I Want A Gwen & MJ

Sugababes - Too Lost In You ""Lost in everything about you so deep, I can't sleep, I can't think, I just think about the things that you do, I'm too lost in you" The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily-Rose Depp - One Of The Girls "And I'm screamin' out, give me tough love, leave me with nothin' when I come down" Chase Atlantic - Into It "I'm just fucking lucky I was born with it, a hundred million people couldn't deal with this, I've been trying grow cause people kill for it, this mental pressure got me popping pills and shit" Childish Gambino - Heartbeat "Say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin', I'm paranoid that these girls want something from me" Kelsey Lu - I'm Not In Love (cover) "I'm not in love so don't forget it, it's just a silly phase I'm going through, and just because I call you up, don't get me wrong don't think you've got it made, I'm not in love" The Weeknd - Valerie "Valerie, I know you can see through me, Valerie, you just choose to never know, Valerie, why pretend to trust in me?" Billie Eilish - I Didn't Change My Number "I love a "You mad at me?" text, should've guess, that you would think i was upset, you're obsessed" Brent Faiyaz - Been Away "I just wanna know if you're my friend, I just wanna know if you're pretending, I know I've been away" BANKS - Mind Games "All your moves that make me wanna run away, but I got stuck with faulty legs, I believe it's true that you would screw me if I let you in my bedroom, and if i did then do I try to move away, cause I know you like mind games" The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey - Prisoner "I'm a prisoner to my addictions, I'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold, I'm a prisoner to my decisions" 88rising, NIKI, Rich Brian - Shouldn’t Couldn’t Wouldn’t “Not one for titles girl in other words terrified, that pussy kicked my rules out the door”

“We got a surprise for ya, Cap’!” Ice calls out from the walkway.

The team had put together a great house party for their team captain’s 23rd birthday, the large AirBnB filled from wall to wall with a very large percentage of the UConn student body.

Paige was turnt, tipsy in her words, but definitely a bit out of it to anyone else in the crowd. She sauntered over towards where the girl stood, eyes low as she responded, “better not be some bullshit, Ice.”

“What? Trust me!”

“Cover your eyes, real fast.” Azzi chimed in. Her hands pressed over the blondes blue eyes before signaling to her roommate with her head.

When Ice brought her surprise out, and the rest of the team let out simultaneous gasps or pulled their phones out to record the moment, Azzi dropped her hands. Revealing Venus in all of her stunning glory all for Paige.

The couple had spent a large majority of the summer together, even a brief bacation before school started up again. But Venus had gotten a great internship opportunity in Boston to work as a social media marketer for the New England Patriots the she simply couldn’t turn down. It had been what felt like years since they last saw each other when it had really only been a few months.

She wore a white Uconn Jersey, the name and number sporting her girlfriend, and Paige swore she was about to fall to her knees. Her makeup was done flawlessly, and her hair was down in its natural curls that Paige loved. The blonde could definitely point out a few new tattoos, and the slight shine of glitter on her legs that poked out from the knee high boots that paired with the jersey.

In Venus’s hands was a cake, small and round, and more personalized for the small group rather than the whole party that read in purple colored font.

Happy birthday BDB ;)

Paige was cheesing.

“Surprise!” Ice cheered. The smile on the blondes drunken face was indescribable. She watched intently as Venus joined the others in singing a very pitchy happy birthday. Everyone was looking at Paige, so believe that no one missed the way her eyes raked over her girlfriend’s body, head just slightly tipped back while her eyes dropped to her curves. The material of her jersey making Venus look like a Victoria’s Secret model.

When the singing was done, Venus took a few more steps forward. Her body sunk a few inches below Paige’s as she peered up to her with intimidating eyes. Paige maintained the eye contact, as usual, briefly licking her bottom lip and biting it before blowing out her candle.

“Watcha wish for, superstar?”

“For you not to go back to fuckin’ Boston.” Paige laughed, helping the girl move the cake to the nearby counter before pressing her lips harshly against Venus’s.

You would’ve thought the home was completely empty besides the two of them with the way they were practically eating each other’s faces in the middle of the kitchen. Whistles from the frat guys and men’s basketball team echoed the loudest, followed by groans and fake gags by Paige’s own teammates. But neither seemed to care.

“Get a room, Oh my God?” Morgan was the first to speak up.

“Freaks!” Azzi followed, pushing Venus’s shoulder until the broke apart.

“You guys knew exactly what typa timing I was on when you brought me here.” Venus spoke defensively before leaning back in a pecking Paige’s pink lips. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you, for being here.”

***

It was later into the night, but still the walls were bouncing with energy. Venus now just as intoxicated as her blonde counterpart, as she rested her back against the wall of the house while the pair stood outside in the backyard. Venus was getting antsy, more so irritated with how many people had dragged Paige always from her over the last two hours to talk to the birthday girl. Sober, she would’ve understood. But she was quite the opposite and being away from the blonde for this long wasn’t helping either.

A joint was passed back and forth between the two, which now hung dangerously from Paige’s lips while Venus talked about how much she loved her job.

“So what you’re saying is I should come out there. See how great it is for myself?” Paige asks.

“Yes! Instead of being all over the country you should drive the two hours to come see the girlfriend you claim you love so much.” Venus crossed her arms, “unless you’d rather be with your LA hoes.”

Paige laughed, eyes going smaller than they were before. She was on another planet. “I would, actually. They’ll make the trip to come and see me.” She joked.

“Stop playing.”

“Or what?”

“You’ll see what in a minute.” The tattooed girl retaliated. “And give me my joint back. You just hogging that shit.” Venus huffed, snatching the joint back in her hands as she took a puff.

Paige was very amused, getting under Venus’s skin was undoubtedly one of her favorite pastimes. She took a step closer as she invaded the girl’s space.

“You know I’m just playin’.” Her strong, muscular arms dropped from their spot across her chest before reaching for Venus’s waist. It was clear they no longer cared about hiding from everyone else. The spot in which they stood was secluded enough, but it wouldn’t take very much for someone to catch a peak of their scandalous behavior. And don’t start with the way they were making out earlier.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You not gonna be saying that later.” She laughed in response, sending a harsh slap to Venus’s ass. “You were just begging me to drive up there and touch you crazy the other night, no?” She was whispering in Venus’s ear now. Hands sinking a little further down to grip her ass in the open space.

Venus’s hand pressed against Paige’s chest, but it evidently moved her no where. “Relax—”

“Run my hands all over you, and make you cum till you can’t, right? I think that’s what you said.” Paige continued.

Venus chuckled, a shake of her head in amusement. “I never said that.”

“You sure? Because I remember you begging me to make you cum over the phone.” Paige stood back just a little. She reached for the joint in her girlfriend’s hands before bringing it to her own mouth. “You look damn good in the jersey, by the way.”

Her eyes ran over Venus’s physique, drooling over her shamelessly. Eyes low and red with her lips so plump and glossy.

“Y’think?”

“Mhm. So sexy, baby.”

Paige ducked her head just a little bit more, her lips ghosting over Venus’s neck as she took in her scent. Marc Jacobs. A floral smell that made Paige moan when it traveled up her nostrils.

“My hotel?”

Paige nodded curtly. “I’ll order the uber.”

***

They simply could not seem to keep their hands off one another.

When the pair tumbled into Venus’s hotel room, their lips remained locked in a messy exchange that started in the backseat of the uber.

They were drunk, and very obviously needy. Paige was the one who was backed into the wall first, the sound of a lamp or something of that nature hitting the floor made them both giggle.

Venus was eagerly clawing at her girlfriend’s body, a hand slipping up the black shirt she wore to feel on her abs. “I missed you so much.” She mumbled, dropping those hands to undo the button of her jeans. The material fell down her legs, and Paige stepped out of them before pulling her shirt off as well.

Paige’s grip on her ass returned. Groping and kneading it in her hands while Venus’s tongue went to explore the inside of her mouth. “Me too, baby.” She backed off of the wall and pushed the tattooed girl towards the bed. The soft duvet instantly wrinkling on impact.

When they broke apart again Paige finally got a chance to look at just how dedicated Venus was in making tonight memorable. The gifts scattered around the hotel room was one thing, but the floor decorated in roses and photos of them was icing on the cake. Pretty royal purple balloons floated over the bed and candles decorated the room in a yellow hue.

“Surprise.”

Paige smiled, leaning back down to kiss her girlfriend with so much passion the air was sucked out of her lungs.

“All this for me?” She asked.

“Of course, baby. You deserve it.” Venus cooed. Her hand cupped Paige’s cheek softly, brushing a thumb across her bottom lip. “Anything for you, remember?”

Paige never had a partner dote on her like this. She was the one buying flowers and spending money on lavish dates, and while she did love doing that, having the favor returned was pretty worthwhile.

“I love you, y’know that?” She whispered, leaning in to kiss Venus again. Her tongue parting the girl’s lips and licking at her tongue gently. “Love you so much.”

“I know.” Venus responded. “I love you too, P.”

They were both fighting the other for dominance, Venus attempting to get Paige to lay back on the bed while the blonde messily moved down her body and planted kisses and bites on her neck.

