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20 | MDNI | 🇨🇳 she/her

[moshuka]

HAPPY KINKTOBER EVERYONE

[iluvbuckets]

make you feel it

AKA THE NASTY FIC!

paige bueckers x fem!reader 

summary: while on tiktok live with some of the team, you decide to stick your hand down paige's pants. you figured she would just slap your hand away, but you weren't going to complain that she didn't.

warnings: multiple rounds bc yall are freaks ok, sub!paige and some vers!paige (maybe even switch!paige!? omg), friends w benefits, kind of public sex? idk what it's called, edging/orgasm denial (i lost count but like 4+ times), crying/dacryphilia, fingering (like a lot), oral, strap, possessiveness, little dry humping, lil scissoring, some power play, paige is a brat, she’s mad at u for a while (sad face) but it’s ok u make it up to her, you’re the nonchalant final boss (until you’re fucking her) and it pisses her tf off, a lil spit, lots of begging, teasing, service kink, a little degradation, face slapping like once, let me know if i missed anything

word count: 10.3k

notes: no freak allegations please

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : feel it by jacquees (ft lloyd & rich homie quan)

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ ❝ i'ma hit it like the pedal want you to make it last forever ❞

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paige could barely keep a straight face. her hoodie was too tight around her neck, the room was too hot, the voices of her teammates were way too loud. she was slowly losing her mind and she didn’t know if she could keep herself from spiraling, not with your fingers slowly fucking into her.

kk was live-streaming on tiktok with jana, ice, and aubrey, and the camera was angled so that everyone was in frame–aubrey and ice on one couch, kk and jana on the floor building legos at the coffee table, and you and paige on the other couch. you had a blanket draped over both of your laps that was hiding the sinful act, and you were carefully watching the phone screen to make sure no one could see your hand moving beneath it. to anyone watching, it just looked like you had a hand on her thigh.

but it wasn’t. you had slipped your fingers under the sides of her shorts and underwear, and paige would be lying if she said she wanted you to stop. at first, when you were just slowly circling a finger over her clit, she held herself together really well–not giving even a subtle hint to what you were doing. it was when they traveled lower and pushed inside her that she found herself unable to get a grasp on her own sanity. 

one of her hands was raised to her lips to bite her thumbnail as a distraction–either for herself or for the camera, so the audience wouldn’t catch on, but you couldn’t tell–and her other hand was resting on her leg, curled into a loose fist. her eyes were fixed jana’s hands skillfully building her new lego set, but her vision wasn’t focused, and she couldn’t even really register that’s what she was looking at.

you curled your fingers agonizingly slow. her eyes fell shut and a sharp breath blew from her nose, but she recovered quickly enough that you didn’t think it was too obvious. you clenched your own thighs together, feeling extremely turned on by how fucking wet she was from this. 

it almost made you want to drag her back to her bedroom right there and fuck her while everyone could hear. almost.

you adjusted your hand so your palm was gently rubbing her clit with every thrust of your fingers, and you sped up the pace–wanting to see her reaction. and it worked, she wasn’t chewing her nail anymore. instead, both of her hands were curled into tight fists, so tight that her nails were leaving crescent-shaped indents on her palms, but she didn’t even care.

her hips subtly twitched into your hand, just enough that you felt the pushback, but not enough to be noticed as something suspicious. still, you paused your movements because you knew she was right there–about to come in front of kk’s tiktok live. she clenched around your fingers like she was silently telling you to keep going, but you stubbornly kept them still. 

she gave you as subtle of a side eye as she could muster, clenching her pussy and shifting her hips again in a weak attempt to manually use your fingers to fuck herself. you just pulled them out a little bit, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it without exposing what exactly was going on. 

you smirked, but slowly scissored your fingers inside her nonetheless to let her think she was getting what she wanted. 

her hips stilled when they were pressed forward, the heel of your palm putting pressure on her clit. it was probably an attempt to chase her orgasm as subtly as she could physically muster. both so that you would finish the job and no one would notice while you did so. her eyelids were beginning to droop like they were too heavy to hold open any longer, so you paused your movements again.

this time, her head snapped toward you as her hips fell down in their natural position. her expression read a dangerous combination of anger, annoyance, and arousal–eyes shooting daggers so sharp, they probably would’ve sliced cleanly through you without any resistance. you turned your head to look at her, too, shooting her a warning look to remind her where you were. 

she stared for a few seconds, but clenched her jaw and turned her head back to look forward again. it took everything in you not to smile in amusement, but you managed to keep it bit back.

