Im Isa, i drabble a little from once in a while, biggest uconn supporter and #1 believer this years’ natty is 100% theirs. My inbox is always open and i hope you guys enjoy my blog.😘
i heard some of yall wanted content from paige, so here is some of mine, this was in phoenix where she dropped 35 in front of my eyes, now excuse the quality it is the best i could do😛
part: 27
pairing:: paige bueckers x oc
word count: 5k
c/w: language, sexual content (like, a LOT)
a/n: sighhhhhhhhhh, so so sad that this is really coming to an end but thank you all AGAIN for all your love and support. next chapter SHOULD be the last chapter before the epilogue and stuff. HUGE shoutout to @imaginespazzi and @lucespeaks for being the BEST hypewomen ever and giving me behind the scenes live reacts and support when i need it. love you all SO SO MUCH. it is in fact 12:31 here, so i will be sleeping. probably. MUCH LOVE AGAIN!
April 2025 - Tampa, Florida
My ears ring. It feels like the arena is silent.
I stare at Paige in disbelief as she moves in slow motion towards me, her fingers dragging along my arms and pressing into my back as she crushes me against her.
“It’s okay,” She whispers to me, her lips pressed against my ear, her hands in my hair. “It’s okay, Soni.”
I’m still in shock, unable to process it.
She pulls back, cradling my face in her hands, her eyes wide. “We won.”
It’s like the words pull me up from underwater, sound rushing back to my ears, awareness crashing back into my body. There are tears in Paige’s beautiful blue eyes, my teammates’ hands pounding at my back, the stadium roaring with cheers.
Then I’m sobbing, pulling Paige back into my body, our teammates all piling on top of us. We’re all a sobbing, cheering mess, my entire being still singing with adrenaline.
I bury my face in Paige’s jersey, losing myself in the scent of her sweat and the feel of her.
We fucking won.
“Oh, my God!” I sob, finally regaining the ability to speak. “Oh, my fucking God!”
We all break apart, running over to Geno to jump around him, crushing him in another hug. He still looks catatonic, face unmoving, hand still clutching his clipboard so hard his knuckles have turned white.
I pound him on the back, laughing tearily, and he finally looks at me. Then he looks at Paige.
“Best player in the country,” he breathes, pulling her in for a hug. “I told them. Best player in the goddamn country.”
I wipe at my eyes with my ring fingers, trying my best not to smudge my mascara. Leaving Paige and Geno to their moment, I turn to KK, who pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. “Don’t leave me,” she begs, squeezing me tightly, and I laugh loudly, kissing her sweaty forehead.
I pull back, shaking her by the shoulders. “Fuck all that! You’re a national champion!” I yell.
She shrieks, grabbing my hands and jumping up and down. “NATTY! NATTY! NATTY!” She cheers, spinning us in a circle. I spot Azzi, and we both find each other, wrapping our arms around the other tightly. The hug has a lot behind it - two players who came back from injuries, on a team that nobody ever thought would recover. After all this time, Azzi Fudd is finally a national champion, and I couldn’t possibly be prouder.
We make our way through the handshake line, and Rori Harmon pulls me in, whispering in my ear. “Man, you killed tonight. I’ll see you in the league.” I clap her on the back, hugging her and nodding. “You, too,” I tell her, moving down the rest of her teammates.
Amidst the flurry of excitement, Paige and I still manage to get pulled for another sideline interview. Rebecca Lobo has tears in her eyes, obviously elated at seeing her alma mater end our championship drought.
“Paige, you took that final shot to bring a championship home. What was going on in the huddle before those final moments?”
“Uh, honestly?” Paige pants, grimacing a little, the ache of the past few weeks probably settling into her body. “Coach wanted Soni to take the shot.”
“Is that true?” Rebecca asks me. I nod, beaming at Paige.
“But she told him I should take it,” Paige continues, returning my smile. “And it meant a lot, you know? Knowing a player like her believed in me that much. No way I was boutta miss that,” she laughs into the mic.
I can feel my eyes getting wet as I continue staring at her. “Sonia, this isn’t your first rodeo winning a championship. Does this one mean something different to you?” Rebecca asks me, moving the mic in my direction.
“I think every single one of them means something different, and it’s definitely special to be able to do it here, with this group, for this Coach. To be able to help a player like Paige get the recognition she deserves, the title she deserves, you really can’t ask for more. I give all Glory to God, for leading me to her, to Coach, for showing me my place on this team. It’s special, it really is.”
I know how hopelessly in love with her I sound. I know that this clip will be edited and over-scrutinized, but I couldn’t give a damn. Not when Paige is looking at me like I hung the moon, and certainly not when that championship net is still waiting to be cut down.
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Sonia and I stumble into my hotel room, still a little tipsy from the post-game celebrations and festivities. “Look at my girl!” She squeals in delight, leaping into my arms and locking her legs around my waist. “National Player of the Year! National Champion! National Best Person Ever!” She crows, tipping her head back. I brace my hands under her thighs to support her weight, spinning her around happily.
“Look at my girl!” I laugh. “Most Outstanding Player of the Final Four!” Soni pumps her fist in the air, looking to the sky. “Y’all not on our level!” She yells, and I spin her around again, before falling onto the bed on top of her.
She cups my face adoringly, her eyes searching mine. “Hi, baby,” she coos softly. I grin dopily back at her. “Hey, beautiful,” I whisper back. Soni squeezes my cheeks a little, the alcohol affecting her just slightly more than it’s affecting me. “I just wanna stare at you forever,” she sighs, and then she giggles, almost to herself.
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me,” I tease.
She smiles a little, toying with my hair, which I had taken out of my ponytail before going to our little championship celebration in Coach’s suite. “I think I like being stuck with you,” she admits softly, biting her lip.
I move a hand to cradle her jaw, soothing my thumb over her cheekbone. “Is this a bad time to officially ask you to be my girlfriend?” I joke, and she shakes her head, laughing.
“Just kiss me, you idiot.”
And I do. I hesitate for a moment, but I press my lips softly to hers, tasting the cherry grenadine still lingering on her mouth. There’s the sting of the vodka, the acid of the lemon, and then there’s just Sonia - soft and irresistible. I move my lips gently against hers, reveling in the feeling of kissing her without needing to stop. Without wanting to stop.
She moves her hand to the waistband of my jeans, but I stop her, pulling back to look at her. “We have all night,” I remind her quietly, and her eyes widen a little with anticipation. I gaze down at her - the sweet little upturn of her nose, the plumpness of her bottom lip, the arrogant curve of her eyebrows, the way her dark lashes fan dreamily around her deep brown eyes. Her nose piercing glints invitingly, and I brush my nose against hers. “Lemme take my time with you, yeah?” I whisper, and she sighs, moving her hand back up to my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers.
She hums in appreciation when I slip my tongue between her lips, tangling it with her own. Her hand moves from my neck to my hair, knotting her fingers into it and scratching at my scalp. I moan softly as she tugs a little, and I feel her smile into the kiss. “I know we have all night,” she whispers. “But I’d really like to take your clothes off.”
