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Drunk In Love

Paige Bueckers x Fem smut

Synopsis: You’ve known Paige since you started going to UConn, her taking you under her wing. She’s always had a thing for you, and she finnally built up the courage to do what she’s always wanted to do.

Chilling on Azzi’s bed, the both of you laying down watching some TV show together relaxing. Azzi looks at you and nudges you with her arm “So any new boys or girls?” she not so suspiciously asks you, due to Paige’s request. Poor Azzi had to listen to Paige talk about you all day long, and she was sick of it so she put together a plan to get you both together.

“No Azzi you would be the first person I would tell if someone asked me out” You tell her looking away from the screen to look back at her. You squint your eyes at her “Wait what do you know?” you ask her smiling shaking her shoulders. Azzi gets up “Nothing I know nothing but the team is going out tonight and you’re coming” she states while looking through her closet to find an outfit to wear.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go out tonight it’s just harder for you to pretend you didn’t fall for your friend, Paige when you were under the influence. Azzi snaps you out of your thoughts “Which pants? These or those? With this top” she asks holding up two pairs of jeans and a crop top. You get up and point at the dark blue wash jeans “Those will look cute now Ima go to my dorm and get ready. See you later Az” you wave to the girl while grabbing your stuff and walking out the door. While you leave you hear her yell behind you “WERE MEETING AT PAIGES AT TEN”

After you’re done getting ready, in a short black denim jean skirt with a tight long tube top that showed off your belly button piercing. Not wanting to put on a lot of makeup only having mascara and gloss on. Sliding on a pair of black kitten heels you walk out of your dorm down the hall just too see all the girls down the hall. You jog up to them all “Sorry I’m late” you say sheepishly to everyone not to discreetly looking around for Paige.

Azzi looks you up and down “You look gorgeous boo” she says causing Paige to turn around and look at you. She stops and stares at you before Azzi elbows her raising her brows at the girl before rolling her eyes and walking away. Paige looks down at you “You really do look beautiful you always do” she tells you grabbing your waist and leading you out the door with everyone else.

Today Paige promised herself she would actually tell you how she felt about you and show you. The both of you hop in the back of Ice’s car, you stuck in the middle of Paige and Nika. The blondes hand stays on your thigh the whole drive to the bar, her thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh slightly.

Once you get to the bar, Paige opens the door for you again wrapping her arm around you. The both of you were always touchy with one another so you paid no mind to what she was doing to you, besides the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the way she was holding you. Walking inside the bar you all find a table before going up to the bar with Nika and Azzi. Paige sits down with KK and Ice talking to Ice’s livestream.

The three of you at the bar order a round of shots, you holding it up and click them together “Cheers” you all at once before downing the shots. You shake your head at the sting of the liquor in your throat before Nika grabs you pulling you to the dance floor. The both of you play around the music dancing with one another.

Paige watches you both jealous that she wasn’t the one with her hands on your hips, your body on hers. She sips her drink slowly starting to feel the effects of alcohol in her veins. Azzi follows Paige’s eye line to see you dancing with Nika, Azzi slaps Paige’s shoulder “Jesus girl go get her before someone else does stop being a pussy Paige” Azzi tells her rolling her eyes.

“I’m not a pussy” Paige’s defends herself before finishing her drink and wiping her mouth. Azzi smirks “Oh yeah go prove it” she says knowing Paige’s competitive nature wouldn’t let her back down.

The blonde gets up walking to the dance floor before grabbing your arm pulling you into her chest. You look up at her through your lashes “Hi Paige” you smile confused on what she wanted. She licks her lip brushing your hair from your face “Hi” she whispers before grabbing your handing interlocking your fingers with hers leading you out of the bar confused.

You follow her lead intrigued on what she wanted right now. She looks at you before opening the door to Azzi’s car for you “Where are we going?” you ask Paige not wanting to get in just yet. She freezes and turns around “Back to my dorm we have to talk” she states helping you in the car before closing the door and getting into the drivers seat. She drives you both back to the dorm not saying a word to you only having her hand on your thigh.

Once getting inside the dorm you sit on her bed confused “Paige what’s got you so stressed?” you ask her watching as she paces back and forth in front of you. She stops at your words and walks in between your legs looking down at you. She bites her lip and before you can utter another work she kisses you her big hands gabbing both your cheeks. You gasp into the kiss giving her an invitation to slide her tongue with yours. She pushed you down on the bed, climbing on top of you not breaking the kiss in between you both.

Her lungs beg for air as she pulls away from your lips an embarrassing string of spit between you both. You look up at her breathing heavily “What was that for?” you ask her scared of what her next words may be. Paige looks up from your lips into your eyes her hand holding your cheek, rubbing your thumb “I like you baby isn’t that obvious?” she asks cocky. Your face gets hot as your blush “Really?” you ask quietly looking up at her.

Nodding her head Paige looks at your lips once more an idea coming to her head “Let me prove it to you” she states before kissing you once more her hands finding there way under your shirt rubbing your waist. Paige’s eyes twinkled and she pushed you back into the bed gently.

She sat on the bed and waited until you were comfortable before pulling your pants and panties off leaving bare before her.

“so pretty, mama, so pretty” she mumbled against your collarbone, slowly pulling down the straps of your shirt.

Her lips press to your jawline softly, leaving opened mouth kisses down your neck. She was going so slow to savior every part of this with you.

You whine when she starts sucking on the sweet spot on your neck. She pulls away and kisses the purple mark she left on you “I know baby I know”

She parted your legs running her finger between your folds. You whined again at the contact, no doubt you were dripping already. You watched her carefully leaning on your elbows watching as Paige moves back on the bed laying on her stomach her face right above your core. She blows on your clit causing your hips to jolt up “Come on P stop teasing please please-“

She silenced you with a hard brush against your clit and you moan so loud you swore the people outside could hear.