“Good, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you dumb in a minute.” Paige explained.

But Venus had other plans and eventually won the battle with a bite on Paige’s shoulder and a soft mumble of “lemme get you right first.”

Venus’s knee nestled against Paige’s clothed cunt, when she finally got the blonde on her back. Her lips pressed against Paige’s jawline, nipping slightly against the light skin. she soothed the marks with her tongue before moving to her neck and sucking bigger hickies there. She didn’t care about who saw them.

“C’mon V.” Paige grunted as her hips bucked into Venus’s knee.

“Mmm, no.” She responded. “Wait here for a second.”

Paige laid back frustratedly her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. She didn’t know what to expect, but she definitely wasn’t ready for the can of whipped cream in Venus’s hands.

“Your level of freak surprises me everyday.” Paige laughs loudly, fighting to tear her eyes anywhere else but her girlfriend.

Venus shakes the can, popping off the top and letting it fall to the floor before allowing the nozzle to press against her tongue. Paige was completely enthralled by it, the way the substance pooled on her tongue before sliding down her throat had her soaked.

After pulling the can from her mouth, Venus reached forward for Paige’s sports bra. The tight material bunched up in her hands before she pulled it up and off. She moved back onto Paige’s lap, just enough that the hem of the jersey rode up her sides.

“Can I take it off?” Venus asked, referring to her top. The can of whipped cream ran across Paige’s skin, down the valley of her tits to her abs and back.

Shaking her head vigorously Paige sat up on her elbows. “Nuh uh, keep it on. Y’look so good in it.” She puckered her lips towards Venus, meshing them together, the taste of sweet cream spurring them both on.

Venus’s lips completely ravaged Paige’s, losing control of the can in her hand and letting it fall to the bed. Her hips grinded harshly against the girl’s crotch, getting off on the feeling of her panties against Paige’s boxers.

“Let me fuck you. Please.” She begged, pulling away from her girlfriend’s lips and moving down her body. She peppered kisses on Paige’s jaw, followed by her neck and collarbone. “Could make you feel so good, baby. Just let me.”

Paige nodded as she let out a soft moan. “Hurry up then.” She responded frantically.

So that’s what Venus did. She reached for the whipped cream again, spraying a few drops across Paige’s chest and down her abdomen. The blonde shivered briefly at the temperature, but the warmth of Venus’s tongue washed it away almost immediately.

Her mouth latched to Paige’s nipple, looking into her blue eyes as she sucked the topping off of her. It was messy, the remains of the whipped cream spreading to Venus’s cheeks as she moved to the other nipple, doing the same thing. Her tongue swirled around the flesh before her lips met it with a soft peck.

“Fuck, ma.” Paige groaned, arching her back into Venus’s mouth more. The passion Venus touched her with was otherworldly. The movements of her tongue and plump lips left her wet and sticky as she bucked her hips into the girl’s touch. “Stop teasing me, baby.”

“Okay, okay! M’going.” Venus trailed her mouth down the rest of Paige’s body, licking the whipped cream up as she went until she was met with the waistband of Paige’s grey boxers.

Her fingers gripped the elastic material, only tugging it slightly before pressing her tongue to Paige’s clothed cunt, tasting her through it. Venus let out a hum, kissing her clit before kissing back up to Paige’s lower abdomen.

“I’mma fuck your life up if you keep this up.”

“You’ve always had manners, you can’t say please?” Venus asked.

Paige was never one to be impatient, especially with Venus of all people. But now seemed to be an exception. Her own thumbs dug into her boxers, swiftly pulling them off and tossing them to the floor.

Venus nearly fell apart right there. Her eyes were glued to the sight in front of her. Paige was so soaked, folds slicked and dripping onto the sheets. Venus was drooling, taking in the way her nipples stood up in stiff peaks, her abdomen covered in saliva and bright red hickeys.

She rested her head on Paige’s thigh while a hand trailed to her girlfriend’s pussy. She slowly spread her apart with her fingers before reaching for the can and spraying some more of that sweet stuff just above her clit.

Paige’s breath hitched, a hand falling into the depths of Venus’s hair. "Please—" she starts, voice breathless and deep with desire, but the word dies instantly and is replaced with a sharp gasp when Venus licks a purposeful stripe up her clit.

It sends a shock wave through Paige’s body and Venus does it again. She drapes her legs over her shoulders and sucks at her clit. Venus’s tongue moves expertly, like she knows just what will get her there, and she does. She knows exactly how to make her feel good and exactly where to pay attention to.

She licks the whipped cream into her mouth before using her tongue to part Paige’s folds and fuck her slowly with her tongue.

“God, baby.” Paige moans. Her legs begin to close in around the tattooed girls head but Venus holds them open, her pretty short french tips digging into Paige’s muscular thighs. “So good at that shit.”

Venus nodded at the praise, looking up at her lover and smiling. “Tastes so good, P.”

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, V. Keep going, ma.”

A strangled moan came from the blonde’s mouth, her teeth softly pulling on her bottom lip. She was wildly needy, her pussy somehow already overstimulated and her body slowly became covered by a thin sheen of sweat.

"So fuckin' wet for me. So wet, baby." Venus pulled away and slid two of her fingers into Paige’s dripping pussy, her blue eyes rolling back.

Her breathing was thick and ragged, drawing air in and out in between moans. It pushes Venus further, forcing her to push her fingers in deep and curl them the way Paige liked.

“Just dripping everywhere. You like that?” Venus asks, bringing her tongue back to flick at the overstimulated bud.

Paige whined as she nodded, “you’re such a slut.” She curses. Her hand pushes Venus’s hair from her face before forcing her in deeper. “V! Ha—ma, you’re gonna make me cum.”

It was overwhelming, in every way. The way Venus sucked her clit fervently and her fingers fucking her so good. Paige knew and felt herself getting closer, the tension building so heavy until it was ready to snap.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue, huh?” Venus responds, her mouth occupied but still spewing that faux innocence that Paige couldn’t stand. “Can I have it, babe? Please?”

“Venus—” She gasps, back arching up from the sheets. “I—shit, m’cumming—”

A loud moan cuts her off before her words can even fully escape. Her hand tightens around Venus’s hair, tugging the dark locks roughly as she grinds against her to ride it out. Her stomach convulses as she comes down from her high. Venus pulls back with a final suckle to the blonde’s now swollen bud, smiling before she licks the cum from her lips.

Paige laughs breathlessly, sitting up slightly to pull Venus on top of her by the arms. “You’re so nasty.” She mumbles before connecting their lips. She hums at the taste, rolling them over so she hovered over Venus’s body.

Her hands gripped the girl’s hips harshly while they kissed, tongues clashing and breaths all ragged. “You had your fun?Y’gonna let me fuck you now?” She asks, reaching off the edge of the bed for her backpack.

“Yes, please.” Venus nods. Her fingers tugged off her panties until the sat innocently on the floor while Paige fought to get the black harness on her hips. The jersey Venus still wore, clung to her body uncomfortably, she wanted it off but if it made Paige happy she would fight through it. Anything for her, right?

Her eyes audaciously looked up and down the hooper's body. Scanning her face, to her chest, and practically burning hole into her abs with the way she stared. She was starving for her. So desperate to feel Paige closer, the gap between them still too far.

"Want you." Venus muttered, her fingers clawing at Paige’s shoulders. “Lemme ride it.” She ordered. Paige nodded, getting settled on the space next to her and resting her back against the headboard.

She looks surreal. Blonde hair scattered messily around her shoulders and her skin is flushed red, lips swollen. But Venus’s eyes are glued to the strap between them when she moved to straddle her. It’s flesh toned and larger than what Venus is used to and she can hear the vibrations cutting through the air in her lover’s end.

Venus uses Paige’s shoulders for support. The blonde grabs a hold of the strap by the base, then pushing it to her clit without any hurry. The tip runs from Venus’s hole to her clit and back again, making her jaw fall slack just slightly.

“Fuck—fuck me. C’mon, P. No teasing.” She stutters.

“Oh but you were loving that teasing shit just a minute ago, right?” Paige responded. “Gonna have to beg me for it, mama.” She instructed.

“Please? Please fuck me, I’ll be good, I promise. Just need you inside me, baby please.” Venus pleads, watching Paige’s face contort as she attempted to hold out a little longer. Venus takes hold of her hand, pulling it away from the strap and right to her center. “Feel how wet you got me? I need you, baby.”

And that was all she wrote because Paige was gripping her hips and helping Venus’s slide down onto the strap almost instantly.

“Ngh— fuck!” Venus cries. She watches Paige watch her, a lip tucked between her teeth as she is deadlocked on where her strap is entering Venus’s cunt. She is so wet, dripping down the length already.

“All the way, ma. Take that shit.” She groaned and she swore that she could feel just how tight Venus was squeezing her. Venus obeyed, continuing down the thick length until it was buried deep inside her sopping wet pussy. “Good girl. Now show me how much you missed me.”

Venus tries to set a rhythm, bouncing up and down decisively on her cock as she’s done many times before, but the size of this one makes it unbelievably difficult, her legs are trembling everytime she sinks back down on it.

