my babies are eatinggg with the fic ideas and i can’t WAIT to read them and drop my own!!!!!!!😭😭😭 let me lock in a little guys I PROMISE I’M COMING BACK
warnings angst, hopkins flashbacks, minimal pazzi mentions, internal/outright homophobia, religious trauma, sexual content, poorly written hoops, and world history.
⁎⠀┉⠀ They were young, dumb, and so seriously in love.
Kayden Kennedy met Paige Bueckers once when they were 16 in a series of events that proceeded to change the long and tumultuous course of her life.
Her father was stationed overseas and the athlete was busy chasing her second gold medal. They were focused on anything other than finding love, but it seems like that’s when things find you.
Kayden moved across the world a year later, joining her mother in Minnesota and attending Hopkins High School, with her. With Paige. She grew up a devoted Catholic girl— going to church every Sunday, praying every night before bed— never once did she think seeing Paige again would lead to falling in love. But it did. Much to her mother’s dismay.
So they did what any young lesbian couple who feels like the world is against them would do; they got married. Well, sorta.
It’s been years. Five long years and now they live miles apart, nothing but the occasional mention of the other from their parents, and complete radio silence.
Or at least that was the case until now.
Until Dallas.
MRS. Kayden Jade Kennedy December Seventh 2001 military brat — lover of world history — ninth grade teacher 🏰🌿🍰👩🏾🏫🌈
MRS. Paige Madison Bueckers October Twentieth 2001 casual lego builder — lives the game — dallas wings point guard 🏀⛪️🕯️🏆📚
playlist american wedding frank ocean , loml taylor swift , down to earth justin bieber , godspeed frank ocean , honeymoon avenue ariana grande , take you down sza , do what i say kwn , miss you so frank ocean , the girl is mine michael jackson , party 4 u charli xcx , hours in silence drake , poison jack harlow , sharpest tool sabrina carpenter , rollercoaster october london , how do i breathe mario , glimpse of us joji , since way back drake.
lena talks 2U introducing you all to my new baby 🥹 this idea was gifted to me by my 👩🏿💻anon, that i just tweaked a little bit. so anon if you see this, thank you love! i still have to finish planning a few more chapters, and then obviously i want to drop the fdafn epilogue; but chapter one of american wedding should be yours fairly soon 🥰 lmk if you’d want to be added (or removed) from the taglist and thanks for all the love you guys!
summary paige bueckers just won a national championship and was drafted number one, there’s absolutely nothing that could kill her high right now. so the only way to celebrate is to get drunk and nasty with her girl— because what else would one do? warnings pls actually read these, hella sex talk, oral, use of restraints, teasing, anal/ass play, fingering, scissoring, multiple orgasms, sex tape bc they freaky.
from lena i’m writing this is a mix of third and first person bc writing is actually kicking my ass! anyway, this is for the anon who asked ab writing anal like months ago, so pls if you don’t like it don’t fucking read it (or skip that part with the butt stuff… i’m not responsible for ur media consumption) 😭 congratulations to my wife on getting drafted, though there was never any doubt DALLAS P HERE WE COMEEEE.
I think my jaw actually falters when I sees her. Her hair even blonder than days prior, her eyes a shade of blue that makes me want to jump into her arms and attack her in kisses. Keep her here, in this hotel, all night. She looks beautiful.
Paige and Brittany had outdone themselves with Paige’s draft outfit. The black suit is bedazzled in stones. Long slacks that lead down to her boots and a jacket that flows with every movement she takes. The vest underneath has a deep V line, giving a nice look at her chest and necklace that draped down the center.
Then the thing I had my eyes set on the most; that fucking tie. (for the sake of plot just #pretend) It falls down the center of her body, stopping low near her navel. A dark dark black that makes the skin of her hands pop when she touches the fabric.
“I can’t tell if she likes it or not.” I can hear Brittany murmur to my girlfriend through my obvious haze. An answer builds on my tongue, but honestly, with the way she looks I forget about responding.
The blonde runs her hands through her hair, down and in waves as per my request. Then her hands run down her torso, playing with the sides of the suit jacket. I swear I feel my knees buckle and go weak.
“Venus?”
Paige has been riding a high all week, and though she really always has (it’s what attracted me to her at first meeting), this week has really done it.
When I landed in Tampa for the final four, she was all confidence and anticipation. Then, after the South Carolina beat down, followed by talk shows and fleeting drunk moments— it’s like that high has never faded.
Which brings us to know. My girlfriend, in a damn good suit, hours away from hearing her name called at the WNBA Draft in New York.
“Hmm?” I finally snap out of it, realizing that i was gushing over her in a room full of makeup artists, hairstylists, photographers, and of course KK Arnold and Azzi Fudd. “You said something?”
“I think that answers your question, B.” She laughs to herself, and I notice the way her own eyes rake over me.
My dress is a shiny, opulent silver. Floor length, with a slit that goes up to mid thigh. It’s backless, with straps that could probably break at a single touch. For my first real event alongside the blonde, I told Paige I should keep my outfit lowkey.
That didn’t sit well with her nor her stylist.
Brittany insisted and putting me in something memorable, something that people would talk about all week: The stunning Paige Bueckers and her gorgeous girlfriend. And honestly, the more they convinced me, the more I liked the sound of it.
“You look amazing, P. I like this color on you.” I murmur, eyes trailing up and down from her gold chain to the mixed metals on her fingers.
“Nah, I like this on you.” Paige whistles low, dragging her feet over to me and gently holding my waist. Even in my heels, her shoes give her some height that makes her tower over me, running her eyes up and down my body like we were the only ones in the room. “This too.” She comments.
Her fingers glide over the skin of my collarbone, over the fresh tattoo and the glow of my body butter, until it reaches my chain. The thin linked silver chain has a pendant hanging off the center.
5.
Paige’s number 5.
It sits nicely in the hollow of my collarbone, and obviously the blonde likes it because her fingertips keep finding their way to it.
“Watch those hands blondie, we outta here in five minutes.” Brittany mutters, dragging Azzi and KK out of the room behind her. The former teammates don’t hesitate to shoot us a look and KK makes sure to fake gag on her way out.
“And we’ll be there, don’t worry ‘bout me.” Paige shoos them off, and I’m glad because it gives me just enough time to gawk at how she looks.
“Paige.”
“Hmm?”
“This is only for the carpet right?” I questioned. My hands dart to the hem of her pants, pondering weather or not I pop the button and sink to my knees right here, or wait until later.
Paige’s head darts down, looking at my nails and how the fight to scratch at her abdomen. “Yes, baby.”
“Good.” I hum, taking yet another step into her space. “I don’t think I’d be able to control myself if you wore this all night.” My voice lowers, almost running dry from arousal.