I grin at this, pulling away from her to pull my shirt off and discard it to the side, and she sits up, taking her own shirt off and tossing it off the bed. We’re both in our sports bras and sweatpants, but Soni’s never looked more beautiful to me than she does right now. “Come back,” she whispers, reaching for me, and I do - pressing her against the bed and reclaiming her lips.
This time when her hands go to the waistband of my sweats, I don’t stop her, letting her dip her hands underneath and run her fingers over the swell of my ass, trailing them along my spine. “You want them off?” I murmur, reaching down to help her. “Yes, please,” she replies.
“I gotchu,” I tell her, pushing my sweatpants down my legs, leaving me in my boxers. Soni whistles under her breath, sitting up a little against the pillows. I have my knees on either side of her legs, kneeling on the bed in my underwear. Her lithe fingers run themselves along the muscles of my abdomen. “I forget how hot you are, sometimes,” she mumbles, her pupils dilating at the sight of my body.
When I take her pants off, I realize just how ludicrous the statement is.
Soni’s a fucking goddess. Her skin glistens in the golden lamplight of the hotel room, a rich brown that I can’t help but run my hands over, still in awe that it’s mine to touch and feel. She’s so smooth and soft and inviting, and I can’t help but trail my hand along where her waist curves in, flaring out at her hips. I let my fingers trace the curve of her ass, the smooth muscle of her thighs, my thumb brushing along her navel piercing and the tattoo on her lower abdomen, near her hip bone.
Soni sits up, taking her bra off, and my gaze locks onto her chest - her perky tits, the shadow of her clavicle, the glimmer of her necklace resting on the smooth skin. “Are you gonna touch me, or just stare?” Soni breathes, turning us around and pushing me against the covers to straddle my waist.
She takes my bra off, staring at my chest in awe this time. Soni rubs her hands up my torso, really feeling me, and brushes her thumbs lightly over my nipples. “Shit, ma,” I whisper, feeling pleasure jolt through me at the sensation. “You’re so perfect,” she whispers dazedly.
“C’mere,” I rasp, pushing at her lower back to bring her back to me. When she kisses me this time, it’s hungrier, more determined. I buck my hips up against hers, inviting her to grind down against me. She does, coaxing a soft groan out of me as she smooths my hair back. Soni keeps her hips moving against my lower half as she moves her lips to my jaw, kissing down it, sucking lightly at my pulse point.
“Wanna mark you up,” she whispers, and I nod. “Whatever you want, baby,” I breathe out, and moan as her lips latch onto my pulse point, sucking hard. “Fuck,” she pants. “All mine. All fuckin’ mine,” Soni says in disbelief, biting at the same spot hard and then licking it. Then she leaves more, sucking and licking and biting all over my throat until I’m sure more of the skin will be covered in bruises than not.
I keep a hand at her ass the whole time, moving her hips against mine, pushing her head down against my neck with the other. “Yes. Good, Soni,” I praise, tipping my head back and losing myself in the feeling of her lips and her teeth and her tongue. Soni leans back, gazing down proudly at her work, running her fingers over my throat. She takes her bottom lip into her mouth, tilting her head as she looks at me.
Then she scoots up, positioning her core over my abs. I feel her through her panties, soaking wet on my lower abdomen. I grin wickedly at her, squeezing an ass cheek harshly. She drags her clothed cunt slowly across my abs, her teeth digging harder into her lower lip. I snap the band of her panties.
“Take these off, ma,” I whisper. “Promise it’ll feel better.”
She hums, climbing off of me and standing to shimmy them down her thighs. “Fuck, baby,” I breathe, taking in her naked body. “Gimme a spin,” I order hoarsely, feeling my cunt pulse when she braces her hands on her slender waist, spinning slowly and shooting me a devious smile as she giggles. I feel myself soaking through my boxers, taking in the swell of her ass and the tattoo that runs down her spine.
Then she moves to the base of the bed, bracing her hands at the foot of it and beginning to crawl up it, placing kisses on my thighs and at the waistband of my boxers, humming contentedly. Then she drags her tongue over the spot near my belly button where her arousal had seeped through her panties, licking her lips as she tastes herself.
“Soni,” I warn lightly, and she rolls her eyes, positioning her cunt over the same spot. “You never let me have any fun,” she tuts, lowering herself against my stomach. Then she drags her cunt over my abs, and the moan she lets out can only be described as pornographic.
“Yes,” she groans, grinding her pussy against my torso, and I swear to God this must be heaven. “Oh, fuck, baby,” she whimpers out, grasping at her tits as she rides my abs, really giving me a show. She smirks down at me, moving one hand off of her tit to knead mine, working both of our breasts and her cunt in tandem.
“Fuck!” She laughs a little, almost in shock, tipping her head back and letting another loud moan spill from her lips. I let her have her fun, incredibly turned on at the sight of her fucking herself on my body.
I whimper a little as she kneads my breast especially hard, and she grins at me. “You like that?” She teases. I smack her ass, squeezing it hard and giving her a look. “Shut up,” I order, and she bites her lip, grinding faster. “Or what?” She demands, tilting her head to the side.
I shake my head, moving my hands to her hips to work her harder, pressing her harder against my abdomen and drawing a loud moan out of her. “You wanna walk tomorrow?” I ask, squeezing the flesh of her hips. She grins again, baring her teeth wickedly. “Not really,” she sighs, letting her head loll to the side as she sighs contentedly, grinding even harder.
“You feel so good,” she whines, leaning down to kiss me, sucking hard at my bottom lip before sitting back up.
I shake my head, not even sure where to look - her hands, covering her tits, her face, screwed in pleasure and concentration, her cunt, dragging itself along my abs.
“I feel good?” I murmur, and she nods, moaning.
“I can make you feel so much better, you know that, right?” I purr, thinking of all the things I’m gonna do to her. “Fuck, baby, you promise?” She whines, and her hips stutter as her climax approaches.
“Just need you to come first,” I urge, fingers digging into her hips. “Gonna fuck you so good tonight, ma, I swear.” I’m going crazy thinking of it - making her clench around my fingers, my tongue, my-
“Please, Paige,” she pants out, interrupting my train of thought.
“So good for me,” I praise, my fingers still on her skin. “Just a little more, okay?” God, she’s so fucking hot. I could come just from watching her like this - all weak and desperate and needy.
“Mmmmmm, fuckkkk,” she groans, her cunt moving choppily as she chases her release.
“That’s it,” I coax, moving a hand to her tit and rolling her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger. “Just come all over me, that’s it.”
“Shit- fuck! Ah! Paige!” She cries out, her hips stuttering to a stop as her orgasm washes over her and I feel her arousal seep all over my abdomen. Soni looks at my stomach in shock, then back up to me. “Fuck,” she whispers, and I stroke her thighs soothingly.