Her slender fingers reach for the jersey on her body, lifting it up and holding it between her teeth to get a better view of where the two connected. It was then when Paige nearly fell apart. Venus’s tits bounced deliciously in her face, the tattoos near them glowing in the light and the pretty silver bars through her nipple were shining like stars.

“You’re so sexy, V. Oh my God.” Paige moans, mouth falling open with each bounce of Venus’s hips. “Ride me so good, so fuckin’ good.” Her mouth goes to latch on Venus’s nipple, the now healed piercings have her tits feeling so sensitive, but it only gets her closer.

Paige meets her hips halfway and Venus lets out a shriek, slightly falling forwards. “Mm my God, you’re so— big, shit!” Her eyes roll ever so slightly at the feeling of Paige filling her up and the blonde finds it amusing.

Paige pulls back from the girl’s chest, breathing heavily. “Yeah? That pretty pussy just suckin’ me in?” Paige groans fighting to look away from her girlfriend’s cunt in fear of finishing too quickly. Her free hand reaches for the can that Venus had too much fun with earlier, and sprays some whipped cream on her fingers. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Venus obliges, holding her shirt in her hands now. She was too out of sorts to even think about dismissing Paige’s comment and takes her sugar coated fingers into her mouth. She takes them deep, gagging around the two lengthy fingers and leaving Paige’s hand a mess.

Paige uses her messy fingers to rub on her clit and Venus basically thrashes on her lap. She’s so loud, moaning out the blonde’s name and other curses as Paige attempts to get her off quicker.

“Fuck, baby! Right there!” Venus whimpers, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Paige bucks her hips again, fucking up into her at a pace that completely disregards her previously set rhythm. “Oh yes, like that. Just like that, P.”

“You want me right here?” She asks, pressing a clean hand to Venus’s abdomen.

“Yes!” She moans, clutching onto Paige’s shoulders as her unannounced orgasm rushes through her. It’s so messy, leaving cum stains on the sheets for sure, but it drips everywhere, down the harness and onto Paige’s cunt simultaneously.

Paige doesn’t even give her time when the first orgasm passes, she pulls out briefly to flip her over and position her on all fours. Venus’s back arches almost naturally, and there’s something so appealing about the way Paige’s last name sits on the back of the jersey.

“You’re so perfect.” The blonde starts. “Doin’ all this for me, making me feel so good. Taking my cock so good.” She slowly pushes back in, and the new position has Venus feeling entirely surrounded by her.

Paige thrusts in and out shallowly, grabbing onto the end of Venus’s top to ground her thrusts.

“You fuck me so good.” Venus hiccups, gripping the sheets tightly as Paige speeds up.

“You been so good to me, mama. Flying out here just to see me, such a good girlfriend.” Her praises have Venus even wetter than before and it’s bouncing off the walls along side her ass rippling against Paige’s pelvis. “Let me give you what you need, yeah?”

Venus nods shamelessly, fully giving herself up to Paige. The blonde is pounding into her, letting out moans with each thrust because it really does feel that good. Paige closed her eyes briefly and sucked in a deep breath before bellowing in as deep as she could.

"Goddamn, Venus." She stuttered throwing her head back, while continuing to stroke into her at full force and smacking her ass repeatedly. "Perfect fucking pussy. Doing so good, such a good slut for me." She moaned out, biting her lip.

Paige reached to the nearby table for her phone, the sight before her too much to resist at the moment. When the flash came on, she got a nearly perfect view of Venus ass against her and her cunt complete soaking the strap. It was unbelievable.

She swore with this alone she could die a happy woman.

“So beautiful. So wet. You make me so proud, ma.” Paige babbles, staring intently into the screen.

Venus groans, pushing back against it for more. “Fuck, it feels so good, baby.” She whimpers.

She moves to prop the phone up on the bedside table, hips moving at an unruly speed to make her girl cum. Paige takes a full hand of hair in her hand and pulls it towards her, forcing Venus to rest on her sticky and sweaty chest. Her hand covers the expanse of her neck as she squeezes it and turns her face to the side so she could see Venus’s fucked out expression.

“Look at me.” The athlete instructs. Venus’s eyes blink open and she looks so angelic. Her eyes big and brown and slightly glassy from the tears that threatened to fall. “I love you so damn much.”

“I—mm fuck, Paige! I love you too.” She nodded, grinding down in the strap even harder.

Paige tosses her head back at that, the vibrations now nestled directly on her clit, her legs shook. Venus cupped her face to bring her into a kiss, her tongue entering Paige’s mouth and colliding with hers in a messy encounter. Venus moaned into her mouth, attempting to close her legs when Paige began playing with her clit, while stroking her as deep as she could.

“This my pussy?”

“Mhm!”

“Say it. Tell me it’s mine.”

“Yours— s’your pussy, baby. Fuck! Make me cum, please.” If only Venus could see the look on her face as Paige fucked her senseless. She would be so embarrassed but right now all she could think about was how badly she wanted to cum. She would tell Paige whatever she wanted to hear.

Letting go of her, Paige watched as her body dropped on the bed again. She could feel and see her trying to move away while whimpering cuss words and endearing nicknames.

"You're gonna cum, huh?" She asked rhetorically with a smirk when she looked down to see her shaking and begging for her to keep going.

"Fuck! Yes!" Venus nodded eagerly.

“Get that shit wet for me, pretty.” Paige urged, “cum on my dick, baby. You can do it.” Just before she could finish, Paige let her lay down completely and rested over her legs, pulling her arms back by the wrists so that she couldn't run from her while cumming. The strap hitting places Venus didn't even know existed.

A loud cry, along with a groan, erupted from her throat. Her core throbbed as she reached her so desired climax. It squirted out of her quickly, the cord of anticipation had finally snapped. Even Paige moaned as she stilled because the orgasm she so desperately craved had now sprayed across the bed, soaking the sheets and herself while Venus’s body shook.

"Baby..." She dragged the word out in a whisper.

The way she shook and came around her brought Paige along with her. She stalled her movements instantly, gripping onto her hips and releasing a loud moan of her name while she came against the back of the harness.

Once both of them were able to calm down and regain their breaths, Paige pulled out gently before leaning into Venus’s ear and kissing it softly.

“Say thank you.” Paige joked. Venus’s hand instantly reached behind her to swat her girlfriend in the back as a response. “I gotta remind you what manners are?”

“You’re such a fuckboy.” Venus groaned.

“You’re in love with me, tho’.” Paige replied. Her mouth pressed against Venus’s neck again before climbing off of her and flopping beside her on the bed.

“You should be saying thank you to me! Look at what I spent my day doing.” Venus spoke. Her voice was heavy and strained, but Paige still heard her loud and clear.

The blonde took another look around the room, silently laughing at how fucked up the hotel room had become; pillows and bedsheets sparkled across the floor. Some of the balloons had started to deflate, and the can of whipped cream on the floor really held comedic value.

“Thank you, V. This might be my best birthday yet.”

“We’re not togther, Paige! Quit fucking bitchin’ at me.”

Your words rang through Paige’s mind the entire drive to your apartment from the bar the two of you had gone to. You were right, there was no official title on what you and Paige were, but she thought there was at least a mutual understanding that you both weren’t to be seeing anyone else.

Apparently not though, because not only did Paige catch sight of you getting drinks from and flirting with quite a few girls throughout the night, she also watched as you dance on and exchange numbers with a girl that looked a little to too similar to herself.

“Shut the fuck up, bro. I’m not playin’ wit’ you.” She shook her head, forcing you to your knees as she sat on your couch. She had already threw off the black shirt she wore, as well as her sweats leaving her in just her boxers and nike sports bra. A strap you hadn’t seen before fit onto her hips.

She didn’t care a single bit about the pain that shot through your knees when you hit the ground, or the fact that the rubbing of your jean skirt against your thighs felt like a rope burn.

She gripped the girth in her hand, slightly slapping the side of your face with it before pushing the tip to your lips. “Get it wet for me. C’mon.” She instructed. Paige’s free hand sunk into your nicely styled hair, pulling you closer to her cock as you opened her mouth and let her slip it inside.

The silicone sat heavily on your tongue as your mouth attempted to get accustomed to the stretch. You placed your hands on Paige’s thighs, trying to set a rhythm but she didn’t like that one bit.

She sunk her hand deeper into your hair, tugging the roots and pushing your head down until you gagged.

“Keep fuckin’ playing with me.” She muttered. Paige leaned back against the couch cushions, watching you as you gagged, spit dribbling down your chin. “You’re never gon’ disrespect me like that again. You hear me?”

You were still pissed off. And your lack of muffled response let the blonde know that everything she was saying was going in one ear and out the other.

She pushed your head further, finding a pace she liked and making you suck her cock until your nose nestled against the base of the harness. You scratched at her thighs, eyes watering until they spilled over and tears stained your cheeks. The strapless top you wore now was for sure ruined, Paige didn’t even bother to pull it off you and now here you sat with saliva covering your favorite going out top.

Paige pulled you back, letting you catch your breath as you whined and tried to fight her grip on your hair. She leaned towards you, with your mouth wide she gathered her own saliva before spitting it into your mouth. She smiled at the way your eyes fluttered shut before opening again for more.

