summary- you are drunk at a party and paige pays for one of your drinks. sprouting a flirty conversation andâŠ
Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you swayed your hips to the song that was playing. Your arms came up above your head while you whipped your hair around. Music was blasting, and many conversations blended together. Yet, the sounds seemed blocked out. Strobe lights flashed as you inhaled the sickening smell of sweat and marijuana. The bitter taste of alcohol burned your tongue as you grew tired of dancing.
Walking over to the bar, you ordered another drink. Your eyes fluttered with tiredness, exhaustion hitting you out of nowhere. Snapping you out of your thoughts, the bartender set your drink down. Meeting his eyes, he looked at you expectantly- waiting for you to pay him.
"How much?" You asked, reaching in your pockets for money.
"I got it," an attractive voice said out of nowhere, and you watched as a pale arm gave money to the bartender.
Looking over, you saw a tall blonde girl standing beside you. She had piercing blue eyes and wore a lopsided grin as she looked down at you. Confusion settled within you. Who was she, and why had she paid for you?
You began to ask, but she cut you off, "I thought I would buy a pretty girl a drink." She shrugged, acting as if it was the most usual thing in the world.
You didn't know if it was because of how drunk you were or how hot she was, but her comment made you blush. Glancing down, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and tried to gain your composure.
"Oh, t-thank you," you stuttered, wondering why you were so nervous.
She smirked, aware of the effect she had on you. Coming closer, she leaned on the counter as you had, and you took the opportunity to study her further. She wore a plain white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and white Airforces.
Suddenly, realization spawned in you. This was Paige Bueckers. Paige Bueckers was standing right before you and possibly flirting with you! Well, she was clearly flirting with you. After buying you a drink and calling you pretty, it was easy to come to that conclusion.
The real question was, were you going to flirt back? Another easy answer: obviously! I mean, this girl was practically famous. Everyone on campus knew her and had a crush on her. Not to mention, she's been a basketball superstar since she was in high school. As well as the fact she had at least a million edits made of her on TikTok.
Standing up straighter, you looked her in the eye. It was well known that she was confident and had an impressive roster (with girls and boys). But who's to say you didn't as well?
"What's your name?" Paige asked, tilting her head in a way that almost made you melt.
"Y/n, what about you?" You responded, shooting the same question right back at her.
A smile flashed across her face, "Come on, you don't know me?"
You knew she could tell you were lying, but you were enjoying this game you had going on. "No, should I?"
She shrugged, "No, but most people do."
You furrowed your eyebrows, replying sarcastically, "Oh, that's cocky."
She grinned again, "I'm telling the truth!"
"Well, if we're being truthful now, I know who you are."
"Oh, yeah?" She said, a knowing smirk overtaking her smile.
She nodded, "Ok then, what's my name?â
You scoffed, "What is this a Q&A?"
"Mhm, trying to see how much of a stalker you are."
"I am not a stalker!" You exclaimed defensively, "That's basic information that any UConn student would know!"
"Ok, ok," she held her hands up in surrender. "You're not a stalker, I'm sorry."
After laughing about the conversation for a while, Paige proposed something. "So, Y/n," she said, showing off that she knew your name. "Wanna go back to my place?"
You raised your eyebrows, surprised at her boldness. "Why?â
She shrugged, her lips pressed together in a knowing smile. "No reason, we could just hang out, or..." she trailed off, looking at you mischievously.
You laughed and looked away from her, thinking about it. "You're not a serial killer or anything, right?"
She laughed, throwing her arm over your shoulder. "No, I'm not," she stated, walking over to a group of girls. "I'm heading out," Paige said, you still glued to her side.
The girls all gave each other knowing looks. They had to be the basketball team and/or Paige's friends. "Ok," they called after you two, "have fun!" They teased, giggling amongst themselves.
Your face was hot from embarrassment as Paige apologized, "Sorry about them."
"It's ok," you replied, flattered that they thought of you and Paige that way.