“You thought about that, huh?” I tease, squeezing her legs slightly, and she laughs slightly, slinking down my body to slide my boxers off.
“A little,” Soni admits. “I also knew how wet it would make you.”
She crawls back up to my cunt, spreading my legs to take me in, her eyes glazing over at the sight. “And I was right,” she breathes. I tip my head back, letting my eyes fall closed as she breathes over my clit.
She lets the tip of her tongue drag against it, and I buck my hips. “Mm-mm, be patient,” she giggles, and it takes everything in me not to shove her face against my cunt. “Quit teasing,” I say, unable to keep the neediness out of my voice.
“I’m not,” she replies innocently, flattening her tongue against my folds and pushing it into my entrance ever so slightly. “Fuck,” I hiss out, and I swear I feel her smile against my cunt. She hums into my folds, working slowly with her tongue. I let my eyes follow her head as it moves up and down, and she meets my gaze as she laps happily at my cunt.
“Soni, can you-”
“Tell me how pretty I look eating you out,” she interrupts me, pressing her hands against my thighs to force them open further. There’s a challenge in her eyes, daring me to question her.
I groan, lacing my hand into her hair. “Fuck,” I moan at the prospect.
“Tell me.”
I shake my head, pushing her face into my cunt, watching her deep brown eyes flare in shock as I force her head down. “So fuckin’ pretty,” I breathe. “God, look at you. Letting me fuck your face like this,” I moan, sitting up on my elbow to watch her eat me out, eyes alight with fervor as her tongue and lips work everywhere.
She rolls her eyes back into her head at the comment, and I buck my hips against her mouth. I groan out when her mouth latches onto my clit, sucking hard at it. Then she moves down, fucking me with her tongue as her nose brushes against the sensitive bud.
“Oh, yes, ma,” I gasp, watching her go down on me in awe. She looks fucking incredible like this, lapping obediently at my cunt, desperate to make me come. “Come on, baby. You wanna make me fuckin’ come? Make me so fuckin’ proud?” I simper, and she moans into me.
I fall back against the pillows, shoving both hands into her hair, letting my hips fuck up into her face as I thrust her head into my cunt.
“So close,” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut as pleasure courses through my body. “So good, Soni, don’t stop.” I wonder for a moment if she can breathe. I decide I don’t care, letting my head fall to the side to burrow into the pillows as I get closer, and closer, and closer-
“Yes. Yes! Oh, yes, Soni, fuck!” I pant, feeling my orgasm crash over me, but Soni doesn’t stop, even when I remove my hands from her head, She sucks hard at my clit, and I sit back up on my elbows to push her head away.
“That’s good. Ah- that’s good, Soni.” I try to get her to stop, my clit overworked and my pussy too sensitive to go again right away.
“Just one more,” she pleads, her eyes dark with hunger as she pulls her lips away from my cunt. “Give me one more, please,” she tries again, snaking up my body to kiss me hard, forcing me to taste myself. I moan into her mouth, letting her fingers dip into my pussy again.
She strokes my clit lightly with her middle and ring finger, then shoves them deep inside of me, fucking me hard. “Shit!” I gasp, and she smothers my mouth with her own, devouring my lips as she plunges her fingers in and out of me, curving them into my pussy.
“Soni!” I cry, her fingers hitting my g-spot from inside, and she pants from the effort, her breath hitting my face. “So… fucking… hot,” she gets out between breaths, her eyes trained on my face as my jaw goes slack, eyes rolling up into my head.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp out, rutting my hips up against her hand.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” she whimpers, kissing me hard again, abusing my clit with her thumb. “So fucking perfect,” she praises, and I laugh, tipping my head back.
“Doing so good for me,” I tell her, burying a hand into her hair. “You close?” She asks.
I hum in response, feeling my second orgasm approaching.
It shudders through me, and I let loose a guttural moan, grinding up onto her fingers as they slow down, working me through it. “Shit, Soni,” I curse, biting my lip as the aftershocks of my climax subside.
Soni keeps her eyes trained on mine, dragging her fingers out of me and bringing them to her mouth. “Mmmm,” she moans, closing her eyes as she sucks them off, swirling her tongue around them. “Fuckkk,” she whimpers, dragging her fingers through her own pussy and then offering them up to me. My eyes flit to hers, and I suddenly feel downright ravenous.
“You want?” She asks, cocking her head.
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“Look at you,” Paige murmurs, trailing her hands down my torso from behind, stopping to touch the red marks she’s left all over it in a much gentler manner than the one she’d adopted when leaving them. I know they’ll be dark purple tomorrow. I almost moan at the thought. I stare at her hands in the bathroom mirror, watching them squeeze at my hips, then trace back up to knead my tits.
“Fuckin’ perfect, yeah? Fuck, look at those tits,” she murmurs, dropping her head to my shoulder and letting her lips latch onto my neck. “And this ass,” she groans, squeezing it from behind, her fingers digging into my flesh harshly. I giggle, biting my lip and staring at her in the mirror, letting my hands squeeze her thighs as her arms wind around my abdomen, her lips still working at my neck. I turn around, admiring my own work.
There are hickeys blooming all over her abs, similar to the ones between my thighs and around my tits. I can see the purple blossoming on her neck, and I let my fingers ghost over those marks, humming in satisfaction. Her hair is a mess, mascara flaking at her waterline, lips bitten and swollen. She looks completely fucked out.
I think momentarily that this might be my favorite version of her.
I let my hand trail down further, past her hips, taking the silicone strap she has dangling from her hips in one hand. I spit onto my palm, keeping eye contact with her as I pump the strap. Then I dip my hand between my legs, coating my fingers in my arousal before dragging that along the strap as well.
Then I drop to my knees.
Paige’s eyes widen, dark eyelashes flaring around the blue.
“Fuck, Soni,” she groans as I lick the tip of the strap, my eyes never leaving hers. I take it further into my mouth, bobbing my head as I stare at her innocently. “Shit,” she groans. “You know how fuckin’ sexy you look like this?” She asks gruffly, and I know her hands are itching to twist into my hair, to push my head further down.
I take her in further. “God,” she growls, letting her fingers wind through the strands of hair at the base of my neck. “Gonna take my cock like such a good girl?” I nod eagerly, taking her in deeper, getting off on the delirious look that’s taking over her face.
She’s certainly lived up to her promise tonight - spreading my legs and fucking me deep with her fingers, before eating me out until I squirted all over her and then rubbing my pussy against hers until we both came again. Paige has been downright insatiable, and I was sure I was done, completely spent… until she pulled out the strap.
I take her in all the way, hollowing out my cheeks, and she uses her hand to move my head back and forth, fucking my face slowly. She starts speeding up, making sure it hits the back of my throat, not stopping until I’m choking and gagging around it and tears are slipping down my face.
Paige releases my hair, gazing down at me as I stand back up. “Need something, ma?” She smirks, and I nod, biting my lip up at her.