Paige swore under her breath at the feeling of your warm folds enveloping her fingertips, she never imagined how good this could possibly feel. She drew slow circles around your clit, eyes trained on your face to see your reactions.

Your core tightens and you grab Paige’s head making her look up at you “Please need more please” you beg her out of breath. She nods and moves her big hands to spread your thighs wider and she licks a stripe up your folds before one of her hands move down her two finger prodding at your hole. She looks up at you her big blue eyes staring into you, you nod at her and she slides her two fingers into you slowly.

You moan at the stretch inside of you Paige moves down and presses a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around your clit sucking slowly as her fingers move in and out of you. Your free hand moves up to hold onto the bed frame as your stomach tightens.

You moan as Paige shoves her fingers deeper inside you curling them slightly hitting your g spot. She bites your clit softly before pulling away and leaning up climbing on top of you. She grips your chin and pulling you into a kiss as her fingers move in and out of you speeding up.

Paige feels you squeezing around her fingers as she pulls away from your mouth. She kisses down your neck moving her mouth to your chest. Her mouth wraps around nipple sucking slightly while her other hand toys with the other one.

You moan breathlessly “gonna- fuck P” you make out not trusting your words any more. Paige pulls away from your chest and moves her hand back down to your clit.

"I know, honey. give it to me." she says, pinching your clit and quickening the speed of her hips. You groan her name, your clit becoming more sensitive the closer and closer you get to your high.

When your high comes you moan her name your legs twitching as Paige moves her fingers slower fucking you through your high.

“There you go baby good girl” she coos in your ear slowly pulling her fingers out of you. Your out of breath looking up at her as she smiles at you. Paige gets up going into the bathroom after kissing you and grabbing a wet cloth before coming back.

She cleans you up quietly before helping you sit up on her bed, she pulls one of her shirts onto your body before laying you back down moving next to you.

Your head rests on her chest and you focus on her heartbeat as her hand runs up and down your back. Paige kisses your head “That was amazing” she whispers as you move around so your chin lays on her chest so you can look at her.

“Yeah no one’s ever made me feel like that before Paige” you admit to her moving your hand to cup her cheek your thumb rubbing across her features. She looks into your eyes and smiles at you “Your mine now ma I’m not letting you go ever” she states to you.

You tilt your head at her “Oh I’m yours now?” you ask her moving up and planting a kiss on her cheek. She nods “Oh yeah all mine and I’m yours baby” she tells you pulling you down onto her lips giving you a passionate kiss showing all her love to you.

Eat Her For Lunch

KK Arnold x fem smut

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Leaving kisses on your neck KK sucks down on the spot right next to your jaw. Her leg lays in between yours, your clit brushing her knee every time she moves, shooting sparks through you. Her teeth brushes your neck and she licks a strip of your neck, soothing the now purple skin.

KK looks up at you laying down on the bed before her, she licks her lips at the sight of you laying infront of her in only a pair of small black Lacey panties.

“So pretty for me you look edible right now mama” she says looking down at you running her hand up and down your waist. She moves her body down and pulls your legs further apart and holds them in her big hands.

Your body feels like puddy in her hands, it was embarrassing how easily she could rile you up. You let out a shaken breath and look down at the girl in between your legs “Come on KK please” you beg her softly.

Biting her lip she nods “Yeah Ima eat you baby eat you for lunch” she says laughing before pulling your panties off and throwing them on the ground. Her tongue licks a strip up your folds before circling your clit. Both her hands come to hold your thighs apart knowing how you always tried to push them together.

KK moves her head down and trusts her tongue in your hole without warning. A pornographic moan leaves your mouth, as your hand moves above your head gripping the headboard of her bed. Her tongue moves in and out of you swiftly and she moves her head, her nose brushing your clit.

You grab her head pushing her closer to you morning “Feels so good baby” you praise the girl and she moves her tongue in and out of you faster.

The more she moves the more her nose pushes against your clit. Your hips move with her motions, riding against her pretty face. KK moves her head away from a moment to suck your clit “Come on mama ride my face while I eat you” she tells you going back to eating you out.

Moans leave your mouth as you ur hand grips her hair, her hands grip your thighs so hard her nails start to leave marks. Your hips ride her face as her tongue pushes up against your clit. KK grins as you squeeze around her tongue, she moves it even farther inside of your before pushing hard against you and the and that was building up in your stomach finally snaps.

Your juices leak onto her tongue and she licks it all, KK moves your thighs further apart before sliding her finger up your pussy and sticking it into her mouth. She moans at the taste of you “Fuck mama you taste so sweet” she says looking up at you through your legs.

You nod out of breath and give her a lazy smile. She licks her lips and smirks “I want more ma” she says before diving in between your legs once again.

PERIODDDD DONT SPOIL IT

@cosmopretty ya girl finally finished season 5 of all american 😝 im abt to start episode 6 of season 6

I will be writing some Paige x fem x Nika I just need some requests yall send em in!

PLEASE SOMEONE MORE NIKA x PAIGE x FEM FICS I’VE READ LIKE ALL THE ONES OF THIS APP

OR NIKA x CC x FEM I DONT CARE

TAG ME IN THEM IF YOU FIND / WRITE ANY PLEASE

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There’s gonna be Pazzi moments in there

I saw it before it was even posted I’m just that special

Little Bit

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: georgia keeps coming back to you.

a/n: georgia said she liked this song and i coincidentally like this song too (actually lol) so here we are 🥰

Little Bit - Lykke Li

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, mentions of a slight injury, the usual swearing, reader and georgia are exes and ended on bad terms, the bad terms being that georgia never had enough time for r, no cheating here dw!!!! despite the rumors… sigh, girl idek if this would work, UMMM WE GET FREAKY, making out, mentions of sex… yeah…, lmk if i missed anything!!!

