『 “seems like you never been wetter, nd’ you never had better, baby. — partynextdoor. 』
⟢ — pairing : paige bueckers x fem!reader
⟢ — warnings .ᐟ : very sexual content, usage of cannabis
⟢ — author’s note .ᐟ : request by my angel, @rosemariiaa, absolute filth. thank her😊😊
⟢ — summary .ᐟ : after a long night of relaxing with paige, she finds herself yearning for more.
⟢ — tags .ᐟ : @rosemariiaa @pboogerswbb @cherryswisherz @tndaqlifwy @sierrale8ne @janaelalfysblunt @bueckersbitch @lovegalor333 @juspeaks @ohbueckers @omg-imtumbling @xxloveralways14 @mrsarnold @wbbgetsmewetter @lupinqs @linebg0 @authentic-girl03 @melpthatsme @ashortyluvsports @paigesbabygirl @d3arapril
enjoy! — thaatdigitaldiary
The apartment was warm and dimly lit, the faint aroma of lavender incense mixing with the sweet, earthy scent of freshly lit weed. Paige’s place always had this vibe—cozy, intimate, like you were stepping into your own little universe. Tonight, that universe felt even smaller, just the two of you nestled into the oversized sectional couch, sharing laughs, memories, and, of course, the blunt that Paige had expertly rolled.
You took another slow drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling in a lazy stream toward the ceiling. Paige watched you, her sharp blue eyes softened by the haze in the room. She was relaxed, reclined back with one arm draped along the back of the couch, her long legs stretched out, her sweats slightly sagging to reveal her boxers. She always had this effortless way about her, as if she could make even the simplest moment feel magical.
“This is good,” you said, passing the blunt back to her. “Where’d you even get this on campus?”
She smirked, taking it between her slender fingers. “I’ve got my sources, don’t worry about all that, ma,” she teased, leaning forward to take a hit. Her lips wrapped around the end, and for a second, you found yourself staring, maybe a little too long. You quickly looked away, your cheeks warming despite the cool January air outside.
The TV murmured in the background, some basketball highlights muted enough to be just a hum of background noise. Paige handed the blunt back, her fingers brushing yours briefly. That brief contact sent a ripple through you—and effect she seemed to have on you without even trying.
“Whatchu’ thinkin about?” She asked suddenly, her voice low, almost teasing.
You shrugged, trying to play it off. “Just…how chill this is. I like hangin’ out with you.”
Paige chuckled, her laugh a little huskier than usual. “You’re terrible at lying when you’re high, ma.”
You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Am I?”
“Yup,” she said, popping the “p” at the end. She sat up a little straighter, resting her elbows on her knees as she turned to face you more directly. “You think I can’t tell when you’re holding sum’ back?”
You held her gaze, a mix of nerves and excitement building in your chest. Paige had this way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. The warmth of the weed in your system wasn’t helping either, your inhibitions softening with each passing second.
“What about you?” You asked, trying to deflect. “What’s on your mind?”
She hesitated, something flickering in her expression. Paige wasn’t the type to stumble over her words. Confident, quick-witted, she always knew what to say. But now, she seemed almost… shy.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about some shit, yeah.” She admitted, her voice quieter now. She reached for the blunt again, taking a slower hit this time, as if it gave her time to gather her thoughts.
You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “What is it, P?”
She let the smoke curl out of her mouth, the words trailing after it. “You.”
Your heart skipped, the word hanging heavy in the air between you. “Me?”
“Mhm,” she said, her lips quirking into a nervous smile. “I mean, it’s not news, or anything. Y’know I dont play about you,” she trailed off, raking a loose strand back in her bun. “I want you, and anybody with eyes can see that shit.”
The room felt like it shifted, the hum of the TV and lingering buzz of the weed fading into the background. It was her—Paige, staring at you with those impossibly blue eyes, vulnerability etched into her usually composed features.
“You’re high, P,” you joked softly, trying to lighten the mood even though your heart was pounding.
She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m high as fuck, actually. But I mean that shit, mama.” Her hand found yours on the couch, her touch tentative but steady. “Ion’ think it’s just the weed talkin’. You… you make everything feel different. Better. Ion’ even think I can explain it.”
Your breath hitched, her words sinking in, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Paige…”
She smiled at the way you said her name, squeezing your hand gently. “You don’t gotta say anything right now. Just wanted you to know.”
The blunt sat forgotten on the ashtray as the moment stretched, her hand still on yours, her confession hanging in the air like smoke. And for once, words didn’t feel necessary. You leaned in, closing the space between you, your lips brushing hers in a kiss that tasted of weed and a thousand unspoken feelings.
When you pulled back, she was grinning, her cheeks flushed. “Kissin’ like you want me too, ma.” She teased, her voice a little breathless.
You laughed softly, biting your lip. “You wanna do it again?”
You climb onto Paige’s lap, her hands gliding over your hips, gripping them like she was about to lose sight of you, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents on your waist.
Your hips are pressed against hers. You pull away from the messy, sloppy, kiss you two just created, your lips glistening with Paige's spit. She pulls away to take a good look at you, then leans in to connect your lips once more.
"Jesus, ma." Paige whispers, gripping your hips tighter. You break away from the kiss once again, placing your thumb on Paige's chin, pulling it down to open her mouth, her tongue sticking out by itself. you look up into her eyes, as your lips wrap around her tongue, lightly sucking on it.