But I couldn’t not notice the way she smirked, face flushing in either admiration or embarrassment, but knowing Paige it was probably both. “That means B did her job, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, letting her hand move up to cup my chin.
The blonde’s scent travels down to my nose, a masculine scent that I don’t think she’s worn before but now I wish she did because, fuck does it smell good. Her thumb drags down the center of my bottom lip and I jerk my head back.
“Paige! You’re gonna fuck up my lip liner.”
She smiles before leaning into me, pushing her lips to mine slowly. It’s nothing more than a peck, lasts no longer than two seconds but I swear it makes stomach flip and my legs buckle. Though, it seems like Paige could do nothing and I’d still react like that.
“Y’know,” she starts, “Imma fuck it up more when I kiss you in front of all those people after they call my name. Gotta show the world my girl.”
I smile, my nose brushing against her own. “Is that right?” Her hands travel down my body, gripping at my hip with one hand and running over my ass like a second nature with the other. “You’re gonna kiss me? Really?”
“Hell yeah. You think I wanted you here not to show you off?” Paige brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “Gonna kiss you crazy, V.”
My heart speeds up in my chest, and I just know there’s a blush on my cheeks and down my neck. I pat her chest, craning up to kiss her again when the knock on the door cuts me short.
“Get out! C’mon!”
“KK.” We groan at the same time.
Paige takes one last look over herself in the side mirror. She’s extra confident in this suit, and the way her jewelry hangs off of her body lets me know she’s really into this. It’s hot, almost too hot for me to think about anything other than taking all those clothes off.
I take her hand when we finally head for the door, interlacing my fingers with her own.
Until she gets closer, breath fanning my ear as she says, “y’think I can take you in front of that mirror later?”
My breath hitches, and all I can do is smile.
The draft goes as expected: orange carpet pictures and media moments that are either perfect for the internet or too out of pocket for the public eye. Paige is pulled off for countless interviews, leaving Venus alone to socialize.
She ran into Dijonai Carrington. Or more like Dijonai sought her out in a crowd full of people, anything to make Venus more comfortable— and it worked. They nearly got so swept up in conversation that Paige was seconds away from walking off and leaving the tattooed girl behind.
Paige changed into a different outfit, just as Paige-esque and maybe even more attractive. The Louis Vuitton suit is all black, glitter decals falling down the sides of her pants and decorating the lapels of her suit. She looks good, painted nails and silver rings adorning her fingers. The suit also meets in a deep V, except this time she wears nothing under it. It leaves too much to the mind, too much of what you want to do to her at the hotel. Even in her future apartment.
The blonde kept her word. As soon as the words left Cathy’s mouth— with the first pick in the 2025 WNBA Draft, the Dallas Wings select, Paige Bueckers. University of Connecticut— Paige was standing up and trotting over to everyone at her table.
She hugged her parents, who rubbed her firm on the back in an attempt to hide the tears that were due. Geno, making sure to reiterate just how much she hated him. Azzi, much to the delight of the audience— before she found her.
She kept her cool, slyly finding her way to Venus’s hips before connecting their lips. She keeps it as PG as she can, nails dragging over the expanse of her tattooed back before pulling her into a hug. Warm and secure, like she was thanking Venus for everything she’s been there for. The moments after injury, the late night car rides, the transition into a real relationship, and now— holding her down even while being some states away.
Venus watched her clutch the jersey in hand, a moment she swore Paige had been talking her ear off about since the season started.
Then it was off to the hotel. Again. Paige had changed into yet a third outfit, more casual than the first two, but still just as jaw dropping and leg weakening.
But Venus, oh Venus.
Her dress was a deep forrest green, accentuating and hugging every possible curve of her body. Her natural hair is styled in crimps, flipped over to the side, giving a soft look at the tattoos down her neck. A gold ‘P’ necklace sits between her collarbones and a gold arm cuff sits on the center of her sleeve. It was enough for Paige to nearly forget her last name.
Which brings them to now, some after party in the middle of the city. Paige is gone out of her mind. As soon as the first phone call with Curt and Chris ended, she was reaching for a glass of champagne and sipping it diligently. She didn’t even like champagne, but the draft and the championship had seemingly put her in a celebratory mood.
After some mingling and more drinking she sits beside Venus on a couch, dark lighting keeping both of their growing headaches to a minimum. The alcohol was flowing, and with that Paige was getting bolder and bolder. The kiss already solidified everything, people have been asking about her and Venus since she got off stage. But now? She wanted nothing more to continue showing the world her girl, and that started by getting her alone.
“V, we moving in together in Dallas, yeah?” Paige babbles, resting her head on the back of the couch and looking up at the ceiling.
Venus chuckles. The conversation has been had multiple times, even before Dallas was an option. “Hell no.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause I might kill you if I have to live with you.” The woman explains, dragging her martini glass to her lips again. “And the Cowboys haven’t even called me back yet, P. I might stay in with New England.”
Paige’s body adjusts. She sits up, manspreading so much that her thigh presses against her girlfriend’s. Venus’s body nearly jolts on contact, but she hides it, instead looking up at the girl with soft eyes. Paige’s hand trails to her lower back, slightly pinching the skin through her dress.
“You’re so negative. They gon’ call you back, mama.” Paige drags, licking her lips that have gone dry from all her drunk babbling. “We’d be great roommates.”
“What are the perks? I need some insensitive, baby.” The woman responds.
Paige decides that even like this, they’re too far apart. So she adjusts again, pulling Venus’s right leg over her lap. Venus jumps to drop a hand between her legs, stopping her panties— damp and probably a bit too thin— from being put on display.
The blonde’s lips hover near her ear, warm and breathily she says, “the perk is getting fucked whenever you damn please.” Paige grumbles and when she licks her lips again, Venus can feel the wetness of her tongue just slightly run over the shell of her ear.
“Hmm.”
“Yeah… whenever you want. Wherever you want.” Paige replaces Venus’s hand with her own, not being afraid to slip a finger under her dress.
Venus assumed that she’d be a little cordial. She had joked that this was Paige’s first event at her big-girl job and that she needed to impress. She obviously assumed wrong, because first and foremost, Paige was a slut. She had to get what she wanted when she did, and Venus being Venus could only hold out for so long before she was dragging her out the venue by the buckle of her belt.
“I could come back from practice and we have sex in our shower. Our kitchen in the mornings, our living room when you get too lazy to drag me to bed.” Paige rambles, eyes closed like she can picture it all. Her hand moves deeper under her dress and thank God for dark lighting and the drunk haze everyone else also seems to be in.
Venus’s head wavers side to side, either in intoxication or arousal, but honestly they feel like one and the same. “That’s it?”
