. Of course you wanted to kill her.

So, tonight, here you are. The plan is simple—Paige gets in, finds her, and you make the call. Then, Paige does what she does best. Only tonight, there’s something different. Paige had promised that you’d get the final stab. The last touch, the one that seals the deal, making it yours too.

You take another drag from the cigarette, exhaling slowly, your eyes scanning the street. Everything is still, nothing but the occasional flicker of movement behind closed windows. The night is quiet, like it’s holding its breath, waiting for what’s about to unfold.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you feel a thrill shoot up your spine. You pull it out and glance at the screen.

It’s Paige.

One word: Ready.

Your heart skips a beat, the cigarette forgotten as you flick it away, crushing it under your heel. Showtime. You slide the phone back into your hand, dialing the bartender’s number. It rings once, twice, before the click of the line picking up fills your ear. For a moment, all you can hear is the faint sound of background noise—some low music, maybe the TV—and then her voice comes through, light and unexpectedly cheery for how late it is.

“Hello?” The bartender’s tone is casual, friendly, like she’s used to people calling her at odd hours. It’s clear she’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary.

You suppress a grin, knowing exactly where this is headed. You always start the same way—light, teasing, pretending to be someone she might actually want to talk to. And as always, you speak through the voice changer, your voice distorted into something deeper, something unrecognizable.

“Hey,” you say, the voice changer making you sound almost playful. “You still up?”

There’s a pause on the other end, like she’s trying to place your voice. “Uh, yeah, I guess. Who’s this?”

You lean back against the wall, settling into your role. “Just someone who noticed you the other night. Thought I’d give you a call. You just started bartending, right? At Ted’s?”

Another pause, and you can almost hear the gears turning in her head. “Oh,” she says after a moment, her tone picking up with a hint of amusement. “Yeah, that’s me. How’d you get my number?”

You chuckle, low and smooth, keeping your tone flirtatious. “Got my ways.”

She laughs softly, clearly entertained. “Well, I guess you’re resourceful, huh? What’s your name?”

You sidestep the question, keeping her engaged, knowing that she’ll follow along if you give her just enough. “What’s yours?” you ask instead, turning it around on her.

She laughs again, a little softer this time, and you can picture her sitting up, maybe twirling her hair or playing with her phone. “Kelsey,” she offers.

“Kelsey,” you repeat, letting her name roll off your tongue, the voice changer making it sound almost sinister, but not enough for her to notice—yet. “Pretty name. You’re pretty good at pouring drinks too.”

She snorts. “Well, thanks. I do my best. You one of my regulars or something?”

You let the silence hang for a beat, then reply, “You could say that. I saw you with your hands all over that blonde girl the other night. What was her name? Paige?”

There’s a shift in her tone now, a slight hesitation. “Oh… yeah, I remember her,” she says, her voice a bit more careful, like she’s suddenly unsure of where this conversation is going. “You friends with her or something?”

You can feel her starting to get a little uneasy, and it makes you smile, the thrill of it building in your chest. You lean forward slightly, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

“Something like that,” you say, your voice low now, more serious. “You were really bold, flirting with her like that, Kelsey. I gotta say, I don’t think she appreciated it. And I definitely didn’t.”

There’s a beat of silence. A longer one this time. And when she speaks again, there’s a trace of nervous laughter in her voice. “Okay, uh… who the hell is this?”

You can hear her trying to play it off, but there’s a flicker of panic underneath. She’s starting to realize this isn’t a joke. This isn’t some casual late-night flirtation.

“You don’t remember me?” you ask, sounding almost innocent. “I was there that whole night.”

Her breath catches, and then she laughs again, this time more forced, trying to regain control. “Alright, this is getting weird,” she says. “I’m gonna hang up now—”

“Don’t.” Your voice cuts through sharply, commanding, and you hear the soft gasp she makes on the other end. “Don’t you fucking dare hang up.”

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of her breathing, shaky now, uneven. You can almost see her, sitting in her apartment, probably looking around, trying to figure out if this is a prank, if someone’s watching her. You know the thoughts running through her head. You’ve seen it all before.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what you want, but—”

“I want you to stay on the phone,” you interrupt, your voice laced with cold amusement. “You’ve been real fun to talk to so far, Kelsey. Don’t ruin it now.”

