WEDNESDAY NIGHT INTERLUDE. — paige b. x fem!reader
╰┈➤ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺. you and paige were always designated fuck buddies. just you and her. after your greediness gets the best of you, she proves that you know better.
╰┈➤ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. (sexual contents), weed usage, tribbing, fingering, pussy eating (p!receiving), spit play (ish), toxic yuri..., edging (lots of it), hair pulling, degrading.
╰┈➤ 𝘬𝘦⁷⁷ 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴. WELL HELLO. i have returned from the infamous writing break to give you this blurb for (way after) new years cus yall r my babies and i luv you oh so much (teeheeeee) i hope all of you achieve your new year’s resolutions and leave all negative shit in 2025! expect more from me since they cuttin a bitch work hours…👩🏽💻
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“Been a minute since we slept together, gotta get myself together.”
“I’ve been thinking about everything… I don’t know if it’s because I’m lonely?”
“Lonely on a Wednesday night.”
— PARTYNEXTDOOR.
It was a dark, and very boring Wednesday night. Your phone was on do not disturb, and the blunt in your hand was freshly rolled. The room was lit up ever so slightly, the brown floor lamp dim in the corner of your living room. The netflix show you decided to binge had been off for a while–the noise of the air blowing out of your Playstation was loud, signaling that it was time to get a new one.
All you had on was a white camisole, that clinged to your braless tits, making your nipples hard in the below freezing living room. Your black lace panties had just been slipped back on, considering the session you just had with yourself before you rolled this blunt.
Your necklaces clung to your sweaty skin, the mixture of sweat and your Prada perfume creating a different kind of smell, one you didn’t mind. It smelled like sex–in a good way.
You felt so lonely on nights like these, fresh out of a situationship with the one girl you thought was your ‘number-one-sex-candidate’, Paige Bueckers. The two of you cut it off after she caught you fucking around with other people–but man, do you regret it. You thought about the way she felt inside you, which was the cause of your panties being long gone a while ago. It was to the point you bought a dark blue dildo to match her strap, just so it could feel like she was dicking you down all over again. You screamed her name, spelled her name out when your fingers were inside yourself–for a situationship, you were clearly obsessed with her.
The amount of times you wished you could just pick up the phone, tell her you needed her, wanted to make her head so big, that she would come over and fuck you just to prove a point. You had all this weed to yourself, and you felt like you needed the company. She was pissed when you went to someone else to get off, fucking all her anger out before blocking you on everything completely. She hit every angle inside of you, fucking you so deep while you were in missionary, forcing you to tell her that nobody could fuck you like she could.
And she made you feel how stupid you were for fucking someone else.
The girl was a random, it was an honest mistake, really. The one night your body craved another body on top of it, the temperature rising every time you climaxed. You were impatient. Paige was on a trip with her team, all the way in Turks and Caicos, without you. Out of the couple conversations the two of you did have, you vividly remember her telling you she wouldn’t be back for at least a week–but you couldn’t wait that long to be fucked.
You needed it now.
But being greedy gets you nowhere, because that night–the night you went out on a solo date, so bored and horny… just aching for Paige to come back home to you–there was this girl, not only was she charming and sweet, she looked just like Paige.
You seduced her with ease, downing a couple shots back to back, tipsy enough to feel on her with every thing being reciprocated. You could tell she liked you, and that made things so much easier on your end. After a couple more shots between the two of you, you took her back to your apartment–her tongue was deep inside of your mouth as soon as you hit the door, and before you knew it–your back was arching off the fabric of your couch, with her head between your legs, slurping every drop of your pussy.
She dicked you down good, too. But it was never how Paige did you. Paige knew exactly what angles to hit, how to curve it inside you just right–and she knew how to make you cum in under five minutes, tops. She knew how to make you loud, and keep you quiet–and when she fucked you… it sent you to a whole different dimension.
