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- gf!alysa who loves when she comes across one of your ads when she’s watching YouTube. She usually hates ads, but she will never skip any of yours.

- gf!alysa who still can’t believe that she’s dating you. She’ll catch herself staring at you and wondering if she’s been dreaming all along.

- gf!alysa who’s heart still drops to her stomach when she sees you do anything domestic. Cooking, washing dishes, brushing your teeth, all of it.

- gf!alysa who loves how clingy you are and how shy you get when she calls you out. She’ll have you on her lap, cheek squished against hers, and she’d mutter: “You’re so cute clingy like this.”

- gf!alysa who hates waking up early but would do it just to see you leave for practice every morning.

- gf!alysa who would watch every piece of media that involves you.

- gf!alysa who gets jealous when you’re too touchy during fan meets. She’d come across a TikTok of someone holding your hand or flirting with you and she’d actually get mad sometimes. She would try to ignore you but it wouldn’t last long.

- gf!alysa who loves stealing your clothes because they all smell so good.

- gf!alysa who used to think flowers were a scam, but buys flowers for you after every small achievement you make.

- gf!alysa who’s obsessed with kissing you everywhere. Your neck, shoulder, jaw, lips, anywhere she can reach.

- gf!alysa who gets worried for you when she notices you eating less because of the haters. She’d spend hours telling you that you’re perfect the way you are.

- gf!alysa who would offer to massage you after hard practices even though you rarely accept.

- gf!alysa who loves teaching you ice skating even if you suck at it.

- gf!alysa who was more nervous to hard launch your relationship than you were.

- gf!alysa who loves that you’re as obsessed with her as she is with you.

Billie slowly opened her eyes, squinting as a ray of sunlight nearly blinded her. She blinked sleepily at the ceiling before turning and looking down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. She gently pulled away from you and got off the bed, padding to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

She felt your arms wrap around her waist before she heard you. “Why are you up so early?”

“Why are you?”

“You weren’t there.”

Billie turned around in your arms, leaning down to kiss you.

It was uncoordinated and messy, both of you were still half asleep. You giggled against her lips, tangling your fingers in her hair.

The kiss deepened, Billie’s hands finding your waist. She pushed you against the cold bathroom tile, trailing kisses down your jaw.

She bit your neck softly, and your breath hitched.

“You like that, baby?” Billie teased, biting your neck again, harder this time.

You bit your lip, nodding, your thighs subconsciously rubbing against each other.

She knelt in front of you, lifting your leg onto her shoulder. Your panties were already soaked through, the fabric sticking to your folds. She ran her fingers along your clothed slit before pushing them to the side.

“So pretty,” Billie murmured, pressing her tongue against your clit. You let out a soft moan, your hands reaching for her hair.

“Stop teasing.”

“But you make such pretty sounds, baby…” Billie ran her fingers along your inner thigh, your pussy clenching around air.

“Come onnnn.” You whined.

She took your swollen clit into your mouth, sucking out a loud whimper from you.

“F- fuck I…” You whimpered, your thighs trembling slightly.

The pressure in your stomach started building, until-

Your vision went white as you squirted into Billie’s mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily. If she hadn’t been supporting you with her hands, your legs would’ve given out.

She lapped up every drop of your release, your vision turning blurry.

You finally came down from the high, your breathing stabilising. “You’re so good at this that it’s lowkey unfair.”

Billie giggled, licking her lips. “I know.”

She got up, switching on the sink’s tap and waited for warm water. She soaked a new towel with the water, kneeling back down to help clean you up.

“Does this feel good?” Billie asked, wiping you clean.

“Mhm.” You muttered. “Thank you.”

After getting you cleaned up, you changed into a new pair of underwear and ended up back in bed with Billie.

She drew circles on your back until your eyes started drifting closed. She was on her phone when she realised you were already asleep. She put down her phone to admire your peaceful expression under the sunlight.

“You look so good,” Billie murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

You were playing at your peak in a game against the Sky. 23 points in the first half of the game, the Wings had a 17-point lead, and the game was in your hands.

Everything was going well, until it happened. You went for a layup. When you landed, you went down hard on Sydney Taylor’s foot, and your ankle folded inwards. It was that sharp, familiar pain that spread in your ankle.

You felt your body hit the ground, hard, on your shoulder. You rolled around onto your chest, clutching your ankle. The referee calls for a time-out. Paige, nearly tripped over herself in an attempt to get to you, her hands shaking and uncertain.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” She whispered. “Please be okay, talk to me.”