You hear her exhale sharply, the panic setting in for real now. “This isn’t funny, okay? Just—just leave me alone, or I’m calling the cops.”

“Go ahead,” you say casually, starting to grin. “Call them. Tell them someone’s watching you.”

Her breath hitches again, and you can hear the unmistakable tremor in her voice. “Watching me? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Your smile widens. “Sweetheart,” you say softly, almost kindly, “I can see you.”

A small, broken gasp escapes her, and you hear her scramble, probably getting off the couch, rushing to lock her door or check her windows. The desperation in her voice is thick now. “Where are you? Where the fuck are you?”

You pause for just a second, letting the tension build, before finally answering, “Right behind you.”

There’s a crash on the other end of the line, followed immediately by a scream that’s cut short. You hear the sound of a body hitting the floor, the unmistakable sound of the phone dropping, and then—

The pleading starts.

“Please, no—no—” Kelsey’s voice is choked, panicked, and you can hear her gasping for air, her words coming out in sobs now. You can picture it perfectly—Paige towering over her, the blade glinting in the dim light of the apartment. The sound of a struggle follows, Kelsey’s voice growing more desperate, more terrified. “Please! I—”

And then the first stab.

It’s a wet, sickening sound, the blade sinking into flesh. Kelsey’s scream is sharp, but it quickly turns into a gargle as blood fills her throat. You hear her choking, trying to speak, to beg. There’s more stabbing, more squelching, before it stops, and all you can hear are weak, broken sobs.

For a few more seconds, there’s nothing but shuffling, the sound of Paige moving around, and then—quiet.

You wait, holding your breath, the anticipation still thrumming through you, until finally, you hear her voice. Paige’s voice, smooth, confident, and a little out of breath.

“Baby,” she says, and you can practically hear her smile through the phone, “you can come on up here now. She’s ready for you.”

You hang up before beginning to walk, keeping your pace quick as you stride into the apartment building. You’re trying to be fast—you don’t want her to fucking bleed out and die before you can finish her off.

The elevator ride up to her floor feels agonizingly slow, your foot tapping impatiently against the metal floor. When you finally reach her door, you stop for a second, taking a breath, checking the number to make sure it’s the right one. Your fist raises, knocking once—sharp and deliberate.

The door swings open almost immediately, and there she is—Paige, standing in the doorway, her figure backlit by the dim apartment lights. She’s still wearing the Ghostface costume, though the mask dangles casually from her hand now. Her braids, still in that game-day ponytail, are a little mussed, strands sticking out here and there, but it only adds to the chaotic allure of her right now. There’s blood splattered across her face, stark against her skin, and across her clothes too. She hasn’t even bothered to clean it up yet, and God, you can’t help but think she looks so fucking hot.

Her eyes are gleaming, and there’s that familiar smirk on her lips, a wild energy simmering underneath her calm exterior. She steps aside, motioning you inside with an almost nonchalant flick of her hand, like she’s inviting you into some casual dinner party, not a murder scene.

“Come on in,” Paige murmurs, her voice low, still tinged with excitement.

You step inside, your shoes making soft thuds against the hardwood floor. As you move past her, you catch the faintest whiff of blood—coppery, metallic—and it sends a rush through you, like a shot of adrenaline straight to your veins. Paige closes the door behind you, and you take in the scene in front of you.

Kelsey is on the floor, twitching in agony, her body twisted at an unnatural angle. She’s choking on her own blood, gasping and gargling as it pools in her mouth, her eyes wide with terror and pain. It’s clear she’s still alive, but just barely. Paige has done her job, but she’s left enough for you to finish.

Paige steps up behind you, her breath warm against your neck as she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear. “She’s all yours,” she whispers, pressing the bloody knife into your hand. The blade is still warm, slick with Kelsey’s blood, and the weight of it in your hand sends a thrill through you.

You take the knife, your fingers tightening around the hilt as you approach Kelsey’s broken, twitching form. Her eyes, glazed over with fear and pain, manage to lock onto yours as you kneel beside her. The sound of her labored breathing is all you can hear, the wet gurgle of blood in her throat. You smile down at her, a sweet, almost tender expression crossing your face.