“So wet for you,” I whimper, and her mouth twitches.
“I know,” she teases me, leaning closer. “You need help with that?”
I pout at her. “Yes,” I whine.
She cocks her head, blue eyes alight with malice. “Ask for it, baby.”
“Please, Paige,” I beg, stroking the strap with one hand again.
Paige tuts. “Aight, now you’re playing stupid. You just gotta say the words, ma. Come on,” she coaxes, squeezing my ass.
I roll my eyes, gripping her shoulder to push my lips to her ear.
“Daddy,” I purr, only half-joking. “Would you please, please fuck me?” I put extra whine into my tone, knowing it will drive Paige crazy.
She breathes in through her nose, her eyes fluttering closed. “Turn around,” she instructs, and I do as I’m told. “Bend over,” she breathes, and I do, bracing my elbows against the bathroom counter. “Eyes on me,” she whispers, and I feel the tip prod at my entrance.
I watch her watch me, her eyes trained on where her strap is entering my cunt, biting her lip in a combination of concentration and arousal. I moan as she pushes it deeper in, letting my head fall forward. “Fuck,” I whisper as she thrusts it in and out shallowly.
“Look at that pussy,” she groans. “So fuckin’ wet, baby. I do that to you?” She asks, gripping my hips to steady herself as she inches deeper.
“I said ‘did I do that to you?’” Paige bites out, thrusting deeper in, and I fall forward a little, moaning loudly at the sensation of her filling me up. “Yes!” I gasp, wiggling my ass backwards.
“Take my cock so good, Soni. Fuck, just suckin’ that shit up, look at you,” she coos, thrusting deeper in, and I whine at how good it feels.
“Wanted to do this… so long,” Paige grunts.
“Yes,” I moan as she begins speeding up, the strap still moving deeper inside of me.
“Just wanted to fuck you stupid, God.”
“Oh, Paige,” I cry out, the silicone hitting deep inside of me, the look of hunger in her eyes driving me absolutely insane. She grips my hips, hard, fucking me back onto her before her eyes return to mine in the mirror.
“So beautiful,” she tells me, fisting her hand in my hair and tugging a little, her pace speeding up even more. “So fucking beautiful, shit. Taking my cock so perfect for me,” she babbles, watching her strap enter and exit my pussy. I groan out, watching her bite her lip.
“Fuck, baby, it’s so good,” I whimper, flenching my fists.
“What do you need, ma?” She murmurs. “Just tell me what you need, I’mma give it to you.”
I whine, letting my head fall forward as she thrusts into me.
“Wanna come on your cock, Paige.”
At that, Paige snaps.
She starts pounding into me, her fingers surely leaving marks on my hips, nails digging into the skin of my waist. She’s rutting so deep into me I swear I feel it in my stomach, reducing me to a moaning, begging mess, the feeling of her strap inside of me, her hips snapping against my ass too much to bear.
Paige moves a hand to press at my lower abdomen. “Feel that?” She asks, and I gasp, nodding as tears streak down my face. “Yes,” I whimper.
“How’s that feel? Huh?” She demands, and I moan loudly as she presses harder.
“So good, Paige!” I cry. “Fuck, feels so good!”
“Come on, Soni. Just gotta finish for me, that’s all.”
“Please,” I sob, clawing at the porcelain counter, my hands catching at nothing.
“Taking me so perfect. You wanna come, baby, I know you do,” she coos, a stark contrast to how violently she’s fucking into me. “So. Big,” I whimper, my climax getting closer and closer.
“I know,” Paige pants. “Fuck, I know, but you’re doing so good.”
“Just needa feel you come on my cock, ma.”
“Think you can do that for me, baby?”
“I know you can. Doing so good, fuck.”
“Just one more, I promise.”
Paige’s words are swimming in my ears, and I don’t even want to finish for my own release anymore. I want to finish for the look I know will cross her face in the mirror as I come, that look of pride and reverence that she has every time I hit a big shot or get an important stop.
“Fuck!” I scream, the expletive scratching out my throat, sobbing as I collapse against the bathroom counter, my bones weak, my body spent. Paige eases out of me, disposing of the strap in the sink before taking my limp body into her arms. My legs feel weak, shaking as I brace myself against her, sagging into her chest. She kisses me softly from behind, tilting my head up to press her lips to mine.
“Fuck. Look at you,” she breathes, turning my head back to look at us in the mirror. I smile a little, her arms wrapping snugly around me as she presses a kiss to my temple. I let my hands dance over her forearms, just taking her in. She’s so fucking beautiful - her hair, fanned out over her shoulder, her blue eyes shining with adoration, the sharp line of her jaw as she kisses my forehead - and she’s finally mine. Her lips move to my cheek, then to my ear, her words echoing my thoughts.
“All mine,” she whispers.
I smile at her in the mirror, then tip my head back to look at her, meeting her gaze.
inês is out playing with the portugal team and you surprise her
“meu amor, i miss you so much” inês said with a slight pout on the face, she was on her fiba europe tournament representing Portugal in Lithuania. she had been extremely excited all summer over that tournament and had been telling you on how she hoped she was picked so she could represent her country. “ i miss you too baby, so much, i wish i could be there with you” i said not lying in a single word, i truly missed my girl and being 30 hrs away from one another with a 7 hour time difference was heavy on both. “ i wish i could hug you and kiss you, i miss those big cheeks “ she said with a sly smile at the last phrase. i laughed the least i could because being sick in the summer sucks and not being to able to be with your girlfriend for something she loves also sucks but laughing and your throat hurting sucked even more.
“i’m finally on my last days of meds, i’m definetly feeling better! how was your game? how did you feel?” i said trying to get some words out of her “ well in all honestly we were pretty tense at first, i guess we were nervous but after a while we got the hang of eachother and did pretty well. i dedicated you a basket”
“oh yeah? which one?” i laughed know she just came up with that, whenever she plays she is always locked in and doesn’t think about anything but the game,but i let her keep talking. “the one where i did a right handed reverse layup” a big smile came out of her proud of her accomplishment on court. “well ok, if you say so” i was getting tired the time delay had me crazy and all i wanted was to be with my girl, she was doing some stuff around her hotel room “hey babe” i said “i’m going to sleep now, it’s late and you know i’ve got to get some rest” “ oh yeah of course, i love you, sleep well and get better please” i smiled hanging up the phone.
to her surprise she didn’t know i was lying, i was sick and did feel bad from time to time but i was on my way out of being sick and on my way to Lithuania. ever since she got the news on her secured placed for the team i knew i had to give her a big surprise, i told her that i wouldn’t be able to go and that i had to stay over summer for work and family, when really i had bought plane tickets and reserved my hotel to watch her in every single game. knowing how much this meant for her i knew she would love this. i was on my way to the airport and finally after a couple of layovers i was exhausted. in the process i had received messages from inês that she wanted to facetime but i had to make up excuses saying i was too tired and felt bad. i actually felt kind of bad for lying to her but i knew it would be so worth it. a whole day without hearing her voice i was exhausted from all the traveling.