“Fuck you mean ‘that’s it’?”
“What am I gonna do when you’re on the road. You move me to Dallas and I sit all lonely at home without you?” She crosses her legs, effectively trapping Paige’s hand right where it lays.
In Venus’s mind, there’re having a real conversation. But to Paige she’s teasing like crazy, looking for that one gap to make her girl writhe on this couch and agree to go back to the hotel. She’s been wanting that since this morning when Venus had been tangled in their sheets with her.
Paige’s finger moves in a swiping motion, and finally her finger brushes Venus’s center. Her panties are more than damp, honesty they might be soaked completely through. The contact warms Paige’s finger instantly, causing a smirk to spread across her face. “Nah baby, I think you like that. That’s more than enough for you, huh?”
“You’re chatting shit.” She stutters. For the first time in a while, she makes eye contact with Paige, noticing her blown out pupils and how the whites of her eyes gleam a certain red. Her lashes are dark and long, brushing her cheeks with every languid blink she takes.
Paige shakes her head. “Whatever I’m doin’ is workin’. Got you so wet right now.”
“No, you don’t.” Venus lies in her drunk muddle.
“Why you lyin’ like I can’t feel it?” Paige pressed harder, further, and for a second Venus swore they were gonna get caught.
She gasps, digging her nails into Paige’s wrist. “It was that tie. N—need you to wear one everyday, shit.” Venus explained, a stutter here and there that makes Paige fill with more pride than going number one in the draft did.
“Y’know I was thinkin’ about tying you up with it.”
Frozen. Venus is absolutely frozen. Because while the thought did linger in her brain for a few seconds in the car a few hours back, she was shocked that Paige would dare to say it here.
With her hand centimeters away from pulling her panties to the side.
“Hands behind your back, just diggin’ you out. V, I’d do you so good, baby. Could spread you out onna balcony too—”
Venus uncrosses her legs, taking a deep breath before rising to her feet. She’s slightly wobbling, but it’s purely from arousal this time, Paige’s actions have almost certainly sobered her up.
“Let’s go.”
“Right now?”
“Paige, I got something real nice for you under this dress. Get the fuck up.”
My mouth is tangled with hers as I shove Venus down against the hotel bed. The room is littered with black, suit bags and cardboard boxes which we trip over on the way in, but I don’t care. It’s the first time all night that I get to touch her how I want, kiss her how I want, and I’m not letting it go to waste.
She tastes like lemons and a bit of sugar, sweet enough to make me want more than she can give. Her snake bites feel cool against my tongue, swirling in my mouth as if she was trying to eat me whole.
I grip her hips in an attempt to keep her grounded until i remember what she said to me. What she’s hiding from me under that dress.
“Take this off, V.” I murmur, pulling back just enough to rid my crop top off of my body. “Lemme see that li’l surprise.” I say wholeheartedly. My hands ruck up the ends of her dress, trying to get more of her undone for me.
She instead turns over, hands and knees pushed flush to the bed, her body in a natural arch that makes my breath hitch. “You do it.” She orders, and oddly enough I listen immediately.
I slide the zipper down her back, pealing the dress off until the fabric joins the rest of the mess on the floor. The set she wears is a similar green to the one of her dress, floral lace trim that accentuates the black lines of her tattoos.
I hum, backing away from her briefly. “I gotta do something first, stay jus’ like this for me.” I tell her, navigating the room for the damn tie I threw off hours ago. “Gimmie your hands.” I slur, still slightly dazed from alcohol. Venus does, teacher her arms back and lying flush against our sheets. I wrap the fabric around both her wrists, stifling a smirk at how she lays. Almost helpless.
When I’m done, my fingers dig into the band of her panties slowly dragging them down her ass and thighs before I freeze. A rush of arousal soaks my boxers, and I might even let out a hushed moan.
“V.”
“You surprised?”
Beyond surprised, I’m actually rendered speechless at the clear jewel plug that greets me. Every time I think Venus can’t get freakier, she does something like this that makes me want to have her for hours on end. I trail my eyes further down her backside, at the way her cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing.
She drips through her folds, down onto the sheets. Her scent filling up my nose. “I’m gonna fuck you up, ma. Goddamn.”
Her giggle is muffled into the sheets. I send a slap to her ass, her moan also just as muffled. “Please? Y’wanna fuck me so bad, baby. C’mon.” She teases. I watch her fumble with her hands around her tie. “Please.”
I run my fingers through her slick, deciding on leaving the plug alone until she close. I can’t even believe it, struggling to wrap my head around how my girlfriend looks right now.
“Ion think you’ve ever been this wet before. Shit’s unreal.” I groan, pushing my fingers inside slowly.
Venus, ironically, takes it like a champ, letting me enter her and find my way deep inside her cunt. Arousal sticks to my boxers as I move. Drawing my fingers in and out and in and out like I’d die if I stopped.”
“It’s you— fuckk— get me so wet, P.” She moans. I watch her tumble with her fingers around the tie, tugging the fabric almost for some relief. “Feels so good.” Venus pushes back against my wrist, and I keep dragging my fingers against her walls until my painted nails are painted with her.
“Gotta taste it, ma.” I groan, sinking below the bed and onto my knees.
The plug is the first this that greets me, and I swear I grow wetter at the sight of her hole puckering around it. This might just be the best day of my life for reasons other than getting drafted.
I slide my fingers out, letting out a low whistle at how much of her come covers them before diving in. Venus squirmed as she felt my breath on her clit, her hips bucked and her legs twitched but I only use that as motivation to push my tongue deeper.
“You like my tongue in you, baby?” I tease, sending yet another slap to her ass. I continue eating, hearing her moans of “yes” over and over like a mantra. My spit falls from my mouth, wetting Venus’s pussy even more.
She drips down my chin, into the sheets, even onto her thigh; moaning out my name as I moan at the taste of her.
Any other time she fist the sheets or my hair or even her own nipples, but that tie stops it all from happening. And I swear that alone makes me come in my pants. “P! My— mmph shit— my…”
“Your what, V?” I tease. I may be a bit drunk but I know exactly what she needs, there’s just something about her saying it that makes me feel on top of the world, like I got all this power over her. “Need me to fill you, huh?”
Her toes curl, nestling sending her off balance. “My ass, anything, P. I wanna cum, please make me cum.” Venus hiccups. It’s desperate almost like a cry. Id be a monster to not fulfill her needs.
I pull the plug out slowly, listening to her soft whines and planting even softer kisses to her thigh. “I gotchu. Always, V. Gonna make it feel good for you, baby. I promise.” I slur. I throw it haphazardly on the bed before replacing my tongue with my fingers again, splitting her open with three instead of two.