“Hi, Kelsey,” you say softly, your voice gentle, as if you’re greeting an old friend.

You think you hear her try to form the word please, but it’s lost in the thick, choking blood that fills her throat. Her body jerks slightly, like she’s trying to move, trying to plead, but it’s useless now.

You bring the knife to her face, the tip of the blade tracing lightly along her cheek, not even hard enough to cut. It’s almost affectionate, the way you drag the metal across her skin. But then, with a quick, practiced motion, you bring the knife down to her throat, slitting it cleanly, efficiently. There’s a brief spray of blood—splashing up onto your face—as her body convulses once, twice, and then slumps against the floor, lifeless.

“Fucking bitch,” you mutter under your breath, watching the last bit of life drain from her body. You stay there for a moment, just staring at her, taking in the scene—the blood, the broken, twisted limbs, the silence that settles over the room now that she’s dead.

You’re still staring when you feel Paige behind you again, pulling you up to stand. Her hands slide around your waist, her front pressing against your back. One of her big hands splays across your stomach, holding you close, while her other finds your wrist, gently taking the knife from your hold.

“That was so hot, baby,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with admiration and lust, her breath right against your ear.

You lean back into her touch, your body relaxing against hers as she starts to pepper soft kisses along your neck, her lips trailing up your jawline. The tension in the room shifts from the violence of the kill to something more intimate, more charged. You close your eyes, letting the sensation of her mouth on your skin, her hands on your body, wash over you.

Paige’s teeth graze against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck before she begins to suck, hard enough to leave a mark. You gasp softly, the sensation heightened as her hands slowly slide up your arms, fingers brushing the fabric of your zip-up hoodie. In one smooth motion, she tugs it down, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your red, lacy tank top. Ironically, the color is a perfect match for the blood spattered across the room, across both of you.

Her hands move to your shoulders first, but then one of them drifts lower, grabbing at your chest, squeezing your tit through the thin lace, pulling your back tighter against her front. You feel caged in her hold, a gasp escaping your lips as her grip grows firmer. But the real shock comes when you feel the teasing touch of the knife, the cold metal ghosting along the skin of your arm. Paige trails it down, tracing the sliver of bare skin just below where your tank top ends and just above where your sweatpants begin.

And then, with deliberate precision, Paige slashes the knife upward, cutting clean through the middle of your tank top. The fabric falls open, revealing your skin to the cool air and the warmth of her breath on your neck. You whine softly, “P, that was expensive.”

Paige just chuckles darkly, her fingers tightening around your breast, thumb brushing over your now pert nipple, as she whispers, “I’ll buy you another one.” With that, she pulls the torn fabric off you, letting it drop to the ground, leaving you completely topless. You weren’t wearing a bra beneath the tank, and the sudden exposure makes you shiver, but Paige’s body pressed against yours keeps you warm.

In one swift motion, she’s spinning you around, pressing her lips against yours, kissing you with a rough intensity. You can taste the blood on her lips, probably a mixture of the blood spatters on both of your faces. Her hand grips the side of your neck, holding you firmly in place, while her other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. Her palm presses into your lower back, and the cold handle of the knife digs into your skin, a reminder of everything you’ve just done together.

Your hands move instinctively to her ponytail, fingers threading through her braids before you give a slight tug. The moan that escapes from your lips is muffled by her kiss, but it’s enough to make Paige groan against your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. You pulling her hair seems to set something off in her, fueling that dark intensity behind her eyes. She bites at your bottom lip, tugging lightly as she starts to push you back, guiding you towards the couch.

When the back of your legs hit the edge, you lose your balance and fall back onto the cushions, and Paige doesn’t waste a second. She’s immediately on top of you, her knee slipping between your legs, nudging against your clothed core with a teasing pressure. Her hand is already at your chest, kneading your breast while her other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you wince—but in the way you like. You can feel the heat building inside you as her fingers press into the sides of your neck, right where your pulse pounds beneath your skin.

Paige’s mouth meets yours again, more demanding this time, her tongue pushing past your lips, exploring your mouth with a hunger that matches your own. The pressure of her thumb on your pulse point makes your head swim, the sensation mixing pleasure with just the right hint of pain. You moan again, this time louder, your hips instinctively shifting under her as you crave more of that pressure between your legs.

