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Hi bby, just thought of you and went to revisit your page to see what you’re up to lately and noticed you haven’t been active recently. Hope you’re doing well!! Love and miss you. ok bye!!!!
haiii!! i miss u guys too, i think of u guys daily, how are you!!!
I just found your masterlist and read everything and it’s sooo good! I love your writing. I was wondering if crosscourt had more parts or if there was only 5? It was my favorite story out of all of them that I read on the masterlist and I’m wondering if it’s finished or if you possibly would ever finish it
okay so i really do want to finish it, and i have plans to. it’s just that i’m still very unwell and have a lot of hospital appointments here and there, plus a surgery coming up & my head is all over the place rn. i just needa get back up then imma deliver, so just give me some time to get back on track.
synopsis: trapped in an apartment complex while a grotesque curse inexplicably turns people into monsters, inaya khan and paige bueckers must outlast creatures born from human desire. however, the real horror isn’t what roams the halls. it’s their complex “relationship”.
warnings: angst. all kinda of horror. graphic violence. gore. smut. situationship core. dark and disturbing themes. blood. death. manipulation. corruption. explicit language. mental illness. toxic dynamic. self harm-ish? morally ambiguous characters. lots of yearning.
note: i’m actually so excited to write this?? i know it won’t be everyone’s tea and that’s okay, i just wanted to branch out and try something new. especially since my entire page and “brand” is kind of horro-ish based. if any of you have seen the kdrama sweet home… then you might fw this
apocalypse .ᐟ cigarettes after sex. tears dry (original) .ᐟ amy winehouse. moonlight on the river .ᐟ mac demarco. new person, same old mistakes .ᐟ tame impalaz. tell me what you want .ᐟ sasha keable. white ferrari .ᐟ frank ocean. the perfect girl .ᐟ mareux. cemetery girl .ᐟ insane clown posse. love me 4 me .ᐟ sza. shut it down .ᐟ drake.
contains: established relationship. minimal plot #sorrynotsorry. name tat. possessive!kk. plus size!oc. smut. fingering. oral. biting (kinda). sucking the strap. missionary<3333333333. crying (happy tears *wink*). two freaks in love fr.
word count: 3.5k
niyah speaks: carrying the kk girls on my mf back. i started this in a fugue after going through my kk edit collection on tiktok and having to text ally "i wanna fuck her into the earths core." so... yeah... enjoy! kinda proofread
"lia."
kk stared at her girlfriend through their bathroom mirror with her mouth wide open, a smile slowly creeping in.
"kk."
lia watched her love's face light up at the sight of her name inked onto her skin.
it was a gift. a tramp stamp of kk's government name that lia had been thinking getting for about four months. she'd gotten it three days before kk returned from her away game, and now, she was standing behind lia with wide, awestruck eyes.
kk stared down at lia's lower back, eyes raking over the ink covering a galaxy of stretch marks.
she raised a hand and went to touch the tattoo, fingers brushing lightly over the slightly swollen skin. "is this for real?" her smile grew even wider as she took lia in her arms, tugging her so they were back-to-chest. "are you crazy?"
she had never loved something the way she love lia. she never thought she'd be overjoyed by something as permanent and committal as a name tat, but her she was showing all thirty-two at the sight of her name etched just above her girlfriend's ass.
lia leaned her head back on kk's chest, hugging her back as best she could.
"you don't like it?" she asked, faking a pout.
kk's fingers twitched a little around lia's belly. "oh no, baby." she shook her head, peppering kisses on her girlfriend's cheek and neck and shoulders. "i love it." she spun lia around and kissed her smiling mouth. "i love you."
"i love you more." lia replied, spinning back around so she could bend over the bathroom counter. "and now, everyone will know!"
"how?" kk arched a brow, stepping up so she was lined up with lia's ass. she rested both hands on lia's back, palms bracketing the tattoo. "unless they're looking at your ass, which i don't know why anyone would risk their life like that."
she knew what lia meant by the comment. she knew that there wasn't a chance in hell that lia would ever go there with anyone else— that much was made clear by the tattoo— but still, it was fun to fuck around.
and was was the harm in further solidifying the fact that they belonged to each other?
lia's heart thumped a little in the face of kk's possessiveness. she felt herself literally ignite at the feel of kk's hand move between her legs, palm pressing into the fabric of her shorts.
she shut her eyes, forehead dropping to rest on the cold marble of the counter. "kamorea."
kk hummed, rubbing the heel of her palm against lia's pussy. "this is for my eyes, and my eyes only. right?"
lia rolled her hips, chasing the feeling as she nodded. "right, baby."
she loved this shit. it's the primary reason she got the tattoo. sure, she wanted kk's name on her forever because she was that sure that their love would last a lifetime. but also, she kept the idea of kk's reaction on the forefront of her mind throughout her entire appointment. she'd been picturing this—she'd planned for this exact event.
she'd watched kk's location since she landed back in connecticut. she'd followed that dot all the way back to their apartment. she'd changed out of her matching pajama set into another, swapping pink cotton for dark green silk shorts and a matching tank top.
"you look so good like this." kk said. "always do."
lia smiled, still grinding into her girlfriend's hand. she was getting wetter by the second and the friction was growing useless against the heat accumulating in her belly. she wanted more—she wanted it all.
and like always, kk read her like a book. she pushed lia's shorts and panties to the side, rubbing her fingers through the mess pooling between her legs. she was all lazy but intentional movements, brushing her free hand over her name on lia's back.
"look at that shit, baby." she bent down, kissing the tattoo. "that's my name in your skin. that's forever."
lia smiled to herself, flashes of the rest of her life playing behind her eyelids. she was so gone for this girl, in every sense of the word. at peace with the idea of this being her forever.
"we're forever." she clarified.
"is this forever?" kk asked, slipping a finger in. "this my pussy forever?"
lia's back arched, her palm slapping against the counter. "shit."
she was so worked up from anticipation and love and longing for her woman to return home. and that finger wasn't much— wasn't nearly enough to rid lia of all of that— but it was enough to spur her on. to have her switch from wanting to needing.
kk curled her finger. "answer me, dahlia."
she sounded so soft, so patient. lia loved that.
"fu—yes" she moaned. "it's yours forever."
"i know." the smile on kk's face was evident in her voice. she kissed her name again. kissed lia's hip, kissed her left cheek. "can't give this shit to nobody else now."
then, she was on her knees, dragging lia's bottoms off and spreading her with both hands so she could kiss her pussy with a hot, open mouth.
"kk, shit." lia hissed, nails scratching at the counter.
kk went slow, wrapping her lips around lia's clit and sucking, lapping her tongue over it while she moaned. she licked and sucked and tried to figure out of it was possible to crawl inside lia's pussy and live there. to make a residence of all that warmth.
lia was shaking already. vibrating with lust while she fell apart on the counter top. her knee's wobbled as she rolled her hips back, pressing her ass further into kk's face. she didn't think about the fact that they'd only just started and she was already at the brink. she only thought about kk, and how good her mouth felt and how good it felt to have kk's hands spreading her wide, making her pussy smile again.
she was still going slow, but it was good slow. slow enough for every moan and groan and puff of air lia let out to be heard, but fast enough for lia to be right at the edge of an orgasm.
"please." lia moaned, her lips dragging against the marble.
kk pulled away just long enough to ask, "you wanna cum?"
the answer to that question, was always yes. lia hummed an mhm and grinded again, eyes squeezed shut, panting like a thirsty fucking dog.
kk nodded into her, "i got you, baby."
she opened her mouth wide and licked from lia's clit until her tongue was slipping inside of her. she fucked her like that, dragging her tongue in and out and using her hands to hold lia up by the backs of her thighs.
"oh fuck," lia moaned. "i'm gonna cum, oh my god."
"uh-uh," kk grunted, never stopping. "gimme that shit."
and lia gave it to her. she came on kk's face, hands reaching for anything tangible, landing on the cup that held their tooth brushes.
"missed that." kk grinned when she pulled out, patting lia's ass lightly.
lia stood up right, turning so she could take kk in her arms. kk hugged her back scooping her up so that lia's bare pussy was flush against the counter. once she was seated, she spread her legs so kk could step between them.
you'd have thought that they'd been apart for months, when it really only been four days. they were just that far in love.
kk kissed lia's neck, rubbing up and down the woman's clothed back, lining her fingers up with the dents of the stretch marks on her hips.
"i love you." she muttered.
lia responded the way she always did. "i love you more." then, "take me to bed, please."
"yes, ma'am."
she helped lia off the counter and walked her to their bedroom, hands never leaving the woman's hips. she was mesmerized by switch of her hips.
lia was the eighth wonder of the world. no matter how long it had been since their first time, kk would always marvel at the way someone so short could carry around all that lia did. heavy breasts and wide hips and a mountain of ass, all being toted around by someone three apples tall. it was all kk's—she was all kk's.
and kk was all hers.
lia hopped onto the bed, pulling her shirt off and tossing somewhere in the room. she watched kk pull her own hoodie off. she watch the way her abs flexed with every breath she took, the way her sweats hung low on her hips with every step.
she was so fucking sexy. god, lia was grateful she had game as a freshman.
"kk," she purred, spreading her legs as kk crawled between them.
"yeah, baby?"
kk dipped her head to kiss at lia's chest. but before she could get too low, lia grabbed her shoulders.
"mm, just— hm," she cut herself off when kk sucked a nipple into her mouth. she pushed so kk was beside her, then moved so she was on top. "lay back for me."
when kk was laying on her back, lia started her work.
she kissed her mouth first, a slow slide of her lips. then, she moved to her jaw, sucking the skin in that divit beside her neck. lia took in kk's panting, the way her hands clutched at her hips. when she got to her neck, kk bit at lia's neck before she threw her head back.
lia kept going, pushing kk's bra up so she could tongue at her nipples. she kissed the valley between after giving both the attention they deserved, then kissed her way down until she was at the band of kk's boxers. there, she sucked the skin just below her belly button while she pulled the fabric down.
she'd been watching kk throughout her journey down her body, soaking in the up and down of the woman's chest. the twitching of her fingers and the sound of her voice breaking without ever saying anything.
kk was so wet, the evidence of her arousal soaked into the curls bordering her pussy. lia stayed there for a second, holding eye contact with her girlfriends clit, watching as kk tried her best to remain patient.
she didn't make her wait long, mostly because lia wanted to eat just as badly as kk wanted to be eaten. she opened her mouth and licked at kk's pussy once.