With Li Yueru's help, she helped you up. You tried to put weight on your bad foot and winced when you felt pain shoot through your foot. “Definitely rolled.” You told Paige, hobbling to the tunnel.

The moment you were in the changing rooms and out of sight of the cameras, Paige sat you down, crouched in front of you, and immediately cupped your cheek. Li went to get an ice pack and a stool. “What happened?”

“I- I stepped on Sydney’s foot when I landed.” Paige hugged you, and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You sniffle, trying not to cry in front of Paige. She kisses you on your jaw, thumb rubbing circles on your thigh. “I got you baby.”

Li comes back with ice and a stool, but Jose also walks to the door. “Bueckers, Yureru, you’re back out. The game’s still going on. There’ll be nurses here soon.”

Paige kisses you one last time on the forehead before she gets up to leave. Li hugs you and gives you the ice pack before following Jose out. You elevated your foot onto the stool and waited for the paramedics.

Paige gets back to the game, but she’s distracted. She kept looking over to the tunnel, hoping you’d appear. During a timeout, Jose pulls her away. “You need to concentrate, Bueckers. I don’t care that your girlfriend’s injured. Because she’s injured, the team needs you, you understand me?”

Paige nodded. “Yes I just-“

The referee blew her whistle, signalling the end of the timeout. Jose cuts her off. “Doesn’t matter. Last quarter, play like you. We’re still up by 9.”

Dallas Wings won by one. It was close. Paige wasn’t in her element, she was worried, and couldn’t focus. After everything, she rushed to the locker rooms, looking for you. She found you already in a brace, head in your hands.

Paige knelt in front of you, hugging you tight. “Did we win?” You murmured into your neck.

“Mhm.”

“Good.”

“How are you feeling?” Paige tilted your chin to look at her.

“Hurts like hell. Said I’d be out for at least a week.”

The rest of the team poured into the locker room. Seeing the PDA, groans of annoyance spread through the room.

You laughed. “Y’all just haters for real.”

“At least I’m not in the locker room staring at someone like we’re Jack and Rose,” Alanna said, and the room regained the same amount of energy as it usually would have after a game.

Paige insisted on driving you back to her place after. She supported you to the car, carrying both your bags.

“You know, you don't have to do this.” You muttered. “I’m a grown ass woman. I can walk on my own.”

She ignored you, opening the passenger door for you. “Injured ladies first.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Very funny, Bueckers.” But you sat down anyway.

The whole ride back to her place was quiet, with Paige occasionally looking over to check on you.

At her house, she cooked some scrambled eggs and served them on two plates. “I uh, don’t know how to cook.” She said sheepishly.

After showering, you got dressed in one of Paige’s hoodies and sweatpants, and climbed into bed with her, burying your face in the crook of her neck.

☆彡

Paige woke up to her alarm, her back against yours and her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You stirred, turning around and wincing when you felt your ankle shift in the wrong direction. Paige turned off her alarm, kissing your cheek.

“Morning.” She whispered groggily. “Does your ankle feel any better?”

You tried moving it and felt the same harsh pain.

“Nope.”

Paige groaned, annoyed.

“Why did you haveeee to get injured?”

You rolled your eyes. “You really think I wanted to?”

“How long are you out for?”

“Coach recommended that I stay at home for at least another week.”

“Well, I mean, if he recommended you then it means he recommended me too.” Paige wrapped herself tighter around you. “Practice’s no fun without you anyway.”

“Come on Paige, go to practice.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Go or I’m posting the picture of you hugging me when you were drunk onto my Instagram story.”

Paige let out a dramatic gasp, her jaw dropping. “You wouldn’t do this to me.”

“I would.”

She pouted, sitting up. “You’re the worst.”

☆彡

After whining and complaining for at least half an hour, Paige finally got her bag packed and herself dressed.

“Do I have to go?” She pouted at you before you shoved her out of the door.

“Have fun baby!” You called after her as you shut the door.

As soon as Paige got to the gym, she texted you.

p 🐽: im here

p 🐽: miss me yet?

y/n: no

p 🐽: liar

During water breaks in between drills, she still insisted on texting you, even though she knew you’d be too lazy to reply.

p 🐽: my legs are killing me

p 🐽: we miss u

p 🐽: practice without u is boring

p 🐽: omw home rn :p

Paige opened the door to her house, immediately going to look for you. The second she saw you, she pulled you into her arms, squeezing you. “I missed you sosososososososososososo much.”

You squirmed, giggling. “Ew, you’re all sweaty and stuff!”

“So you hate me?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Bueckers.”