She pulls away for a moment, just enough to trail her tongue along the edge of your lips, teasing and slow. Her tongue slides down to your chin, licking away the last remnants of the bartender’s blood from earlier, and it sends a shiver down your spine. The metallic tang still lingers as she leans back in to kiss you again, the taste of blood filling both of your mouths, and it only makes you want more.

And then you begin to feel something cold and sharp press against your skin. It takes you a second to realize what it is—she’s taken the knife again, and now the cold, wet metal is sliding over the valley between your breasts. The feeling sends a shiver through your body, and you gasp into her mouth as she presses the blade against your skin, wiping the blood from earlier onto you.

She pulls back slightly, her darkened eyes focused on the trail of blood she’s smearing onto your chest. The sight alone makes your breath catch. Paige’s lips curve into a smirk as she watches your reaction, clearly enjoying the way your body tenses beneath her. She doesn’t say anything at first, just lets her mouth move downward, trailing kisses along your collarbones, lingering there as her hot breath mingles with the coolness of the blood.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Paige murmurs against your skin, her voice low and gravelly. Her lips are teasing, pressing soft, feather-light kisses that make your heart pound harder.

Then she lowers her head further, until her mouth is right between your breasts, where the blood is smeared in a messy line. You feel her tongue dart out, licking a slow, deliberate stripe across your skin, cleaning the blood off in one long motion. The sensation makes you arch your back, a soft moan slipping from your lips as her tongue glides over your skin.

Her knee presses harder between your legs, creating a delicious friction that has you biting your lip, trying to stifle another moan. But it’s impossible to keep quiet when Paige is so close, her body practically overwhelming yours with heat and pressure. You grip her back, nails digging into her shirt as she keeps licking the blood off your chest, the knife still cold in her hand as it brushes against your skin.

Paige chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through you as she moves her lips to one of your breasts, taking your nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive peak, teasing, sucking lightly at first. Your whole body reacts, your breath catching in your throat, and a gasp escapes you as she bites down gently, enough to send a shock of pleasure through you.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” she murmurs, her voice muffled against your skin as she switches to your other breast, her mouth relentless. “So perfect and pretty for me, baby.”

Her words send another wave of heat through you, and you can’t help but moan again, louder this time, your body arching into hers. The pressure of her knee between your legs intensifies, and you grind down instinctively, craving more of that contact.

Paige’s mouth leaves your breast, trailing wet kisses down your abdomen. Her tongue flicks out, teasing along your ribs, before she starts sucking at your skin hard enough that you know she’s leaving marks—evidence of where she’s claimed you, the sensation sending sharp tingles through you.

Her hands move with purpose, finding the waistband of your sweatpants. You don’t even realize what she’s doing until you feel her fingers digging into your pocket, pulling something out before she slides your pants down your legs, leaving you in nothing but the lacy red thong that matches the blood-smeared mess around you and that did match your now-ruined tank top.

Paige takes her time, her gaze dark and heated as she admires the way the lace clings to your skin. She reaches out, hooking her finger under the waistband of the thong, pulling it back teasingly. The pressure is light, but it’s enough to make you shiver as she flicks it back against your skin with a soft snap. Paige hums, clearly pleased by your reaction, her smirk growing as her eyes meet yours.

You’re about to say something, maybe tease her back, when you notice what’s in her hand. It takes a second for it to register, but then you realize it’s the voice changer. The same one you use to make all your taunting phone calls.

Paige brings it up to her lips, turning it on with a flick of her thumb. “Do you wanna play a game?” Her voice comes out distorted, deep and twisted in that familiar way, making your heart race with a mix of excitement and surprise.

Immediately, you reach for the voice changer, shaking your head. “Babe, that’s my thing—” you protest, because it is. You’re the one who always calls the shots. You’re the one who makes the phone calls, who controls the game. Not her.

But Paige is quicker. She pulls back just enough to keep it out of your reach, sitting up on her knees and holding the voice changer above her head, far enough that you’d have to try harder to grab it. She cocks her head, a playful yet dangerous glint in her eyes. “Ah-ah,” she clicks her tongue, the sound sharp and commanding. Her expression makes it clear—if you try to take it again, you’re not going to like what happens next.