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“Hello? Who is it?”

It’s dark. It’s 10:54pm. You have to rub some of the sleep from your eyes.

Whoever is knocking at the door is panicked. You can hear it in the way they knock- they’re nervous, maybe. Something is wrong. They knock too fast, too hard. Not like they’re in a hurry, but more so like they wish the door wasn’t there in the first place.

“Can I come in?”

Fuck.

You know that voice, even if it’s through a door.

“Georgia,” you sigh, hand on the doorknob, not quite opening it yet. You can hear her let out a small sound that’s a cross between a begging plea and a scoff, then the shuffling of feet.

“Please, Y/N.”

You loved her for so long. You still love her. Maybe some part of you will always love her, and you’ll just have to grow around the mark she made.

You open the door just wide enough for the chain lock to be pulled taut, finally laying eyes on her- she looks like a shell of herself.

“Georgia?” You ask, your brows furrowing, eyes wide in shock.

“Y/N,” she says your voice so sweetly. “Can I please come in?”

You look around her, but she’s in the empty hallway of your apartment building. There’s no one there. You don’t know how she got here, you don’t know what happened- but you know she came here. She came to you.

“I just really need you right now,” she says, and your heart breaks at the sound of tears in her voice, and suddenly you can see them shining so brightly in her eyes like stars.

You probably shouldn’t let your ex in. Especially not when she’s in such a vulnerable state like this, and you’ve been thinking about her more often then you care to admit…

“What happened?” You finally ask, voice small. She stays silent. “Did it- a game? Did something happen at a game?”

Your eyes suddenly widen and you tug on the door, forgetting the chain is there- “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she says, wiping something from her eye. “I’m fine. Please, Y/N, I know… okay. I know, but I still need you.”

You stumble over the words.

“W-we’re not da-dating. We’re not dating.”

“I know,” she says, kind of sadly, kind of resigned. “I just need you.”

If she says that sentence to you one more time you might actually break down and love her again. Love her, really, fully. But you can’t do that. The only way you can love her is secretly, in a tender part of your heart she had carved out so lovingly, and eventually left with scars.

And maybe… maybe you can love her in the darkness of your apartment.

You probably shouldn’t do this. But you’ll deal with that guilt later.

“You can always come here,” you whisper, shutting the door softly, almost like she’s a wild, scared animal that will run away at any movement too loud or sudden. You unhook the lock. The chain falls, it hits against the door.

You tighten your hand on the doorknob, about to pull it open- but you don’t have too. The door suddenly slams open, Georgia bursting in through the door like water through a broken dam- because you swear that’s what this night feels like. That’s what every interaction you have with her feels like. A dam- your resolve- breaking, and her rushing in past the broken pieces, taping you up behind her.

She wraps her arms around your waist, just like she used to do, and puts her face into your neck, just like she used to do.

It takes a second for the world to come back into focus, for your body to process the feeling of her skin on yours again, suddenly your hearing comes back and you hear the sounds of soft sobs. Tears are falling down, wetting your skin- but you can’t be bothered.

“Georgia,” you whisper, finally wrapping your arms around her after a moment of shock. “What happened?”

She shakes her head, cries a little harder- and immediately tries to stop herself and choke it back.

“Hey, hey,” you whisper, softly placing your hand into her hair and playing with the thick locks there, like you always used to do. “It’s okay, b- Georgia. It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it. I can just hold you for a while?”

She nods, after a tense second.

“I can do that,” you continue, still whispering. She once told you that she liked your voice.

“Keep talking,” she whispers, her voice thick and scratchy.

“Okay,” you say, letting out a breath.

You feel like a lighthouse letting a ship know where the port is. You feel like Orpheus trying to lead Eurydice out of the underworld with just his voice, trying to lead Georgia back to herself from wherever dark place she is.

“I had McDonald’s for dinner,” you blurt out. “It was really good. It’s Friday, I wanted to treat myself. Um, I had a pretty hard week. Just school wise. I had, like, three tests this week. Studying was rough, but I survived. I was watching the Office before you knocked. It was that one episode where Micheal goes into the woods and tries to survive on his own- I don’t know, it was funny. But Dwight followed him out, and, um, yeah. It was funny. I miss you.”

Her tears have dried by now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

And it’s suddenly so right that you’re standing in front of your doorway, holding her in the faint glow of the TV.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you came here. Would rather you here than the streets,” you laugh, dryly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeats, because you both know she’s not really sorry about coming here, but for some reason- neither of you have the heart to say it.

And you can’t tell her it’s okay. You can’t say it’s fine.

Softly, like she’s made of glass and you’ll break her, you press a kiss to her hairline.

“Come lay down with me?” You try to sound convincing, but it’s a question.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, and your stomach drops back down from where it had jumped to your throat in anticipation.

Your heartbeat increases at the thought of getting to sleep next to her again, knowing you’re about to sleep so good next to her, touching her skin. The TV continues to glow, continues to talk in low voices.

You softly let go of her, hand drifting to hold hers, watching as she wipes her tears.

She doesn’t need you to guide her to your bed. She knows where it is, but you take her there anyways with a hand that’s maybe a little too tight. But her grip is just as tight.

You know she’ll leave before you wake up.

She can’t face you in the light. And that’s fine, because you can’t really face her in the light either.

She squeezes your hand. You squeeze back.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

Everything is a giant fucking blur.

It’s so dark in here, all of the lights are turned off, and it feels more like a rave of some sort instead of a random frat party. They have these stupid neon strobe lights going, making green and yellow flash obnoxiously over everything- making it kind of hard to see. Making it kind of hard to keep the contents of your stomach actually inside of your stomach.