“are y’all good?” kk asked, turning toward the two of you and raising an eyebrow. “they saying paige looks mad.”

a smile raised to paige’s lips that held an undertone of sarcasm, just enough that only you could tell. “i’m fine.”

“are you?” you teased. you knew what you were doing, you both knew that, especially when you released the pressure from the heel of your palm. 

“yes,” paige practically hissed. 

even though it was dripping in venom–obviously directed at you–it was good enough for kk to turn back around and continue with what she was doing. well, you weren’t exactly sure if she was convinced or if she just didn’t feel like pressing the issue, but either way, you were grateful. 

“you want me to stop?” you muttered under your breath as quietly as you could, but still loud enough for her to hear. 

instead of replying, she turned to look at you again with the same icy glare, but shook her head briefly before turning back. 

at the very least, it was a sign that she wasn’t genuinely mad at you, but this was uncharted territory for both of you. your relationship wasn’t entirely sexual–you were teammates above all, and friends along with that–but it had blossomed into something that made you wonder if it was approaching that line. 

at first, during freshman year, you were strictly friends and teammates. sure, you did think she was attractive, but who didn’t? she practically had the entire world in love with her from the moment she set foot on campus–the freshly recruited number one player in her class who was ready to live up to (and maybe even rise above) the greats who had graduated before her. maybe you had a little crush, but nothing more than fascination for someone so amazing.

but then sophomore year came along. you had decided to live together that year, which definitely didn’t help the growing tension between the two of you. she would gulp when she noticed you walking through the short hallway in just a towel after a shower. you would stare too long when she was rummaging through the cupboards for snacks in nothing but a sports bra and pajama pants. 

and then she fractured her tibia in december. 

it started soon after that. you don’t even remember how, but you know you found yourself lying on your stomach on her bed, licking her open to try to make her feel better and relieve some stress from her injury that had been weighing on her mentally. and then she did the same for you a couple of weeks later, during finals week. 

it didn’t happen again until march madness, after the big east championship game. she had been particularly upset that she wasn’t contributing like she had dreamed of for so many years, but you had just the solution to make her feel better. and again, she returned the favor after you lost the national championship. 

and that pattern was fairly steady. it only ever happened when one of you was stressed, and it would be a quick orgasm with mouths or fingers to blow off some steam–nothing more, and you didn’t talk about it. 

so you didn’t know what came over you when you slid your hand into her shorts in front of everyone. it had been a while since either of you had gotten off, as far as you knew anyway (she could’ve been hooking up with other people, but you didn’t dwell on it). but this was undoubtedly the freakiest thing you had ever done together.

you shifted your thumb to circle her clit, applying slight pressure just to see if she would react. she did her best not to, but you didn’t miss the shaky breath that left her nose. after a few moments, you began pumping your fingers inside her again. 

you kept your eyes trained on the phone too, focusing as hard as possible to read the chat to see if anyone was catching on. too bad the phone was much too far away for you to read.

honestly, you didn’t have a plan for this. you didn’t really think you would get this far. you figured that she would slap your hand away when it even just brushed her thigh, so this is much further than you anticipated. not that you could complain, anyway, because there was something about this moment. something about paige, the known loud mouth who never stopped talking, having to control herself and be quiet for once. it was exhilarating to be the one in control of her like that, and this was certainly a new development for you because you had never done anything that wouldn’t be categorized as plain vanilla. 

maybe you weren’t paying attention, or maybe she was good enough at hiding this time that you didn’t notice, but you suddenly felt her walls clench hard around your fingers. your focus immediately shifted to her in the phone screen–watching as she pinched her eyes shut and stiffened like a statue as she came undone. 

she was obviously trying to keep herself from twitching through her orgasm, especially because the pace of your fingers and thumb didn’t falter. her thighs were squeezing together so tightly that you almost wanted to pull your hand away in fear of losing feeling, but you persisted through it anyway. 

and maybe you would’ve slowed down to work her through it if making her come was intentional, but it wasn’t. you figured she could handle a little longer, that she wouldn’t break so soon, but you didn’t have much experience to go off of. 

against her better judgement, she wrapped her fingers tightly around your bicep in an attempt to ground herself. though, you weren’t sure how well it was working by the way her jaw was clenched so tight, you were surprised she wasn’t breaking teeth. but she dropped her head to rest her forehead on your shoulder to seem less suspicious.