You lower your hand, your heart pounding in anticipation, your body already responding to the shift in control. Paige’s eyes stay locked on yours, her smile widening as she brings the voice changer back to her lips.

“I said,” she repeats, her voice low and sultry before flicking it back on, “do you wanna play a game?”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real defiance behind it, just attitude—the kind Paige loves and hates equally. “What kinda game?” you ask, the challenge evident in your tone.

Paige’s grin grows, dark and wicked. She’s clearly enjoying this. “Oh, it’s simple,” she begins, her voice turning to a dangerous purr. “You’re gonna follow my rules. You do exactly what I say, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”

You scoff a little at that, trying to keep up the act of being unimpressed, but there’s no denying the way her words send a surge of heat straight through you. “And what if I don’t?” you counter, testing her.

Paige’s eyes flash, her smirk growing more predatory, the same look she gets before she kills. She leans in close, the voice changer still in hand as she trails the back of the knife down your stomach, teasingly slow. “Then I’ll make sure you beg for it,” she whispers, her breath hot against your skin.

You feel your throat go dry at the sensation of the knife, her breath, the words she says. You swallow, staying quiet.

“You like that, yeah?” Paige says, her voice dropping lower as she presses the flat of the knife against your stomach, the cool metal sending shivers down your spine. “When I’m the one tellin’ you what to do, when I make you all desperate and shi.”

Paige continues to move the knife down, grazing along the edge of your thong, the metal tracing the fabric lightly as she keeps talking through the voice changer. “Here’s what we’re gon’ do,” she starts, giving you a pointed look. “You’re gonna keep your hands right here,” she instructs, using her own hand to bring your wrists together and pulling them over your head, resting behind you against the armrest of the couch. “And you’re not gon’ move them. If you do… I’ll make sure it’s not pretty, ‘kay?” The implication is enough to make your breath hitch.

You stare up at her, heart racing, but you don’t argue. The way she’s looking at you—hungry and in control—makes you want to give in. To let her push you to the edge.

“And you’re gonna beg,” Paige adds, her voice husky, the grin on her face positively wicked. “Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to let you cum. You’re gonna tell me how much you need it.”

Your lips part, but before you can respond, Paige presses the knife lightly against your skin again, the threat clear but enticing.

“Do you wanna play?” she asks once more, using the voice changer. But this time, it’s not really a question. It’s more of a demand.

You don’t say anything for a long moment, staying silent. But Paige won’t have that. She takes the handle of the knife, lightly stroking your clothed clit with it, keeping her eyes on your face. Your hips buck up involuntarily at the feeling, and your gaze lands on hers, catching sight of her waiting expression. You sigh in discomfort, wanting more, shifting your hips a little. However, you know she won’t give you any more of what you need if you don’t agree to play her stupid fucking game. So, you kiss your teeth and mutter, “Fine. Let’s play.”

Paige immediately grins at your response, clearly eager for some more excitement (as if her night hasn’t been filled with enough of that already), tossing the voice changer across the room. She leans down, pressing her lips against your hipbone as she twists the knife back around to the sharp end, trailing the tip along your thong teasingly. You feel yourself shudder a little bit at the feeling, glancing down, chin pressing into your chest as you try to get a better look.

And then Paige is effectively ruining more of your clothing, tearing the fabric of your thong apart with the knife. It splits open, revealing your glistening cunt to the blonde.

“Paige—” you begin to protest annoyedly, irritated with her affinity of slashing your clothes apart tonight.

However, her head snaps up to look at you at the sound of your attitude leaking back into your voice. She glares, eyes narrowing as she tells you, “Shut the fuck up. Ion wanna hear none of your attitude bullshit tonight.”

You fight the urge to scoff at her, instead opting to stay quiet. You watch as she hooks her fingers around the flimsy fabric of what’s left of your thong before tossing them to the side, leaving you completely naked before her. Before you can even really process what’s going to happen next, she’s leaning in, her hot breath landing between your legs. But instead of her tongue or her lips making contact with your folds, it’s Paige’s teeth—biting at your clit. You gasp at the sensation, a little taken aback at the mixture of sting and serenity, and you can’t help but let your hand fall to her head to hold her there.