You’re supposed to be with your friends, celebrating one of your friend’s friend breaking up with her boyfriend who was apparently cheating on her, and the entire time all you could think about was your breakup with Georgia.

And the weeks before you finally toughed up and broke up with her- the weeks where you never saw her, where she forgot about you.

You head towards the counter strewn with half-empty bottles of liquor and red solo cups. You grab one that’s hopefully unused, mixing yourself up some random concoction that will definitely taste like shit, but you hope that you can’t think about her anymore if you drink too much.

You weren’t stupid, despite what someone may think- watching you spill a perfectly good bottle of vodka over the side of the cup, you really don’t have good hand-eye coordination right now- you’re not stupid. You knew it was going to be hard dating a D-1 athlete, you knew you would come third, and you were completely fine with that.

You didn’t get mad when she came home from practice and simply kissed you on the cheek before collapsing into bed, you honestly found it kind of sweet- because she would drag you into bed with her, beg you to run your fingers through her hair, or massage her aching muscles.

You didn’t get mad when she choose to spend one of her rare free nights with her friends- you were a little jealous in the moment, but the pictures she posted on Instagram with the biggest smile on her face made up for her.

You did get mad when she just stopped coming over, when suddenly your bed was too far, not even the promise of your soothing hands could get her to come back to your place. You did get mad when she didn’t answer you for days. You did get mad when you told her you were feeling a little neglected, and then cancelled last minute on your date she had planned- not for any reason, except to go shoot hoops by herself in an empty gym, drilling herself.

You did get mad when you spent every night alone without her.

You put the bottle back down, lifting the red solo cup and taking a big sip.

No. You can’t do this. You can’t feel like this, not tonight.

You take another sip, and another, until suddenly you’re floating through the dance floor and sticky alcohol is splashed on your front, and you can’t really see straight, and everything is kinda hazy and beautiful.

You find your friends in the crowd, downing the rest of your drink before crushing it in your hand and throwing it somewhere, hands in the air as you dance loudly and unapologetically.

You dance until your feet scream at you, your heels digging into your feet, following your friends through the crowd until you lose them, you can’t see them anymore.

Tears well in your eyes. Your breathing picks up.

“Y/N!” A bright and cheery voice exclaims.

Oh, it’s Liz.

“Liz,” you say, your voice not sounding like your own.

Her face quickly turns to one of concern. She takes in your slightly rucked up outfit, your teary eyes, the sweat pouring down your face.

She puts her hand on your shoulder, leaning down close to your ear so you can hear her.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

Okay, you start to say- but where Liz is, Georgia will be.

“No-”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen at the sight of your ex-girlfriend.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p, laughing a little. “Nope, nope, nope. I need my friends, not you.”

You can tell Georgia is a little hurt by that, but she doesn’t back down. Liz stands kind of awkwardly to the side of you, but you keep yourself pressed against her and as far away from Georgia as you can.

You love her, you’re drunk, and she’s looking really kissable right now.

“Well, I don’t see your friends,” she shoots right back. “Do you?”

Her tone is a little condescending.

“Oh, shut up,” you say in disgust, taking a step forward- in your head, you’re gonna knock into her shoulder and strut past her. Hopefully she’ll even look at your ass as you leave.

Instead, you’re drunk, you don’t have your footing, you’re in godforsaken heels- and you careen forward, right into her waiting arms.

She sighs as she wraps an arm around your shoulder, her other hand immediately going to hold your hip.

She pretends to be annoyed.

You’re not surprised by this act, she was so vulnerable last week when she came over and said she needed you, cried in your arms- and you’re putting on this bratty act because you’re mad at yourself for letting her in.

But in your drunk state, you can feel her skin on yours so vividly, and you can feel the way her fingers slightly curl into you. Greedy. Possessive, almost. You fall into her and you let her take you, and suddenly she’s taken it upon herself to make sure you’re okay all-too easily. 

“Okay. c’mon,” she sighs, like it’s some big inconvenience to her, but she slides her arm around your waist and holds to her so quickly, again so possessively.

And you would be lying if you said you never felt as safe as you do when her arm is around you.

“I’m fine,” you hiss at her, trying to push her off of you- but she doesn’t really want to let go, and neither do you. She simply tightens her grip, and you simply stop fighting.

She brings you to a much quieter, much emptier part of the house, helping you sit on a couch before asking Liz to find you some water- or just anything that wasn’t alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” She asks when she sits down next to you, putting her hand on your back. You sit with your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands, staring at the floor intently.

“A lot,” you mumble.

She laughs softly in response.

“Do you feel okay?”

Her thumb is rubbing back and forth against your back. Fuck, fuck, you lost your friends and now she’s so close and so far, and it’s so dark in this room- you can barely see a few feet in front of you.

It feels so secret- because everywhere else music is blasting. But in here, it’s just your voice and hers.

Tears well in your eyes yet again.

Maybe you should stop drinking. It makes you too goddamn emotional.

You turn to her.

You can’t face her in the light. But here, it’s so dark.

She’s let her hair down tonight. She almost never wears her hair down, so you’re kinda shocked- and you kinda wanna run your fingers through the waves.

“Why’re you here?” You ask, words muddled by alcohol.

She shrugs. “Just for fun.”

“You don’t know how to have fun,” you accuse.

She laughs, scrunches her nose. It’s all kinda condescending, still. Like you’re some little girl who doesn’t really know anything.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You never had any fun with me.”

She looks away.

“So it’s me, then? I’m the problem?”

“You’re not the problem, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Don’t be a brat,” she scolds.

Her? Scolding you?