Paige's eyes shut, and she doesn't even realize that she's grinding into you, but you do--using this as an opportunity to grind down on her. You hold her face, as her hands trail up and down your back, where a fresh spine tattoo lays adorn.
"You tryna' fuck me or what, ma? Fuckin' head is spinning, right now." Paige says in between kisses, hands now up your shirt.
"Fuck me, P." You whisper, and a sudden jolt makes your kiss deeper.
Paige hoisted you both off of the couch, carrying you to her room, trying her best not to stumble on her practice shoes she forgot to put away.
She lays you down, stripping you of your sheer pajama shorts, throwing them across her room. She grabs the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving her in her sweats and a white nike sports bra. She leans down to kiss you once more, her silver pb5 necklace hovering over you.
"Eager, are we?" You say mockingly, as she works her way down to your neck.
"Hell yeah, I am. Now shut up, and lemme fuck you, baby." This makes you moan, the way Paige's voice drops two octaves lower, her seduction so sweet, and the way her breath felt when she whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine.
"Need these... fuckin' panties off, ma." Paige says, reaching her slender hand down to your lace panties, black, with a dainty bow in the front. Paige's hand brushed over your clothed clit, feeling the damp patch in the center of the fabric.
"Lemme feel that pussy, ma. You wanna let me?" Paige asks you, making you a squirming mess underneath her. Her touch alone felt indescribable, the way her hands were cold, but it felt so good.
She pulls your panties down with so much determination, that it rips slightly on the side.
"Paige! These were expensive!" You yell out, but Paige is too focused on how insane your body looks.
"Relax, baby, relax. I'll buy you some more, I promise... just needa' feel inside you, baby." She reassures, kissing on your thighs, taking in your perfume, that seemed to be lurking everywhere on your body.
"Smell so fuckin' good... who you smellin' good for, huh?" She teases, looking up at you, massaging your thighs at the same time.
"Mmm... you P." She slaps your thigh, smirking.
"Yeah, all for me. All for Paige."
Paige's fingers curl into you, the way your wet, gummy walls feel on her digits making her moan. "Shit, baby. Pussy's fuckin' soaked." She teases, her fingers thrust inside of you.
"Want you to cum, real quick for me, ma. You got it." Her knuckles are hitting every part of your sensitive walls, the way her fingers alone filled you up, a sensation you never thought you'd ever know or experience.
"Paige... m'gonna cum..--it's s'good." Paige uses her other hand to massage your tits, rolling the bud around, stimulating you even more.
You moan loudly, as Paige pulls her fingers out of you. She gathers the wetness from in between your thighs, tasting you for a moment.
You both moan as your wet tongues slide together, Paige sucking on yours again, flipping you around on all fours.
She walks to her closet, uncovering a box.
The contents inside was a purple strap, about seven inches long.
"Ass up, ma. Arch that shit."
"Yeaaah.. take this shit." Paige teased, practically pounding into you. She had you on all fours on her mattress, her hips meeting your ass with every thrust. Paige loved watching the way your ass jiggled when she was inside, it was one of her favorite things about you--having to constantly stop herself from watching you walk away from her, trying to maintain her self control.
None of that mattered anymore, not when she had you like this.
Paige felt so deep inside of you--she just seemed to stretch and fill you with perfection, something you figured she could do, just never getting a chance to act on it.
"You're so--fuuucckin'.. deep.. jesus." You whined, making Paige laugh condescendingly.
"I know baby, feel me all the way up there… fuck…, can't you?" Paige teases. She knew she was the best, giving you dick that almost felt like it could knock you up.
"Just take it, mama. Do it for... fuck-- me." Paige's speed increases, and she's fucking you dumb.
She grabbed your hips with heavy hands, and arched your back further.
Paige almost desperately wraps her hands around the flesh of your hips, chasing her high. Her heart rate was thumping, as you press your ass towards her again and again, fucking yourself on her strap.
"Fuck, ma. M'gonna cum if you--shit... keep that shit up." Paige whines, digging into the surface of your skin.
It's like a switch goes off in your brain, you want Paige to feel just as good as you do.
"Y'like that shit, huh? Knowin' how good you make me feel?" You whine, and Paige's groan is all the confirmation you needed to continue your teasing.
"Got this pussy wet as fuck, ma." Paige moans out, throwing her head back.
"S'too good, P, might knock me up." Your words are meant to be a joke, but this turned Paige on in a whole different way. Her hips suddenly slam into the fat of your ass, tears of bliss leaking from your eyes as she fucks you from behind.
"Mmm--fuck. You liked that shit? You wanna make me a mom, P?" It's almost as if this breaks Paige, her steady rhythms becoming sloppier, groans and moans slipping from her lips.
"Lemme make you a fuckin' mom, baby. Plant this shit in you.. fuck..." Paige moans, grabbing your hair and fucking into you even harder. "Needa make you my baby.. fuckin'.. momma..--fuuuck… gonna make me cum like this, baby.”
You and Paige are loud. All this commotion from her hips slapping yours, both of your moans combined--Paige's neighbors were destined to come knocking at any minutes.
"Gotta make sure this shit takes, ma. Finna.. fuck--knock you up." Paige holds your body still, and starts drilling into you.
"Cum for me.. one more. Gotta give you what you--fuck.. deserve."
It's a matter of minutes before the both of you cum, collapsing onto Paige's sex-filled sheets.
You both try to catch your breath, as Paige holds you close, kissing your collarbone softly.
"You realize I woulda done that shit sober, right?”