“On your back right here, baby. Hurry up.” She instructed, finally letting go of your hair. But here you were, disobeying yet again. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, frowning when you looked down at your shirt.

“Paige!” You whined. “Look at what you did.” You spoke, attempting to salvage what was left of the dirty lace material.

Paige responded with your name, she was very stern not finding you funny at the moment. “I’m tryna be nice to you right now, and you wanna piss me off. I don’t care about the fuckin’ shirt. Lay back.” She spoke through gritted teeth. Her hand gripped your arm, dragging you to where she sat on the couch and pinning you to it.

Her hands just barely rucked up your skirt, it still sat uncomfortably on your hips, but it gave her just the right amount of freedom to get a look at the crotchless panties you wore. “You were gonna let her see you like this? Gonna give my pussy away to some girl who don’t even know you like me?”

“You’re just mad because I’m right. We’re not together and that’s why— fuck!” Your sentence was cut off by the feeling of her cock slipping into you.

The size was so foreign, making your eyes go wide and your mouth fall slack. Your legs began to close and Paige pushed them open. “I’m mad at you, ‘cause you’re a fuckin’ whore.” She grunted, pushing her hips into you faster, forcing you to take every inch of the lengthy silicone.

“Wait, P. Fuck!” You moaned, reaching a hand down to her abs and she slapped it away.

She nearly laughed at you, “Nah take it, mama.” Her voice rang through your ears as she literally split you open, your legs stretched wide until you swore you could feel her hitting past your stomach. “You wanna act like a slut, you get fucked like one.

Everytime you and Paige got intimate she was so dedicated to making it a good time for the both of you, she loved being able to reach that high simultaneously. But with the way she was fucking you right now, she didn’t care. Your brattiness had been on a different level tonight and she was so angry with everything that went down, that she didn’t even think about her own pleasure.

“You’re mine. I don’t give a fuck about if it’s official or not.”

“Fuck you.”

You had effectively hammered the nail in the coffin with that one. Her cock slipped into you deeper, moans and cries of her name slipping past your lips jumbled together. Your head fell back onto the pillow behind it, attempting to claw at her nearby hand.

Paige reached for your phone by your head, effortlessly unlocking it and pressing the camera app. The flash that came from your phone illuminated your brown skin in a beautiful light. The sheen of sweat on your collarbones and an old faded hickey from a few nights before.

Her free hand abandoned your leg, heading for your shirt that you had seemingly forgotten about and tugging it to reveal your breasts.

“Look at them pretty fuckin’ titties. Play with ‘em for me.” She demanded.

For the first time tonight you quickly obeyed her commands, your hands moving to fondle your tits as an alternative to soothing the ache between your legs. Paige dropped her hand back to your knee, pushing it back slightly to give herself and the camera a much needed view of your cunt taking every inch of her lengthy strap.

“Who’s fucking you, ma?”

“You!” You cried out, gasping for something to fill your lungs and bring you back to reality. Tears slipped past your eyes and stained your cheeks. “You, daddy. Aww, fuck! I’m sorry!” You apologized, hoping that would ease her continued assault on your sopping wet pussy.

Paige laughed for real this time. The laugh so authentic and audible through the speakers of your phone. “No you’re not. You just want me to treat you like my girl again. Right? You want me to fuck you like you’re my baby, and not like the whore you decided to be tonight.”

“Mm gonna cum, Paige. That’s my spot— gonna cum!” You hiccuped.

Her thumb shamelessly zoomed in to where you covered the clear strap-on in a sheen of your cream. “You better hold that shit. I’m not playing.” She followed up her words with slowing down her insanely fast thrusts, stroking your pussy slow and deep as she gripped your chin in her hand.

“Tell the camera whose pussy this is.” She ordered. Your phone case came to view and you were nearly blinded by the light it shone in your face. “I swear to God I’ll make sure you don’t come for weeks.” She threatened. Paige knew you would struggle, in fact she was counting on it.

Your cries nearly drowned out your attempts to speak. You couldn’t focus with how slowly she was fucking you, your clit burned from lack of stimulation, and your were so embarrassed to be in this position in the first place.

“Yours, P.” You finally got out.

“Who? Say it again.”

You took a deep breath, feeling your orgasm approach fast. “Paige! Paige, it’s yours!” Your eyes rolled back and you attempted to push her off of you. She sat back a little, wrapping your legs around her waist.

Paige sped up just barely. Her focus was catching how you look on camera, just as much as she wanted to make you finish. Her hand dropped to apply pressure to your clit.

“Let me cum. Please.” Your voice came out in a hoarse whine as your covered your face in embarrassment. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll let you cum, ma. Let me see your face.” Paige’s tone was probably the nicest it had been all night. She was so turned on with the sight of your tits and your tears and the drool off your lips. She wanted to get it on camera so she could spend road trips touching herself to it. She needed it. “Fuckin’ cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

Your cum nearly shot out of you like a sprinkler, a loud moan of her name leaving your lips that you could only imagine the neighbors would hate you come morning. You wet her abs with how hard you came, the lewd sound of you squirting was picked up by your phone, even reaching the camera lens.

“Oh my God, Paige.” You breathed out, falling weakly against the couch.

She cut the video and dropped the phone, reminding herself to send it to her phone later. Paige pulled out of you gently, trying not to hurt you with how wide she just split you. The inevitable squelch it left you with made her laugh her way into your neck.

“Play with me again and I’ll send that shit to the next bitch who thinks it’s cute to buy you drinks.”

A breathy chuckle left your lips, knowing that she was joking but not knowing how much of it was really a joke. Even through your laughs, you still were focused on the cause of your argument in the first place.

“Ask me to be your girl first.”

exiting the press conference, paige's shoulders slumped with the heavy weight of defeat. she should've won, they should've won. wiping the tears stuck to her eyelashes, she leers at iowa celebrating. examining them. their smiles from ear to ear, their loud cheers. that should've been them. but it wasn't. and it was all paige's fault.

if only she was quicker. if only she was stronger on defense. if only she didn't turn her back to caitlin. if only she focused more. if only she was better.

as she walked out of the facility into the parking lot, her mind was clouded with these stubborn thoughts. they gnawed at her spirit and ate her alive, an empty void now in its place. her face mirrored emptiness. her normally beaming expression now blocked off by a stone wall.

seeing your girlfriend's staggering approach from your car, you meet her halfway, embracing her in a warm hug. paige's usual passionate reciprocation was missing and that's when you knew something was wrong.

peering at her from your position on her chest, you take in her state. bloodshot eyes, tear stained cheeks and a seemingly permanent pout. you shouldn't really be thinking this but she looks so cute.

"c'mon, baby, let's go home" you murmur softly, pulling her gently towards the car and leading her in.

the drive home is filled with deafening silence. paige's gaze was faced towards the window, her expression hardening with every passing minute. you tried to think of all the possible ways to initiate a conversation, but you were stumped. you didn't want her feeling any worse.

so you settled for a reassuring touch, placing your hand on her thigh. initially, she flinches at the touch before slowly relaxing. relieved, you count this as a small victory and continue the journey home.

as soon as you walk through the door, you lead her to your shared bedroom. sitting her at the edge of the bed, you straddle her lap and wrap your arms around her neck. "baby, i'm so proud of you" you whisper. she looks apprehensive and shrugs off your comment. "no you're not, i sucked out there. we literally lost, babe, i don't know what you're talking about.

let me show you baby you whisper sultrily. her pupils dilate at your suggestive tone, body already submitting herself to you. pressing against her chest softly, you lay her on the bed, following suit.

on top of her, you shamelessly stare at her. taking in her ocean blue eyes, her hair still tightly braided and that cute pout still resting on her lips. "you did so good, baby" you murmur, leaving feather-like kisses across her face before move towards her earlobe. "m' so proud of you, so fucking proud, princess" kissing behind her ear you whisper sweet nothings into the canal.

"love how hard you work all the time" kissing her neck. "love how passionate you are" you hum, taking time to suck on her neck, leaving purple hues of love. her reaction is all the better. body arching of the bed to give you more access. soft, breathy moans escaping her mouth as if going any louder would break the sound barrier.

"you're an asset to the team, baby, dare i say the best one there" she chuckles sadly at your testament. "barely. i screwed up the whole game, ma" you ignore her, continuing your teasing journey down her body.

when you get to her chest you tug at her jersey. "off". the simple command has her scrambling to remove the offending apparel and the sight you're met with has your mouth watering.

she's beautiful. her body almost teasingly adorned with muscles, her summer tan cascading her normally pale skin. "you're so fucking pretty" you breathe out in awe. paige looks up at you with a shy smile, a dust of pink coating her cheeks. "stop" she whines, drawing out the word. you chuckle lightly and place a chaste kiss to her mouth. "never."

flicking the strap of her sports bra, you silently demand her to take it off. ever so well-behaved, she goes to remove it, leaving her chest bare and leaving you wanting more. your lips latch onto her nipple, tongue circling her protruding bud. your free hand comes to play with the other one.

below you, paige is a writhing mess. whines and whimpers flow out of her mouth like a broken dam. "please baby, please wan' more" she lazily babbles, already drunk on pleasure. "tell me what you want baby, m'not gonna read your mind, am i?" you tease, going back to attacking her nipples.