as i took a taxi to take me to my hotel i swear i was going to faint, how do people deal with this it’s just too much. arrived at the hotel checked in and had my room ready, i ran like a little kid as fast as i could to my room, key in hand i opened the door and as soon as i was inside i plugged my phone and fell asleep hard.
i woke up to my ringtone and checked the screen, inês was calling “ shit” i said to myself, what would i say to her? she will notice the background being unusual, maybe i will just tell her i am out somewhere, yeah let’s say that. with my hair in a big mess and the darkest eyes bags in the world i ran to the bathroom coating my face with cold water to wake up,knowing she might get upset if i don’t respond since it’s been almost two days of my traveling, then i hear the ringing stop but a bunch of notifications sounds came up. oh was she worried now. “shit, ughhh” this surprise was going heaviness than expected.
i read her messages and they went something alike ‘are you feeling better?, goodnight love you, we won!!, goodmorning to the most beautiful girl!, are you okay baby?, are you okay? in worried you haven’t been answering’ and in all honestly i was so tired i lacked mobile service the whole trip and all of the wifi sucked so i most definitely had not been notified of her messages through the whole trip. i now feeling bad for everything called her. “inês hello baby” i tried to say as cheerful as i could with all the little energies i had, i put on a big smile for my girl. “ meu amor, você me deixou preocupado” she said quickly definitely as she said worried. “ oh no, don’t worry i am ok it’s just been really long couple of days and you know they are heavy” “ oh, i’m glad you are okay, i was so worried, how are you feeling now ? do i finally have a healthy girlfriend to kiss when i get back home?” i laughed out loud “yes i am officially well of health” yeah right ms.big eye bags “i’m so glad” “ i’ve been seeing your games! but how do you feel?you have been doing amazing bringing the team good points and amazing assistance as always”i commented changing the topic so she didn’t notice and would concentrate on something else,”the girls have been good” and she went on ranting about everything going on. god i cant wait to kiss her again she’s so beautiful and i’m only watching on a screen cannot wait to see her in real life.
the morning went on as our talk was cut short because she had a game later in the evening so she had to warmup and all that. i took my opportunity to shower, get ready, did my make up and dressed cute in her UConn jersey. took a taxi to the stadium and i was so nervous to surprise her, thankfully i had reached out to one of her closest friends from the team and was getting updates from everything going on. she and i had been communicating and she was the only one who knew i would be surprising her and helped me get everything set up. heading to the stadium and arriving i made sure to text anya that i was here and also sent a good luck text to inês like always just so she didn’t start suspecting anything. i sat in the public section and hoped she didn’t see me till the end.
as the game went on portugal was a couple points down but they still had 5 minutes in the fourth quarter. inês was in the game, as you cheered from the bleachers still not spotted by your girlfriend, you kept screaming and cheering for the team. they were catching up and were only five points apart and in that moments inês had just banked a three and as loud cheers came from your mouth , celebrating that your girl had been closing the game up. her teammates kept playing a to a near lever of the actual floor and as inês and the team were going into the hall to go to their locker rooms, anya had spotted you and told you exactly at what time the team would go to the bus so that you could come out of it before everyone went in.
you followed her instructions clearly, as you were now on the bus that would take them to the same hotel you were staying in. a few minutes passed and you were talking to the driver about stupid and common things, you received a notification “ babe! we won!!” a text from inês came in, along with a bunch of smiley face emojis. in that exact moment you also received a text from anya saying they were on their way, which made cut the conversation with the driver as she closed the doors so you could surprise your girl.
as you saw them walk out of the building all in their uniforms with their sweats and full of bags you knew this was the time. they kept approaching the bus and as soon as the doors were opening you waited until someone stepped in , anya. as soon as she was in she told you that everyone in the team knew and that it’s for to go out, those words fell out of her mouth which made me run out of the bus. i went down the steps and every turned to look at me while my girlfriend was looking at something in her bag, a teammate poked her arm, then she turned and looked up.
she stayed still, but a big smile started to form on her mouth, she ran as quick as she could dropping everything and went straight to hugging you. the hug was so full and felt so comfortable, finally being back into my girlfriends arms. we separated and her questions came right up “meu amor,what are you doing here omg” she looked at me in shock, inspecting my face to look out for any answer “i though you were in connecticut, i can’t believe you are here”. “surpriseee” i said with a big smile, she hugged me again and gave me a small peck.
while the team was on their way to the hotel on the bus i had to call a taxi once again. as soon as my ride arrived at the hotel, inês was waiting for me at the entrance. “let me hold this bag for you pretty lady” she said in an exaggerated deep voice, i only laughed as we started talking. arriving in my room now ours, i went ahead and explained her my whole plan” i know how important this is for you and i wnat to make it known that i’m willing to be there for you always” i told her, my words full of sincerity “meu amor, i love you, thank you for this”
part: 11
pairing: paige bueckers x oc
word count: 4.3k
c/w: language, sexual content
a/n: sorry for the wait LOLLL lowk you guys are spoiledddd but i think we'll all enjoy this chapter before things start going to shit again
June 2024 - Storrs, Connecticut
“You’re not even looking at me!” I slam my water bottle down onto the bench in the locker room next to Paige’s locker, bracing my hands on my hips and staring at her expectantly.
“That’s kinda the point of a no-look pass, Sonia,” she drawls, and I let out a strangled noise of frustration. “I am not used to your body language to be able to read that,” I staring out through gritted teeth. Paige fishes around in her locker for a shirt, smirking down at me. “I think you’re actually very accustomed to my body language,” she retorts quietly, and I jab her bare stomach.
“Ouch! Sonia! Okay, I’m deadass, though. You read me on the no-look from a defensive standpoint so easily; just switch your brain over.”
“Just switch your brain over- oh, wait,” I mock her at first, then pause, realizing that’s actually sound advice. I contemplate it for a second. Then I grab her wrist, dragging her out of the locker room towards the gym. “Yo- what- Soni! Bro, we just got done with practice.”
“Natty or bust,” I throw over my shoulder, shoving open the doors to the gym. I grab a ball off the cart and pass it to her. “Baseline,” I instruct, and Paige’s eyebrows shoot up. “You wanna run this full court?” She demands. I nod, jogging over and waiting at the baseline for her. “I’ll inbound, we’ll go back and forth, then give me the no-look for the three. I’ll read you.”
“Do four total?” Paige questions, checking the ball to me, and I nod in agreement. I inbound it to her, then run ahead, taking her pass and pushing the pace. I dime it ahead, and she picks it up near half-court, then kicks it to me past the logo. I stop top of the key, threading an invisible needle to the paint, which she picks up and pretends to lay, but shoots it back to me. This time, I do read her; the way her hips angle in the air, how she’s not looking at the basket, but actually looking straight ahead so that my body is in her periphery.