"goddamn." kk's hips rolled off the bed and her hand shot into lia's hair. "yes, fuck."
lia let her take reins, breathing through nose and keeping her head still as kk dragged her pussy along her face. only when she felt kk's grip in her hair loosen did she make a move for control.
she leaned forward, bracketing kk's thighs with her arms and clasping her hands at the middle.finding kk's eyes, she sucked her clit into her mouth, setting the tone somewhere between ridiculously eager and willing to make it last.
hungry as she'd ever been, lia gave it everything she had. she knew it wouldn't take much to get her girlfriend there, so she wanted to make the most of the time she had. she slid one hand up so she could toy at one of kk's tits. she scraped her front teeth along her swollen bud before suck again, moving her head to follow the way kk's hips shot up.
"lia, you gonna make me cum, baby— FUCK." and then she was silent, mouth open but no sound coming out.
lia licked her through it, pressing down so that kk's hips stayed planted against the mattress. she didn't stop until kk was whithering beneath her and whining about how it was too much.
"come." kk huffed out, tugging at lia's wrist.
lia obeyed, climbing atop her love and cradling her face in both hands. she kissed her tenderly, gliding her tongue across kk's and bending so they were chest to chest, with her hands at the back of kk's head.
they did that for a while, licking into each other's mouths until kk's breath has settled and lia was ready to go again.
"the strap— " she said. "i want the strap."
kk's lips pulled into an excited grin. the strap was famously for Special Occasions, but tonight was special, and lia wanted it.
"for real?" she asked, petting at the back of lia's head. "we don't have to, baby. not tonight if you don't want to."
lia liked taking the strap, but she wasn't an everytime kind of girl. and they'd used it the last time they'd had sex, just four days ago.
"kk, i'm asking." lia smiled. she kissed kk, communicating all of her certainty with her lips. "i want it. for real."
kk nodded. "okay, baby."
she made quick work of walking into their closet and sliding into the harness. she made sure that everythin a secure and comfy for her and and then went back to bed, where lia was waiting with her knee's tucked under her.
kk sat with her back to the headboard. "c'mere."
she kissed her girlfriend for the thousanth time that night. she'd never get tired of it. there was always time. kissing was a fundamental of life and there was nothing else to it.
kk opened her eyes to find lia staring at her with huge, pleading, brown eyes. there wer eno words for what kk felt whenever she looked in lia's eyes. love didn't seem strong enough, but what was more powerful than the love she had for this woman?
"i need you to get it wet for me." she whispered between the two of them. "can you do that for me?"
they had lube. she could have made easy, quick work of getting everything ready that way. but kk wanted to see lia's mouth open.
she wanted to watch the up and down of her head so she could use her whimsy to imagine what it would feel like if she had the real equipment require for sucking dick. (the real quipment being… a dick.)
and lia had no qualms. she just nodded with a smile before scooting down and bending at the waist. she spat a glob of saliva over the tip and spread it with her hand. then, she took the dildo in her mouth, sucking it with the same fervor she would if it wasn't silicone.
"you look so fucking good like this, dahlia." kk cooed, gathering lia's curls and making a bun of them. "so damn pretty. wish it was real so could put a baby in you."
with tears welling and her tongue wrapped around the strap, lia let out an excited moan.
"you want that?" kk perked up. "you want me to fuck a baby into you? hm? make you a mama?"
again, lia moaned with her mouth full. she'd have quite liked if kk fucked a baby into her.
and if she had the ability to, kk would do it. she'd have been got lia pregnant if she could. she'd made lia messy with cum too many times to question if they'd have baby by now.
suddenly desperate for a change in position, kk pulled lia's hair. "okay, that's good."
"as much as i wanna see my name bouncing when i fuck you from behind," she flipped them over with practiced ease, taking lia's mouth with hers and sliding a hand between her open legs. "wanna look at that pretty face while i fuck you."
lia's eyes close softly, a quiet hum vibrating out of her at the feeling off kk's fingers on her clit.
kk smiled that evil but loving kind of smile because her girlfriend was so fucking wet and warm and soft— and she was all of these things for kk. she dipped a finger inside of lia and received the instant gratification that she lived for.
lia moaned out a soft fuck as her body arched into kk. she was elated—partially because of the fact that she'd cum minutes before, but more from the feeling of her woman being on top of her, working her open so she could fuck her into the mattress.
they were so close. kk was literally on top her, all of her weight bringing a comfort to lia that she always missed when kk was away. the feeling of all of kk's hard ridges biting into lia's softness, paired with the now two fingers she was working into her had lia about cum for the second time.
but kk knew her girlfriend, and she knew what the fluttering around her fingers meant. she pulled her fingers out and slid the strap inside before lia could even complain. she watched as lia's face screwed up in sheer pleasure.
she pushed up and put her weight on one arm, moving her other hand to lia's hip, digging her nails into the meat there. she loved that— the way there was so much of lia to touch and squeeze and bite on. she could do whatever she wanted with her endless playing field.
she rolled her hips faster, harder— whatever she needed to keep lia groaning under her. it was perfect— she was perfect, with her wide eyes and open mouth and bouncing tits.
"kk, fuck," lia moaned, eyes zeroed in on kk's. her hand was wrapped around kk's bicep, using the solid slope as method of stability. "baby its— its so goo—shit!" she cut herself off with an embarrassingly high-pitched whine when kk hit a particular deep spot inside of her.
kk put her hands over lia's mouth, squeezing tight at her jaw.
"i fuckin love you, girl." kk bit out, dropping a harsh kiss against lia's cheek. "love your face, love your voice, love when you scream for me. but you gotta be quiet."
lia being quiet was the last thing kk wanted, but they had neighbors. so, as much as her whole body reacted when lia's voice broke from her volume, kk had to take preventative measures.
she kept her hand clamped around lia's mouth but she kept fucking her, pleased when she felt her hand getting wet. even muffled, lia's cried were music to kk's ears. the view of tears leaking out of the corners of her closed eyes were like art.
"it's that good?" kk asked. "you cryin for me?"
lia did her best to nod and under kk's hold, but the best she could do was throw her fucking head back and cry from how good she felt. her brain wasn't functioning enough to answer questions correctly, and she wouldn't take the blame.
it was all kk. kk on top of her, inside her, touching and kissing her like this was the only moment in time ever.
"pussy cryin for me too, huh?" kk asked, still stroking slow and deep. "creamin all on my shit— just a mess for me."
finally, kk moved her hand from lia's mouth just to cover it again with her own. she fucked her and kissed her and took every bit of resolve lia had left, until she was nothing but a moaning, crying heap of a woman, powerless against her building orgasm.
kk was lost in her. moaning into her mouth, and swallowing every sound lia let out. she was right there with her, so turned on and wet and tight with need that she was teetering the edge untouched.
"you gonna cum with me?" she grit out. "gonna let me fill you up while you make a mess on me?"
lia nodded, face screwed and wet with tears. it kk hadn't known better, she'd have thought lia was in pain. but no, she was just a woman consumed, and kk wanted to push that to the max. she snaked a hand between them, rubbing at lia's clit.
like something akin to a cat, lia's back bowed, her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and both hands dug into kk's arms. she tugged until kk was starfished over her, licking at her exposed neck.
lia erupted, exploding into a million little pieces under her girlfriend. she was shaking with ecstasy, fingers trembling around kk's bicep.
"i know, baby." kk whispered. she fucked her through it, still as deep as she could get, still as strong as she could be. "just keep cumming for me."
lia wasn't listening—she couldn't hear past the rush in her ears. but she did keep cumming. it was the best kind of release, the kind that left her panting and holding onto the woman that had done it to her.
and when it was all over and kk was wrapped around her, kissing at her shoulder and her cheek and her tits, lia just laid there and kissed her back. because she had stars in her eyes and butterflies in her belly and deep love for her girlfriend, who she knew loved her back.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT INTERLUDE. — paige b. x fem!reader
╰┈➤ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺. you and paige were always designated fuck buddies. just you and her. after your greediness gets the best of you, she proves that you know better.
╰┈➤ 𝘬𝘦⁷⁷ 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴. WELL HELLO. i have returned from the infamous writing break to give you this blurb for (way after) new years cus yall r my babies and i luv you oh so much (teeheeeee) i hope all of you achieve your new year’s resolutions and leave all negative shit in 2025! expect more from me since they cuttin a bitch work hours…👩🏽💻
“Been a minute since we slept together, gotta get myself together.”
“I’ve been thinking about everything… I don’t know if it’s because I’m lonely?”
“Lonely on a Wednesday night.”
— PARTYNEXTDOOR.
It was a dark, and very boring Wednesday night. Your phone was on do not disturb, and the blunt in your hand was freshly rolled. The room was lit up ever so slightly, the brown floor lamp dim in the corner of your living room. The netflix show you decided to binge had been off for a while–the noise of the air blowing out of your Playstation was loud, signaling that it was time to get a new one.
All you had on was a white camisole, that clinged to your braless tits, making your nipples hard in the below freezing living room. Your black lace panties had just been slipped back on, considering the session you just had with yourself before you rolled this blunt.
Your necklaces clung to your sweaty skin, the mixture of sweat and your Prada perfume creating a different kind of smell, one you didn’t mind. It smelled like sex–in a good way.
You felt so lonely on nights like these, fresh out of a situationship with the one girl you thought was your ‘number-one-sex-candidate’, Paige Bueckers. The two of you cut it off after she caught you fucking around with other people–but man, do you regret it. You thought about the way she felt inside you, which was the cause of your panties being long gone a while ago. It was to the point you bought a dark blue dildo to match her strap, just so it could feel like she was dicking you down all over again. You screamed her name, spelled her name out when your fingers were inside yourself–for a situationship, you were clearly obsessed with her.
The amount of times you wished you could just pick up the phone, tell her you needed her, wanted to make her head so big, that she would come over and fuck you just to prove a point. You had all this weed to yourself, and you felt like you needed the company. She was pissed when you went to someone else to get off, fucking all her anger out before blocking you on everything completely. She hit every angle inside of you, fucking you so deep while you were in missionary, forcing you to tell her that nobody could fuck you like she could.
And she made you feel how stupid you were for fucking someone else.
The girl was a random, it was an honest mistake, really. The one night your body craved another body on top of it, the temperature rising every time you climaxed. You were impatient. Paige was on a trip with her team, all the way in Turks and Caicos, without you. Out of the couple conversations the two of you did have, you vividly remember her telling you she wouldn’t be back for at least a week–but you couldn’t wait that long to be fucked.
You needed it now.
But being greedy gets you nowhere, because that night–the night you went out on a solo date, so bored and horny… just aching for Paige to come back home to you–there was this girl, not only was she charming and sweet, she looked just like Paige.
You seduced her with ease, downing a couple shots back to back, tipsy enough to feel on her with every thing being reciprocated. You could tell she liked you, and that made things so much easier on your end. After a couple more shots between the two of you, you took her back to your apartment–her tongue was deep inside of your mouth as soon as you hit the door, and before you knew it–your back was arching off the fabric of your couch, with her head between your legs, slurping every drop of your pussy.