"wanna feel good baby, please make me feel good" she whines, her face bright and red. "so polite, princess" you purr. "m'gonna make you feel so good, hm?" she nods in approval as you tug at her basketball shorts, pulling them down her waist and sculpted legs.

chucking the shorts across the room, you're met with the sight of paige's soaked panties. her slick has made a wet patch on the cotton underwear, a testament of her arousal. reaching for your hand, she brings it down to cup her pussy with it. "touch me, please need it so bad" and who were you to turn away a wet dog?

"oh fuck" paige's wanton moans reverberates throughout the room. you've taken position between her thighs, two finger pumping her soaking cunt. "just like that, feels so good", she whines mindlessly. your gaze is stuck on her face. each twist of pleasure sends a throb to your own heat. "yeah, baby, you like that?" you tease, egging her on. "uh huh!" she whimpers, a high-pitched sound leaving her parted lips.

seeing that she's a little too comfortable, you add another finger, curling them deep within her. "shittt" paige's head lolls back, her eyes following. you chuckle condescendingly at her. "am i that good baby?" too high on pleasure to recognise your teasing undertone, she nods.

you increase the pace of your fingers, your thumb joining on her clit and placing firm circles on the bud. paige's breath quickens, her hips bucking erratically, her eyes squeezed shut, her back arching off the sheets. she's close. moving from your place between her legs, you travel up her body, still pumping in and out of her.

once you reach her ear you lean in, a plan in mind. "so proud of you baby. did so good out there and you're being so good for me now princess. look how good you're taking my fingers, such a good girl for me, hm?" she wordlessly nods, drowning in the endless pleasure you're giving her. "look at me when i'm talking to you baby, don't be rude" you demand.

instantly, her eyes shoot open. their bleary and dilated, occasionally fluttering and rolling back in pleasure. "tell me how good i'm making you feel princess" you urge. "so fucking good baby, love your fingers" she pants out, drawing in fast, shallow breaths. "yeah? you gonna cum for me? gonna make a mess on my fingers?" she nods repeatedly "yeah, yeah. m'gonna cum so hard. m'so fucking close, fuck"

her legs start to shake and her moans increase in volume. she's grabbing onto the wrist of the hand that's giving her this pleasure. "m'gonna cum, fuck, fuck, i'm cumming!" and with that her back is arching of the bed and she's releasing a waterfall onto your hand. you continue to slowly pump your fingers through her high, her body shaking in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm.

"did that feel good baby?" you ask with a smile on your face. "so good" she replies short and sharp. "good, cus i'm gonna make you feel even better.

"uh uh, keep your legs open for me sweetheart" you reprimand. paige is on her 4th orgasm of the night, you reclaiming your position between her thighs and eating her out to your heart's content. "you've been so good for me, r'you gonna be a brat now baby?" paige shakes her head frantically. "no! m'gonna be good, m'sorry i'll be good" before latching onto her pussy once again, you murmur a soft 'good girl'.

though you've had your tongue in her cunt nearly the whole night, your passion doesn't deplete. with every movement of your tongue, your head follows, sucking contendly and savouring her taste. you groan into her heat, drunk on her slick. "taste so good my love, could eat you out every day" and it's true, her taste will never get old.

before you know it, paige is bucking her hips against your mouth again, legs kicking out and toes curling. "cumming baby, gonna cum on your face" she warns. you hum in acknowledgment into her pussy, sending electric vibrations through her body. as she gets closer her stomach tightens with that feeling. she's so close. you take her clit between your teeth and softly bite it before soothing it with your tongue. that's what breaks her.

she's cumming with a loud cry of your name, shrieking in pleasure. as she comes down from her 4th high of the night, she wears a loopy and satisfied grin on her face. you crawl up her frame until your sitting on her stomach. holding her face between your palms, you lock your lips with hers in a lust-filled kiss.

tongues fighting, teeth clashing. it's messy. and you love it. breaking away from the kiss you study her face. "think you can take one more for me? wanna make sure you know how proud i am" she buries her head in your chest, weighing her options. not long after, you feel her nod against you. smiling you hop off her lap and into the closet, leaving her with only her thoughts.

"absolutely not" she deadpans. in your hand is a strap, her strap. "why not baby, it'll feel good i promise" she shakes her head in defiance. "no, that'll have me moaning like a bitch" she whines, hiding her face in her hands. "princess, your acting like you haven't been doing that this entire time" later, with much persuasion she agrees.

you coat the silicone cock with a generous amount of lube, wanting your baby to be comfortable. "fuck, i'm scared" she laughs out nervously. you caress her face with your non-lube-stained hand. "don't be, you trust me don't you?" she nods against your palm. "good"

taking position between her legs for the umpteenth time of the night, you spread them apart. you take the strap in your hand and rub it teasingly against her heat. "stop teasing" she whines, arm slung over her eyes. deciding to take it easy on her you oblige and sink slowly into her wet cunt.

"fuckkk" she sighs out, her eyebrows knitted, her hips shifting uncomfortably. you shush her, ensuring it'll feel good in a second. after letting her adjust, you shallowly thrust into her, letting the tip of the strap meet her hilt. her uncomfortable groans soon turn into pleasured whimpers. each thrust punches a new sound out of her mouth and soon, she sinking into the bed, indulging in pleasure.

“m’so fucking proud of you” you grunt with your thrusts. “you’re so hardworking, so talented, so fucking beautiful, right baby?” she moans wordlessly, too distracted to answer you. you slow down your thrusts. “i asked you a question princess are you gonna answer me?” she snaps out of her daze and frantically nods. “yes, yes baby. you’re right” satisfied you speed up your thrusts again, “good girl”

seeing the tired look on your girl's face, you decide to make her orgasm come sooner. lifting up her leg, you place it on your shoulder, creating an angle that causes you to slide deeper into her. “fuck, right there!” she cries out. “right there baby?” you tease “is that where i should’ve been this whole time?” "uhn huh!" she whines out, flinging her arm over her eyes again and bringing her other hand to her core.

desperate for release, paige places harsh rubs against her clit. "close baby? gonna cum on my cock?" the sound on skin slapping on skin, and the lewd squelches of paige's arousal fill the room. "yeah. m'gonna cum on your cock. gonna make a mess. fuck, love this cock" she pants out, speeding her ministrations on her puffy clit.

it's amazing to see how a once so reluctant paige has turned into a whiny, desperate mess. "fuck, i'm cumming!" she screams out, eyes shut. "look at me baby, look at me when you cum on my cock." like clockwork, she opens her eyes and stares into yours. with your intense eye contact, you see the very moment the tension brakes. her eyes rolling back, her mouth lolling open.

it's like time freezes for just a moment. the movement of paige's body on the bed is sporadic as she succumbs to her orgasm. unlike her previous one's, she's squirting. ropes of arousal shoot out and onto you. "fuckkk. holy shit, am i pissing?!" she asks, as enamored as you are. you shake your head laughing. "fuck, look at that" you say, expressing your awe.

once she's come down from her high, you gently pull out, eliciting a wince from her. "you know how proud i am now, baby?" you ask. "hell yeah, you really showed me"

The blonde shook her head, "How 'bout you turn around and i'll get you looking that way."

"Oh, good idea!" you grinned, twisting around in the sand. You were silent for a moment, giving her a chance to take a few photos before you glanced around. "Should I change my pose?" you asked.

"Turn around!" she laughed, her other hand quickly retreating from her pocket. You were making this harder than it needed to be without even knowing it. You had your own thoughts running wildly through your head. Your curls were up in a bun on the top of your head, and concealed within the bun was a ring tied to a string.

You had no where else to put it.

You had everything all planned out; you'd start by telling her how much she means to you, how the thought of settling down used to make you nervous but now you could do it with confidence because that's how secure she makes you feel. You'd tell her how proud you are of her basketball career and that she stayed true to herself, to God, and to you. You'd thank her for the patience she had with you and your journey through medical school. All the late nights she had stayed up with you to help you study for exams even though she had practice early the next morning. You'd express to her how you had never felt more certain of a decision than you did right now, and that's when you'd do it. You'd take your hair down as majestically as you could muster, and then you'd get down on one knee and ask her, the love of your life, to marry you.

You spun around on your heel, "Okay, let me see them now."

You looped your arm with hers as she swiped through the pictures, favoriting a few as she went by. When she got to the last one, she smiled and shut her phone off, staring down at you. It was the perfect moment, and you would've taken advantage of it if Paige hadn't decided to interrupt it instead.

"You wanna do a fit check?"

"Aren't you supposed to do that before you go out?" you quirked your eyebrow, but the blonde wasn't listening. She was already heading away from the water and toward a couple of rocks that she could set the phone up on.

"You go first." She clicked the tiny pink button and backed up to you.

"How long is this?"

"I put it on ten minutes," she laughed, gently nudging your shoulder with her hand. "Now go."

"Okay guys, this dress is from Hello Molly, all my jewelry and stuff I got from a little shop here, and my heels," you pointed to the shoes that Paige still had dangling from her fingers, "are Christian Louboutin."