You narrow your eyes. “Fuck. You. You’re selfish as shit, and I’m glad I broke up with you everyday.”

Saying that feels like you’re coughing up your organs, but whatever.

She smiles, scratching her nose.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“Whatever,” you echo.

She rolls her eyes. “Fuckin’ brat.”

“You can leave. You know that, right? You don’t have to stay here. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to sit on the same couch as a “brat” like me.”

“I’m not gonna leave.”

You find yourself inching closer to her.

“Scared of the dark or something, Amoore?”

Suddenly her eyes meet yours.

“Oh, no. I know what you’re scared of.”

She leans back against the couch, adjusting her legs, arms out wide along the back of the couch.

“Really?” She laughs. Genuinely laughs, as if the idea of you something knowing personal about her is so unbelievable.

Suddenly, you swing your leg over hers and climb into her lap. You straddle her, hands pressing into her shoulders as she stares at you in shock.

“Y/N,” she says, swallowing- suddenly not so cocky anymore. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask, twirling a piece of her hair. “Need to me to talk some more? ‘Cause you love my voice so much, right?”

She puts her hands on your thighs and barely tries to push you off. She could, if she really wanted to. She’s strong. You love her arms.

“I’m really drunk,” you confess, still twirling with a piece of her hair. You can feel her gaze on your pouted lips. “I’m probably not gonna remember this in the morning…”

“Y/N.” It’s a very clear warning, but you push past it. There’s something between your thighs and a burning desire in your stomach.

“Maybe you should show me why I shouldn’t be a brat.”

Her hand moves up from your thigh to cup your waist.

“Fuck, princess.”

“Yeah?” You say, feeling kinda like a giddy schoolgirl at the way she hungrily rakes her eyes up your body, finally landing on your lips. You bite one of them- and the alcohol prevents you from feeling kinda silly, and you can see it on her face. The way she wants you right now.

“Bloody hell,” she whispers, finally leaning forward to place a kiss to your bare chest. She lets her lips linger, and you know you have her right under your thumb- but now it’s not about the power play.

Now it’s about how fucking badly you want her to touch you.

“Touch me,” you say, hoping she doesn’t tease you about the fact you’re practically begging for her, but she seems to want to touch you just as bad. “Touch me, Georgia, please.”

“Shh,” she whispers, before finally pressing her lips to yours.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

It’s annoyingly bright. And loud. Your eardrums might burst.

And in all honesty, you never really understood basketball all that well.

You kinda hate this entire thing.

You sigh, leaning back farther into your chair as a buzzer sounds and people cheer- and you straighten up only to realize that it’s just the first quarter.

It’s only been 10 minutes?

Your friends are all super into the game, of course, and it’s not like you don’t like supporting the girls on the team- Liz Kitley, at least, you still consider her to be one of your friends.

Having to watch Georgia completely command the court is probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do. The way she’s so completely in her element, her hair tied back and sticking to her forehead and neck with sweat- you find yourself wanting to lick her skin.

You shake your head and groan, trying to physically get the annoyingly horny thoughts out- but, fuck. All you can think about is the last time you saw her.

The way her hands trailed your skin so hungrily, getting lower and lower, and the feeling in your stomach that felt suspiciously like an actual fire coming to a burning climax before slowly coming back down, reassured by her sweet kisses.

The way she held you that night was possessive. She made you feel like hers. The way she kissed you that night was like she had been starved of you for years, and thought about you every second.

Your friend nudges you. “Starin’ real hard.”

“I’m not,” you hiss, but you know you are.

“No, it’s okay,” she laughs. “I support it. You both miss each other.” You roll your eyes, but she doubles down. “You’re both still in love with each other, babe.”

Some odd emotion takes root in your chest. It squeezes.

“I’m not in love with her. I’m just… in like with her.”

“Mhm,” she says with a smile. “Well, we’ll all be here to celebrate when you guys finally admit it.”

“Jane, shut up.”

She nudges you again with a teasing smile. “I saw those suspicious looking bruises on your hips after that one party you both disappeared at… I might even say those suspicious bruises were kinda… Georgia shaped.”

“Shut. Up. Jane.” You narrow your eyes, and she only smiles widely before laughing and turning back to the game.

“Take your time, babe. Take your time.”

From what you understood, this was the Elite Eight game for the Hokies, and it was kind of a big deal. This game was the one that worked best in your and your friends schedules, and the stadium wasn’t exactly that far, so you came to have fun with them. To support your school, and Liz, and watching Georgia sink a few threes was an added guilty pleasure of a bonus.

You continue watching, your eyes staying mostly on #5.

Surprisingly, you aren’t watching when she gets hit.

You’ve actually managed to tear your eyes away from her and focus on the ball- when suddenly your friends gasp.

You look around the court, eyes finally landing on someone in a Hokie jersey laying on their back, face in their hands.

Someone in a red jersey walks past her, revealing a head of hair you know is Georgia’s.

You straighten, practically jumping out of your seat, your leg immediately staring to bounce up and down in anxiety.

“Get up,” you mumble to yourself. “Be okay. Get up. You’re fine, please. Please get up.”

She doesn’t get up. When you see the athletic trainers step onto the court you stand up quickly.

Jane is watching it from next to you, still sitting down, biting her nails- she looks up at you.

“Hey, Y/N, calm down,” she says, grabbing your hand. Squeezing, trying to bring you back to reality.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble as Jane pulls herself to stand. “They have to help her off? She can’t walk herself? W-where’d she even get hit? I didn’t see, I- I-”

“Y/N.”

Jane grabs your shoulders.

“Take a deep breath… wipe your tears… and go get your girl.”

You follow the first two steps but falter at the third.

“What?” You mumble, bringing your hand down from your face.