She dicked you down good, too. But it was never how Paige did you. Paige knew exactly what angles to hit, how to curve it inside you just right–and she knew how to make you cum in under five minutes, tops. She knew how to make you loud, and keep you quiet–and when she fucked you… it sent you to a whole different dimension.
This one night stand knew how to fuck, but you missed Paige. You missed the way her voice got all low when she was inside, whispering to you like other people could hear her. It was like some type of love spell, and at one point you almost told her you loved her mid-stroke. Sometimes you used to think that if you ever did, she just might say it back–and that sat just fine with you.
The night she had living proof you fucked someone else–she was furious. It was past midnight, a little after your “one-night-stand”, and you tried your best to hide how fucked out you were. Your hair was messy, clothes all over the floor. You tried to play it off as just being lazy when Paige came over, since she knew you had been busy with all the things you were juggling at the moment. But Paige doesn’t forget anything. Not a single thing.
That night she arrived at your apartment, she stripped you of everything immediately. She was craving you like crazy, so much as ripping the new pair of Victoria Secret panties she had just bought you, and kissing down your hips slowly. Her lips were so soft, and the very lightly tinted lip balm she had on left marks on your thighs. The way her lips pecked against you made you wet, as she did nothing but speak absolutely reckless in your ear.
She was making her way back up to your tits–when she saw things she never wanted to see. There was a fresh hickey on your right boob, not even bruised all the way yet. One thing about Paige–she never forgot what she left on your body. Didn’t forget not a single mark, hickey, scratch–nothing. Paige had a system when it came down to fucking you–it was a job only she did, she could leave whatever she wanted on you, and you’d beg for more–Every. Single. Time.
But this right here, it set her off completely. Of course she was mad–you were giving her pussy up this easy, acting like every time she fucked your brains out, it meant nothing. She made you pay for it that night too, and it puts you in the same predicament every time when you think about it–stripping yourself naked, lying on the plush mattress with the same vibrator you seemed to use six times out of the seven days of the week. You couldn’t resist her, really–that sexiness in her voice was so addictive, and don’t even start on the tapes you made. They were still in your hidden album inside of your camera roll, and you found yourself visiting that album tonight.
So here you were, a fresh blunt after completely obliterating yourself, over a girl you didn’t know even wanted to fuck you again. But nothing was impossible. So much so, that you lit your blunt, took a puff, and picked up your phone. It might’ve seemed like you were the only obsessed one between the two of you–but in reality, it wasn’t just you. See, Paige had every right to keep you blocked on every platform, but she didn’t. She blocked you for a little while, then all of a sudden, she re-saved your contact, unblocked you on all her socials–just to make sure she could watch you closely. Better yet, watch you suffer without her.
You were tired of being a pussy, so you went to your contacts, and scrolled all the way down to the “P” section–passing some family members with the same letter, and seeing her name. Her contact picture was the two of you in her mirror, her standing behind you in nothing but a black tee and boxers, and you, in one of her t-shirts and your own panties–your bra across the room. You loaded the messages between you two, the last thing that was said was her calling you a “greedy slut”, since apparently, you were so desperate for sex.
come over?
please?
Radio silence.
You sat your phone back down on your couch, and after about twelve minutes passes–you felt the small vibration of a notification. You knew it wasn’t just any notification though, knowing your do not disturb didn’t let anything through. It was Paige.
What happened to your other bitch
She must couldn’t make you cum
Yeah ik 😂
Her ego turned you on so bad. More than anything. The way she knew you couldn’t live without her touch, her kisses, her fingers, her pussy, her strap. Little did you know, she was craving you too, and thinking about your body turned her on too. There were so many nights she’d snatch her boxers clean off–quickly pulling up one of your old sex tapes, moaning your name softly, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. Paige wasn’t even the type to feel this way about any girl, especially when they went out fucking other girls. But you, you were something different–out of her comfort zone. Not only did she fuck you good, you fucked her good, too. She never let anybody else touch her body like you did, never let anyone below her belt, unless she was in control completely.
A couple minutes passed once again, and your phone started buzzing. You turned it over, screen faced up, and watched the bold letters appear. It was Paige, and you picked up the phone, trying to process the thought of her even wanting to contact you again.
You let it ring a couple more times, finally clicking the green button.
*Hello?”*
*...*
*”You still stay inna same apartment?”
*”Rent too good to leave, Paige. Why you ask?”*
*”Yo address still 926?”*
*”Mhm.”*
*”I’m onna way.”*
And right after that, Paige hung up the phone. You didn’t know what to do, the two of you hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, let alone spoken to each other. But her voice, that raspy, sexy, sound had your panties hanging on for dear life. You missed that voice, bad. And that same voice, along with Paige Bueckers herself, was on the way to your apartment. Who knows what she was gonna do to you? Was she there to argue? Make up for lost time? Kiss you? Hug you? Fuck you?
It was all intriguing to you, but that little voice inside your head was slightly frightened. The last time you two saw each other, she fucked your guts crazy. And if she was down with fucking you senseless while you two were beefing, who knows what she’d do when it’s been a while. A while since she’s seen your body, been a minute since she’s kissed and held it. You didn’t know what you were getting into tonight, but you were prepared for whatever there was to come.
You got up from your couch, and quickly ran some hot shower water. You scrubbed your body down, and went over the hairs you missed on your legs, making them smooth as butter. You dried off, rubbing all the special and expensive body oils all over your body. You smelled heavenly, your body absolutely radiant under your vanity lights. You applied your skincare, making all your face slick and shiny, with the smallest swipe of lash serum on both of your eyelids.
You didn’t know if you wanted to be casual or sexy, even though you figured you knew what she was coming over for–you didn’t want to assume. You threw on something simple, a big tee and the cutest panties you had. Throwing your hair up, you strutted back to the living room to re-light your blunt. You wanted to seem more relaxed, and the smoke you blew out was doing just that. You inhaled, exhaled, and repeated. Your body felt calm and collected, and ready for any and every thing.
You knew Paige lived decently far from your apartment, and that’s why she insisted on driving to see you every time you two linked. It was easier on her. It took you a good hour to get all the way ready, and for a second you thought Paige was flaking to get back at you once more. But your doubts were shut down right after they popped in your head, because a couple seconds later, there was the faintest knock on your front door. You dusted your shirt off, and kept the blunt in hand. You sashayed over to the door, and you took a peek into your peephole. It was her, in all her glory.
Her hair was in a low bun, with a black beanie over it. She had on her glasses, and you had a feeling she remembered you told her you liked them on her. Her gray Essentials sweatpants were low on her hips, with the drawstrings untied. Her Calvin Klein boxers peeked ever so slightly above her waistband. She had her keys in between her fingers, and the veins throughout her hands were popping out like she was ready to get her blood drawn. You took a breath, and unlocked the door.
The door clicked, and all Paige could do was stare up and down your body. You leaned on the doorframe, and took a hit of your blunt in front of her. A small smirk creeped upon her face, and she reached her two fingers out to take a hit from it as well.
“You gotta come inside, if you wanna smoke my weed.” You said, the tone in your voice causing Paige to lick her lips.
“That’s the only reason you want me to come inside?” Paige asks, stepping past you and setting her keys down on your granite countertop.
“Is there any other reason you’re at my apartment this late?” You tease, handing her the blunt. She takes a long drag, maintaining eye contact while she exhales. She made everything look so sexy to you, the smallest things had your pussy tingling through your panties. She handed your blunt back to you, and sat manspread on your couch. Her long arm was extended across the back of it, and her hand rested on her thigh.
“You look pretty.” Paige huffed, that smirk popping back up on her tanned face.
“Thank you, Paige.” You giggled, but you wanted to know the real reason she was here. Was it sex? Or to sit around and tease all night? Because you could easily do both.
“Why’re you here, Paige.” You say, inhaling the substance from your blunt once more. You dipped it in the ashtray and got comfortable in your spot.
“I can’t come see you?” She asks, throwing her hands up in defense.
“Didn’t know you still wanted to see me, P.” You sigh, dropping your head down in disappointment.
Paige picked your chin up, and looked you straight in your eyes. Your eyes were tinted pink, and your lashes drooped low on your eyelids. The weed was getting settled in your system–and Paige could tell. She stroked your jaw, and brought you into her lap. You let her do whatever she wanted with you, and it always worked out in your favor. She held on to your hip, and took the blunt from out of your fingertips. She took a drag, and pulled your bottom lip down with her finger.
“Open.”
You opened your mouth, and she blew the smoke into your mouth so you could inhale it. Then as you take it all in, her lips connected with yours, and all you could feel was her tongue fighting against yours. You pulled away and stared at her, but all she could do was smile at you.
“I can show you I still fuck with you, mama.” Paige whispers, grabbing any of the meat of your bare ass that wasn’t covered by your panties, and just rubbing it to her liking.
“I missed this ass too, baby.” Paige says, her voice low, making you smile.
You took the blunt back from her, inhaling, and exhaling into her mouth. She stuck her tongue in your mouth, and saliva dripped down from both of you. Paige was groping your ass harder each kiss, forcing your hips to grind down on her lap, leaving your panties damp. She hooked her long fingers on your panties, tapping your legs to lift them up, so she could take the fabric that was covering nothing, right off of you.
She threw your panties on the floor, and felt on the slick of your pussy.
“You get wetter every time I pull up to this apartment, I see.” She teases you, and makes circles around your clit. She rubs and rubs, stimulating every inch of your body until you can’t physically take it anymore. That was her signature. She wanted to overstimulate you every chance she got, because watching you fall apart was heaven on Earth. She slowly slides two fingers in your pussy, pumping in and out so she could watch you squirm.
She was whispering all kinds of shit in your ear, and that was one of your favorite parts. She knew how to talk you through every position, every angle, every orgasm.
“Ride these fingers, baby. C’mon.” Paige whispers, moving your hips back and forth against her digits. The sound of your pussy was ungodly, and it was music to Paige’s ears. “How could you have given all this away so easily?” You thought to yourself. Paige was the only one who could make you fold like this, and you were so stupid to have given up her pussy like that. And so here you were, riding her fingers like your life depended on it–waiting for her to tell you to cum at any second.
But all of a sudden, her fingers stop moving inside of you. All the passion came to a halt. She pulled her fingers out of your pussy, her fingers halfway soaked. She maintained eye contact, and sucked her fingers clean. Paige kissed you, hard. Her tongue was back in your mouth, and the two of you were fighting for power. But Paige needed this right now. She needed your body.
She pulled away from your mouth, and lifted you up right from her lap. She looked down at your pantless body, and took your hand. She led you to your own bedroom, the same room she fucked you in so many times. It was a room she missed.