“Oh fuckkk! Paige, it’s so—so deep. Fuck, fuck!” I curl my fingers fast, tearing her apart from the inside out. And then my tongue meets her backside, running over the rimmed surface with nothing but eager.
I work my tongue faster all over Venus’s ass while thumbing her sensitive clit, fingers curling deeper. It’s a mix of actions that make my brain spin and her own turn to mush. Venus’s arms convulse against her back, moans and groans turning into something like screams, hips rolling against my face.
“Oh god, oh fuck” sobbed Venus as her hand tightened painfully around my black tie. “Yes, baby, yes”. She was already so close, all the indicators of a release put on display just for me, just bit more would throw her over the edge already.
“That’s my pretty slut, yeah? All needy for me to make you feel good.” I coo. “Cum for me real fast, make it messy, Venus.” I mumble, mouth still busy on working her to a pulp. My girlfriend’s body freezes and within a matter of seconds I can feel her coating my fingers, dripping out of her and onto the sheets again.
“Oh my God!” She drags out in a cry, legs trembling until they give out under her and she falls flat. I can’t help but grin, pulling back and hovering over her back before my hands fall down to her cunt again. “P, hold—shit, hold on.” She gasps but I cut her off with my fingers again.
“Shhh shhh, just take it ight? I got drafted tonight, lemme do what I want.” I plead, moving my fingers nice and slow inside of her already pulsing cunt. Venus doesn’t fight it, more like she can’t without her hands, but with the way she moans out for me I know she doesn’t want to. “Just listen, so fucking wet.”
“Baby.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.” She gasps, eyes rolling while tears simultaneously slip from her eyes. She rocks against my hand with all the strength she has left, chasing what’s left of her high just for me.
I wrap an arm around her neck and shoulders as best as I can, leaning into the crook of her neck that’s completely covered in sweat.
“‘M so—proud of you.” Venus praises between moans. “And you loo—mmphhh fuck! So, so good in that suit.” She babbles, drunk off of the pleasure I give her and I’m so turned on.
“I looked good?” I egg her on.
Venus nods, squeezing her eyes shut. “Go shirtless in a suit again, I need that.” She breathes out. I’m seconds away from responding, telling her how sexy that silver dress she had in most of the night looked on her body. How every time she wears something that reveals the tattoo on her collarbone of my name, I start to feel my heart beat 100 times faster.
But then her body is convulsing again, and the sounds she makes aren’t loud, more like tired. Weak. She’s reached her peak and I just keep working her through it, curling my fingers up into that gummy spot until her come squirts out of her. Drenching our sheets and my hand and the crotch of my dress pants.
I still lean into her ear, kissing the lobe and whispering, “I love you more.”
The sun isn’t even close to being up yet. It’s four A.M in New York, just a few hours after Venus and Paige had drifted off to sleep. But just as fast as the night came, the morning did too. A flight to Dallas awaited, Paige had her first interview alongside Aziaha James and Madison Scott.
It was surreal, and even after going through the motions last night, Paige still can’t wrap her head around it. Her, a national champion and now number one draft pick, in a new city and on a new team, with players she’s watched for years.
Her legs are tangled with Venus’s, who drifts in and out of sleep on Paige’s bare chest. She scrolls through her phone, responding to congratulatory texts and tweets until the tattooed woman shifts awake.
“Mornin’.” Paige smiles. It’s all to reminiscent of the first time they really did this. A night after they confessed their feelings, their love. Paige remembers the nerves she felt and how she couldn’t even really sleep that night. Now she can’t but for a completely different reason.
She’s on top of the world and the girl of her dreams gets to be right there with her.
“You’re so country now. Good morning, baby.” Venus jokes, a finger circling over the singular hickey in the center of her chest. “What time is it?”
Paige kisses her teeth, placing her phone on her stomach. “Don’t worry about it, we got some time.” She sighs. A warm palm runs up and down her back. “Get some sleep, mama.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Venus asked, voice low and slightly gravelly from sleep. Her lips press against the swell of Paige’s breast before kissing softly across her chest. “What if I wanna do something before our flight?”
Paige suddenly has given her undivided attention to Venus, watching her trail cracked-lipped kisses down her body. Her inked hand traveling across her hip bone and over every other surface of skin she can touch. “You gotta be quick.” Paige breathes.
“I thought we “had time’?” Venus drawls.
“I lied, baby. Hurry up.”
Hurry up she does. Venus straddles Paige’s thigh, passing off the phone back to the blonde. “You wanna get this on camera? Y’know for the road trips?” Venus teases. Her thumb runs over Paige clit, surprisingly swollen and wet even off the wake-up.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, shit, hold on.” Paige fumbles for the phone suddenly struggling to get the angle right to unblock her phone and then forgetting her password. “Goddamn, V. Got me fumblin’ shit.”
“Hurry up, I’m horny.” Venus laughs, slotting her legs with her girlfriend’s. Paige finally gets her phone unlocked and the second she does Venus is pushing their cores together. Rocking back and forth slowly until she finds a rhythm. “Mmmm yes.”
Paige hold’s Venus’s hip with one hand, the other training the camera to where they connect. The silence of the morning makes arousal echo off the walls and even louder in her ears. “You feel perfect, baby. Ride me harder, harder.” Paige moans, tossing her head back just enough to give Venus the perfect angle to grip the blonde’s neck in her hand.
“More?”
“More, mama. Don’t stop, don’t—shitttt!” Paige’s hips buck instinctively as she moans focusing the phone on the abundant wetness between them.
Venus moves faster, pushing her hips down harder like Paige wanted. “You think— hah fuck— think I could cum inside you like this?” She grunts, hand tightening around Paige’s throat. “We’re so wet, Paige.”
“Fuck, try. Venus, please.” Paige nearly drops the phone her legs trembling in arousal as her climax approached. “Kiss me.” She begs, trailing a hand to the back of her neck and kissing her hard. Tongue and all. Venus sucks on Paige’s tongue hard, and a part of her feels like she can taste herself from the night before.
They keep working each other until the phone is long forgotten and tossed to the side, only moans and terms of affirmation heard on the video recording.
“You gonna nut in me? Huh, V? Want it inside me, ma.” Paige digs into her hips, nails scratching and pulling her closer. “I fucking love your ass, y’know that?”
“I know, I know. I’m gonna cum.”
“Please, fuckkk— Venus, I’m— awww shit!” The blonde’s climax hits her like a train. Loud and powerful moans entering their ears as she comes harder than she had imagined. Venus followed right after, mumbling ‘I love you’s like she needed to say them to stay alive.
“Mmmm, Paige.”
“Shit.”