She kissed your temple briefly.

"Aight so the shirt and the shorts is a gucci set 'cus y'know I keep it fresh, the shoes are from StockX, and.....the ring is from Verragio."

You stared at the camera for a moment with a smile before turning to look at her outfit. You remembered the day you had picked out the set for her, casually pointing out how you liked the patterns on it as you walked past. Next thing you knew, she was at the register with it in her hands. But there was something else you noticed about her, about her hands; she wasn't wearing any rings.

"What ring?" you frowned.

She reached into her pocket, taking a deep breath as she pulled it out. "This one."

Your eyes widened as she held up the box, her hands trembling slightly. Paige's eyes searched yours, her expression a mix of hope and nervousness. She didn't wait for you to say anything, she was afraid that if she didn't get the words out immediately then she would never have the chance to.

"For as long as i've known you, you've always been the one to make me feel understood. You know exactly what to say after i've had a bad, you never complain about having to massage my back, or my legs, or my feet," she flashed that familiar gummy smile. "You always stay late with me at the gym when I wanna get in some extra reps, you offer to grab my rebounds and play one on one with me even though you don't know a thing about basketball. All that matters to you is that i'm happy.

I love how you never let us go to bed angry at each other, how all your apologies always start off with you offering me food. I love how you anytime you try a new recipe or make a new sauce, you always want me to test it — even though you know it's already perfect. You're always doin' spontaneous things like cutting your hair or taking random trips. I love how determined you are — like you're the only person I know who has the mental capacity to go through medical school. You're so strong willed and independent, and those are things that i've always admired about you. Those are the traits I want you to give our children...someday...in the far future.

You know it's gonna pay off in the long run, and I love how you focus on that instead of how stressful the work is that you're putting in now. But most importantly, I love the way you love me. You make me feel heard, you make me feel seen. And if the world were to end right now, I'd spend my last breath telling you how much I love you. I want you to know that I see you too. I want you to make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me."

It was then that Paige got down on one knee, opening the velvet box and revealing the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen. A white gold, square diamond ring, the kind you had always talked about wanting when you'd go on your tangents about getting engaged. Paige had been listening the entire time, she had heard you. She was staring up at you with red-brimmed eyes, she had started crying. You were crying too, you weren't sure when you had started.

"Baby," she whispered, voice trembling. "Will you marry me?"

Your hand moved to cover your mouth, to cover the choked up cry that you had let out. You had been planning to propose, you hadn't planned on being proposed to. You had come to realize that it was an entirely different set of emotions to prepare for. You fanned for face to dry the tears, laughing and rolling your eyes at her.

"On one condition," you say, reaching up to pull your hair tie from your bun. Shaking your hair loose, you catch the string before it falls to the sand. You hold it up to her, her eyebrows furrowing. It caught the light, a simple yet elegant band that perfectly captured her style—understated, but undeniably beautiful. "You marry me first."

She stood abruptly, glancing back and forth between you and the ring. A breathless laugh escaped her, "You're unbelievable."

You threw your head back and laughed as well, "Dude! I had it all planned out and you beat me to you!"

"You told me you wanted me to propose to you! Forgive me for not expecting you to pull a ring our your hair!"

The two of you were smiling uncontrollably, your cheeks beginning to hurt. Paige's hands were in yours, her lip between her teeth.

"What do you say?" you beamed.

"Yes! Wha— yes!"

You slipped the ring onto her shaking fingers, and she did the same to yours. You squealed at the way the diamonds caught the light, sparkling with a brilliance that seemed to echo the joy in your heart. Paige laughed, the sound full of relief and happiness, her own eyes transfixed by the ring now resting on her hand.

Paige’s smile widened, and she pulled you into a tight embrace, the warmth of her body the only thing keeping you from practically floating with excitement. You were both trembling, hearts racing in sync, as if they too were celebrating this perfect moment.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were misty with happy tears. "I love you so much," she said, her voice catching.

She leaned in, pressing her forehead to yours, and you could feel the cool metal of the rings against your skin. The world around you seemed to slow, the moment stretching out, filled with nothing but the two of you and the love that connected your hearts.

"I love you more."

“Let's gooooo!!! Suck it, Kamorea!!” Paige shouts, standing from the couch and throwing her controller down before doing a victory lap around the dorm room. KK rolls her eyes at the blonde's antics and turns to her phone on the desk.

It'd been a while since all the girls had been able to really hang out, but since summer sessions had just ended, you decided a little gathering was well deserved. You invited the team to your apartment to chill, which is what led you to now; sitting next to your girlfriend on the couch, watching KK and Paige play rocket league, occasionally laughing at the comments that came from KK's live. You and Morgan weren't public yet, so you made sure you stayed a safe distance away from her so as to not raise suspicions.

You were doing an okay job, having to stop yourself from lacing your fingers with hers. Aubrey was at the desk, monitoring the comments, reading a couple out loud, and ignoring the out of pocket ones. You watched as Paige ran out of the room shouting, probably bothering anybody who was possibly sleeping. You can't help but giggle when you hear her being scolded by Azzi in the kitchen.

What you don't see is Morgan staring at you, hearts in her eyes, watching the way your eyes squint close and the way the corners of your mouth crease as you laugh. Aubrey sees it, though, and so do the other 1,527 viewers. Aubrey turns around and looks at Morgan, wordlessly waiting for her to stop looking at you. When she eventually does, Aubrey makes a face, and her eyes flick to the phone screen.

You look between them, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What, what happened?”

“Nothing.” The girls say in unison. Morgan clears her throat, trying to will the blush that had crept onto her face. KK turned around and smirked.

“Morrrrgggiieeeeee,” She teased, drawing a laugh from Aubrey and an eye roll from the freshman.

“Oookay!” Morgan stood up abruptly, the blanket you were sharing, falling off of her. “Where are you going?” You ask, pouting as she walked towards the door.

“Just to the kitchen, you need anything?” She turns, sliding her phone in her right pocket. You smile at her gesture. “Just some chips, if we have any.” She nods before walking out.

“I'm all good, thanks for asking, Morgie!” KK calls after her, Aubrey shaking her head as she turns back to the phone. “Shut up, KK!” Morgan calls back.

Paige comes back into the room with a pout on her face. “What's wrong with you?” You ask as she plops down on the couch next to you, opposite where Morgan was sitting. “Azzi is being mean.”

“Me telling you not to sit on me is not being mean!!” A voice calls.

“Whatever.” Paige groans, pulling her phone out.

You shake your head before going on your phone. You already feel your stomach tighten in the absence of the love of your life. You both have been dating for eight months, and it's been everything you wanted and more. It didn't take long for the team to figure it out, and as soon as they did, they teased you both relentlessly. You couldn't even smile at your phone without them asking if it was Morgan. Granted, it always was, but that's besides the point.

You think about the moments you've had with her. Whether it's playing 1 on 1 with her at 2 am, because she couldn't sleep or sitting next to each other on the couch after an argument, talking out your feelings. You think about the times she would leave the house when you were sick to get the medicine you wanted, even if you already had some that would've worked just the same. You think about the subtle sparks that burned until they were blazing inferno whenever you grazed each other during a game or at a party. You think about the heated makeout sessions that turned into more and you think about the slow, lazy kisses you shared while drifting in and out of consciousness.

Where is she?

You're about three seconds from getting up and searching for Morgan when she walks in with four bags of chips and a bottle of water. “Wha- why do you have so many?” You question.

The brunette gives you one of her dopey grins before as she sets them on the table. “I didn't know which one you wanted, so I brought one of each.” You can't hide the smile that sneaks its way to your face as you take the water from her. “Thank you, ba- Morgie.” You correct yourself quick enough that only the girl in front of you could hear it. Her eyes are wide with amusement. “You're welcome.” She says, plopping down next to you.

KK turns around and looks at the chips in Morgan's hand. “Whipped.” Is all she mutters and the other girls burst into giggles, including yourself.

Morgan grabs a pillow and throws it at her, hitting her in the back of the head. KK glares at her, and Morgan sticks her tongue out.

“Girl boo!”

“If Morgan could pass the ball like that, Coach would stop making us run suicides.” Paige muttered quietly, but not quiet enough because the room erupted with laughter. You place your hand on the freshman’s thigh, patting her lovingly as she glared at you, who was struggling to stifle your laughter. You bit your lip, and Morgan's eyes trailed to them, and suddenly, your breath hitched.

“Not too much on my kid, c’mon, yall.” Aubrey says, giggles escaping her lips. She glances at the comments, some people talking about the way Morgan was looking at you. She ignores them. “You act your any better, P, how do you miss a layup?”

“Woah! There were two people next to me!” Paige defends herself.

“Please, they were practically social distancing. You had plenty of room.” You say, earning a glare from her. You attempt to ignore the girl on the other side of you, whose arm is subtly wrapping itself around your waist from behind. You raise your eyebrows as you turn to Morgan, astonished by her boldness. She ignores you and pretends to be on her phone.