This one night stand knew how to fuck, but you missed Paige. You missed the way her voice got all low when she was inside, whispering to you like other people could hear her. It was like some type of love spell, and at one point you almost told her you loved her mid-stroke. Sometimes you used to think that if you ever did, she just might say it back–and that sat just fine with you.
The night she had living proof you fucked someone else–she was furious. It was past midnight, a little after your “one-night-stand”, and you tried your best to hide how fucked out you were. Your hair was messy, clothes all over the floor. You tried to play it off as just being lazy when Paige came over, since she knew you had been busy with all the things you were juggling at the moment. But Paige doesn’t forget anything. Not a single thing.
That night she arrived at your apartment, she stripped you of everything immediately. She was craving you like crazy, so much as ripping the new pair of Victoria Secret panties she had just bought you, and kissing down your hips slowly. Her lips were so soft, and the very lightly tinted lip balm she had on left marks on your thighs. The way her lips pecked against you made you wet, as she did nothing but speak absolutely reckless in your ear.
She was making her way back up to your tits–when she saw things she never wanted to see. There was a fresh hickey on your right boob, not even bruised all the way yet. One thing about Paige–she never forgot what she left on your body. Didn’t forget not a single mark, hickey, scratch–nothing. Paige had a system when it came down to fucking you–it was a job only she did, she could leave whatever she wanted on you, and you’d beg for more–Every. Single. Time.
But this right here, it set her off completely. Of course she was mad–you were giving her pussy up this easy, acting like every time she fucked your brains out, it meant nothing. She made you pay for it that night too, and it puts you in the same predicament every time when you think about it–stripping yourself naked, lying on the plush mattress with the same vibrator you seemed to use six times out of the seven days of the week. You couldn’t resist her, really–that sexiness in her voice was so addictive, and don’t even start on the tapes you made. They were still in your hidden album inside of your camera roll, and you found yourself visiting that album tonight.
So here you were, a fresh blunt after completely obliterating yourself, over a girl you didn’t know even wanted to fuck you again. But nothing was impossible. So much so, that you lit your blunt, took a puff, and picked up your phone. It might’ve seemed like you were the only obsessed one between the two of you–but in reality, it wasn’t just you. See, Paige had every right to keep you blocked on every platform, but she didn’t. She blocked you for a little while, then all of a sudden, she re-saved your contact, unblocked you on all her socials–just to make sure she could watch you closely. Better yet, watch you suffer without her.
You were tired of being a pussy, so you went to your contacts, and scrolled all the way down to the “P” section–passing some family members with the same letter, and seeing her name. Her contact picture was the two of you in her mirror, her standing behind you in nothing but a black tee and boxers, and you, in one of her t-shirts and your own panties–your bra across the room. You loaded the messages between you two, the last thing that was said was her calling you a “greedy slut”, since apparently, you were so desperate for sex.
come over?
please?
Radio silence.
You sat your phone back down on your couch, and after about twelve minutes passes–you felt the small vibration of a notification. You knew it wasn’t just any notification though, knowing your do not disturb didn’t let anything through. It was Paige.
What happened to your other bitch
She must couldn’t make you cum
Yeah ik 😂
Her ego turned you on so bad. More than anything. The way she knew you couldn’t live without her touch, her kisses, her fingers, her pussy, her strap. Little did you know, she was craving you too, and thinking about your body turned her on too. There were so many nights she’d snatch her boxers clean off–quickly pulling up one of your old sex tapes, moaning your name softly, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. Paige wasn’t even the type to feel this way about any girl, especially when they went out fucking other girls. But you, you were something different–out of her comfort zone. Not only did she fuck you good, you fucked her good, too. She never let anybody else touch her body like you did, never let anyone below her belt, unless she was in control completely.
A couple minutes passed once again, and your phone started buzzing. You turned it over, screen faced up, and watched the bold letters appear. It was Paige, and you picked up the phone, trying to process the thought of her even wanting to contact you again.
You let it ring a couple more times, finally clicking the green button.
*Hello?”*
*...*
*”You still stay inna same apartment?”