Venus flops against her chest, head tucked in the crook of Paige’s neck and legs untangling. Their heavy breathing rings through their ears. It’s simple, quiet like the start of their new beginning. A beginning of just the two of them.
“We’re moving in together, I don’t care.” Paige cuts in. And Venus swears the conversation last night was only a part of Paige’s drunk endeavors. But no, it was real.
ALL NIGHT. 3.8K WORDS. // paige bueckers. cw : fem!reader, fluff, alcohol consumption, oral, fingering, scissoring. // “with every tear, came redemption.” // beyonce.
summary. // after winning a national championship, all paige could think about was how proud you were.
ke speaks 🗣️. // it’s been a minute you guys. lemme just express how proud i am of this team, and this fandom i’ve been welcomed to🥹. not only have i met my girlfriend, some of of my bestest friends, and so many amazing people, ive grown to love writing and becoming a community. love you guys, and also thank you for 1.4k followers ❤️
You were there for it all. The ups, the downs, the highs—the lows.
But it was all worth it for the moment you saw her face in the crowd, the smile worth millions beaming on the big screen.
The roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears as the final buzzer sounded, sealing UConn's victory in the National Championship. Confetti rained down like a golden storm, and the sea of fans in the stands erupted into chaos. Your heart pounded, not just from the win, but from watching her—Paige Bueckers, your girlfriend, the star of the night—lift the trophy high above her head, her grin wide enough to light up the whole damn arena. She'd just balled out, dropping a cool seventeen points, and now she was a champion.
Your champion.
You were courtside, decked out in her jersey—number 5, of course—cheering so loud your throat was raw. When her eyes found yours through the madness, she winked, that cocky little smirk tugging at her lips.
God, she looked good when she knew she'd killed it. The team swarmed her, but she broke free just long enough to jog over, pulling you into a sweaty, bone-crushing hug over the barrier.
"We fuckin' did it, baby!" she yelled over the noise, her voice hoarse from shouting all game. Her arms were strong around you, and you could feel her heart racing against your chest.
"You did it, P!" you shouted back, laughing as she kissed your forehead, her lips warm and quick before she got dragged back into the celebration. You watched her go, your chest swelling with pride and something else-anticipation. Tonight was gonna be perfect.
-
Fast forward a couple hours, and the team decided to hit up a bar downtown to keep the vibes going. You'd gone home to change first, trading the jersey for something that'd make Paige's jaw drop.
You picked a black miniskirt, tight in all the right places, with a matching black shirt that made your tits sit just right—your sternum tat sitting pretty right in the middle.
When you met up with the team at the bar, Paige was already there, looking perfect in her dark wash jeans and graphic tee, chain peeking out just enough to tease. Her blonde hair was down, loose waves catching the dim lights, and when she saw you, her eyes widened.
"Yo, hold up," she said, stepping closer, her voice low and raspy. "You tryna leave early tonight, or sum’?” Her hands slid to your waist, pulling you in as she bit her lip, giving you that look—like she was already plotting how the night would end.
"You look good, P," you teased, running a hand down her chest. She smirked, leaning in to whisper, "Just be patient. We gon’ celebrate you tonight."
-
The bar was packed, music thumping, and the team was loud as hell—Azzi and Kaitlyn were already on their second round of shots, KK was dancing on a table, and Ice was trying to talk her down, laughing her ass off.
Paige kept you close, her arm slung around your shoulders as y'all sipped drinks and enjoyed each other. Every now and then, she'd lean over, lips brushing your ear to say something dirty or sweet—sometimes both.
"You proud of me, mama?" She asked at one point, her tone softer, almost needy under the bravado.
"Paige, I'm so proud of you," you said, turning to cup her face. "You're unreal out there. Best in the game, swear.”
She grinned, kissing you slow and deep right there in front of everybody, not caring who saw. "Love you, ma," she murmured against your lips, and your stomach flipped. The night was electric, but you were itching to get her alone.
-
By the time y'all stumbled out of the bar, it was past midnight, and the energy had shifted. The team was still hyped, but Paige's hand on your lower back told you she was ready to dip. "You wanna go to yours?" she said, her voice husky from the drinks and the vibe.
You didn't need convincing.
Your apartment wasn't far, and the second you hit the door, Paige was on you. She kicked it shut behind her, hands grabbing your hips as she pushed you against the wall, lips crashing into yours. It was messy, hungry, all tongues and teeth, and you moaned into it, tugging at her belt loops.
"Fuck, thought about you the whole time, baby," she growled, her breath hot against your neck as she kissed down it, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "You looked so good inna stands, couldn’t wait to touch you.
“Win or loss."
"Paige," you gasped, head tilting back as her hands roamed, slipping under your skirt to grip your thighs.
"You wanna get laid out, right?" Paige asks, a grin roaming across her face—her words seeming like a joke—but was all seriousness.
“Basically.”
-
She didn't waste time. Scooping you up like it was nothing, she carried you down the hall, your legs wrapped around her waist. You were kissing her the whole way, giggling when she almost tripped over your shoes by the door.
"All this giggling, you excited?" She laughed, kicking the bedroom door open and tossing you onto the bed.
You bounced once, propping up on your elbows to watch her strip off her shirt, her movements quick and deliberate. She caught you staring and smirked, taking her shirt off slow just to fuck with you. "You starin’."
"Shut up nd’ c'mere," you shot back, grabbing her by the waistband of her slacks when she got close enough. She laughed, climbing over you, and the weight of her body pinning you down sent a thrill through you.
Her lips found yours again, softer this time but still needy, and her hands were everywhere—tugging your skirt up, sliding over your skin. "You see how pretty this body is, baby," she mumbled, kissing down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone.
She pulled your skirt and shirt off you in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties, and the way her eyes darkened made your breath hitch.
"Paige, please," you whined, arching into her touch as her fingers traced the edge of your underwear.
"Please what, mama? C’mon, I win a championship nd’ you still can’t use your words?" She teased, voice low as she kissed down your stomach, slow and torturous. "Tell me what you need."
"You," you breathed, hands tangling in her hair. "Want you fuckin’ me, baby."
She groaned at that, like your words flipped a switch. "Say less." Hooking her fingers in your panties, she yanked them down, tossing them somewhere behind her.
Then her mouth was on you, and one thing you knew—Paige didn't play when it came to this.
Her tongue moved like she'd memorized every spot that'd make you squirm, licking slow circles before sucking hard on your clit. You moaned loud, back arching off the bed, and she gripped your thighs to keep you still.
"Fuck, P… right there," you gasped, legs shaking as she ate you out like it was her last meal. She hummed against you, the vibration sending you spiraling, and when you looked down, her eyes were locked on yours, all smug and heated.