You made it to the door, and Paige stood at the doorframe, admiring the room she once fucked you over eight times in one night in. You were so shy all of a sudden, seeing her tall frame standing against the door. Her boxers showing, her eyes low and droopy–it was like a wet dream.
She walked towards you, looking down at your body–scanning it like the rough draft of an essay. She got so close to your face again, with the stench of weed and her Valentino perfume flooding your nose.
“Arms up.” Paige demands, lightly massaging your shoulder. You lifted your arms up, and she took off the oversized shirt that covered your body. She couldn’t do anything but bite her lip at the sight of you, your beautiful plush tits, and the small tattoo on your collarbone. She bent down, grabbing your chin. She turned your head, and kissed down your neck while the two of you stood there.
“Y’know how you can make all this up to me?” Paige asks.
“Mmm..how, baby?” You moan quietly, your hands tangling in the wavy strands of her hair.
“Let me use you.” Paige mutters, while leaving a fresh hickey on the side of your neck.
She stopped kissing your neck, and grabbed your hips. She backed you into your mattress, and pushed you ever so slightly. You were completely naked, looking up at her. You squeezed your legs together, every single movement you made, any type of pressure–it was all getting you closer to cumming.
“Take em’ off me.” Paige directed, gesturing to the sweatpants clinging to her long legs. You blinked–getting all shy on her again. You stared up at her once more, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face.
“I’m not gon’ ask you again, mama.” She grabbed your jaw, and it made you moan instantly. You pulled down her sweatpants slowly, watching her thighs twitch from the cool air. Her pants reached to her ankles, and your heart was beating so fast, you could’ve sworn Paige could hear it thumping. Then came her boxers, they were navy blue with the Calvin Klein logo on the waistband, and once you pulled them down, you could feel your mouth salivating at the sight of Paige’s pussy.
She was practically dripping, the wetness was hidden away in her discarded boxers. You took one look at how wet she got for you, and completely lost any sense you had left. You gripped her thighs, and dipped your head into her crotch. You lapped at her pussy, using your tongue to pleasure the woman who always had the nerve to look this good.
“Fuck, mama. Eat this pussy, baby.” Paige moaned, gripping the back of your head, and pushing it deeper and deeper between her legs–forcing your tongue further inside her pussy. The veins were practically popping out of her hands, and she was pulling your hair so hard–but it felt so good. She moaned and moaned in your ears, practically riding your face. Her face was scrunched up, and you could tell she was reaching her limit.
You broke free from her, slowly retracting your tongue from inside of her. Her head was thrown back, until she felt you coming to a stop. She looked down at you, her anger slowly fading into her face. She jerked your head back, looking at you with her eyebrows furrowed.
“The fuck is you doin’?” She exclaimed, her voice raspy from never holding back when she moaned, and bending down to look at you, eye-to-eye.
You bit your lip at the sight–her face red, and her plush lips pink from all the kissing the two of you did.
“Lay back.” You told her, standing up before her, and switching spots with her. She was sitting on your bed, her pants and boxers laid out on the floor. She scooted back against your headboard, and snatched her white tee off in the process. She threw it across your room, planning on never putting it on again for a while. She slouched slightly, and watched as you slowly rubbed on your body, and crawled across your bed to meet her.
She looked up at you in amazement, casing and staring at your body like it was a champions trophy. She missed all of you. You placed yourself on her lap, and the small moan that erupted from her mouth was sinful. You grinded on her good, the two of your pussies connecting with so much ease. She grabbed your hips, and started pushing you down on her lap further and further. The sound was ridiculous, the squelching between the two of you echoed throughout the room–your pussies wetter than they had ever been before.
“You missed this pussy, baby?” You moaned out, Paige giving a head nod.
“Tell me you missed it, don’t nod.” You demanded, moving your hips faster.
“Okay. Okay, baby–fuck. I missed this pussy, mama. Damn.” Paige yelled out, her face growing pinker every grind. Her pussy was wet, and it felt so soft against yours. This is what felt right. You smiled at her, grabbing her shoulders, and slapping your body against hers. Her eyes were rolling back, and her mouth was slowly opening. Moans couldn’t even form anymore, it felt so good–that no sound could escape Paige’s mouth.
“Y’close, baby?” You whispered, before throwing your head back from the sensation of your pussy taking over your whole body.
“So, so, close. Lemme… fuck. Lemme hold you, mama.” Paige said, holding your back, and pressing herself against you. You slammed your pussy against hers, until the both of you came undone together. It was everywhere, on your stomach, her thighs, your sheets.
You kissed her sloppily, then eventually slowing down. The two of you laid on the side of your bed that wasn’t wet, and stared at your apartment’s popcorn ceiling. Paige looked down at the mess you made, and turned over to look at you.
“Do you love me?” She asks, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“I do love you.” You answer, turning and facing her.
“You not gon’ give my pussy up to no lame again, are you?” She asks sternly, biting her jaw.
“Never.”
“Aight, well. I love you too, then.” Paige says, smirking.
She pulled your body closer to hers, and you drifted into a deep sleep shortly after.
The next morning, Paige gathered her things, and you woke up to an empty bed. You figured she would just play you again, since fucking someone else obviously made her mad. A couple hours passed, and you made right with your feelings–assuming Paige wouldn’t be back, and the conversation last night was just an ‘after-sex fantasy’.
There was a knock on your door, and when you answered it–she smiled at you. Backpack on her back, and an extra bag in hand.
hellurrrr, i’m so sorry for disappearing. my ass had to leave because my health really went downhill, and i might as well have started living in that damn hospital. i probably should’ve said something about me leaving, but it was all so sudden and i just clocked out mentally 😔
anyways, imma make sure everything is in order in my life before i’m active anywhere really.
also, sorry if anyone tagged me in their work, i’ll read it when i have time and strength and give its 10s💕
summary: when the pool of available men who can make a girl cum and aren’t hard to look at runs low in storrs, connecticut, you find yourself running to your best friend, paige, for help. maybe it’s a coincidence that she makes you cum harder than you ever have in your life, or maybe it’s a sign that your need to rethink your dating life.
warnings: porn with minimal plot, mentions of males (puke), paige the man hating lesbian!, oral w fingers (r receiving), strap (r receiving), paige is whiny lowkey (but we love it!!!), service top!paige (but she’s clearly yearning to be sub sometimes), SO MUCH dirty talk + p being a lil cocky, maybe some complicated/unrequited feelings, sexuality struggles
word count: 11k
notes: happy holidays from me to u freak 🫵🏼 jk thanks for reading my nasty lesbian sex preesh y’all so much. merry christmas eve, this filthy ass shit came straight from the smut demon that haunts my dreams and makes me spit out PORN as my gift to u. plz cherish it forever and ever ok thank u. unedited as usual so don't @ me
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it was wednesday evening.
wednesday evenings always meant paige. it was the one night a week–other than saturday, of course–where neither of you had morning practice the next morning and you had no classes the next day. which meant you could hang out with her as late as you wanted, and still be able to get enough rest before thursday afternoon practice. she, unfortunately, still had class, but it was just one that didn’t start until ten, so it didn’t feel as debilitating if you stayed later.
it was routine–one that you had developed at the beginning of the semester.
paige was sitting on the floor, back resting against the front of her bed with her playstation controller in her hands. her knees were bent with her feet planted on the floor, making her spine round toward the bottom in a way the felt more relieving than it probably should’ve given that it was technically considered poor posture. her eyes were fixed on the screen, tuned into her game of fortnite, but she was also managing to give some of her brain power to you.
you were lying on your stomach on her bed facing her tv, chin rested in your palm as your thumb swiped back and forth on the screen. you had tinder pulled up to sort through the small pool of men that seemed to be available in storrs, connecticut. there were more left swipes than right, and you were admittedly growing more and more frustrated.
you found yourself doing this a lot lately: getting frustrated by your options. the ones you had already tested in your four years as a university of connecticut student all seemed to be the same–unable to please you. you couldn’t really figure out why, because you had so many friends that had men in their lives willing to give them an orgasm, but you just couldn’t get lucky enough to get the same treatment.
maybe it was because you weren’t committed to them, but you were much, much too busy to find time for a relationship to find that out. and besides, did you really want to start something with someone new now? as a senior in college? it seemed ridiculous when you had limited time left as a husky.
you audibly groaned, throwing your phone down on the bed, “god, why is it so hard to find one guy that isn’t hard to look at?”
“i dunno. aren’t they all kinda hard to look at?” paige mumbled, not even trying to hide her disinterest in talking about men.
you blew a sharp laugh out of your nose, “i mean, yeah, kinda.”
your eyes fixed on her ceiling, thoughts swirling quickly in all kinds of directions. honestly, it was getting difficult to think clearly with how backed up you were. you weren’t even sure when the last time you had an orgasm that wasn’t by your own fingers–or realistically, if you ever actually had one because of someone else.
paige, on the other hand, didn’t have these problems. she had no issues finding a girl–of course, she didn’t, she was paige bueckers. you knew how many girls thirsted over her, how many would do unspeakable things for the chance at getting in her pants. you’d seen the edits, the ones that were anything but cordial. you saw her dms, too. so you supposed that she wasn’t a great example of the dating pool for the normal people out there, because she could have whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and not have to ask twice.
though, you’d have to admit, you’d never really seen her take advantage of that. her mind always seemed to be set on basketball, and there was nothing pulling her focus from that no matter how hard it tugged.
if you were in her position, you knew you’d have a bad reputation. you’d be answering all of those dms, and too many girls would know what the inside of your apartment looked like. well, it would be guys in your dms, you suppose–but the technicalities didn’t matter. you just knew that you would never masturbate because if you were horny, you’d just open instagram. and if the one you fucked didn’t satisfy you, you’d just find a new one right there.
“how are you not a whore?” you suddenly blurted out without thinking. the provocative, invasive question didn’t really matter, though, not with paige. so you didn’t need to be embarrassed.
“uh, what?” she laughed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“i mean, you got all these bitches in your phone,” you said it like it was obvious (well, it was), staring at the back of her head like you were about to burn holes into it.
her freshly highlighted blonde hair was pulled into a low bun on the back of her head, tied together effortlessly messy like she had been messing with it in the mirror for hours to get it just right, but you knew her. she just threw it up without even looking or fixing it. that was one thing about paige–she didn’t even have to try to look good.
“so?”
“so,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’. “you have all these hot girls begging for your attention, but you never fuck any of them. like, what do you do when you’re horny?”
she sighed lightly, pressing the pause button on her game and setting her controller to the side so she could give you her full attention. she had to admit, the explicitness of your words was pulling her concentration into a mental image she shouldn’t be venturing into rather than the game. her body turned on the carpet, blue eyes meeting yours immediately.