*”Rent too good to leave, Paige. Why you ask?”*
*”Yo address still 926?”*
*”Mhm.”*
*”I’m onna way.”*
And right after that, Paige hung up the phone. You didn’t know what to do, the two of you hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, let alone spoken to each other. But her voice, that raspy, sexy, sound had your panties hanging on for dear life. You missed that voice, bad. And that same voice, along with Paige Bueckers herself, was on the way to your apartment. Who knows what she was gonna do to you? Was she there to argue? Make up for lost time? Kiss you? Hug you? Fuck you?
It was all intriguing to you, but that little voice inside your head was slightly frightened. The last time you two saw each other, she fucked your guts crazy. And if she was down with fucking you senseless while you two were beefing, who knows what she’d do when it’s been a while. A while since she’s seen your body, been a minute since she’s kissed and held it. You didn’t know what you were getting into tonight, but you were prepared for whatever there was to come.
You got up from your couch, and quickly ran some hot shower water. You scrubbed your body down, and went over the hairs you missed on your legs, making them smooth as butter. You dried off, rubbing all the special and expensive body oils all over your body. You smelled heavenly, your body absolutely radiant under your vanity lights. You applied your skincare, making all your face slick and shiny, with the smallest swipe of lash serum on both of your eyelids.
You didn’t know if you wanted to be casual or sexy, even though you figured you knew what she was coming over for–you didn’t want to assume. You threw on something simple, a big tee and the cutest panties you had. Throwing your hair up, you strutted back to the living room to re-light your blunt. You wanted to seem more relaxed, and the smoke you blew out was doing just that. You inhaled, exhaled, and repeated. Your body felt calm and collected, and ready for any and every thing.
You knew Paige lived decently far from your apartment, and that’s why she insisted on driving to see you every time you two linked. It was easier on her. It took you a good hour to get all the way ready, and for a second you thought Paige was flaking to get back at you once more. But your doubts were shut down right after they popped in your head, because a couple seconds later, there was the faintest knock on your front door. You dusted your shirt off, and kept the blunt in hand. You sashayed over to the door, and you took a peek into your peephole. It was her, in all her glory.
Her hair was in a low bun, with a black beanie over it. She had on her glasses, and you had a feeling she remembered you told her you liked them on her. Her gray Essentials sweatpants were low on her hips, with the drawstrings untied. Her Calvin Klein boxers peeked ever so slightly above her waistband. She had her keys in between her fingers, and the veins throughout her hands were popping out like she was ready to get her blood drawn. You took a breath, and unlocked the door.
The door clicked, and all Paige could do was stare up and down your body. You leaned on the doorframe, and took a hit of your blunt in front of her. A small smirk creeped upon her face, and she reached her two fingers out to take a hit from it as well.
“You gotta come inside, if you wanna smoke my weed.” You said, the tone in your voice causing Paige to lick her lips.
“That’s the only reason you want me to come inside?” Paige asks, stepping past you and setting her keys down on your granite countertop.
“Is there any other reason you’re at my apartment this late?” You tease, handing her the blunt. She takes a long drag, maintaining eye contact while she exhales. She made everything look so sexy to you, the smallest things had your pussy tingling through your panties. She handed your blunt back to you, and sat manspread on your couch. Her long arm was extended across the back of it, and her hand rested on her thigh.
“You look pretty.” Paige huffed, that smirk popping back up on her tanned face.
“Thank you, Paige.” You giggled, but you wanted to know the real reason she was here. Was it sex? Or to sit around and tease all night? Because you could easily do both.
“Why’re you here, Paige.” You say, inhaling the substance from your blunt once more. You dipped it in the ashtray and got comfortable in your spot.
“I can’t come see you?” She asks, throwing her hands up in defense.
“Didn’t know you still wanted to see me, P.” You sigh, dropping your head down in disappointment.
Paige picked your chin up, and looked you straight in your eyes. Your eyes were tinted pink, and your lashes drooped low on your eyelids. The weed was getting settled in your system–and Paige could tell. She stroked your jaw, and brought you into her lap. You let her do whatever she wanted with you, and it always worked out in your favor. She held on to your hip, and took the blunt from out of your fingertips. She took a drag, and pulled your bottom lip down with her finger.