She won’t have that, though.

The feeling of your hand in her hair makes her pull back immediately, making you lose any feeling between your legs. You whimper a little at the loss, but she doesn’t care, slapping your hand away from her head. She grabs at the wrist of the same hand she’s just hit, eyes flashing at you as she pulls your arm back above your head, locking your wrists together with her fingers.

“The fuck did I tell you?” she snaps, glaring pointedly, irritation clearly seeping into her. “Keep your hands up there. Don’t fuckin’ move ’em unless I say so.”

You glare back at her, equally annoyed and turned on by her demands. She’s staring expectantly at you, waiting for a response, her nails digging into your wrists slightly. Eventually, you roll your eyes and cave, muttering, “Fine, Jesus.”

You watch as her eyes narrow at the bratty tone of your voice, though—surprisingly—she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t snap at you again to behave yourself. But she also doesn’t do anything. She removes her hands from your wrists, making sure you keep them up there, but, after that, she doesn’t make herself useful in any way. Instead, she leans back a little, her body still between your parted legs, just staring. She keeps her lips pursed as her eyes flick between your face and your glistening cunt that’s on full display before her, just inches away. You shift your hips a little, hoping she’ll get the message and do something for you, but she doesn’t. She just keeps watching you, eyes tracking the movement of your hips, keeping herself still.

You whine a little, nails digging into the couch armrest above you. “What’re you waiting for?” you finally retort, very annoyed by this point.

However, that annoyance seems to seep out of you pretty quickly as you feel the tip of the knife blade dig into your hip bone, just enough that if Paige pushed it any harder, it would certainly draw blood. You swallow a little, looking up at the blonde, trying to hold your ground.

“Enough with the fuckin’ attitude, ma,” she says firmly, clearly as tired of your shit as you are of here. You feel her begin to trail the blade along your skin slightly, before she’s adding, “And what—you already forgot one of my rules?”

You furrow you eyebrows at the question, not sure what she’s referring to. All you can really feel is the heat between your legs, and the stark cold metal of the knife against your skin.

She clicks her tongue at your obvious confusion, tipping the knife against you, breaking the skin ever so slightly. It doesn’t really hurt, just stings some, and you look down to see the tiniest bit of blood surrounding the cut she’s made, a hint of crimson tainting the silver of the knife. And then Paige is crawling a little forward, so that she’s hovering over you, and you feel yourself shiver beneath her.

She leans closer, her breath hot against your cheek, the cold metal of the knife now grazing along the curve of your jaw, before slowly, deliberately, moving toward your lips. She traces the blade across your lower lip, and you feel the wetness of your own blood against it.

“Open,” she orders, her tone firm, eyes alight with a mixture of control and something more primal.

Your heart races, but you do as she says, parting your lips slightly. The flat of the blade presses against your tongue, leaving the metallic taste of your blood in your mouth. She’s watching you do it intensely, pupils blown and eyes focused. And then she’s pulling it back, teasing you, leaving your body tense and wanting. Her lips quirk into a smirk, clearly pleased with the way your body reacts beneath hers, the power she holds over you.

Then she straightens, pulling the knife away, her expression both playful and commanding as she watches you intently. Her voice is soft, but dripping with authority, “You gotta beg for it, baby.”

You bite your lip, staring defiantly up at Paige, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing you beg. You can see the flicker of frustration in her eyes as her grip on the knife tightens. She leans in, her breath fanning across your skin, but you hold firm, a smirk playing on your lips despite the tension crackling between you. You’re playing with fire, and you know it.

It’s right then where Paige’s patience snaps. Her hand shoots up to grab your jaw, her fingers pressing into your skin, hard enough to hurt some. “You’re being a real bitch tonight,” she husks, eyes narrowing as her thumb brushes over your lower lip. “I think I might just have to punish you for it.”

You can feel your heart race at her words, but you refuse to back down, a flicker of defiance still lingering in your expression, a slight smirk still pulling up your lips.

Paige tilts her head, her grip tightening slightly. “Oh, you think this is funny? You think you can just act like this and get away with it?” she continues, her voice low and controlled, though you can feel the anger bubbling underneath. “Fine. If you won’t beg, then you don’t get to make a single sound.”