When she flicks her wrist downward to feed the ball to me, I catch it easily, letting it fly in a quick release to bury the three. Paige whoops, clapping her hands triumphantly. “George for threeeeeee!” She crows through cupped hands, but I just roll my eyes, biting back a smile at her antics. “Again,” I say, and she gapes at me.
“Come on!” I insist, jogging back to the baseline. “Switch this time. Do three total, get it to me inside.”
Paige shakes her head, running back with a slight smile on her face. “See, you like it,” I tease. She grabs the ball from me, circling me to take her spot out of bounds. “No, Sonia, I like you,” she murmurs, and I can’t stop the bashful smile that spreads across my face. “I like you, too, Paige,” I return softly, biting my lip as I gaze up at her.
Her eyes search my face, her nostrils flaring. “I hate when you do that,” she mumbles. I release my lower lip slowly, appreciating the way she tracks the movement. “What am I doing?” I ask innocently. Paige inbounds the ball to me stubbornly, rolling her eyes. “Such a fuckin’ tease,” she complains, jogging ahead of me.
We try about ten different iterations of the no-look, and I finish on about eight of them. Really, I’m just working on reading her. It’s different, when I’m her opponent, but it kind of isn’t. Paige was right: I just needed to switch my brain over. I hit three after three, even finishing a few drives to the basket. Paige threads me a neat dime from the free throw line for a finishing lay, and at the last minute, blocks my shot.
She yells triumphantly, rolling her shoulders forward and flexing her arms. She moves one arm downward, a hand parallel to the ground. “Too small, baby,” she jeers, and I gape at her. Then I run at her, tackling her to the ground. “You… are such… a bad… teammate,” I complain, tickling her in between to emphasize the words. Unable to contain her giggles, Paige pushes at my hands, but I continue my relentless attack, digging my fingers into her sides. “Soni- Oh, my God! Stop!”
“Say sorry!”
“Marry me!”
I freeze in shock. “What?” I breathe. My heart is pounding.
Paige smirks, shoving me off of her quickly and pinning me to the gym floor. “Gotcha,” she grins. I pout at her. “Not fair. You scared me.” She leans down to peck my mouth, and I immediately lean into it, reaching a hand up to caress her face. “I don’t know,” Paige continues, kissing me again, and I let my eyes flutter closed to kiss her back. “I’d make a great trophy wife.”
I giggle at the thought. “I’d buy you whatever you wanted,” I flirt, waggling my eyebrows and allowing myself to indulge in the fantasy of us, of really being with Paige, of being a couple. I want that. I want it so bad that it feels like the want is pulling at my lungs, clawing at my rib cage, begging me to give in.
Paige raises her eyebrows, pecking my nose then pulling away. “What, with my card?”
I stay flat on the ground, my knees bent up, and Paige leans against my good one, throwing an arm across my stomach. I mime swiping a card in the air, pressing the invisible plastic to my lips in a kiss. “What can I say? I’m a daddy’s money kinda girl.”
Paige’s eyes glaze over a little at that. She sucks both lips into her mouth, narrowing her eyes, and I gape at her. “No way.” I point an accusatory finger at her. “You liked that!” I gasp. Paige pokes my stomach, frowning at me. “I didn’t!” She defends.
I sit up to face her, suddenly slightly conscious of the fact that Paige and I are sprawled on the floor in a rather compromising position. I don’t really care, though. I don’t seem to care about anyone or anything that isn’t Paige whenever she’s around me. It’s like she overtakes my senses: the sight of her twinkling blue eyes, the sound of her laugh as she teases me, the feel of her warm hands against my body, the smell of her expensive cologne, the taste of her soft kisses.
“You like it when I call you Daddy?” I tease quietly, seductively, and Paige swallows hard, licking her lips and letting her gaze drop to mine. My mouth drops open, and I shove her away. “Oh, my God! You’re a freak!” I accuse, pushing myself up off the ground and speed-walking towards the exit.
“Bro, I didn’t confirm shit!” Paige calls after me, jogging to catch me and catching at my waist.
“You didn’t deny shit, either. Freak,” I argue, wrinkling my nose. Secretly, it’s kind of hot that she’s into that. I’ll have to keep it in mind the next time I have her at my mercy.
Then I flinch, stopping in my tracks. There won’t be a next time. I’ve been playing along with this, but I was serious about my resolution. Not because I think Paige will do to me what Ashlyn did. More so because I’m terrified that if something happens between us and something goes wrong, it puts the whole team at risk. I came here to help bring Geno another championship. Hell, I want to see Paige with a natty - Lord knows it’s long overdue.
“You go ahead,” I say abruptly. “I’m gonna get more shots up.”
Paige pauses, looking at me curiously. “What? It’s late, baby, you’re probably tired. We’ll get in the gym earlier tomorrow.”
Baby. We. The concerned tone of her voice. All little pieces of Paige that I keep tucked away in a secret compartment of my heart that’s just for her. Only for her.
What really gets me is the way she addresses whatever we are so easily, like a unit. Our. Us. We.
And to an extent, she isn’t wrong. Paige and I have always been connected by some kind of invisible string. When we were younger, at AAU tournaments, we’d manage to find each other in these gigantic rec centers, always getting into some sort of argument. In high school, after games, we frequently ended up outside the locker room in some sort of heated fight about a call that hadn’t gone someone’s way. I think she even missed the team bus back to Hopkins a couple times.
In college, waiting for each other after pressers. I know I’d positioned myself outside the opponent’s locker room ‘coincidentally’ more than once, and now that I think of it, I remember Paige milling around mine as well, perking up when she saw me.
It’s us, I realize. We’re the invisible string.
I swallow, hard, and back away from her. “I’ll see you back at the apartments,” I mumble, jogging back towards the gym and trying to blink away the tears stinging at my eyes.
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I frown to myself, climbing the stairs to my apartment, a couple bags of groceries in hand. Sonia was being so weird. One minute, she’s joking and laughing with, smiling that smile that makes me think she could have hung the moon. The next minute, she completely shuts down. Obviously, I admire her dedication, but I’m fairly certain that ‘getting more shots up’ isn’t what was on her mind before she left me standing alone outside the locker rooms.
Absent-mindedly, I put the groceries away, and shake myself out of my stupor when I try to put the milk in the pantry. I narrow my eyes. She doesn’t get to just… not talk to me. Fuck whatever we are or aren’t - I care about Sonia. And there’s definitely something going on with her.
I slam my fridge door shut and huff, storming out the door to Sonia’s apartment. I knock loudly on the door, and Ayanna opens it. Yanna. The sight of her makes me irrationally angry. “Is Sonia here?” I ask, moving past Yanna, who makes a face at me. “Damn. Why are you so pissed?”
I sigh, realizing my anger is misplaced and also totally unreasonable. “She’s just… being weird. Did she say anything to y’all?” I ask. Yanna cocks a brow. “No, she just came back and went straight to her room. Why? Did y’all fight?”