“Open.”
You opened your mouth, and she blew the smoke into your mouth so you could inhale it. Then as you take it all in, her lips connected with yours, and all you could feel was her tongue fighting against yours. You pulled away and stared at her, but all she could do was smile at you.
“I can show you I still fuck with you, mama.” Paige whispers, grabbing any of the meat of your bare ass that wasn’t covered by your panties, and just rubbing it to her liking.
“I missed this ass too, baby.” Paige says, her voice low, making you smile.
You took the blunt back from her, inhaling, and exhaling into her mouth. She stuck her tongue in your mouth, and saliva dripped down from both of you. Paige was groping your ass harder each kiss, forcing your hips to grind down on her lap, leaving your panties damp. She hooked her long fingers on your panties, tapping your legs to lift them up, so she could take the fabric that was covering nothing, right off of you.
She threw your panties on the floor, and felt on the slick of your pussy.
“You get wetter every time I pull up to this apartment, I see.” She teases you, and makes circles around your clit. She rubs and rubs, stimulating every inch of your body until you can’t physically take it anymore. That was her signature. She wanted to overstimulate you every chance she got, because watching you fall apart was heaven on Earth. She slowly slides two fingers in your pussy, pumping in and out so she could watch you squirm.
She was whispering all kinds of shit in your ear, and that was one of your favorite parts. She knew how to talk you through every position, every angle, every orgasm.
“Ride these fingers, baby. C’mon.” Paige whispers, moving your hips back and forth against her digits. The sound of your pussy was ungodly, and it was music to Paige’s ears. “How could you have given all this away so easily?” You thought to yourself. Paige was the only one who could make you fold like this, and you were so stupid to have given up her pussy like that. And so here you were, riding her fingers like your life depended on it–waiting for her to tell you to cum at any second.
But all of a sudden, her fingers stop moving inside of you. All the passion came to a halt. She pulled her fingers out of your pussy, her fingers halfway soaked. She maintained eye contact, and sucked her fingers clean. Paige kissed you, hard. Her tongue was back in your mouth, and the two of you were fighting for power. But Paige needed this right now. She needed your body.
She pulled away from your mouth, and lifted you up right from her lap. She looked down at your pantless body, and took your hand. She led you to your own bedroom, the same room she fucked you in so many times. It was a room she missed.
You made it to the door, and Paige stood at the doorframe, admiring the room she once fucked you over eight times in one night in. You were so shy all of a sudden, seeing her tall frame standing against the door. Her boxers showing, her eyes low and droopy–it was like a wet dream.
She walked towards you, looking down at your body–scanning it like the rough draft of an essay. She got so close to your face again, with the stench of weed and her Valentino perfume flooding your nose.
“Arms up.” Paige demands, lightly massaging your shoulder. You lifted your arms up, and she took off the oversized shirt that covered your body. She couldn’t do anything but bite her lip at the sight of you, your beautiful plush tits, and the small tattoo on your collarbone. She bent down, grabbing your chin. She turned your head, and kissed down your neck while the two of you stood there.
“Y’know how you can make all this up to me?” Paige asks.
“Mmm..how, baby?” You moan quietly, your hands tangling in the wavy strands of her hair.
“Let me use you.” Paige mutters, while leaving a fresh hickey on the side of your neck.
She stopped kissing your neck, and grabbed your hips. She backed you into your mattress, and pushed you ever so slightly. You were completely naked, looking up at her. You squeezed your legs together, every single movement you made, any type of pressure–it was all getting you closer to cumming.
“Take em’ off me.” Paige directed, gesturing to the sweatpants clinging to her long legs. You blinked–getting all shy on her again. You stared up at her once more, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face.