You feel your eyes widen without thinking about it, realizing what she’s getting at, but she only smirks at your reaction.

“If you make any noise,” Paige says, leaning in close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, “then I won’t let you finish. Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. Not until you learn how to fucking behave.” Her voice is dripping with authority, every word hanging between you like a challenge.

You swallow hard, trying to steel yourself, but the way she’s looking at you—like she’s already won this round—makes it difficult. You know she’s pushing your limits, testing just how far she can take this.

She doesn’t wait for you to answer, instead crawling back down your body, keeping your thighs spread open, resting herself between them. Immediately getting to work, probably impatient herself, her mouth attaches to the skin of your inner thigh, sucking harshly, certainly enough to leave a mark for tomorrow. And then she’s kissing her way up to the cut she’s imprinted on your hip, ghosting her tongue along the small sliver of slashed skin and the blood that rests with it. It stings, and you hear yourself gasp, whimpering at the feeling. She’s not fond of that, though, wanting you to stay quiet as she’s told you, so she pinches your thigh hard. You fight to not let the noise that’s burrowed itself in your throat get through, swallowing it down. If you behave, you’ll get what you want—so you might as well just let her have her fun.

She’s getting closer to where you need her, her nose brushing against your clit as she ghosts her lips along the side of your pussy, teasing you. You shift your hips slightly, desperate for the friction you’ve been needing, but her hands grab at each hip bone, holding you down so you stay still.

And then she’s diving in, pressing her tongue to your aching cunt, licking a long stripe right up between your folds. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the long awaited pleasure, keeping silent just as she told you to. She presses her mouth against you completely, enough to feel her every breath on you, rolling her tongue right against your clit.

Paige moans a little against you, sending vibrations through you that have your legs shaking. As she continues rolling her tongue in that famous, miraculous rhythm of hers against your bundle of nerves, one of her hands reaches up to your tit, thumb brushing along the nipple and pinching it.

You bite your lip, finally being a good girl and listening to Paige’s demands like she’s wanted this whole time. You stay silent, though your breaths come quicker, faster, your chest rising and falling rapidly beneath Paige’s hand.

She glances up at you, smirking against you as she catches sight of the beads of sweat forming along your skin, your flushed face, the way you’re fighting to stay quiet. Her tongue slides along the expanse of your slit before slipping inside of you, making your thighs quiver and a tiny gasp to escape your lips. Paige glares up at you warningly at that, making sure you remember well that if you’re not quiet, you’re not cumming.

And then she’s returning her focus back to your pussy, sliding her tongue in and out of you a couple times in a slow rhythm. You can tell she’s enjoying this by the way her eyes slip shut, brows furrowing in concentration. She then brings her mouth back up to your clit, flicking her tongue up and down, up and down, up and down, in a way that makes you see stars. You dig your nails into your palms, squeezing your eyes shut at the euphoric feeling.

“Shit,” Paige mumbles as she pulls away, staring at your soaking cunt before adding to the wetness, spitting on you. She watches her saliva slide between your folds and then leans in to lap it up with her tongue. She moans against you, probably at the taste, saying, “You’re gonna kill me with this pussy, baby. Could eat you forever.”

You let out a long, shaky breath at the words, scrunching your face up a little she sucks on your clit. Hard. You feel her teeth scrape against it, too, and you swear your nails are going to draw blood if you dig them any deeper into your skin.

Breathing heavily, she suddenly pulls up and sits on her knees between your legs, letting go of your hips and pushing your legs further apart. Looking down between them, Paige is suddenly thrusting three of her fingers into you without any warning. You can’t help it—it makes you shudder out something between a moan and a gasp, exclaiming, “Fuck!”

Paige won’t have that for a second, immediately pulling her fingers out of you to slap your pussy. “Shut the fuck up,” she tells you, biting along your skin as she slowly crawls up to your face again. “Can’t ever fuckin’ listen to me, can you?” she asks, her fingers trailing to your clit, circling it harshly. It makes your legs shudder and shake and you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Couldn’t help it,” you murmur, gasping as you feel the heat in your stomach begin to rise, the coil getting ready to snap.