The night drags on as KK has started the talent show. Paige migrated to the floor after telling Aubrey she could get more kills than her in fortnite. You've sprawled out, legs where Paige once was, head in your girlfriend's lap. The day was starting to catch up to you as you started to drift in and out of consciousness, and Morgan, running her hands through your hair delicately, was lulling you to sleep. Despite your efforts to fight sleep, she could feel your body relax when you nodded off and tense up again when you realized you'd done so.

A small smile made home on her lips as she leaned down to your ear. “You tired?” she asked, pausing her hand movements. You shook your head. “Mmm-mmm. Wide awake, you?” You mumble. She scoffs playfully, resuming her hands.

“Do you wanna go to your room?” she whispers. “No.” You say. “‘m good right here.”

“Go to sleep, then.” She hums. You nod sheepishly before drifting off once more.

You'd been asleep for no longer than five minutes, before KK was yelling at Paige, who was trying to beat Aubrey's five kills in Fortnite.

“Paige, go left! There's like three peop- no! Your other left! Dumba-”

“Watch your mouth!” Aubrey yells before KK finishes the word. Just then, Paige gets a kill, and she exclaims loudly.

“Let's go!!!” She shouts before locking back in.

“Could yall quiet down?” Morgan says, causing Aubrey and KK to look at her, then glance at you, dozing off again, before looking at each other. “Is she really sleeping, right now? It's only 8:30.” KK laughs. Aubrey giggles. “Guess my kid is a grandmother.”

Morgan shakes her head, looking down at you. “No, just between school and practice, she hasn't been sleeping well.”

She can't help the smile that crawls onto her face as she glances down at you, eyes fluttered shut peacefully. The peace had been missing from your features for weeks, and been replaced with furrowed brows and stressed wrinkles.

KK and Aubrey look at each other before bursting out in loud laughter, waking you up once more, causing you to groan.

“She's so whipped, bro.” Paige mutters, her eyes never leaving the screen. This only eggs the other girls on, everybody forgetting about the now 2,000 people watching them on the other side of their phone screens.

"I know you're not talking." Morgan shoots back.

"Ay, not too much." Paige laughs.

Morgan rolls her eyes at the girls before leaning back down to your ear. “Let's go to bed, sweetheart.” She mumbles.

You don't even try to fight it this time. You just hum and sheepishly sit up before leaning your head back on the couch and letting your eyes close once more. At this point, nobody cared about the live, it being long forgotten on the desk.

Morgan patted your thigh before standing up. “Come on, pretty girl, let's get you to bed.” You whine as she wraps her arms around your back, pulling you up to your feet. “No..” You slur, your voice muffled by her shirt. She laughs as you reluctantly wrap your arms around her neck, and she taps the back of your thighs to signal you to jump, and you oblige. KK eyes widen, looking at you guys, then back at the live, watching people slowly start to freak out.

“Do I need to-” She cuts herself off when she sees Morgan shaking her head. “Don't worry about it. It was bound to happen.” She offers a small smile before kissing your head and walking out of the room. She hears the girls laughing in shock before she closes the door behind her. She earns giggles from Ice, Azzi, Ayanna, and Jana, who are playing a quiet game of UNO.

It's almost funny how easily she carried you to your bed, laying you down before standing back up. You whine and lift your arms up to her, signaling you want her to stay. She laughs before kissing your cheek. “I'll be right back, baby, hold on.”

Morgan walks out of the room and back into the room with KK. She gathers your phone, as well as the empty bags of chips and other trash that had gathered. “Bro, Morgan, come give these people a backstory so I can stop avoiding these comments.” the shorter girl groans. Morgan, Paige, and Aubrey laugh as she makes her way next to KK.

She squints as the questions roll in. “How long have y'all been dating?” She reads. “Uhhh- almost a year.” she smiles as she answers.

“Who said ‘I love you first?’” KK reads, turning to Morgan, who's blushing.

“Me, but she knew first. She just didn't tell me.” She rolls her eyes playfully.

“Okay, okay, that's enough. This is not Morgan's live, and I'm not bouta sit here and listen to this story again.” She complains. Morgan sends her a glare before backing up. “Whatever, she's waiting for me, anyway. Goodnight, Live.” She smiles and waves. “Night, Morgie.” KK says, directing her attention back to the TV screen.

“Night.” Aubrey offers. Morgan looks at the blonde. “Goodnight, Paige.”

All she gets is a grunt. She rolls her eyes before walking back out and offering the other girls goodnight.

She walked back into your room to find you right where she left you. She smiles as she kisses your cheek, waking you up gently. “Get under the blanket, baby.” She whispers. You move automatically, still sleep.

She crawls onto you, pulling the blanket over you both. She put all of her weight on you, her face in the crook of your neck, where she presses a kiss. “Goodnight. Love you.” She whispers. All she gets is a hum back, but she doesn't miss the way your arms wrap around her body, holding her securely onto her.

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ONE

“Baby, that doesn't even make any fucking sense.” KK rubs her forehead in frustration. It's date night for you two, and you've made the mistake of revealing how much you've spent on makeup in the last month to her.

“It's not even that much, bro.” You say, rolling your eyes. KK's eyes glance between yours and the road, jaw dropping. “You're telling me that spending two hundred dollars on makeup within a month doesn't bother your conscience-no, your bank account in the slightest?!”

You smile, eyes falling to your hands in your lap. “What?” KK asked, your change in demeanor noticeable. When you didn't answer she asked again.

“What?! What's funny?!” You look at her, shrug and smile. “My bank account feels fine.” Her face drops.

“I bought that, didn't I?”

You smile a little harder, if that was even possible. “You did indeed.” She sighs and shakes her head, a small smile placed on her face.

At her silence, you start to feel a little guilty, even though she never had a problem with it, it is her money.

“Is that okay…? I can return it- I'm sure they'll take it back, I've barely-”

Her hand on your thigh cuts you off, rubbing comforting circles. “Baby, baby, it's okay*. What's mine is yours.” She said softly.

“But two hundred is a lot of money.” You say your voice level lowering.

“And I'd give millions more if it means you can buy whatever you want.” She smiles, her hand cupping your face, pulling you into a quick kiss. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

“So… how many things did you get for two hundred?” You're silent once more.

“Nevermind. I don't even wanna know.”

TWO

It's been three hours since KK had invited Paige, Ice, and Jana over to hang out. The first couple hours were spent playing Fortnite, and it left you bored out of your mind. Just when you thought they'd get off the game and do something else, Paige suggested 2k.

Which is why you're currently in the kitchen messing with anything you can get your hands on. You're bored out of your mind, and desperately need some type of stimulation, but you don't want to stop the girls from having fun.

You've already done the laundry, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned your KK room, and now you were in the kitchen messing with anything possible. It was already clean, so you were just doing the dishes. You were drying a glass cup, when it slipped out of your hand, shattering on the ground. You gasp in surprise as the shards of glass prick your leg, one larger piece breaking the skin in your shin.

Immediately, KK is throwing the controller on the couch, sprinting over to you. Her eyes are filled with concern, softening when she sees you're okay, but the concern lingering when she notices the blood on your leg.

“Baby, what happened? Are you okay?” She says, eyes dragging up and down your body, double checking for more possible injuries. You smile, but it falters when you feel your leg sting.

“Yeah, I just cut my leg.” You wince as you lean back on the counter. At this point, the other three girls have joined you both in the kitchen, hearing the commotion as well.

“Woah, what the hell’d you do?” Ice asked, attempting to hide her laugh, but failing. KK glares at her before turning back to you. “Here, sit on the counter…Paige, can you grab the first aid kit?”

KK lifts you onto the counter. “Why me?? Make Ice do it, she's the one laughing!” You smile as KK turns to Paige slowly. KK doesn't say anything, but Paige gets the hint, rolling her eyes as she goes to the bathroom.

“KK, it's fine, just a little scratch, let me clean up the mess.” She looks at you standing between your thighs stopping you from standing. “Fuck no. Jana can do that.”

“What? I'm not doing jack shit.”

“I'll give you twenty bucks.”

Jana opens the cabinet, grabbing the broom and beginning to sweep. Paige walks in, giggling at Jana, who shoots her a warning look, before handing the first aid kit to KK.

You smile as KK lifts your leg gently, pulling the tiny pieces of glass out of your shin. She soothingly rubs your leg as you wince. “I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry.”

Giggles echo, stopping when KK turns around. “Can y’all get the fuck out?” The three promptly disappear into the living room, quiet mockings of KK’s voice reaching your ears. “I can still hear you!” KK shouts, rolling her eyes.

You stare at her as she finishes pitching up your leg. Her eyes eventually meet yours, scanning your face. “What?” She asks.

You shake your head, pulling her flush against the counter, her body standing between your legs, her hands instinctively migrating to your thighs.

“You're so cute.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. She smiles, burying her head in your neck, groaning loudly. She always gets flustered when you compliment her.

You laugh before she pulls back, kissing you deeply. “You're so sexy.”

“Mm… am I?” You ask seductively. KK nods, leaning to your lips. You sigh into the kiss, her hands wandering to your waist as yours find their way to her jaw.

She pulls away from your lips, immediately attaching her lips to your neck. She sucks lightly, kissing the marks that would inevitably end up there.