“I’m not gon’ ask you again, mama.” She grabbed your jaw, and it made you moan instantly. You pulled down her sweatpants slowly, watching her thighs twitch from the cool air. Her pants reached to her ankles, and your heart was beating so fast, you could’ve sworn Paige could hear it thumping. Then came her boxers, they were navy blue with the Calvin Klein logo on the waistband, and once you pulled them down, you could feel your mouth salivating at the sight of Paige’s pussy.
She was practically dripping, the wetness was hidden away in her discarded boxers. You took one look at how wet she got for you, and completely lost any sense you had left. You gripped her thighs, and dipped your head into her crotch. You lapped at her pussy, using your tongue to pleasure the woman who always had the nerve to look this good.
“Fuck, mama. Eat this pussy, baby.” Paige moaned, gripping the back of your head, and pushing it deeper and deeper between her legs–forcing your tongue further inside her pussy. The veins were practically popping out of her hands, and she was pulling your hair so hard–but it felt so good. She moaned and moaned in your ears, practically riding your face. Her face was scrunched up, and you could tell she was reaching her limit.
You broke free from her, slowly retracting your tongue from inside of her. Her head was thrown back, until she felt you coming to a stop. She looked down at you, her anger slowly fading into her face. She jerked your head back, looking at you with her eyebrows furrowed.
“The fuck is you doin’?” She exclaimed, her voice raspy from never holding back when she moaned, and bending down to look at you, eye-to-eye.
You bit your lip at the sight–her face red, and her plush lips pink from all the kissing the two of you did.
“Lay back.” You told her, standing up before her, and switching spots with her. She was sitting on your bed, her pants and boxers laid out on the floor. She scooted back against your headboard, and snatched her white tee off in the process. She threw it across your room, planning on never putting it on again for a while. She slouched slightly, and watched as you slowly rubbed on your body, and crawled across your bed to meet her.
She looked up at you in amazement, casing and staring at your body like it was a champions trophy. She missed all of you. You placed yourself on her lap, and the small moan that erupted from her mouth was sinful. You grinded on her good, the two of your pussies connecting with so much ease. She grabbed your hips, and started pushing you down on her lap further and further. The sound was ridiculous, the squelching between the two of you echoed throughout the room–your pussies wetter than they had ever been before.
“You missed this pussy, baby?” You moaned out, Paige giving a head nod.
“Tell me you missed it, don’t nod.” You demanded, moving your hips faster.
“Okay. Okay, baby–fuck. I missed this pussy, mama. Damn.” Paige yelled out, her face growing pinker every grind. Her pussy was wet, and it felt so soft against yours. This is what felt right. You smiled at her, grabbing her shoulders, and slapping your body against hers. Her eyes were rolling back, and her mouth was slowly opening. Moans couldn’t even form anymore, it felt so good–that no sound could escape Paige’s mouth.
“Y’close, baby?” You whispered, before throwing your head back from the sensation of your pussy taking over your whole body.
“So, so, close. Lemme… fuck. Lemme hold you, mama.” Paige said, holding your back, and pressing herself against you. You slammed your pussy against hers, until the both of you came undone together. It was everywhere, on your stomach, her thighs, your sheets.
You kissed her sloppily, then eventually slowing down. The two of you laid on the side of your bed that wasn’t wet, and stared at your apartment’s popcorn ceiling. Paige looked down at the mess you made, and turned over to look at you.
“Do you love me?” She asks, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“I do love you.” You answer, turning and facing her.
“You not gon’ give my pussy up to no lame again, are you?” She asks sternly, biting her jaw.
“Never.”
“Aight, well. I love you too, then.” Paige says, smirking.
She pulled your body closer to hers, and you drifted into a deep sleep shortly after.
The next morning, Paige gathered her things, and you woke up to an empty bed. You figured she would just play you again, since fucking someone else obviously made her mad. A couple hours passed, and you made right with your feelings–assuming Paige wouldn’t be back, and the conversation last night was just an ‘after-sex fantasy’.
There was a knock on your door, and when you answered it–she smiled at you. Backpack on her back, and an extra bag in hand.
“We got time to make up for.”
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