"Taste so good, mama," she mumbled between licks, and you were done for. Your hands tightened in her hair, hips grinding against her face as the pressure built, and she doubled down, tongue flicking faster until you came undone with a string of curses and her name on your lips.
She didn't stop until you were trembling, pulling back with a grin, her lips shiny and her chin wet. "That's one," she said, climbing back up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her. You were still catching your breath, but you flipped her over, straddling her hips.
"Gotta celebrate you next, yeah?" You said, voice shaky but determined. She raised a brow, smirking like she was daring you, and you started unbuttoning her jeans, shoving them down with her boxers.
She was soaked, and the sight of her—legs spread, looking up at you like you were her whole world—had you dripping all over again.
You kissed her hard, grinding down so your wetness brushed against hers, and she moaned into your mouth, hands gripping your ass to pull you closer. "Fuck, ma, you’re pussy’s drippin’." She rasped, and you grinned, sliding a hand between you to tease her with your fingers.
"Payback, baby," you whispered, slipping two fingers inside her. She cursed, head tipping back as you curled them, hitting that spot that made her gasp. Her hips bucked against your hand, and you added a third, pumping faster while your thumb circled her clit. She was loud—groaning, swearing, chanting your name like a prayer—and it was the sexiest thing you'd ever heard.
"Shit, mama, I'm—fuck, don't stop," she panted, and you didn't, pushing her over the edge until she clenched around you, her whole body shuddering as she came. You slowed down, kissing her through it, and when she finally opened her eyes, they were hazy, full of that post-high glow.
"Goddamn," she breathed, pulling you down for a sloppy, grateful kiss. "You're too good at that."
"We ain't done," you said, smirking as you shifted, lining yourself up so you could press against her, wet heat meeting wet heat. She groaned low, hands guiding your hips as you started moving, slow at first, then faster as the friction built.
Scissoring with Paige was next—level—y'all fit together like puzzle pieces, every slide sending sparks through you both.
"Fuck, ma. pussy feels so good," she moaned, head thrown back, abs flexing as she matched your rhythm. The room was all heat and noise-skin slapping, breaths hitching, curses bouncing off the walls. You were close again, and you could tell she was too, her grip tightening, her moans getting louder.
"Paige, I'm gonna—" you started, but she cut you off, pulling you down to kiss you as you both hit that peak together, bodies shaking, locked tight as the waves crashed over you. It was intense, messy, perfect, and when you finally collapsed beside her, both of you sweaty and spent, she pulled you into her arms, laughing softly.
"Best fuckin' celebration ever," she said, voice rough but warm, kissing the top of your head. You snuggled closer, tracing lazy circles on her stomach.
"Love you, P," you murmured, and she squeezed you tighter.
"Love you more, ma. Always."
The night faded into soft breaths and tangled limbs, the championship net forgotten somewhere downstairs. All that mattered was her—your Paige—and the way she held you like you were her whole world.
celibacy / paige bueckers x fem!reader PART OF THE $$$4U COLLECTION ‘ it’s been four months and two weeks and 36 hours and eight minutes since you been pleased ’
summary after finding out you ended your sexual arrangement with paige for work purposes, she takes it upon herself to show you how much she’s been missing you and how badly she’s been needing you. warnings paige is a hornball that can’t comprehend why you’d want to obtain from having sex, sexual content, packing, strap-on sex, strap-sucking, spitting, literal cum eating like… p is a freak. from lena i felt like bringing back some old pairings so this is p x that reporter i wrote about a minute ago ( in my main masterlist titled easy access ) this is nasty, i’m ovulating so there’s that.
Paige had been accustomed to the life that came with being a star athlete: wake up, practice, treatment, class, nap, lift, and if all of that was completed, the occasional media interview.
Today was one of those days.
Her practice jersey is damp against her body, the navy blue compression shirt underneath clinging to her arms as she answers question after question. Tournament seeding, last year, the draft next month. All of it is the same, just enough for her to know exactly what to say and when to say it.
She stands patiently, arms crossed over her chest as she waits for the next question. And then it comes.
“Paige, is there any advice you’ve given your teammates— specifically Sarah and Jana— about how to handle the tournament now that they’re in it?”
Paige freezes.
It’s your voice, she’s known it well enough to be able to point it out in a crowd full of all other reporters. A voice she’s heard so many times that it became burnt into her brain— every tone, every shift.
You dig your way through to the front, and when Paige sees you— like really sees you for the first time in months— it’s the first time all day that her demeanor shifted. She’s always loved your work attire and how you prided yourself in looking your best. But today you’ve dressed down and she still thinks you look perfect. Low rise washed denim, New Balance sneakers on your feet, and a white shirt with some writing on the left shoulder that she can’t quite make out.
“I’m sorry, can you ask that again? I zoned out for a minute.” Paige clears her throat. The other reporters laugh but you stay focused, it your first media availability with Paige. You knew better than to crack, especially now. So you repeat the question, poised as ever and honestly Paige is a little shocked. She thought if anything you’d be just as off your game as she was. But you weren’t.
She stutters, and it’s so small that you almost miss it, but she answers anyways. “Just to embrace the moment. Pressure is a privilege, and they came here to preform on the biggest stage—” Her eyes bore into your own, blue like large pools of cerulean. The same eyes that once made you give up everything, toss away your morals, and submit to her. “— and we all got total confidence in them. Hopefully that translates to them having total confidence in themselves.”
You nod, thinking about how generic her answer was and how your boss would probably have something to say back at the office. It seemed like she always did, but that’s what came with being an intern, you’ve learned.
Media availability ends, and you are very glad that Paige was the last to be interviewed because you can’t wait to get away from her fucking gaze. You cut the recording on your phone, shoving it in the back pocket of your jeans, followed by sticking your notepad and pen in your purse.
You follow suit with everyone else, turning towards the practice facility’s exit doors to head back to the office. Until your stopped, a hand to your lower back that send a rush to your core.
You’re reminded of the first time. The way you danced against her at Ted’s her hand on your back, bending you over as you twerked her jeans, the feeling of the zipper against your ass. How she took you home, made your legs shake and your toes curl, just to become even more vulnerable with you in bed hours later. You learned a lot about Paige that night.
You learned even more about yourself.
That no matter what, as long as she was around you’d never be able to resist her.
It’s exactly why you turn towards face her right now, you hands cautiously gripping your purse and the other raking through your hair.
“Look who finally came to see me.” Paige’s nails rake along your skin, dangerously drawing you closer and closer to her.
You feel your knees getting weak already. She smells surprisingly good considering she just got out of practice, she looks even better. But you can’t. “Stop.” You groan, reaching back to brush her hand off.