She looks towards the court, and that’s when you realize she’s walking right past you to get to the locker rooms.

You’re thankfully at the end of the aisle, so you carefully make your way down the stairs, to the barricade, kinda feeling like you’re floating. Now that she’s at least up you feel a little better, your tears are starting to dry.

All you want to do is make sure she’s okay.

And even though she’s not yours, and you only love her in the dark- you need to know.

Besides… it’s been two weeks since you’ve felt her skin on yours.

“Georgia!” You call, hands on the barricade bracing yourself. “Georgia!”

You probably didn’t even need to call a second time, because she turns towards you.

A security guard steps in front of you with a large hand, asking you to please get back to your seat- you lock eyes with Georgia.

Her chin. It’s bright red and slightly swollen.

Silently, you ask her to please let you in- but she keeps walking, two athletic trainers helping her.

“Ma’am, please get back to your seat,” the guard says again.

Does she regret that night at the party? Is this feeling in your chest ever since Jane said she was in love with you hope? And it is being crushed now?

“Okay,” you mutter, feeling tears form in your eyes tenfold.

“You’re Y/N?” One of the athletic trainers has run over to you. The security guard gives her a look, but she glares right back.

“Yeah?”

“Georgia asked for you, c’mon.” She beckons you to follow her-

“Really?”

“Yes,” she deadpans. “She said she needed you. I don’t care what she needs, as long as she checks out, I want her to get back out there.”

“Me too,” you nod, sensing this lady took her job very seriously.

“Well c’mon then,” she sighs, patting the barricade, encouraging you to hop it. The security guard rolls his eyes and walks away, and you quickly clamber over the barricade and follow the woman- who walks very fast.

“Did she really say that she needed me?”

Your voice sounds like a stupid Disney princess.

The smallest smile makes its way into her face.

“Yes. She said she needed you.”

Georgia needs you.

You enter the locker room full of fluorescent lights, squinting as your eyes adjust and the door shuts behind you.

She’s sitting on a bench, her fists clenched as the other trainer softly holds her face to look at the mark already forming.

Georgia needs you.

You softly sit next to her, and it takes her a second to finally notice you out of the corner of her eye- an eye which is scrunched up in pain.

“Georgia,” you whisper. Her hand is shaky when you grab it. “What happened?”

“I think everyone saw,” she mumbles. You brush back some hair sticking to her forehead.

“I was actually playing attention to the ball, so, I didn’t.”

“You paid attention to basketball?”

“Well, not very well. But I tried.”

You move closer to her so your thighs are touching, her hand squeezes yours as she turns her head- and you spot the bruise on her chin.

“She got me in the chin.”

“Jesus Christ,” you gasp, looking up wide eyes to the atheistic trainer. “Is it normal to be a bruise already- God, is your jaw broken? Are you okay?”

Georgia and the trainers all let out a laugh, and you feel kinda silly, but Georgia squeezes your hand as if to reassure you. You feel a little bit better.

“Completely normal,” the woman before explains. “And, a little tip, usually if people are talking- jaws aren’t broken.”

“Oh, whatever,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get a little hot. One of the trainers hands you an ice pack.

You.

“You’re medically checked out. Ice it for a minute, catch your breath, and you’re ready to go back out there if you want to.”

“Okay, thanks,” Georgia nods, smiling tightly- but you can hear it in her voice. The weight of it all. The pressure.

“We’ll give you a minute alone,” the trainer says, kind of suggestively, but you force yourself to ignore that as her and her colleague let the door shut behind them.

You softly press the ice pack to her chin. She shuts her eyes, and you can tell she’s willing herself not to cry.

“Does it hurt a lot?” It’s kind of a stupid question, but you can’t think of anything else to say.

“No. It’s not too bad.” Her eyes shut, and you place your other hand on her jaw to steady yourself. She lets out a breath.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you whisper, hand moving to smooth back her ponytail.

“Mm- no, no. I’m fine. I just need you right now.”

And it’s in moments like this, when Georgia says she needs you, when she’s touching you and looking to you for comfort… this is how you know you’ll never be able to fully tear yourself away from her.

She’ll always run back to you. And you’ll always let her, with open arms.

You kind of want to ask her what needing you means. But you don’t.

“I should get back out there,” she says. She’s whispering, like this moment will break.

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing.

“Yeah.”

You meet her eyes again, and her pupils are slightly blown, she looks a little breathless-

“Oh, to fuck with it.”

She slams her lips onto yours, hands cupping your face and keeping you pressed close to her, the ice pack falling and your hands immediately winding around her neck- this is how you need her. You need her hungry and kissing you. You need her touching you and loving you.

She needs you to comfort her and you need her to fuck you.

Any shyness you had is long replaced, especially when one of her hands drifts down to squeeze your ass, making you moan her name into her mouth.

The kiss is disgusting, messy, kind of dirty.

“There’s so much riding on this game,” she breathes out when you move down to kiss her neck.

“I know,” you mumble back against her skin. “But you’re so talented.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, tilting her head back. “I only forget about it when I’m with you.”

Her hand drifts down to your neck, and she pulls you away to start kissing down yours, both of you careful to not leave marks- but you can feel her kissing a little harder then she should.

You’ll probably be leaving this place tonight with at least one faint mark on your neck. And the thought thrills you.

“Really?” You gasp. “Maybe you should stop fucking me over and spend more time fucking me.”

“I will,” she whispers against your skin, leaving one final kiss on the mark you could feel her forming. “I promise I will.”

“Good,” you say back, trying to sound confident. But she looks into your eyes, her ponytail messy from when you had tugged on her hair, and completely melt.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, pointing awkwardly to the hickey. But you know she’s saying sorry for more than that.