The cold air hit your face as you left the house the frat party was at. The moon shone brightly, the stars glistening in the night sky. You looked up and saw the glorious sight of Paige's defined jawline. She looked paler than she had inside. Her long hair appeared shiny underneath the street lights.
Catching on, she glanced at you, "Enjoying the view?"
You rolled your eyes, your lips spreading into a smile. "No," you lied, your voice breathy and exasperated.
She laughed, shaking her head as you arrived at her car. Her car was very nice, a black SUV and in good condition. She opened the door for you, and you climbed in, watching as she walked around the front of the car to get in. Once you both had your seatbelts on, she put on Drake and started driving out of the parking lot.
"Do you live on campus?" You asked, partly because you wanted to break the silence and partly because you were curious.
"Nah, I live in an apartment about 10 minutes away," she responded, using one arm to drive.
"Do you have a roommate?"
She smirked over at you, "Why?"
You mirrored her expression, shrugging as you tried to play innocent, "Oh, no reason."
She chuckled, "I do have a roommate. Her name's Azzi, do you know her?"
"Yeah, I do. I've seen Azzi play before."
"She's great. We've been best friends since high school."
"That's cool," you replied, eager to learn about her life.
"Yeah, we met when we were playing for USA. Don't worry; she'll stay out for a while.
"Good," you mumbled under your breath, hoping that Paige wouldn't hear.
"What was that?" Paige asked, leaning closer to you.
"What was what?" You responded, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Paige laughed as she shifted her gaze back to the road.
Excitement bubbled up through you for the rest of the car ride. You were about to hook up with the Paige Bueckers! Sure, it was a possibility that you weren't going to fuck. But in your opinion, it was clear that she wanted to.
Paige mumbled along to the lyrics as she drove, drawing your attention to her pink lips. The only thought going through your mind was how badly you wanted to kiss her.
You didn't think the atmosphere could get any more intense. Until Paige placed her hand on your thigh, her hand moving farther and farther up. Your chest constricted as she drew patterns on you with her thumb.
Finally, you arrived at her apartment. You watched as she exited the car and walked around to open the door for you. Not even letting you think about getting out yourself. She gave you a reassuring smile as you stepped out of the car. Interlacing her fingers with yours and leading you to the complex. You went through a hall and up a few flights of stairs, and you could feel your panties getting wet. Going down another hall, Paige finally stopped and pulled out a set of keys from her pocket.
Unlocking the door and opening it, a cute apartment came into view. A gray couch pushed up against a wall and facing a TV. A circular coffee table sat between the two on the beige carpet. The kitchen was tiny but decent and had a mini island in the middle of it. There looked to be two rooms and an extra door, which you assumed to be a closet.
Paige wasted no time, leading you to what had to be her room. It was simple and messy, but you liked it. It had a queen-sized bed in the middle that faced a dresser and TV, and another door led to a bathroom off to the side. But your eyes focused on the posters plastered on her wall. They included SZA, Drake, and basketball. You also noticed a lot of photos of her family and friends. One thing that really caught your eye was the blanket that covered her window.
You pointed to it, a confused look on your face, "What's that?"
She blushed, embarrassed. "Oh, yeah- I don't have curtains," she explained, making you giggle. "Hey, don't laugh!" She exclaimed, walking up towards you.
"Sorry," you covered your hand with your mouth.
She bit her lip, now standing only inches away from you. Your laughter soon died down as you got lost in the act of looking into her eyes. Time seemed to slow down, and all you could think about was how pretty she was.
"Can I kiss you?" She whispered into the silence, her eyes looking hazy.
"Yes," you whispered back, leaning up to her.
She slowly connected your lips, and you had to stop yourself from moaning at the feeling. This kiss felt different than all the other ones you've had. It was like a spark shot through both of your bodies, passion coursing through you.
Paige pulled away with furrowed eyebrows, giving you a look that read: 'You feel that too?'. In response, you kissed her again. The kiss was more passionate this time, both of you eager to get more of that electric feeling.