“Coach said you’re not allowed to fight with Sonia anymore,” Aubrey pipes up from the couch, and Morgan nods. “He said it’s bad for the freshmen. We’re very impressionable,” Morgan adds. I wave the two of them off. “She’s in her room?”
They all nod, and I stride to her door, rapping at it with my knuckles. “Sonia Marie, open this door right now,” I order. “Paige Madison, go fuck yourself!” I hear from inside the room. My eyes widen.
“Are you mad at me?” I demand.
“No! I just wanna be alone!”
“Can you be alone with me, please?” I hear Aubrey snort behind me, and I shoot her a look.
I bang on the door again, and this time it swings open, revealing a very frustrated and frazzled looking Sonia. “What?” She snaps.
I give her a small smile. “Hi.” She looks over my shoulder to Aubrey, Ayanna, and Morgan.
“Did you need something?” She asks shortly.
I pout at her. “I’m homeless. I need a place to sleep,” I tell her forlornly, and Yanna snorts this time.
“Shut up!” I hiss back at her, and her eyes widen in shock.
“Damn! Sensitive!” She complains.
Sonia glares at me. “Ugh. Fine. Come in,” she relents, and I just about skip inside her room, latching onto her like a koala as soon as the door shuts. “Paige,” she whines as I begin kissing her hair repeatedly. “Soni!” I say in reply, falling onto the bed and bringing her with me.
“Paige, seriously, come on. This has to stop.”
“Neither of us want it to.”
“I do.”
“Bullshit!” I sing-song, and Sonia shoves my shoulder, but I don’t budge, laying firmly on top of her. I boop her nose, and she wrinkles it. “Why are you being cute?” She grumbles. I smile down at her dopily. “Are you high?” She asks, shocked.
I blink. “What? No!”
She stares up at me, narrowing her eyes. “You can stay for now. But!” She holds up a finger just as I begin to celebrate, kissing all over her face. “You’re sleeping in your own room tonight.” I jut my bottom lip out at her, widening my eyes and letting my lip quiver. “I have nowhere to go!” I wail, dropping my head to her shoulder, and she laughs, wrapping her arms around my body and squeezing me tight.
“You’re lucky you’re so pretty, because you’re annoying as fuck,” she mumbles into my hair, kissing the top of my head.
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“That was a charge!” I snarl, storming towards Paige, who squares up to me firmly.
“Your feet weren’t planted,” she retorts.
“My feet were so fucking planted that they grew roots,” I spit back at her, and she snorts.
“Or maybe you just need to get in the weight room. I barely fuckin’ touched you, Soni!”
“You ran right through me with your shoulder,” I hiss.
“That’s not what happened!” She insists frustratedly.
I get in her face, staring her down. “You want a fuckin’ replay?” I demand.
She shoves me back, but I don't budge. I smirk at her, and her eyes flash.“Get in the weight room, Bueckers.”
“Quit being a pussy, George.”
“Enough!” Geno bellows, striding up to us and pushing us apart. “You two are fifth years, and you are behaving like goddamn children,” he scolds quietly, looking between the two of us, disappointment evident in his eyes. I feel the sudden urge to stomp my foot and whine like a child. “Coach, she’s been fouling me all day today,” I try to reason with him. “She just ran me through!”
“She sold it! There was no reason to land flat on her ass, I barely touched her!” Paige exclaims indignantly.
“You also grabbed my waist when I was going for the two!” I seethe, turning back to Paige.
“That was one time! You’re talking about ‘she’s been doing it all day’ - that’s a lie and you know it!”
“Well, maybe your basketball IQ just isn’t as high as you think it is, huh?”
“Sonia! Paige!” Geno barks.
We fall silent immediately, turning back to him obediently.
“Sorry, Coach,” we mumble in unison. Geno massages the bridge of his nose. “If I have to bench you to start the season, I will. Get your act together. Now. I would rather lose to Marquette than put you two sorry excuses for leaders on the floor. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Coach,” we chorus again.
I shoot Paige a deadly glare before huffing and storming away towards the locker rooms. “You’re not actually mad, right?” Paige demands, following me closely.
“The fuck I’m not!” I throw back at her. “You were fouling me today!”
“Okay, maybe I fouled you a few times. Why are you being such a little bitch about it? Do you not play a contact sport?” She retorts.
I whip my head around to glare at her, shoving open the door to the locker room. “Don’t even fucking start. I grazed you with my elbow the other day and you acted like I tore your other ACL.”
“You elbowed me in the stomach!” Paige protests loudly, shaking her hands at me frustratedly.
“Do you not play a contact sport, Paige?” I mimic jeeringly, slightly grateful that Geno lectured the two of us long enough that the locker room has cleared out, and the rest of the team has gone home.
“Real fuckin’ mature, Sonia,” she scoffs, her voice rising..
“Do not talk to me about maturity, Paige! You could have just taken accountability, or even just stopped fucking fouling me-”
“Or you could just grow a fucking pair-” She yells, getting in my face so that her breath hits my mouth.
“You are such a piece of shit!” I scream at her. We both fall silent, breathing hard. Then she shoves me against the wooden wall next to my locker, crashing her lips to mine. I moan despite myself, clutching at her shirt and rucking it up to let my hands roam her abs. Paige kisses me ravenously, biting at my lips, toying with my tongue roughly as one hand grasps my ass and the other circles around my waist.
“Fuck, I love it when you yell at me,” Paige mumbles hungrily, kissing wantonly down my jawline and sucking hard at my neck. “You’re such a freak. Is that why- you kept fouling me?” I stammer out, my eyes fighting to stay open as my body submerges itself in the feel of her hands and lips. I yank her shirt off of her head, tossing it to the side, and rake my eyes down her body appreciatively.
“Now you don’t have a problem with me touching you, huh?” Paige remarks slyly. “Come on,” she urges, pressing her palm between my legs to my core, and I gasp as she rubs slightly. “Just tell me how bad you want it.”
“Shit, Paige.”
“So pent up. So tense. Just let me fuck you through it, ma.”
“Baby, please,” I whisper, biting my lip and glancing up at the ceiling, my hands braced on her broad shoulders, one of them running up and down her bicep. I let my eyes slip to the striations running down her chest and into her bra, her pectoral muscles apparent under her tits, and my teeth dig further into the flesh of my lower lip.
She pulls back to pull my shirt off, leaving me in my practice shorts and a sports bra. Immediately, Paige begins littering kisses across my chest, pressing the heel of her palm further against my pussy.
“You fuckin’ like fighting with me, don’t you?” Paige coos, and I whimper in response. “Always coming at me with that attitude. Like you need it fucked out of you.”
I nod. “Yes, please. That’s exactly what I need,” I beg feverishly, shocked at how quickly I’ve just let her weaken me.
Paige grins coyly at me. “Just tell me to do it, baby. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Just gotta tell me.”