“i’on do anything,” she answered honestly.
it wasn’t hard for you to guess that, though, because you honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had even mentioned anything about hooking up with a girl. it had to have been over a year ago, you think, but you could be misremembering.
“you never just need an orgasm?” you asked in pure disbelief. “or too like, fuck a hot girl?”
“no,” her reply came quickly, yet even she could tell it wasn’t entirely convincing. but you decided to not point that out for her sake–to see how long she would insist that she didn’t.
because how was she supposed to admit that she didn’t want to fuck all those girls. that even if she did, she would just be picturing you the entire time, imagining you were the one giving her the orgasm she craved.
she couldn’t, because you were her best friend. her straight best friend, who had never even hinted that you might be even a little attracted to girls in general, let alone her.
“when was the last time you had sex?” you asked with genuine curiosity. she just shrugged casually instead of offering a verbal response. “come on, you don’t remember? you don’t think about it?”
“i mean,” paige started, her eyes glancing up toward the ceiling for a moment like she was debating on the words she wanted to say, if she wanted to be truthful, “yeah, i do, but i don’t wanna fuckrandom people that i’on even know.”
you chewed your bottom lip, a lightbulb suddenly brightening in your mind and blinding your inhibitions. your eyes raked over her face, pausing on her pink lips that were caught between her front teeth from nervousness. you couldn’t imagine why this conversation would make her nervous, though.
“you know me.”
the words seemed to ram into her chest with a force that was able to knock the wind out of her. on her brain’s list of possible things for you to say next, that was probably at the very, very bottom–if even on the list at all. her lips parted slightly in surprise, eyes searching yours for any sign of humor. but she didn’t find any.
she tried to get a grasp on her composure so she didn’t look so taken back, like she still had the confident smoothness that everyone knew so well. but honestly, she couldn’t remember how to think clearly anymore, and she wanted to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t a dream that she would wake up disappointed from.
if this were any other time, your confidence would’ve faltered by now. you would’ve been sputtering awkward apologies and probably storming out of the room so she didn’t have to look at you try to gather yourself after a hard fumble. but fuck, you were so fucking horny that your mind couldn’t even stop to think about it.
“what?” was all paige could muster to say.
you pushed yourself up from your elbows, leaning back until you were sitting cross-legged in her bed rather than lying on it, “i think we could help each other.”
she cocked an eyebrow as she stared you. she could feel the heat creep from her neck up onto her cheeks, and she knew you could see it too. “for real?”
“you don’t wanna fuck strangers, but you know me. and i need an orgasm, or i’m gonna go crazy,” you shrugged, way too casual for the way paige’s heart was begging to break out of her ribcage. “i mean, if you don’t want to–”
“nah, nah,” she interrupted, maybe a little too hasty to be considered casual. “i want to.”
you paused for a moment, then smiled, “okay.”
paige swallowed thickly, her nerves making it difficult to do smoothly, and it did nothing to relieve her suddenly uncomfortably dry mouth. she pressed her palms into the edge of the soft mattress to push herself up until she could place a knee on the bed, then slowly crawled over to you. she sat with her legs underneath her in front of you, her balled fists pressing into the blanket beside your own knees.
you broke eye contact to shift your gaze to her lips–her full, bitten lips that were practically begging for you to kiss her right now. but you didn’t, not when you had already made the first move by even suggesting this. it was her turn to show that she wanted this just as badly as you now.
or maybe it was because you were nervous. this would be your first time kissing a girl–first time kissing paige. you had kissed many boys before, sure, but did you even know how to kiss a girl? it couldn’t be that different. it would be less prickly at least, but still.
“hey,” paige whispered to pull you back down to reality, seemingly recognizing that you were getting in your head about something. you felt her fingers slide across the skin of your neck so she could cup your cheek with her palm, her thumb stroking across your cheekbone comfortingly.
she didn’t give you another moment to let any more thoughts in before she was leaning forward to press her lips against yours. it was hesitant and extremely slow to allow you to adjust to the fact that you were kissing a girl, and to let her adjust to the fact that she was kissing the girl she had dreamed about kissing for years.
her lips were soft, but slightly chapped too from her habit of chewing on them when she was thinking, and the contrast was an intoxicating feeling. it was so much different than kissing a boy in a way that you couldn’t put your finger on.
paige pulled away for a moment, swiping the pad of her thumb over your top lip briefly before she was crashing her mouth into yours again. this time with passion that couldn’t be recognized as anything other than hungry. it was still a slow pace, slower than you were used to for sure, but her lips moved against yours like they had something to prove.
she traced her freehand up your leg, then settled on your stomach to gently push you on your back so you were laying against her pillows. all without disconnect your lips. you subconsciously uncrossed your legs as you leaned back, instead stretching them straight out in front of you. honestly, you didn’t even really know what to do with them.
but it didn’t seem to matter, because she settled her body between your legs like it was second nature. the hand that was resting on your face instead shifted until it was settled on the pillow beside your head, and her other hand was resting on your hip with her fingers splayed under your shirt against your warm skin.
she didn’t lower her body down to press against yours, either because she didn’t want to frighten you or because she had other plans. but a noise grumbled in the back of her throat, a mix of a groan and a whimper, telling you that she wanted this–maybe even more than you did.
you didn’t have time to dwell on it though, because she was tightening her fingers on the pillow next to you until her hand was curled into a fist, parting her lips and slowing the rhythm of the kiss like she wanted to say something, but didn’t want to stop kissing you.
“please, lemme eat it,” paige breathlessly whined into your mouth in between kisses. “i’ll make it so good for you. just–let me show you, please.”
your brain was already feeling jumbled just from her fingers dipping down to begin rubbing your clit in circles through your sweatpants, so it almost felt like her words short-circuited it. not only that, but you had never had a guy pay this much attention to how you feel by immediately touching you before (nor have you had a guy beg to eat your pussy)–and she’s barely even touched you.
they usually would grab your hand to put it on their own crotch to chase their own pleasure.
not fully trusting that words you were thinking would come out of your mouth the way you intended, you settled on simply nodding your head as permission. you could feel the corners of her lips curve into a small smile against yours, but the feeling was short-lived before she was moving down your body.
“imma get you right, promise."
her descent started with your neck, her mouth placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the warm skin near your pulse point. however, her hands paused their movements to lift your shirt up and expose your breasts as she did so. her mouth broke free for only a moment to pull it over your head and leave you in an old bralette you hadn’t gotten rid of from their 2016 popularity–you couldn’t help it, they were comfortable (and very flattering, but maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better).
she smiled for a moment, but clearly tried to cover up for your sake to keep the situation serious. her pussy clenched in anticipation too, growing wetter in her boxers by the second at the thought of getting to eat your pussy.
honestly, you didn’t know what to do with your hands. well, you kind of did, but this wasn’t the same as any other hookup. this was a girl. this was paige, not some guy. so you hesitantly placed them on her shoulders to silence the overthinking flooding your mind.
she didn’t seem to notice your internal battle, though, not when her lips were mouthing at the skin of your collarbones, like they were something sweet to savor. instead of touching your breast immediately now that it was exposed, she rested all of her weight on the hand that was flat on the bed beside you to hold her up. then, she cupped the back of your knee to pull it up just slightly, bending your leg in the air.
your eyebrows pinched together in confusion as you watched her body adjust to a new position, her legs straddling the one she had just bent as she dove back down to place kisses on one of your breasts while her hand slid up to knead the other.
but you weren’t so confused anymore when she pressed her clothed pussy against the muscle of your leg and rolled her hips. you felt the vibration of a soft moan against your skin, and you couldn’t help but let out one of your own at the action.
“this okay?” she practically panted, clearly holding back another thrust until you gave her the go-ahead.
“fuck, yes. keep going,” you managed to choke out.
paige happily did so by slowly rolling her hips against you again, this time while pulling your bralette up to fully reveal your bare breasts. her mouth practically watered when she got to see them fully–your hard, pink nipples tempting her. she didn’t do anything to fight the temptation, though, she just wrapped her lips around one of them to swirl her tongue.
you pulled the bralette fully off your body while she did that, then settled a hand on the back of her head and sighed in content at the feeling of her warm mouth. you had always loved it when anyone you had sex with did this, but there was something about the way she did it that was different. you couldn’t put your finger on what, though.
after a few seconds, she moved to do the same thing to your other nipple, and you could feel that you were already so fucking wet. your panties were clinging to your folds in an uncomfortable way from it collecting, and you tried to adjust your position slightly to relieve it. however, all it did was press your thigh harder against paige, making her groan against you.
she leant back slightly to take in the sight of you shirtless below her. you tried not to feel self-conscious–tried not to cover yourself with your arms as her eyes worked over you. there was a smile on her lips, a fond one, one that didn’t read of anything platonic. you were almost certain there was a little glint of love, but you told yourself you were probably seeing things.
“god, i just–” she started, then cut herself off by shaking her head playfully, “i don’t get it.” you felt the warmth of her palms cupping your breasts, kneading them with fascination. “they don’t even know what they got.”
you laughed nervously, letting your hands fall so they were laying above your head–a silent invitation for her to do whatever she wanted. she shifted her body so she was settled in between your legs, hands sliding from your breasts to your waist.
she bent her body back down too, to place more slow, open-mouthed kisses against the skin of your abdomen. she let her tongue draw a horizontal line just above the waistband of your pants like a silent request for permission to enter. her eyes flicked up to yours too, going wide in such a delicious way that you couldn’t even stop your hips from twitching up.
her fingers hooked around the fabric, slowly pulling them down like she was making a show out of it. her tongue followed the path too, making your abdomen flutter. you could feel your clit pulsing uncomfortably–begging for her to touch you already, but you tried not to make it obvious.
paige clenched around nothing when her eyes set on the lavender panties hugging your hips. they weren’t necessarily sexy, just a cotton thong that were clearly aged, but they were her favorite color. god, she could feel the drool collecting in her mouth and threatening to drip from her lips.
it was an accident on your part. clearly, you hadn’t expected to fuck your best friend today, so you didn’t have it in the back of your mind that she might see them. now, though, you wanted to give yourself a pat on the back for it.
“shit,” she breathed. her gaze flicked up to yours to make sure you knew that she meant her words. “if you were mine, i’d eat this pussy every chance i got.”
her mouth continued to follow as she pulled your pants all the way off, leaving kisses to replace the warmth that was being pulled away. as she was coming back up, she merely let her bottom lip drag on your skin slowly.
“yeah?” you squeaked out, trying to muster up some confidence. it didn’t work though, not when your best friend was acting feral between your legs like this and making you feel things you had never felt before. not even metaphorically either, you don’t think you have ever had sex with someone who was so focused on you.