Her hands roamed your body, landing on your hips. Meanwhile, you held her face, your thumbs caressing her soft skin. Everything felt euphoric as Paige's tongue poked at your lips, asking for entry. Giving her what she wanted, you parted your lips, relishing the way her tongue explored your mouth.
Growing tired of this position, Paige grabbed onto your thighs. Lifting you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. She turned around, walked over to her bed, and set you down. Standing up straight, she pulled her shirt over her head before climbing on you. Wasting no time, she reconnected your lips and shoved her knee between your legs.
"Paige!" You gasped, your back arching at the friction.
"Mhm," she hummed in response, kissing your jawline.
"I need you," you moaned.
"I can tell," she smirked, pulling away from the nape of your neck to look at you.
"Do something about it then," you huffed, taking off your shirt to show how serious you were.
Her eyebrows shot up at your actions. "Ok," she smiled, unclasping your bra.
She immediately latched onto your boob, sending a shiver up your spine. Her mouth worked quickly, her tongue flicking over your nipple occasionally. Her free hand soon started kneading your other breast, and you felt like you were about to explode. You were sure the whole building could hear you, but you didn't care. All you knew was that you wanted more.
You reached down to unbutton your pants, fiddling with the material. Paige ceased her actions, looking down to see what you were doing.
"Want me to take those off?" She asked.
"Mhm," you whined, nodding your head.
You bit your lip as you watched her slide them down your legs, your whole body shaking with anticipation. Before she could go any farther, you tugged on her sports bra, needing to see more of her body.
Understanding what you wanted, she took it off and threw it somewhere. Barely getting to see her chest, she grabbed onto your torso and hoisted you up farther on the bed. Standing up one last time, she removed her pants, revealing her black underwear.
She bit her lip as she laid on her stomach, her face only inches away from your cunt. She started sucking your clit through your panties, and you nearly lost it.
She then began placing open-mouthed kisses all over your inner thighs. Gently biting down at your sensitive skin every once in a while. The sensation somehow felt good at the moment, and you were positive it was the alcohol making you feel that way. Placing one last kiss on your stomach, she hooked her fingers on the waistband of your underwear.
"I'm gonna take these off now, ok?" She spoke, coming back up to your face.
"Please do," you begged, causing her to let out a breathy laugh.
She placed a sweet kiss on your lips as she took them off. And you felt so safe and comfortable under her touch. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back to examine your completely naked body. "You're beautiful," she said, her eyes flickering up to yours.
Your face reddened, and you couldn't stop the small smile that appeared. "Thank you," you whispered.
She matched your soft smile, pressing her lips against yours again. The kiss didn't last long as she slid a finger up and down your pussy, pressing on your clit. Your mouth fell agape, and all your words stuck in your throat. She maintained eye contact with you as she swirled your wetness around.
All the other times you've had sex, you've felt embarrassed. Wanting to hide the facial expressions and sounds you made. But with Paige, you wanted her to see and hear all of you. So, you let a string of moans and curse words escape your mouth. Earning lots of praise from Paige.
"Good girl, let me hear you," she whispered, her hot breath tickling your skin.
You almost came at her words, and her inserting one of her long fingers inside of you didn't help. You exhaled, looking down at her hand as she moved in and out of you. Her pace quickened, and you found your hips moving to the rhythm of her finger.
"Go faster," you commanded, your hands reaching to scratch Paige's back.
She did as you asked, adding another finger as well. At the same time, she started kissing your neck again. Finding your sweet spot and adding to your pleasure.
She was fingering you harder and faster now, the bed moving with the amount of force she was putting into it. You could feel your walls tighten as you got closer to finishing. Paige made her way down your body. Kissing your boobs and stomach before reaching your soaking center. She knew you were close, and she planned to send you over to the edge by attaching her mouth to your clit.
Her plan worked, and you screamed her name as you gripped her hair. You felt completely out of control, the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. Waves of pleasure surged through you as you released all into Paige's mouth and hand. You took a deep breath as you came down from your high, now exhausted.