“KK..” She hums against your skin, continuing her gentle assault on your neck. “KK.” You say more sternly this time.

You laugh as she huffs and pulls away. “Later, baby, later.” She pouts, kissing you once more before helping you down.

You both walk into the living room, all the girls busy on their phone. KK leans into you, her lips dangerously close to your ear. “They wouldn't even have noticed.”

You slap her arm. “You're so fucking horny.” You roll your eyes.

“For you? Always?”

“Ugh, you're corny too.” You say, walking over to the couch, ignoring how turned on you are.

THREE

The team had just had an amazing game against South Carolina, so naturally, they went out clubbing. The Huskies went from bar to bar, dancing and drinking at one before moving to another. Classic bar-hopping.

At this point, you are far from being sober and KK was almost as drunk as you. That didn't stop her from being an amazing girlfriend.

When she recognized you both were plastered, she called an Uber and slurred a destination to the driver. You both made your way to the car, before you winced at the ache of your feet.

KK noticed immediately because she always did, and guided you to the nearest bench. “What're ya doin’?” You asked as she struggled to take your shoes off.

“Taking your shoes off. We’re switching.” She said it like it was obvious. You shake your head. “You don't have to do that.” You mumble.

It's too late now, she's already putting her shoes on your feet, tying the laces tight.

“I know. I want to.” She says, helping you up, your heels in one hand, leaving her in her socks.

“KK- socks? Really? At least put the heels on.”

“I'm already drunk as fuck, we wouldn't even make it to the car if I was in these fuckers. I truly don't know how you've been in them all night.”

You giggle as you interlink your arm with hers, leaning your weight on her.

“Thank you.” You smile up at her appreciatively.

She looks down at you, eyes filled with what can only be described as undying love. “Of course, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

A comfortable silence settles between you both.

“Would you ever wear the heels so-” You begin.

“No.”

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"ew, don't say chat. you sound like some teenage streamer," you make a face of disgust before laughing. emily just shrugs. turning you to face her instead of the phone.

"but baby, that's what you call it," she blinks at you. acting confused until you stand on your tippy toes to peck her lips. emily pecks you back, licking her lips afterwards before looking at your phone screen. you move away from the kitchen island to go to the fridge. your body barely still in frame. emily looks at the comments coming through on the live, chuckling at a few.

"what we about to do? cook-" before emily could finish her sentence fully, you chim in. coming into the frame fully, holding the tomatoes needed to make the pizza sauce. "we are about to cook because emily was starving so bad and was just so hungry. go ahead, tell them what you told me when you came home," your tone sounds annoyed but there is obvious fondness underneath.

"aye, the chat said stop being mean to me," emily crosses her arms across her chest as she looks at you.

"the chat should be on my side."

"thought chat was for teenage streamers?"

"dear god, be quiet before i don't cook and go to bed. you can do this all on your own if you want."

"what? babeee, noo," the american player moves to pull you close by the waist. leaning down to kiss the top of your head; a usual emily apology. obviously you accept it. a bashful smile on your lips as you try to push her away but those muscles of hers aren't just for show, keeping you close easily.

emily sighs before shaking her head, "okay, chat. when i came home i begged my beautiful amazing so spectacular girlfriend to cook for me and cried when she said she didn't feel like it. even though i know how to cook, but it's just better when she does it." the confession makes the live explode with comments. with most making fun of emily (lovingly) and some relating to the feeling of wanting your girlfriend to do things for you.

a playfully smug smile sits on your lips, "there. she admitted it guys, she can't live without me."

"i didn't say all that.."

"i will stab you with this knife i'm about to grab," you gesture to the knife block on the counters behind you two. emily immediately starts talking to the chat, "i told y'all she's always threatening me."

"only when you're bad, babes," you chuckle. getting out of her grasp to grab two knives from the knife block. setting one down in front of emily, slapping her hand when she tries to grab it.

"no touching until i get the cutting boards," you set down your knife. opening the counter to grab two cutting boards (all while emily stands there with her arms crossed). putting them onto the island, one in front of emily and one in front of you. then you grab the tomatoes, setting them near your phone. not too close though so you two can still see the comments coming in.

"now you can touch."

emily and you get into a small routine of cutting the tomatoes. answering questions at the same time with the basketball player answering most of them.

"i don't know who keeps asking what we're cooking, but guys c'mon now.. i said it so many times. we're making pizza," emily sighs. halfway through with her tomato pile, she decides it's the best time to bother you while you're focused on finishing yours.

"babe, chat said why is my hair up even though i'm in my own home. should i tell them how you hate my hair and told me you would cut it off if i bought it anywhere near your kitchen?" she smiles at you like she didn't just say the most out of pocket lie ever. you give her a warning glare, not even answering her before going back to cutting. however, of course emily couldn't be satisfied with that. she needs a reaction so she starts to poke you in the shoulder.

"babe"

you don't answer her.

"babe"

another glare.

"babeeee."

"all i know is that if you keep touching me, i'm going to cut off your hand. now stop being childish and finish chopping those tomatoes before nobody will be eating tonight," you finally answer. slapping her hand away. she doesn't even flinch, just smiling.

"my girlfriend is being mean to me again." she turns her attention to the camera, a great relief to you. obviously the chat comes to her defense again but you tell them off by threatening to end the live all together.

the two of you continue to make the pizza. eventually you get out the small roll of cheese out of the fridge, forcing emily to grate it. while you smash the tomatoes up for the sauce.

emily is still answering more comments and she's having fun with it too:

ilovelesbians178 who do you wish would visit you more?

"hailey. that blonde chick never come over here, but it's okay, i know she's all superstar now."

emilysdutchbraids is your natural hair color actually blonde or what

"uh, i always say my hair is naturally blonde with dark roots but i might be lying.. nobody gotta know."

y/n&emilyop why is your tall strong ass the one grating cheese while y/n's tiny self is smashing the tomatoes?

emily starts laughing so hard that you look over at her. she gives you a look back before shaking her head, "yeah, nah, i don't know why i'm the one grating cheese. this is really not a good fit for me, huh?"

you look at her again, your brows furrowed as you stand there confused.

"ems, what are you talking about?" your arms are crossed across your chest. you come closer to her, looking at your phone to check the live comments. emily tries to turn you away from looking at the screen, laughing, "nothing, baby. people just don't get why your tinsy pinsy self is smashing tomatoes while my giant self is grating cheese."

the playful mocking in her tone makes you gasp. quick to slap her shoulder, she lets out an ow!

"babyyy, i didn't do anything," her tone sounds sad but emily is literally smiling at you and is so close to laughing that you can hear in her voice. "i was just reading the comments," is her excuse.

you slap her shoulder again before moving away from her. "yeah, sure. you're so innocent and totally didn't read it out on purpose. shut up and make the dough since you're so big and strong," you get out the ingredients needed or at least try to as emily follows you around the kitchen like a lost puppy. if you're trying to grab the oil out of the cabinet? she's blocking it. you're trying to get the yeast out? again emily is there blocking it. you try to push her away, hitting her on the shoulder again but she always just laughs.

"i get way worse fouls in games than that little hit, baby," she smirks at you. normally that smirk would be so attractive but you are so blinded by irritation but right now you are this close to kicking emily out of the kitchen.

you decide to go a different route than hitting. going straight for her stomach as you tickle her. emily nearly screams in surprise, almost knocking over a bunch of stuff, you two should have been cleaned, off of the counter as she tries to get away from you.

you stick out your tongue at her once she gets away. coming back over to your phone to check the comments.

"emily acts like a bad ass kid. oh, yeah, we all know that," you say. giggling once emily comes back close to you, her arms crossed across her chest.

"and i don't know why she's next to me right now trying to manipulate me into saying a compliment. you can cross your arms until the day you die, miss pretzel," you sass. laughing once she tries to tickle you but you dodge out of the way.

"babe, it's not fair! you got me!"

"you were in the way!"

"nuh uh."

"nuh huh!"

emily lets out a long sigh, frowning at your phone screen. "my girlfriend literally hates me right now guys," she says.

"do not. now be quiet and help me finish making this pizza. it's getting late." emily listens to you, finally taking the cooking seriously.

it takes way quicker now to finish up making the pizza that emily is acting like she got some sense. finally, emily moves away from the island so that she can slide the pizza in the oven while you talk to the live.

"alright guys, we are about to go lay on the couch and wait for this pizza to cook. emily has drained all of the energy out of me so i'm ending the live here. love you guys! thanks for paying attention to emily's annoying ass and me." emily is able to get in a wave before you cut off the live. shaking your head as you turn to face her. leaning against the kitchen island.

"what is it, baby?" she comes close, grabbing onto your hips.

"you're sleeping on the couch tonight," you say. leaning away once she tries to kiss you. easily getting out of her grasp this time, starting to walk over to the living room. emily still stands in the kitchen with her arms now crossed across her chest.

"and you can stop doing that crossing your arms across your chest shit! it doesn't work, baby," you shout, looking over your shoulder at her.

author notes: this was actually mad fun to write 💪🏽💪🏽 hopefully you liked it because i put some effort into it.