You cover it with your hair. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” she smiles, a little wickedly.

“Please.”

“I really have to go back now,” she stands up, rubbing her jaw. “Sorry- shit. You distracted me.”

“Sorry,” you shrug.

“I really gotta go before I kiss you again.”

You smile. You smile so big and she smiles right back.

“Well, now you’re definitely gonna win because you’re all fired up, huh?” You stand up, following her to the locker room door.

“Definitely.”

She doesn’t promise to text you or anything, and you don’t mind. You know she’ll come back.

You smile softly instead of saying goodbye, and she stares at you kinda in amazement for a second before shaking her head and running right back over to the game.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up, but you’re kinda glad you broke up.

—-

Jealous Gym Day

Azzi Fudd x Fem

warnings: smut

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You sit down with your knees to your chest scrolling through instagram, at the gym with your girlfriend. You didn’t like the gym found no point in working out but god did you love to go see Azzi sweating and out of breath.

Looking up from your phone you see turn your head to see Azzi doing pull ups a few feet away from you. Her muscles flexing with every move, you watch her for a few minutes till she jumps down. She wipes the sweat from her forehead and walks over to you looking down at you, grabbing her water you hand it to the girl towering over you.

Azzi wipes the sweat off her forehead “Like what you see?” she says laughing. You nod your head immediately “Of course I do why do you think I come to the gym” she rolls her eyes at you.

“You don’t even work out you sit there on your phone or watching me” Azzi sits down next to you, sipping on her water.

You look at her with a pout “What? So I can’t come to the gym just to see my hot girlfriend all sweaty and sexy?” you ask. Azzi shoves your shoulder getting up from where she sat next to you “One more hour and we will go home. Enjoy the show baby” she winks.

You watch her with your lip in between your teeth as she curls the weights in her hands. Azzi knows you’re watching her that’s why she’s putting on a show for you. She knows you’re down bad for her muscles and you know it too.

Forty five minutes later Paige and KK walk into the gym. You wave at them both “Hi guys” you smile.

KK does a lil dance “Make a TikTok wimmie Paige don’t wanna” KK drags you off the floor. Paige smacks her teeth “I made three already I dont wanna do more” she whines.

You and KK do a lil dance while Azzi watches stopping what she’s doing. She didn’t like the way KK’s arm was around you during it. You laugh at something the 5’9 basketball player says and Azzi walks over wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Ew you’re all sweaty” you push her off of you and go back to looking at the TikTok you and KK made together. You grab her phone sending it to yourself “You can post that we look so cute” you squeal.

Azzi rolls her eyes and goes to the showers to change. She trusted you but she couldn’t help to get jealous at the way your attention was all on her merely ten minutes ago before her teammates showed up. Said girl showered quickly before putting on sweatpants and tank top with her sneakers before walking back into the gym just to see KK’s arm around your shoulder as you guys laugh about go knows what.

Azzi walks over to you both “Come on baby let’s go” she says waving to her two other teammates. You frown and wave to them while your girlfriend drags you out of the gym and to the empty parking lot. You go to open to passenger door before Azzi pulls you in the back with her.

“What’s going on Az?” you ask her while she closes the car door looking around before looking down at you. She kisses you roughly sliding her tongue in your mouth, you moan into the kiss wrapping your arms around her.

She moves her hand to your waist grabbing it hard you know you might have bruises the next day. You pull away from the kiss and grip her bicep “Azzi please” you moan as her hand rubs down your stomach down to where you needed her most.

Azzi looks down at you brushing a stand of your hair from your face “What you need me now? KK ain’t here to make you laugh” you grow confused at her words before it clicks.

“Wait are jealous of KK? Of KK?” You laugh at her and Azzi moves her hand into your pants rubbing your clit in figure eights. You moan and she smirks kissing your neck, sucking on your pulse point. You close your eyes and lean your head back gripping Azzi’s waist pulling her closer to you. She moves away from your neck and kisses you before sliding one of her fingers into you.

“F-fuck Azzi” you moan out as she moves one finger in and out of you fast. Azzi looks down at you her big hand gripping your neck making you look at her “No one can make you feel this good huh baby” she asks sliding a second finger into you.

“No one but you A-Azzi all you” you moan again and she pushes her hand on your lower stomach. You grip her waist and your body jolts up “Please- gonna Im gonna cum” you moan out.

Azzi nods and starts going faster “Come on baby come for me” you moan out as the band in your stomach snaps. Azzi slows down but doesn’t pull out of you. She kisses your softly “You did so good for me” you nod and caress her cheek “I love you Azzi especially when you’re jealous” you laugh as she rolls her eyes.

Azzi lifts herself off the back seat and sits up fixing her clothes before takes your pants and panties off of you. She goes on her gym bag and grabs an extra pair of basketball shorts and puts them on you “When we get home we can take a bath okay baby” Azzi says helping you up.

You nod “Yeah I can cook us some pasta too Im kinda hungry” you look at your girlfriend up and down “I know something I can eat right now” your smirk.

Azzi looks down at you and you get on your knees in front of her. You look up at her innocently playing with the string of her sweatpants. Azzi lifts her hips sliding her pants and panties down before grabbing your head “Come on baby” you go forward and start licking at her clit before shoving your tongue in her.

She moans form above you and grips the back of the seat with one hand and the other holds your head in between her legs. Your knees squish into the hard car floor but you don’t notice too focused on trying to make Azzi cum.

She grips your hair tighter “Good girl So-so close baby” you move your tongue faster inside her and move your thumb to rub her clit. Her thighs squeeze around your head as she cums into your mouth. You pull away wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

“Thanks baby” Azzi pets your head breathing heavily. You smile “No thank you babe come on” you grab a wipe and clean her up before helping her slide her pants back on.