“I’m just checkin’ on you, you good? It’s been a while.” Paige says, her voice sultry and a bit cheeky. She’s priding herself on the fact that she still has you like this.
“Paige, we’re not doing this here. I’m at work.” It reminds you of what you said the last time you had her. MSG in New York, another day you were supposed to be focused on work that ended up with Paige’s hand in your pants.
She nods, pretending to understand but the look on her face lets you know she’s thinking about anything but. “Okay, then come over later.”
The blonde had a way of making you go speechless every time you saw her, but right now you were literally at a loss for words. You made it clear when you cut her off— Paige was a distraction— so for her to stand here, so hellbent on getting you alone, in a way she once had you, was ridiculous.
You scoff, looking around at the now filing out hallway. You drag her off, fingers digging into the bicep that’s so fucking big you nearly are taken aback by it. “I’m not having sex with you, P. It’s done, you know that.”
“You’re tellin’ me whoever else you’re sleeping with makes it feel as good as me? Y’know that’s bullshit, ma.” She goes on, and you take a step back for your own sanity. A response bats around in your brain, you shouldn’t tell her the truth, she would get too confident. Too cocky. You didn’t need that.
It came out anyway, like word vomit. “I’m fucking celibate, Paige, there isn’t anyone else.” You grit through your teeth.
Paige’s eyes nearly glow and her mouth curls up into his God awful smirk that you’d want to slap off if she wasn’t so damn sexy. “You? You’re playin’.”
“I’m not. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to finish.” You mutter, walking across the hallway to the elevators plans sweating as you do what you know best. Work.
Your night ends with a much needed bath, soaking in the hot tub to soothe yourself of all the stress piled up throughout the day.
And the tension that only Paige Bueckers could give you.
She was good, you had to give her that. And what made it worse was that it was effortless. Paige didn’t have to say too much, or even touch you. All she needed was one moment, one instance where your demeanor shifts and your strength cracks and all of a sudden you’re her’s again.
You couldn’t shake your mind of her even if you tried.
And it made your core fucking throb.
When you finally do exit the bath— legs a bit sore from the attention you had given yourself between your legs— you cater to yourself. Legs smooth, and body smelling of sweet vanilla cashmere. You throw on some cute pajamas, matching silk with a top that fits you loosely. The plan is to get in bed, until you hear a knock at the door.
You trail to the door, manicured feet padding against the hardwood.
And then you open it.
And there she is.
At first, it’s like your mind is playing tricks on you. Because it’s been forever, and no one in their right mind would show up to their old fuck buddy’s apartment at this hour. Paige seems to be the exception.
She wears these dark grey Essentials sweatpants, slightly dirty and scuffed on the hems. They sag just enough for you to see a small edge of her Nike Pro’s when she lifts her arm over her head and her fingers run through her hair. Her hoodie matches, and that makes your knees buckle. The dark fabric makes her skin and hair look even brighter.
“Why are you here?” You sigh before she even gets a chance to speak. Being mean about it seems to be the only way you can think of to get her out. It’s for your own sanity anyway. You’ve never been able to rid her off for as long as you and Paige have known each other.
Obviously, you don’t know Paige.
Because she finds that so fucking attractive.
Paige bites her lip, trailing her eyes to your shoulder where the strap of your shirt has fallen. “I’m still on this celibacy thing. Like, are you sure? And why the hell would you want to do that?”
You have to laugh, because it’s hysterical that your vow to stay away from sex had UConn’s star player unable to think straight.
“Paige, I—”
“Seriously, we’re not having sex anymore because of what? Did I do something wrong? Am not doin’ it right, you gotta tell me.” Paige is babbling, and it makes you so embarrassed that you tug her inside the apartment before your neighbors can hear about it.
It’s unfathomable to you. “I didn’t think it was that hard for you to find someone else to sleep with, Paige.”
“It’s not! But you cut me off, and the first time I see you again you’re talkin’ bout some celibate. So, naturally I’m curious.” Paige attempts to explain, hands moving freely in the air as she talks and you stare at them the entire time. Her knuckles slightly red from the cold, veins adorning the back of her hand, and her long ass fingers. It was a taunt. As soon as you made it clear that you weren’t going, here she was. Testing you.
You take a step back, as if the distance would give you a clear head. “You’re a distraction.”
“What?”
“A distraction.” You speak up. “I can’t do my job with you texting me and telling me all the ways you want me in bed. I literally couldn’t focus.” You explain, and now that it’s said out loud you feel ridiculous.
Paige Bueckers was so good at fucking you, that it made it hard for you to do your job.
The blonde lets out a sigh of relief, dropping her arms down on your counter and leaning against it.
“You happy now?” You respond, sighing loudly.
“Ma—”
“No.” You cut her off quick. This is exactly how it went last time. And this time you had half a mind to know better.
“Let me get you there, baby. No distractions this time, I swear.” She murmurs, voice low and almost strained— hours of practice for the tournament to blame. “No way you don’t want it, ma, just please.”
Paige is walking towards you now, hands reaching for your hips and you let her. You actually don’t even think about moving. You can smell her cologne, warm and woodsy, sticking to the fabric of her clothes. Her hands trail off you to the hem of her hoodie, pulling it up and over her head.
Your eyes trail to the ground it falls on almost immediately, because Paige’s choice of a thin tank top and no bra leaves very little to your imagination.
“What do you want, ma?”
A whimper flies from your lips as her hand grips your chin, fixing you to look at her. Your hand grips her shirt for leverage, clinging to what’s left of your morals.
That’s when she knows she has you exactly where she wants you.
“Hmm? What do you want?” Paige repeats, dragging your hand down her abdomen until it rests at her sweatpants. And you feel it. Her sweats were baggy enough to conceal it, but as soon as you feel the length in your palm it’s clear that Paige was thinking about you the same way you were thinking about her in the bath. “You want it? ‘Cause y’know I’m always ready to give it to you.”
“I want it.” You whine, snaking a hand up to her neck, tugging her close to you.
Her breath fans your lips, a smile gracing her face that doesn’t even try to hide. “Yeah? Break this li’l streak you got goin on?” Her hand tugs your shirt strap lower down your arm, and the second it’s reached the furthest it could go you’re slotting your lips with hers.
She tastes like everything you’ve remembered her to be, minty but still sweet. Her lips are soft, vaseline smeared on them and transferring to your chin. You continue palming the strap through her sweats, and Paige groans like it’s an extension of herself.
“Want you.” You moan.
“I know. I got it, baby. I gotchu.”
Paige’s strap sits on your tongue as you greet it with tiny kitten licks. You should’ve known that Paige would’ve made your work for it after leaving her to dry for months. Which truly wasn’t your intention. Paige was attractive, women wanted her, and you expected her to get it elsewhere.
