𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ౨ৎ paige bueckers

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮

๛ ๋ ׅ ˖  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 '𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 / 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 '𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝅄 ׂ⭒

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞.ᐟ

official warning: this chapter is the first to contain smut! i made this a double update so you can skip to the next chapter if you dislike the content in this part (it'll only be a little bit of a time skip xx)

i'd like to reiterate that if paige ever expresses discomfort with fanfiction, this story will be taken down immediately. my words are never intended to harm anyone, let alone her. i have nothing but respect for paige and her boundaries, and recognize that this fictional version of her in no way mirrors the real paige bueckers. 

with that being said.... 

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real life, present (maia's POV)

The only noise in the car came from the rain: a consistent, rhythmic pitter-patter painting the windows. The Uber driver, an older gentleman who spoke little English, stayed silent. So did Paige. Even without words, she had me hot and bothered. Her hand stayed on my thigh the entire ride, fingers trailing up and down my inner leg. She teased and traced patterns, never going quite where I needed her. My eyes faced the world instead of her, unwilling to reveal the effect the blonde had on me. If it weren't for the man's presence, I would've moved her hand to my growing heat. Instead, I glared at her. Paige smirked in return. 

Her hands left my body once we arrived, maintaining a friendly demeanor in front of the staff (and anyone else watching us). The elevator ride was casual. Between forced small talk, I almost thought I'd imagined her touch in the car. 

We barely made it to the room.

The door locked behind us, but I barely registered the click shut. Within seconds, Paige had me pinned against the wall, her body pressed flush against mine. What she lacked in self-restraint she more than made up for in passion. Her hands found my waist, gripping me tight, pulling me closer. Our lips connected once more, hungry and insistent. Each kiss drew a noise from me I didn't dare suppress. Her hands wandered. I just let her touch engulf me.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," she gasped against my lips. Her voice was sultry, complete with that signature rasp that drove me crazy. Even without a mirror, I knew I was a mess - disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, breathing fast and heavy. Pretty.

Her wandering hands found their destination and lifted the hem of my shirt, slipping underneath and moving upwards. Her fingers were cool against the heat from my skin, a contrast that made my breath hitch. She held eye contact as she teased, memorizing every twitch in my face, feeding on the desire radiating off of me. Her touch trailed my stomach, then my ribs, and landed just below my breast. She paused. Ever so lightly, her thumb brushed against my hardened nipple.

Her voice was low, raspy. "Can I?"

"Please."

She cupped my breast, squeezing and kneading until I moaned, quickly covering my mouth. Paige just pushed my hand aside, clearly pleased with herself.