Her voice is deep, gravelly, and it’s sending shivers down my spine and wetness straight to my core.
“Fingers,” I moan. “Please, Paige. Fuck me… with your fingers.”
She shoves a hand into my shorts without hesitation, rutting her fingers up into me, humming in approval when I moan loudly and smack my head back against the wood behind me. Paige and I have only fucked twice by now, but fuck, does this girl know my body. She pushes her fingers in and out slowly, then drags my arousal up to my clit to circle it.
“Oh, shit. Yes, that’s good,” I gasp, bucking my hips against her hand.
“So fucking dirty, letting me fuck you in the locker room. What if someone walked in, hm?”
I moan at the thought, letting her plunge back into me and sagging against the locker. “God, Paige.”
“Fuckin’ saying my name like that, shit. Fucking perfect for me, Soni, swear to God,” she growls, kissing me deeply. I whine against her lips, moaning and whimpering as I grasp at her torso, and she swallows every sound I make. Her free hand squeezes my ass hard, and I groan softly, feeling her fingers fuck deeper and her thumb circle my clit.
“I’m close, Paige,” I pant, sucking my lower lip between my teeth and tilting my head back to let her suck at my throat.
“Let go, ma,” she whispers reassuringly, kissing my lips again. “I’m right here, I gotchu. Let go for me.”
“Ohhhhh,” I whimper quietly, letting my orgasm shudder through me as Paige kisses me softly, fingers working me down from my high. Carefully, she inches her hand out from my shorts, holding it up between us so I can see my slick coating her fingers. Then, she lets her eyes drift to mine, and holds my gaze as she places her fingers in her mouth.
Paige licks them off with a satisfied groan, and my mouth falls open slightly, watching her eyes roll back in her head. “Taste like a fuckin’ drug,” she murmurs, returning her eyes to mine and sucking me off her tongue.
Twenty minutes later, I’m tearing her shorts off of her and letting her toss me onto her bed. Paige tugs my own shorts down before yanking my bra off hurriedly. I pull at the strap of hers, letting it snap back against her shoulder. “Off,” I order, and she throws it to the side before pinning me firmly against the bed and forcing my legs apart.
Licking her lips, she throws one of my legs over hers and lets her other leg kneel next to my hip so that our cunts are mere inches apart from one another. “You’re so wet,” I say in wonder, taking in the sight of her dripping cunt between my legs.
Paige laughs, swallowing hard. “You should watch yourself come. You’d be wet, too.”
“Record it sometime,” I suggest unseriously, feeling my chest constrict in anticipation of feeling her pussy against mine.
Paige groans, her hands at my hips to hitch me up her body, closer to her. “Don’t even joke about that, Soni. I’d- fuck. I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else if…” She trails off, shaking her head, licking her lips as she stares at my pussy.
“What?” I ask, trying to catch her gaze. I do, and she finally grinds against me.
I throw my head back and moan, because the feeling is fucking spectacular. I can hear it; her wet folds sliding against mine, the soft groans falling from her lips.
“Paige, what?” I whine, desperate to hear whatever deliciously dirty thought had crossed her mind.
She pushes my hips down with one hand, her pussy rubbing up against mine only by the gyration of her hips. Fuck. We’re both getting off, and she’s still fucking me.
I nearly come at the realization.
She thrusts up against me, her voice shaky when she speaks. “Fuck, baby. I’d have that shit on repeat.”
“Oh, yeah?” I laugh breathily, grasping at her toned stomach. Fuck, she’s fine as hell.
Her hair streams down her chest as she nods, leaning over me slightly. “I’d get off to it all the time, ma,” She pants, glancing down at my breasts as the bounce up and down with her thrusts. “You’d like that, huh?” Paige asks, circling a hand lightly around my throat. My eyes widen at the realization that I really, really want her to choke me.
“Like what?” I ask breathlessly, watching her grind into me, feeling her hips stutter slightly.
“You’d like me getting off to a video of you. Wouldn’t you?” She bites, and I lick my lips slowly.
“Maybe I just like you getting off.” My words are flirty, but my brain is close to mush.
“Fuck, Soni,” she groans, leaning further over me, and her chains dangle tantalizingly in my face as her hips buck. She speeds up, obviously getting closer, and I move my hands up to play with her tits. “I’d fuck myself so good to it,” she tells me, and my eyes roll back up into my head at the idea of Paige, her hand between her thighs, her fingers plunging in and out of her own cunt.
“That’s so hot,” I whimper. “Paige, you’re so hot.”
“Fuckin’ look at you,” she whispers raspily, and I arch my back, letting her fuck my cunt with hers. I feel my orgasm approaching, the knot in my stomach growing tighter and tighter, and the urge to get her there at the same time is suddenly undeniable.
“Paige, baby,” I pant, and she nods, squeezing my throat harder, indicating for me to continue.
“I wanna come with you.”
“Fuck, ma, don’t say shit like that. I’ll come right now.”
“Wanna feel you when you finish,” I beg, feeling my eyes roll back again as pleasure courses through my body.
“Hold out just a little longer, baby, can you do that for me?”
I nod, and she releases my hip, letting me fuck up against her. “Oh, shit,” she curses.
I lose myself in it: her cunt dragging against mine, the moans falling from her lips, the feel of her tits in my hands, her fingers around my throat, her chains practically hypnotizing me - the back and forth, and fuck she feels so fucking good, and-
“Fuck, Sonia!” Paige groans, muffling it against my shoulder as she collapses against me, coming hard. I finish with her, panting profusely and stifling a moan against my hand, my hips stuttering to a halt as I feel stickiness seep down both of our thighs.
Neither of us move for a few moments, just trying to catch our breath, our chests rising and falling in unison. “Holy fuck,” Paige says quietly, and I laugh. “Was that our best round?” She asks incredulously, and I shrug, kissing her slowly, deeply.
“Nah,” I say, flipping her onto her back and dragging my sopping cunt slowly against her stomach. Paige’s mouth falls slightly agape, her large hands gripping my ass.
I'm going to say this now so I can point to it later
Unfollow me if you defend Caitlin/like her
She has stayed DEAD quiet on the racism, death threats, homophobia and other vile bigotry HER fans are spewing, her 2min answer to a question doesn't count, she is basking in white supremacy
Silence is violence and I will die on this hill
She is a prime example of white privilege, she gets to go home, be with her racist boyfriend and pretend she doesn't notice it bc "she's not on social media", that is a PRIVLAGE
All the women in the W also just want to play basketball just like her, players are now being harassed on the streets because of her fans
If a 19yo Paige can go and give black women their flowers in her acceptance speech for an award she won, a 22yo Caitlin can denounce the racism being spewed with her name directly attached
Her behavior isn't excusable, either you stick up for black & queer women in the W or you don't watch it, with out black and queer women the WNBA wouldn't exist
Listen to woc , if a woc says something is racist and your kneejerk reaction is to defend what she's calling racist, I need you to have a long hard look at yourself and your morals