Obviously not.
Her back is flush to your couch, shirt hiked up to give you a view of her hardened nipples and perfect fucking abs. You grip the base, spit trailing down the length that you take into your mouth.
“Mhmm, put that fuckin’ mouth to work, baby. Lookin’ so sexy f’me.” She hums, pushing your still slightly damp hair out of your face.
You plant your hands to her thighs, taking the strap deeper just to prove that you can. A part of you thinks you enjoy showing out for Paige like this again, doing what she wanted when she wanted.
Her eyes flutter shut like she can feel your mouth, the warmth of your tongue running on the underside of her cock— and if she closes her eyes hard enough, she probably could. But the vibration is good enough.
“Four months. Four and a half fuckin’ months.” Paige says to herself between breaths.
You pull back to breathe, saliva connecting your lip to the tip. You’re completely mesmerized by her, you vulnerable she looks even when you’re the one on your knees with her cock in your mouth. You spit on it again, sucking it back into your mouth before taking the strap in again. You’re sure that Paige’s eyes roll into her head.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy.” She grunts, hips moving forward further towards you. “Gonna paint your face, I swear.”
Paige’s words send a throb to your cunt. You can almost picture it— her groans and slack jaw as she comes. You draw your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit that’s still covered by your pj’s. The stimulation makes you whine.
“That shit turns you on, ma? Just know you’re so fuckin’ wet.” Paige hums to herself. She decides to reach for your hair, tugging you up and off of her strap until you’re hovering over her.
Saliva dangles from your lip, and in her obvious lust, Paige sticks her tongue out. You’re left speechless. Paige was a freak, you knew that much, but she’s chasing after your fucking spit like she’s thirsty for it. Like she was dying in the desert and you were the only one to solve her thirst.
She almost slurps it up, the noise so vulgar that you moan in her face. Paige chases after your mouth, locking lips with you in a deep kiss. Your hips grind against the strap, paying no mind to the mess it’s going to create on your shorts.
“Need it inside me, P.” You plead.
“Celibate my fucking ass.” She groans against you, using her strength to push you to the other end of the couch. Her hands dig into your hips, clawing at your shorts so hard that you’re sure she’s going to rip them off of you.
You’ve never seen Paige like this, this needy, this horny. She dragged your mouth onto her cock with a fervor that was animalistic. Then now, her teeth nipping at your own lips so hard she might draw blood.
It’s hot.
It makes you upset that you held out on her for this long.
Paige’s hands slip to your shoulders, pushing the other strap down your arm and putting your tits on display for her. She breaks the kiss, lips trailing down your jaw, neck, and chest before finally reaching your nipple.
“Paige!” You moan, head thrown back in ecstasy as she pulls your shorts off next.
“No crotchless this time?” She jokes, making you think back to the last time she fucked you stupid. It gets her off, watching how desperate you are for her to make you come.
“I need you to fuck me,” You whine desperately, hand fisting a handful of Paige’s perfect blonde hair. “Please,” you beg. Your hips grind against the unbelievably long strap, almost as if they had a mind of their own.
“I like it when you beg.”
“I know.” You tug your black panties to the side. Paige smirks at how soaked you are, the way your slick drips through your folds. “Want your cock, P. Please.”
With your help in spreading your legs Paige is tapping the tip against you. The wetness of your pussy filling her ears like the sound of music. Your mouth falls agape at the sudden pressure. and she takes the opportunity to fill your mouth with her own spit. A fat glob falling on your tongue and you swallow it almost immediately.
“Tell me you want it again.”
You sob, body aching in need. “I want it, I want it, Paige.”
Without hesitation, the athlete thrusts forward, burying all eight inches balls deep inside you. It’s so foreign, months of being away from her to blame. A collective gasp escapes both of your mouths. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head while her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’. Paige eyes you like a piece of meat before connecting your lips again in a heated frenzy. Your back arched into Paige’s as she gripped your hips and began roughly pounding into your cunt.
“You hear her? Just screamin’ for this dick, baby.” Paige hums, her words sending a rush of more arousal out of you. A mixture of pleasure and ecstasy spread across your features as Paige established a fast and relentless pace. “You’re so fuckin’ easy.”
“Baby—”
She breaks the kiss. “Imma distraction, but you can’t get off without me. Can’t make this pussy cum the way I do.” The couch practically groans in protest, its durability tested as Paige’s grunts reverberated against your lips. The room filled with the intoxicating sound of your bodies colliding, skin slapping together in a sensual symphony that echoed off the walls.
You watch Paige tuck her shirt in her mouth, giving her a perfect view of not only where she digs you out, but your tits that bounce in her face.
She’s fucking the shit out of you. And that alone is enough to draw her close to that climax.
“Y-you— Paige, baby. You’re fuckin’ deep, fuckkkk!” Your eyes were tightly shut, face contorted in pure bliss as you cling to the blonde with every fiber of your being. Your legs wrapped around Paige’s thighs, ensuring that she couldn’t escape your embrace. “F-fuck! P!” You cry out.
“Fuck you stupid, yeah? Put yo’ ass to sleep. Make it feel so fucking good, huh?” She roughly pushed the fabric of your shirt over your head. The fabric slipped away, leaving you fully exposed. “Cover me in it, cum on me, ma.”
You want her closer, deeper, anything. So you wrap your arms around her neck, tugging the blonde so close that your forehead touches hers. She keeps thrusting, seemingly noticing that you needed more.
“I know you’re close.” You murmur, trying your hardest to keep your eyes focused on her. “Paige, oh my Goddddd—”
“Y—shit.” Paige’s legs tremble, and you notice the slight falter in her rhythm. “Fuck, you first.” She lets out a groan, followed by a chase of your lips. It’s soft, way softer than how she fucks you.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming— I’m gonna cum, baby.” You babble over and over, your resolve fleeting your body as your orgasm creeps up on you. Paige lets out a high pitched gasp, her face flushed with overwhelming pleasure.
She tried to hold back, to maintain her composure, but failed miserably. A moan of pure bliss escaped her lips as she thrusts once more, practically balls deep into you as she comes. You let out a moan yourself as you feel the warmth taking over your body.
Paige doesn’t pull out, only pulling back enough to swipe her fingers over the ring of come that you’ve left behind. She brings her fingertips to her mouth, riding them out your taste.
“You left me out to fucking dry for four damn months?” Paige asks, her breathing labored from the exertion. She brings her hand down to your cunt, clit completely swollen. Almost desperate. “Left me without this shit for too long, ma.” She mumbles around her hand yet again.
She’s cleaning you up with her fingers, every bit of your release finding her tongue in almost desperate sweeps. You whine at the sensitivity, but let her.
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