“yeah,” she replied cockily, sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, “you’d have to beg me to stop.”
when you finally felt her warm breath fanning over your center, you let your eyes flutter closed. you honestly couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. that you were actually letting paige bueckers fuck you. it seemed crazy, like maybe you were dreaming. maybe you were. you would wake up in the morning and not be able to look her in the eyes anymore if that were the case.
and maybe it didn’t seem crazy to anyone else, because she had thousands of girls in her notifications who were begging to be in your position right now. but to you, she wasn’t paige bueckers, she was just paige. and just paige was your friend.
but shit didn’t look so friendly anymore.
“look at me,” she said gently. “want you to watch me make you come.”
following her orders, you opened your eyes slowly to meet her gaze. the same gaze that held a new kind of emotion looking at you right now. there had been so many times that she had looked at you and you couldn’t decide what she was feeling, but you knew now. it was lust, like she could devour you and then devour you again.
her pupils were blown wide, barely even showing any of that beautiful blue you knew so well, as she stared back. her fingertips were tracing over the band of your panties, seemingly waiting to see if there was any ounce of discomfort hidden in your features. to encourage her to continue, you reached down to place a hand on her head–which she seemed to take it that way.
paige’s lips mouthed over your clit through the fabric once, then licked an agonizingly slow stripe from your entrance back up to your clit. it was almost like she was making a point that you were hers now, proven by those goddamn panties.
“oh my god,” she whispered in fascination. “any of them ever get you wet like this?”
you exhaled, but shook your head instead of speaking. you didn’t entirely trust that your voice would be stable enough for her to understand any of the words that would hopelessly tumble from your mouth.
“didn’t think so. gonna think about me every time someone else tries to touch you.”
the thought of that being the truth made butterflies erupt in your chest, but you couldn’t figure out why. anxiety? excitement? either way, it hit you harder than you would’ve expected it to. you tried to tell yourself that she was just dirty talking–that it wouldn’t matter when her head was clear from the arousal and she wouldn’t feel the same.
but it didn’t feel like it. her tone didn’t imply it. the words fell from her mouth like she was finally allowed to speak a truth she had been forced to hold back against her will, and the thought was terrifying. there was no going back now. your relationship would never be the same.
and maybe you should’ve thought about that a little more before you kissed her, but goddamn, you needed to come so bad.
she shook her head in disbelief, “i’d give you whatever you want. don’t matter when. too fuckin’ beautiful not to get it.”
without much more hesitation, she roughly yanked your panties down your thighs like they had personally wronged her. well, they had. they were keeping her from eating your pussy. that was blasphemy, she swears.
she tossed them to the side haphazardly, not even breaking eye contact with you to see where the wet puddle of fabric landed. her hands settled on your hips too, with her thumbs lightly rubbing your lower stomach in an attempt to ground you–or maybe herself.
she broke eye contact to look down, eyes meeting your pussy. she let a gasp slip past her lips by accident, her mouth watering as she took in the sight that could’ve been hung in an art museum. or maybe not, because the thought of other people getting to witness you like this made fire build in her chest from the jealousy.
god, it was so fucking unfair that other people got to experience this before she did.
“so pretty, baby,” she finally spoke with a gentle tone, instantly allowing relief to wash over you and take away the anxiety that the initial silence had caused. her lips placed a light kiss on your pelvic bone, just above where you wanted her the most, to reassure you. “so fucking pretty. gonna ruin you.”
her gaze flicked back up to your eyes, making sure you were watching her while she did this. her eyes were wide, and eyebrows tilted up, but you couldn’t tell why–excitement, fascination, both. there were a few possibilities, but all you knew was that she looked so fucking needy, and you didn’t want to wait any longer for her to fuck you.
finally, finally, she leaned forward to flick her tongue over your throbbing clit, just once. it was an experimental touch, something that would give you enough time to back out if you decided you didn't want to anymore–she desperately hoped you wouldn’t, though. she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to act normal anymore after seeing you spread open in front of her, for her. after seeing the way you were dripping from her touch.
“paige,” you exhaled, curling your fingers in her blonde locks on the top of her head. it surely was messing with her bun, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care about anything except giving you an orgasm right now.
that was her cue to wrap her lips around your clit and suck gently, pressing her tongue against it while she did so. when she released with a faint pop, she dragged her tongue through your folds slowly, like she was drawing a map for herself to remember for later. and she was, because she knew that this would be the only thing she would think about every time she closed her eyes to sleep from now until the rest of her life.
she couldn’t help but faintly moan against you at the taste, making you feel the vibration. it felt like it moved through your entire body from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, but that may have been because of the overwhelming feeling of finally getting some head when you have sex. and you didn’t even have to beg this time. no, she begged you. that was crazy in itself.
your nervous system felt like it was on fire from the sensation, and you could hardly keep your legs from shaking already.
she probably noticed too, when she adjusted her position so that she was lying flat on her stomach. her arms moved so that your thighs were thrown over her shoulders, giving her more space to work. she didn’t comment if she noticed, but she was probably too occupied to even notice.
she used her tongue to lap up all the arousal that had been building up near your entrance, plunging inside for a moment before running it back up through your folds to your clit. she couldn’t help but hum at the delicious taste, already wanting more and she hadn’t even finished her first meal yet.
that was when you felt a finger tracing a circle around your entrance, like it was asking for permission to enter. in what world would anyone say no? you weren’t sure, but fuck, even just the idea had you salivating.
you bit your bottom lip to stifle any sounds threatening to come out, not wanting anyone to hear. not only that, but it was embarrassing.
when you finally felt the push of her middle finger slowly filling you, you couldn’t help but arch off the bed slightly, toes curling too. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you suddenly knew why sex wasn’t something you felt like you needed before this. after feeling the way paige could eat your pussy like she was an expert on your body, you weren’t sure you ever wanted her to stop–ever.
“talk t’ me, pretty girl,” she spoke into your folds, not even caring if her voice was muffled or if you were even paying attention. “lemme hear you. wanna hear how good i’m makin’ you feel.”
to try to please her, you let a quiet squeak sound from the back of your throat. you hadn’t ever made noise during sex before, so this was new, and no one had really talked to you either. no, they usually just grunted or panted or said something short, not full-on dirty talk. it was making the heat pool in your abdomen much faster than you expected. and your cheeks flush a deep pink.
well, everything she was doing was making the heat pool in your abdomen faster than you expected.
“it’s so much, paige. gonna come,” you choked out, trying your best to keep your hips still so you could chase it faster than if you started grinding your hips against her tongue.
honestly, it was a lot all at once. not to mention the shock of actually feeling good for longer than a few seconds, and the comfort of it being from someone you trust. really, you couldn’t ask for anything better, even if you came embarrassingly fast.
“yeah?” she couldn’t even suppress the smug smile tugging at her mouth. “do it. give it to me.”
she increased the speed of her tongue flicking over your clit to push you over even more, thrusting her finger at a similar pace and humming to simulate a vibrating sensation. her fingertip would rub over the soft spot inside you every time, making you wonder how it seemed like she knew your body better than you did.
when you came, you threw your head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your back arching toward the ceiling. your legs tensed too, toes curling hard from the intensity of the pleasure. it almost felt like you were peeing from how strong and hard it was, but you tried to shove that thought to the back of your mind.
“that’s it, baby,” she cooed against you, slowing her movements to allow you to come down. “just like that.”
and paige works you through it slowly. surely prolonging it because you’ve never had an orgasm last longer than a few seconds in your life, not even with yourself, but you couldn’t complain.
when she finally eased off you and sat back on her heels with her hands wrapped around your ankles to admire the mess she had made, you almost wanted to laugh at how silly she looked. her hair was sticking up just slightly on top of her head, making her bun look crazy, but the look in her eyes was distracting. there was a twinkle, one that read how happy and content she was to be between your legs like that. it was adorable, honestly, but it was also hot when you noticed her red, slick lips.
but when you shifted your legs, you couldn’t help but feel that she had left a puddle of your orgasm in between your legs instead of licking it up.
“leave it,” she said mischievously.
you pinched your brows together in confusion at that, face contorting into a fitting expression. “why–”
“still gotta fuck you, don’t i?” she cut you off with a playful chuckle.
you felt your breath catch in your throat at her words.
she leaned forward again. only this time, it was to press her lips against yours instead of to your pussy. it was just a small peck, and she pulled away to smile down at you.
“you thought you were just getting one?” she whispered, reaching behind her head to pull her t-shirt off her body by the neckline and throw it on the floor next to the bed. “pretty girl like you deserves to be taken care of.”
she didn’t give you time to reply before she was kissing you again.
her lips moved effortlessly with yours like she had kissed you a hundred times, leading you with a slow rhythm that had every joint in your body feeling like jello. you felt one of her hands wrap around your throat, but not squeezing, and you knew that there was new arousal mixing with the orgasm between your legs.
“you said you needed dick, and imma give it to you so good that you’ll never need nobody else,” she gave you one last bruising kiss before pulling away.
she stretched her body over you, toned abs suddenly very in your face. it wasn’t on purpose though, she was just reaching in her bedside drawer to find the toy that had started this entire thing. when she grabbed it, she sat back on her heels with it in her hands to reveal all six inches of its flesh-colored glory. her eyebrows raised in a silent plea for permission to use it.
“please, paige,” you said with wavering confidence–a weak attempt at displaying the same smoothness she was able to speak without even trying. you could feel your hands tremble from anxiety now that it was becoming real.
of course, she didn’t need much more convincing to continue. you had to bite back a gasp when she curled her thumbs in the waistband of her pants to pull them and her boxers off in one go, leaving her in just her nike sports bra. you don’t know why you were shocked by her taking her clothes off, honestly.
it was even more shocking when she dipped her hand in between her legs, but it wasn’t to touch herself. she swiped two fingers through her arousal, seemingly just trying to see how wet she was from this, by the way she began to buckle the harness without a second thought. she leant forward on one of her hands again to hover over you by placing it next to your head, and used the other to hold the dildo out of the way.
her eyes quickly glanced between yours, “we can stop, y’know?”
you couldn’t resist playfully rolling your eyes and set your legs on her hips, “i know.”
“okay,” she nodded, “i just wanna make sure you’re not doin’ nothin’ you don’t want to. like, i don’t want you to feel like you have to for me.”
you placed a hand on her cheek as a comforting gesture, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone once. then, you smiled softly at her–loving even–to make her feel better. she visibly relaxed, her shoulders falling from their tense position. you used both hands to smooth over the hair on her head, too, to make sure it wasn’t sticking up anymore.
“it was my idea,” you argued playfully.
“i know, but you ain’t ever been fucked like this so i gotta make sure you’re still w’ me–”
“paige,” you interrupted her with a groan in a mix of embarrassment and impatience. you covered your eyes with one hand too as you felt your cheeks heat up.