Azzi gets up and opens the passenger door for your kissing your head before moving to the drivers side. She starts the car but Paige runs over and knocks on the window.

“We all going to the movies tonight yall two wanna come?” Paige asks out of breath from running to Azzi’s car. You nod and Azzi shoves Paige’s sweaty arm off her window “Yeah we will be there but we going to stop at home first” Paige nods and looks around the car before giving you both a nasty look.

“This car smells like sex and sweat you freaks oh my god” Paige slaps Azzi on the shoulder before running back into the gym.

You laugh “She’s not wrong” you say and Azzi grabs your thigh before moving out of the parking lot and down to the street. Rolling her eyes at you “We are freaks” you look at her shocked “I meant it smells like sex you freak” Azzi laughs and counties to drive you both home.

Saw my name got mentioned so I wanna say hihi

heyy pookie bearr hruuu

Heyy bookie am good hru?

People be sleeping on WATTPAD because what you mean you give me character descriptions, trailers, playlists, graphics

like hello?

꣑୧ summary: Being needy and waking up Katsuki Bakugo at night to help you out

Turning over in your bed you whine, a achy needy feeling between your legs that hasn’t gone away since you woken up. Glancing at the clock it reads 2:18am and you groan sitting up on your bed. An idea pops into your head and you slide a pair of fluffy slippers on before sneaking out of your dorm. It wasn’t anything new in UA since it was your third year and everyone had grown up quite a bit.

Tiptoeing to your boyfriend’s dorm you use the spare key and open the door sneaking inside.

He lays in his bed shirtless one arm over his stomach as he snores quietly. You giggle a bit and slip the shoes off climbing into bed with him.

Rubbing his cheek softly you mutter “wake up” a few times trying to get him up nicely so the explosive boy doesn’t get to mad at the fact that his peaceful sleep is being interrupted.

Sitting up on your knees in his bed you stare down at the still sleeping boy before straddling his lap. Dipping your head into his neck you start to peeper soft kisses to his skin.

Soon enough he’s groaning under you his eyes fluttering open at the feelings of your lips on his neck. The bed creaks as he pushes himself to sit up with your still in his lap, you squeal “katsuki your up.. finally” you groan wrapping your arms around his neck.

“The fuck you doin ya damn tease” He grumbles looking away from you to the clock before his eyes widen “At two in the morning, damnit why they hell you woke me up?” he asks his hands finding your waist.

Staring at your boyfriend you pout slightly “Need you- please” you whine going back to kissing his neck. The blonde boy smirks at your words his ego growing.

He squeezes your waist “Mhm needed me huh” he mumbles one hand moving to the back of your head, pulling you away from his neck. You stare into his eyes biting your lip “What do you want baby, huh go one tell me” he whispers to you his face moving closer to yours.

“Your fingers please, mine don’t do it as good as yours- can’t cum without you Kats” You admit to him before closing the gap between you both. His lips slightly chapped kiss back immediately his head on the back of your head holding you in place as he deepens the kiss between you both.

Bakugos hand moves from your waist down to where you needed him most. He rubs you over your thin pajama pants, he can feel how wet you are. Pulling away from the kiss you chase his lips but he pulls you back “This wet already tch” he smirks before moving his hand away to go into your pants. His fingers rub your clit lightly “Only my fingers can make you cum huh baby” he says before going down and pushing one of his long meaty fingers into your hole.

You moan and the hand that was holding the back of your head immediately goes and covers your mouth as he shakes his head “Nuh uh baby gotta be quiet can’t have anyone hearing us now can we” he says before plunging another finer inside you. Not moving them just keeping them still inside your soft walls.

He moves his hand from your mouth to hold onto your neck “Please move Katsuki, please need it- need you please” you beg him your voice almost above a whisper. You try and grind your hips against him but he beats you to it slowly moving his fingers in and out of you. He goes faster and faster until you’re biting your lip to keep yourself quiet.

“Woke me up for this huh. Needly little bitch can’t even wait till morning damn extra” He scoffs.

He feels your gummy walls squeeze his fingers tightly at his words. He smirks leaning his face closer to yours to look at your “You like that huh? Like being treating like a little slut, my little slut” he tells you his thumb coming to rub your clit pushing you closer and closer to your release.

Nodding your head you try to speak the feeling in your stomach tightening “Yes m your slut katsuki” you whine you head falling back, as your back arches.

“My whiney girl huh, you gonna cum already. Go on cum for me” Bakugo demands his fingers curling inside of you. He watches as your jaw drops face full of ecstasy.

The band in your stomach snaps as your fish all over his long thick fingers. His fingers don’t stop as you cum, fucking you through your high, thumb stilling rubbing your clit. He slowly down ever so slightly “Good girl, did so good for me” he whispers slowly pulling his fingers out of your hole. His hand comes out of your now soaking pajama bottoms.

He slips his fingers into his mouth sucking your juices off as you watch out of breath. You lick your lips “Your so hot Katsuki thank you” you smile slightly at the boy and you squirm in his lap.

Bakugo smirks “Tch I know dumbass” he says lifting you off his lap and onto the soft sheets of his bed. He walks towards his closets grabbing a pair of his boxers and throws them at you “Change dumbass don’t want you soaking up my bed” he tells you walking back and laying down, getting under the blankets.

“Thanks Kats” you mumbles changing and then climbing over to him.

You lay down on his chests and his arms instinctively wrap around you. He kisses your head one big hand rubbing up and down your bed “Sleep now we have training tomorrow” he demands.

Closing your eyes you nod into his chest place a kiss right where his heart is “Mhm love you Kats” you mumbles drifting to sleep.

“Love you too dummy” he mumbles slowly falling back asleep this time with you in his arms.

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