You expected Paige to stop, but she kept on going as if you didn't just orgasm. Your breathing picked up again as Paige kept on fingering you and flicking her tongue over your clit.
"Paige, please!" You exclaimed, becoming overstimulated.
"Do you want me to stop?" Paige asked, her cold breath hitting your cunt.
Your heart felt like it was about to burst, and your senses were completely overloaded. But it felt too good for it to end yet.
"No," you shook your head, tears brimming your eyes.
"Ok, just one more time then baby," she responded, her free hand pressing down onto your stomach.
You gripped onto her hair harder as you felt yourself cumming again. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, all sounds and words getting stuck in your throat. It was almost painful how good you were feeling, and this was by far the best orgasm you had ever had.
Paige pulled out of you, lapping up the cum that spilled out of you. You were sensitive and sore, but it felt good. So you let her, stroking her hair as she did so.
Coming back up to you, she pressed her lips against yours, groaning into the kiss. "You did so good, baby," she commented, pulling away to look into your eyes.
A blush coated your cheeks, and you found it hard to look into her eyes. "You did so good," you replied.
She smiled, proud of herself. "Yeah?"
You bit your lip as you rolled over on top of her, now straddling her waist. "Mhm," you hummed, tucking her hair behind her ear.
You looked at her admiringly, getting a good look at her body for the first time. Your eyes trailed over her small but full breasts, her pink nipples hard. Satisfying your urges, you reached up to touch them. Watching the way Paige's eyebrows pinched together as you kneaded her boobs. She inhaled, her hands holding onto your hips.
Next, you looked at her toned stomach and smooth legs. If she wasn't a basketball player- she could be a model.
Scooting further down, you fisted the material of her underwear. Looking up to her for permission before sliding them down her muscular legs. You decided against teasing her, knowing she worked hard and deserved to feel good. Yet, you couldn't help your need to place kisses all over her boobs and stomach. But once you finished, you settled yourself between her thighs.
Her eyes shone with desperation as she looked down at you, making you even more eager. Your tongue spread her folds, and you hooked your arms under her thighs. Attaching your mouth to her clit, she let out a satisfying groan, her heels digging into your back.
Becoming more aggressive with your actions, you flicked your tongue over her clit. She whimpered, her hands cradling your head. Her breath came out short and fast-paced, her chest heaving with her labored actions.
You moved down to her dripping slit, dipping your tongue in her. Her body tensed, and you watched as she bit her lip, trying her best to stay quiet. Paige's back arched off the back as you used your nose to apply pressure to her clit.
All you could think about was how good she tasted and how heavenly everything felt.
"Y/n," she moaned, sitting up on her forearms.
"Mhm," you hummed, sending vibrations throughout her body.
Her head dropped back, her silky hair cascading down her back. "Shit," she murmured, her voice husky. "Do that again," she instructed.
You hummed again, now using the flat of your tongue to rub her clit. Her legs squeezed around your head, and you could tell she was getting close. You reached up to pinch her nipple, twisting it in a circle. She shut her eyes tightly, your finger coming to tease her entrance.
Hoping it would cause her to finish, you shoved your finger inside of her. Curling it into her g-spot instantly.
She moaned again, "Fuck, right there."
The pace of her breath drastically picked up, and her fingers dug into your scalp. You kept going as best as you could as she came, trying to move your finger and tongue even faster than before. Her face was so expressive, and so were the sounds she made.
Her stomach heaved up and down as she came down from her high. Running her hand through her hair as she tried to catch her breath.
Once you were sure she finished, you crawled back up her body. Her eyes looked tired as she slowly blinked at you. Her arms wrapped around your waist as you straddled her once again. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, and her body slightly sweaty.
"Thank you," she said, rubbing her hands up and down your side.
She mirrored your grin, pulling you down to lay on her. You nestled your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her addictive scent. Her fingertips traced patterns on your lower back, her soft breath tickling your ear. Your eyes fluttered, and exhaustion hit you for the second time tonight.
After a while, you felt yourself slip into sleep in Paige's warm embrace.
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