“alright, alright,” she chuckled, pulling your hand off your face. after gently lacing your fingers together, she pressed your hand against the bed next to your head. “i’ll chill. just wanna make sure you won’t regret it.”
“i won’t. i trust you,” the reassurance in your voice seemed to enough for her, because you felt the tip of the toy brush against your entrance.
even though you were trying to act calm for paige’s sake, it was undeniable that you were suddenly experiencing a wave of anxiety come over you despite just having an orgasm on her tongue. your breathing was shallow and quick, but you closed your mouth to try to hide it. and your heart was racing. not just slightly, but you felt dizzy and light, but you wouldn’t dare ruin the moment for either of you.
how embarrassing would that be to have a medical emergency right now? oh god, you couldn’t imagine how you would ever live that down. you’d never be able to show your face in front of her ever again.
“don’t worry, baby. don’t have to do nothin’ but lay there and look pretty.”
she shifted her weight from her empty hand against the pillow to the one holding yours, sliding her now free hand down your body. you expected her to use it to grab the toy, and she did, but only for a moment to line it up. instead, she pressed the heel of her palm against your lower stomach, gentle enough that it didn’t hurt but merely added pressure.
“this okay?” she asked, her eyes searching yours.
you simply nodded in reply and took your bottom lip in between her teeth as you watched her face at the feeling of the silicone nudging against you. after she nodded back in confirmation, her eyes didn’t stay on yours long. they shifted down to where her toy was pressing against your pussy like it was begging for permission to enter. because she was–silently.
her hips rocked forward just slightly, letting the tip dip in about half an inch. she tried lion up at you and keep her eyes there, she really did, but they couldn’t help but drift down to where you were swallowing her. when she didn’t hear any protests, she let herself sink in deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
it was a strange, but good, feeling. you were so wet, so fucking turned on, that it doesn’t even burn in the slightest to have her slide into you. usually, you would be wincing at the feeling, but this time, you just can’t help the moan that tries to slip past your closed lips. especially because her hand was pressing down on your abdomen, making sure you feel everything.
she pushed out a sound that’s a mix of a whimper, a moan, and a harsh exhale all in one when she was halfway, dropping down to press her forehead against yours. you tried to catch her eye contact, but you quickly saw that her eyes were screwed shut in both pleasure and frustrated as she tried to breathe normally.
her clit was pulsing uncomfortably, swollen with need at not just the sight of you finally under her like she had been dreaming of for so long, but from making you come, and she tried to ignore it. this was about you. and anyways, when she started moving, the harness would grind against her and give her the relief she desperately needed.
she pushed out another breath, one that was a borderline sob, “fuck.”
you dug your fingers of your freehand into her shoulders, leaving crescent indents that you hoped didn’t draw blood. maybe she would, though, if she even noticed the feeling (she didn’t).
“oh, paige,” you shut your eyes and moaned as she plunged all the way inside, pressing your skin against the harness to make sure she was as deep as possible. and you felt it, you really did. you were so fucking full that your brain felt like mush.
she let out another sound that sounded like a sob, which almost had you convinced she was crying. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought she could really feel it–that she wasn’t fucking you with a silicone toy instead of the real thing. not like it mattered, though. there was a difference, but not enough of one to matter. not when she was focusing on your pleasure at the expense of her own.
“don’t stop,” you cried, hopelessly clenching around the thick dildo threatening to brush against your cervix.
of course, paige, desperate to please you, found some strength within herself to pull her hips back until the only thing left inside you was the tip. she slowly rolled her hips back in, adopting a slow, but deep rhythm to make sure you felt all of her. the hand on your abdomen was certainly helping with that, too.
her head lolled to the side so her forehead was pressing against your temple, and you felt her beading sweat swipe against her skin at the motion. the gasps coming from her mouth were fanning over your cheek, making heat pool in your stomach.
“fuck, you like that?” she grunted, or maybe whined–you couldn’t tell. you barely nodded your head in reply before she was answering herself anyway, “i know you fuckin’ do. can hear how much this pussy loves me.”
and she wasn’t wrong. the wet noises as she slid back inside you were evident, and you weren’t sure you had ever had sex this loud, to be honest, in every possible way. as long as it was paige, though, you were sure that you could get used to this–but you couldn’t think of anything else in this moment. your mind was ringing paige, paige, paige like it was lyrics to a catchy song.
“faster, please,” you whimpered, your hand tightening on hers like you were trying to squeeze the life out of it.
“whatever you want, mama,” she breathed.
of course, she paused to stabilize herself, then picked up her speed just like you asked. she ignored the way her thighs were burning, pushing through the way they were trembling just to hear the quiet moans slipping past your lips without mercy.
the pace allowed the harness to rub against her clit deliciously, damn near making her hips stutter from pleasure, but she tried to keep her composure. that is, until you opened your mouth to speak again.
“shit, i’m yours,” you weren’t one to talk much during sex, so you weren’t really sure where it came from. but you thought briefly about testing the waters since she clearly liked it, then couldn’t stop the words from falling out of your mouth.
similarly, she couldn’t stop the way her rhythm noticeably stuttered, and the loud moan that tumbled past her lips without permission. “oh fuck,” she whimpered. “oh fuck, oh fuck.”
her mouth latched onto the skin of your neck, biting down just below your ear on the sensitive spot that had your hips bucking up into her rhythm. it was surely leaving a bruise that both of you would regret later, but you neither of you could bring yourselves to care. the hand she had on your stomach had drifted down so her thumb could slowly circle your clit bring you closer to the edge–mostly because she didn’t know how long she could last.
she was hopelessly clenching around nothing, her orgasm building in her stomach faster than she was intending to. she could only hope that she could hold it off, because she wasn’t ready to stop fucking you yet. not that she necessarily had to, but she couldn’t imagine that it wouldn’t be hard enough to wipe her out for a few minutes before she could regain her stamina.
“don’t say that shit to me unless you want me to come,” she managed to choke out, then lifted her head enough to press her lips against yours. though, it was uncoordinated, and sloppy, and mostly just panting in each other’s mouths.
she tightened her fingers on yours at the feeling of your saliva coating her lips, having the sudden urge to ask you to spit in her mouth from the feeling because she was undeniably yours–a complete and utter fool for you. but she wasn’t sure how you would feel about that, and she wasn’t ready to scare you off the first time you had sex.
maybe next time, she thought to herself. if there even is a next time.
paige tried to push down the nagging feeling that there very well may not be a next time because she may have just ruined one of her longest friendships just to have an orgasm, but she reminds herself that it was already ruined anyway. it was ruined junior year of college in that goddamn hotel room after her acl surgery. after she had woken up from her drug-induced slumber and saw you lying next to her with a soft smile that didn’t make her feel broken. instead, it comforted her–gave her a sense of normalcy even when the waves were feeling too rough to continue.
and she knows that coming back from this would be terrible, because she’s already accepted that you didn't want her because you weren’t attracted to girls. so what was she supposed to tell herself now? how could she live with the possibility that you just didn’t like her?
paige physically shook her head to rid the thoughts from her brain. they were much too intrusive in this moment. they were keeping her from enjoying you being naked underneath her, and she needed to be present for that.
though, you being you, she should’ve known better thank to think you’d let it go unnoticed. “what?”
“nothin’,” she shook her head again, this time almost imperceptibly, “just–look so beautiful taking all me like this. you fuckin’ belong on my dick.”
you allowed your fingers to curl into the hair at the nape of her neck, just below her bun, and pulled. it was hard enough that you pulled her neck back a little, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feeling.
the movement of her hips increased their speed as she subconsciously chased her own release, making your back arch up into her body from your own pleasure. your jaw fell slack against her mouth, so you couldn’t even pretend to want to kiss her back. not that she was even trying anything either, she was just letting her lips brush against yours every so often.
suddenly, paige’s hand ripped away from yours and the other stopped its movements on her clit. she leant back slightly, her pace slowing just a little as her position changed. you almost wanted to ask her what she was doing, until she grabbed each of legs to throw them over her shoulders one by one.
“oh, fuck, paige,” you moaned in anticipation for the feeling that was about to come. the sound was more high pitched than your previous moans, but you didn’t care to dwell on it. she did, though, because the sound of her name leaving your lips like that was music to her ears.
she placed her hands on the sheets next to your head, dropping her body weight onto them so she could resume the faster pace. it caused a slight stretch in your hamstrings, but gave her a new, deeper angle to drill into you at. the skin on your legs was damp against her shoulders, and she couldn’t lie that she felt a rush a wetness when she felt your calves tense around her neck from the pleasure. the new position also brought the tremble in your hips to light, making your entire leg shake for a moment, but you quickly covered it by tensing the muscle.
“right there,” you gasped. she was so fucking deep inside you, hitting an angle that made you damn near see stars, you swear. your hands instinctively shot out to grab her wrists next to your head, digging your nails into the skin like it was something keeping you on the ground in this moment.
“yeah? feel good, don’t it?” she asked, a cocky smirk threatening to rise to her lips. her eyes were fixed on your pussy, watching the way the silicone was swallowed whole between your legs–watching the way it was shining with your slick.
her own pussy was drenched between her legs and making a mess of her thighs, but she tried to ignore the way it was begging to be touched–begging for your fingers or your mouth, or maybe to grind against your pussy or even your leg. god, she fucking hoped this wouldn’t be the only time she got to have you spread open for her like this. there were so many things she could do to make you come, and she wanted to try every single one.
hell, she wanted to know what it was like to be fucked by you. for you to buckle the harness around your hips and drill into her until she was fucked so dumb she could hardly remember her name, let alone anything else but whatever you would whisper in her ear as she was being filled by you. maybe she was getting ahead of herself with those thoughts, but fuck, she’s had so many dreams about it. so, so many dreams about you on top of her and making her do whatever you wanted.
“yes, yes, yes,” you practically chanted in time with every thrust, though your words eventually just turned into little whimpers that had paige’s mouth watering. oh fuck, the way you were becoming more vocal with the new position had her weak. and she’s glad it gave her bout of confidence, because otherwise she would’ve came already.
well, she’s trying really hard not to, at least. her abdomen is clenched hard, showing off her abs with the accidental flex as she tries to keep it away.
“mhm,” she hummed absentmindedly, or maybe it was mix between a hum and a moan–she couldn’t really tell. her mind was focused on more important things. “i know, baby.”
you could feel the familiar heat pooling in your lower abdomen, the muscles twitching so much that you had no choice but to arch up into her. though, the movement was more of you arching into your own legs thrown over her body, but the idea was still there.