Paige’s fingers find their way back inside you, all three of them pumping. Your pussy squelches with her relentless pace, the sounds beyond filthy. Her other hand has found it’s way back to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck, your pulse racing against her hand. “Don’t lie,” she snaps, eyes flitting between your face and the way her fingers are thrusting into you with absolutely no mercy. “You’re not a bitch, I’ve seen you take worse.”

You whimper a little at her words and it only makes her fingers speed up, sliding in and out and then curling in a come hither motion, making you see stars. “Y’know, Kelsey wanted to fuck me,” Paige taunts. Your eyes flash open at the words, the same flare of jealousy and anger rushing into you as remember the night at the bar. Realistically, you know you shouldn’t still care, especially as your gaze darts to see a quick glance of Kelsey’s dead body across the room. But, still, Paige’s words send a rush of irritation through you. She can tell, and she smirks, her thumb now abusing your clit as her fingers continue their pace. “You think she coulda kept quiet? Think she woulda been a good girl for me? She seemed very sweet.”

“She’s dead,” you grunt out, trying not to let Paige’s words get in the way of the feeling of her fingers in you, on you. “So I guess you’ll never know.”

That makes Paige’s hand squeeze your neck a little, enough for you to cry out at the dual sensation of that and her thrusting fingers. It’s all getting too much, the heat building as Paige’s pace keeps steady, your hips rising to meet her digits as they pump in and out. “Fuck, you make me crazy,” the blonde says, her lips trailing to your neck to suck a mark against your skin. “Such a brat, baby.”

The sensation between your legs has you forgetting Paige’s rules, and you think that at this point, she’s forgotten them, too, because your hands are moving from above your head to tangle in her ponytail, tugging as her fingers curl inside you. She doesn’t do anything to stop you, instead humming against your neck.

“P,” you manage to gasp out, voice shaking. You’re faintly aware that you’re sweating, your hair sticking sticking to your damp forehead and neck, your whole body pulsing with heat. “Paige, ‘m gonna cum.”

Paige nods against you, her tongue swiping against the hollow of your throat, her fingers thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. Vaguely, you wonder if her hand is cramping yet. “I know, baby,” she says a little breathlessly, against your skin. “Come on, ma, give it to me. Wanna feel it bad.”

You let out a shaky cry, hands finding their way beneath Paige’s shirt, nails digging into her back, certainly leaving scratch marks. Every thrust, every breath that Paige takes against your skin—it’s all too much, and you can feel herself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, the pleasure building with every second.

And then you’re moaning out, “Oh my God—fuck!” as the coil within you snaps, your back arching against Paige’s hand, your heart racing. “Fuck,” you say again, quieter this time, trying to blink away the stars in your vision.

Your breath comes in quick bursts as you slowly come down from your high, feeling a euphoric mixture of adrenaline and warmth coursing through your veins. You lean back against the couch cushions, now damp with blood and your own arousal, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Paige presses further into you, her breath hot and feverish against your neck, and you feel her say your name against your skin. And then she’s slowly pulling her fingers out of your soaking cunt, trailing them up to your mouth as she draws back slightly.

She slips them past your lips and you let her, mouth sucking her fingers clean, tongue gliding along her digits. The way her eyes glaze over watching you do it, lust filling her pupils, makes you think that you’re about to get fucked into oblivion for a round two. But then her gaze trails somewhere behind your head—probably to Kelsey’s dead body, if you had to guess—and she’s sighing, resigned, as she pulls her fingers from your mouth, tangling them in your hair. She presses her lips against yours firmly for just a moment, before she’s pulling away, saying, a smirk pulling the corners of her lips up, “We gotta go before they catch us.”

You frown a little, pouting as you say, “Fun’s over.”

She shakes her head slightly at you, still smirking as she responds, “Nah, when we get home, we can have all the fun you want.” And then she’s reaching down onto the floor, grabbing the ghostface mask and slipping it over your head, covering your face. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You slip into your clothes quickly, watching as Paige grabs the knife and checks around the room to see if either of you have forgotten anything. Once you’re ready, the two of you open the apartment door, leaving your mess for someone to find later. However, you and Paige leave, she of course does not forget to call out into the empty apartment, “Bye, Kelsey!”