“i’m so close, paige, shit,” you choked out. you flexed your legs around her shoulders successfully locking your ankles behind her head to cage her neck in. your abdomen was flexing and unflexing too, torn between staying tense for the oncoming orgasm or grinding it out. it caused your hips to grind just slightly in an attempt to match her rhythm since you couldn’t plant your feet and lift them up to chase it, but you didn’t mind. this almost felt better than that–easier, like it was right there instead of so far away.
“keep sayin’ my name,” paige whined. she fixed her eyes on your face to watch your expressions, to watch the pleasure she was giving you manifest itself on your beautiful features. “tell me who this pussy belongs to. who got you feelin’ like this?”
“fuck. you, paige,” you moaned. “it’s yours. no one could ever fuck me as good as you.”
her jaw went slack in both surprise and pleasure from the words tumbling from your mouth, and maybe you were a little shocked too. but you couldn’t think, could barely register that you were even speaking in this moment. your words felt distant in your ears. not because you didn’t mean them, but because your brain was so melted from the intense pleasure that it didn’t feel real anymore.
you gasped when you felt her thumb circling your clit again in small circles at a faster pace than before.
“yeah, that’s right,” she mumbled in concentration, because her own abdomen was tensing with a sudden, intense orgasm.
maybe she should’ve been paying more attention to the signs so this didn’t happen, but all she could focus on was your face, and the way your pussy was dripping, so she threw herself on the back burner to prioritize what was more important. and she should’ve listened to what she had said to you earlier too–that possessive words would make her come.
a loud sob ripped from the back of her throat as she flooded her inner thighs with slick, causing her hips to thrust wildly into you to ride out the feeling. her eyes were screwed shut so tightly that the darkness was becoming light again, but she honestly didn’t even realize they had closed until they were opening just slightly when her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
the sight of her coming on top of you was enough to send you over the edge too. you felt yourself gush onto her toy, clenching around it so hard that she physically felt the resistance from how tight you became. it made her hips stutter just once, and she slowed her pace slightly to help work you through it without overstimulating you.
your legs tensed so hard that your ankles untangled and heels were digging into her shoulder blades. the pressure subconsciously pulled her closer to you, but she managed to lock her elbows so she could stay up. your toes were curled hard enough that you almost felt a cramp brewing in your left foot, abdomen tight enough to show your own abs, and hands locked tight enough around her wrist that there would surely be red rings around them when you released. your jaw was clenched too, rather than slack, teeth pressing together so hard that your molars were aching.
it was the most intense feeling your body had ever felt, and it damn near didn’t even know what to do with it.
“fuck,” she cried finally, though there were no tears slipping onto her cheeks. her thumb paused its movements to let you come down, eyes blinking open to watch your body relax under her. her hips snapped forward accidentally, hard enough to make your body move, but she didn’t apologize for it.
her thigh muscles and hip flexors were burning and shaking from the exertion, but she didn’t stop her slow thrusts to help you work through your orgasm. and again, just like before, she was definitely prolonging it with her movements, but you could hardly complain.
your body was twitching beneath her, abdomen clenching every few seconds and making her hips turn up. your head felt light and airy, and your lips seemed to find it hard to find words. though, you parted them in a weak attempt to catch your breath as you tried to draw them deep from your diaphragm.
“okay?” she weakly asked through her own hard breaths. her chest was visibly heaving harder than she had ever experienced in her life. not during a 40-minute straight game, not after running suicides, not even after sprinting a 400 on a track.
you simply nodded, not fully trusting your brain to make coherent sentences. your hands released their grip on her wrists to let your arms fall onto your head, forearms covering the light from your eyes. luckily, she accepted it as an answer as she nodded back, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. she swiped her tongue over her top lip to lick some off her top lip, too.
paige slowly moved your legs off her shoulders. she tried her hardest to resist the smirk threatening to tug at the corners of her mouth when they immediately started helplessly shaking from your ankle all the way up to your hip, setting them down gently on the bed next to her so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
but you couldn’t even pretend to care about it. you were still catching your breath, eyes shut underneath your forearms as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you just fucked your best friend and it was the best sex you had ever had in your entire life. and not only that, because you would definitely do it again. in fact, she was right. you don’t know if you’d ever be able to touch someone else because your mind would always wander back here.
not just to the way paige, your best friend, expertly touched you like she knew your body better than you you did, or the way she pounded into you like she didn’t care about anything other than making you come. or the way she ate your pussy like she was starving and it was favorite meal. your mind would travel back to the way she spoke to you like she was yours, like she needed you to know how much she needed you–how everything she did revolved around your pleasure.
and she was so fucking dedicated to it that you weren’t sure if she was speaking from the heat of the moment or if her words went deeper than that. if her words were coming from a place of hidden truths rather than pleasure so blinding, she would say whatever came to mind.
you winced at the sudden emptiness of her sliding the toy out of you slowly, but your legs stayed limp against the sheets. she unbuckled the harness carefully through her trembling fingers, leaning over the side of the bed to carefully set the soaked toy on the floor. she made sure that it was propped so it didn’t touch anything other than the carpet for easy cleanup, but she would worry about that later.
when she sat up again, she gently laid a palm on your ribs and the other on your outer thigh. her chest wasn’t heaving anymore, but she was still breathing too quickly to be considered normal. and her heart was pounding in her chest too, though she couldn’t tell if it was her lingering tiredness from the exertion or from nervousness.
you didn’t open your eyes at the contact despite the way it had your skin buzzing, still trying to catch your own breath and normalize your own heartbeat after that, but you could feel her gaze burning into you.
“still with me?” she asked softly. her tone was quiet and careful, trying to gauge how to proceed from here.
“yeah,” you breathed with a nod.
after a few moments of listening to each other breathe, you cracked an eye open to see what she was doing. all you were met with was her eyes fixed on your face, lips parted to allow more air in. her eyes were glassy and had a new sparkle that you couldn’t quite put a name to, lips red and covered in salvia from her tongue swiping over them, cheeks flushed pink in the most adorable way, and hair messy in her bun that was still barely hanging on. the corners of her mouth curved slightly into a smile, but her expression was mostly unreadable. it made your heart rate kick back up in a way that was from anxiety.
this is the part where they would ask you to leave, or make an excuse about being busy as a way to subtly ask you to leave, or get up, or something. your skin crawled uncomfortably, and the feeling that it was about to happen right now too was uncomfortably crawling up on your spine. or maybe that was sweat dripping down–either way, you knew you’d rather beat her to it than face the embarrassment.
“i should probably think about heading,” you said quietly, trying to beat her to the punch, shoulders tensing as you braced for impact. the impact of her agreeing, you mean, of the reality that you had just had a one night stand with the person you care about the most. and even though she could make you feel good in ways that you didn’t think was possible, that she was still like the rest of them at the end of the day.
“what?” paige’s tone was dripping in disbelief, and sadness, maybe offense? she tilted her head to the side slightly like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing–like the role was reversed and you had just become the very thing that you were afraid of her being. there was a slight smile on her lips, but it was anything but amused.
your eyes widened in embarrassment, and you lifted your arms so they were resting on your forehead instead so she could see that, “sorry, i just–i figured you’d–” you sighed to buy yourself time to collect your thoughts to actually utter a coherent sentence, “i dunno. i assumed you’d want me to leave.”
she chuckled, this time from gentle amusement, the kind that was fond rather and didn’t make you think she was laughing at you, then gently stroked your ribs with her thumb. “why would i want that?”
instead of replying verbally, you just shrugged. the intense humiliation was burning hot in your chest and cheeks, and you felt stupid for even suggesting something like that now. but you’d never had anyone pay this much attention to you when your clothes off, and truly care how you felt.
okay, well, maybe a few have tried their best, but it was never like this. never fully putting themselves to the side to make sure you were taken care of first–physically and emotionally.
“i don’t know,” you mumbled.
paige sighed, then finally moved so she was laying on top of you. her cheek pressed into your collarbone, one hand on your collarbone on the other side with her thumb gently resting on the skin of your neck, her leg bent so her thigh was gently resting over your hip, and the other leg pressed against your outer thigh so she wasn’t touching your center while you were sensitive.
her breathing had evened out, and you just hoped she couldn’t feel the way your heart was still racing beneath your skin. if she did, she didn’t bring attention to it, and you were grateful for that. she tensed her body like she was pulling you closer, then fully relaxed so you could feel her entire weight–almost like a weighted blanket.
“i wouldn’t do that to you,” she whispered out of reassurance. then, she took a breath of courage to gather up the strength for her own confessions, “i thought you wanted to leave.”
your breath caught in your throat slightly at the vulnerable tone. “i wouldn’t do that to you,” you echoed quickly. the words left your mouth at a speed that showed you meant it, and weren’t just saying to make her feel better.
you couldn’t ignore the way her body was trembling against your skin, showing just how much of a toll you’d really taken on her. you figured it was from how much effort she put in though, from how she basically did all the work–not even considering that it was from her unusually intense orgasm, and that it was so intense because she was fucking you.
because that was the truth. it wasn’t from the speed of her hips, or how long she held that speed for, or how long she was holding herself up. the intensity stemmed from how her body–her mind–reacted to you. she could’ve forced herself to go for hours without a break if that’s what you needed.
you timidly lifted an arm to drop around her back, fingertips dragging lightly over her skin. she hoped you couldn’t hear how her breath hitched–couldn’t feel how her heart rate increased at the action. of course you did, and the sudden shift of anxious energy filling the air made it obvious, but you chose not to acknowledge it. instead, you ran your fingers up and down her spine lightly, trying to calm her nervous system that was definitely sent into overdrive.
her body physically relaxed at the contact, which only made her feel heavier against you, but you weren’t going to complain. you could support her weight, you knew that, and if you couldn’t, you would pretend you could for her sake. this was your attempt at forgoing any possible miscommunication that could mess this moment up–like it almost already did.
“thank you,” you said quietly. you meant it genuinely, but damn, you could’ve slapped yourself after it left your mouth. not because you didn’t want to say it, but because it felt stupid coming from your mouth. thank you for fucking me and giving me an orgasm after i literally asked you to because the men here suck and can’t do it for me, you’re such a good friend! god, what is wrong with you?
still, she laughed lightly and nuzzled her nose into the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, placing a light kiss there. you thought maybe she would say something else, but she didn’t. she let her physical reply speak for itself instead, but you, surprisingly, didn’t feel any ounce of insecurity about it.
even though she seemed collected outwardly, her mind was running a thousand miles per minute. there were so many thoughts swirling in her head that she couldn’t pick just one to stress on–just one to freak out about. because this was you, her best friend since freshman year of high school when you joined the basketball team as an off-season sport.
the same you that she knew she was in deep with, that she couldn’t deny the flutter that erupted in her chest every time you smiled, or laughed, or talked, or breathed.