“are you sure you’re okay?” ice eyed paige skeptically.

“just tired,” paige nodded in response.

the chat was moving at an insanely fast speed at the new position you were sitting in, full of new budding theories about whether or not you two were truly friendly or if it was something more. not that you could read them from the distance, nor could you concentrate on anything except the girl being overstimulated by your fingers. 

paige was torn between begging you to stop and begging you to keep going, because your fingers felt so fucking good working inside of her that she wasn’t even sure what to do. as confused as she was by your sudden desire, she couldn’t deny that it was hot. she wanted to rip you away from the couch and livestream and fuck you until you tapped out. 

it was taking everything in her not to grind her achingly wet pussy against your fingers, to indulge in the greed of chasing her second orgasm because the first one just didn’t feel like enough. she needed to feel it again. in the moment, she didn’t care who the fuck saw–who knew that she was being fucked by the best small forward in the country, by her teammate that was supposed to be nothing more–but she knew she would be in a world of trouble once her brain felt less foggy from arousal.

tears brimmed in her eyes when she felt the familiar clench in her stomach. it was the signal that she was about to come again, and she was desperately trying to hold herself together. 

but you pulled your fingers out. 

not just slightly like earlier, but fully, letting your slick fingers rest against the exposed skin of her thigh as she hopelessly clenched around nothing. her fingers dug into your arm so tight that you clenched your teeth to keep yourself from wincing from the pain, and tried to subtly tug on it like maybe you weren’t aware of what you had done.

her clit was pulsing uncomfortably from both the overstimulation and the need to come again, but she didn’t dare clench her thighs or even try to cross them. she knew that you wouldn’t allow her to chase the relief, not when this was the third time that you had withdrawn it. and she wanted it so bad.

but the feeling of her own arousal coating your fingers was making her crazy, and you were rubbing circles into her leg like you didn’t even notice. you were doing a damn good job at acting like it in front of the camera too. you had struck up a conversation with aubrey, talking about god know’s what, making sure your fingers kept a firm hold on paige’s thigh. 

paige picked her head up off your shoulder, her jaw clenched with annoyance as she glared at you while you spoke–making it seem like she was just tuned into the conversation. she nonchalantly dropped her hand down from your bicep and under the blanket to rest on top of yours, trying to resist the urge to moan when she felt the wetness. 

her fingers wrapped around yours gently as she slowly pulled your hand up her leg until it was resting at the hem of her shorts while casting her gaze forward. you expected her to shove it in her shorts again, but she left it there to throw the ball in your court and lifted her hand back above the blanket. you gave her thigh a little squeeze to acknowledge that you understood, but made no move to slide your fingers back into her. 

of course, she grew more and more impatient with each empty second. she was practically squirming under your touch like she was struggling to stay still.

you let your hands drift back to where she wanted you most, lightly ghosting your fingertips over clit through the fabric of her shorts. maybe she would’ve complained any other time, but she was so fucking desperate for a release, she was just going to take what she could get at this point. she was sensitive enough that your touch was giving her enough friction to bring her close to an orgasm again, though she wasn’t sure if she could finish like that.

and you knew that. you knew the touch was tortuously light, torturously slow–just enough to have her hips shifting but not enough to have her spilling over. she tried to press her hips into it, but you didn’t let her. you kept your fingers moving with her hips to keep the touch as light as possible. 

paige was pissed. you could tell, the chat could tell, your teammates in the room could tell. her face was contorted in obvious anger and she hadn’t released her cleaned jaw in who knows how long, her brows pinched together. 

“paige,” you said gently to grab her attention. 

she whipped her head in your direction. “what?” she snapped with a deadly tone.

it caught the attention of your teammates. their heads whipped toward the two of you almost as fast as hers had toward you to try to make sure everything was okay. the chat was running crazy about how you two were obviously beefing or something, but you decided that would be an issue to address later.

with the new attention placed on the two of you, you decided to slide your fingers back down to rest on her thigh to keep anyone from suspecting anything. you expected her to understand, but she practically she threw the blanket off the two of you as she stood up.

she didn’t spare anyone an explanation as she stormed off into her bedroom, but she didn’t slam the door like you expected. you almost felt bad for pissing her off that much, but you knew you could make it up to her later.

✧༺♥༻∞

you hadn’t expected the livestream to last so long after paige left, honestly–almost two hours. and you had every intention of following her back to her room to make sure she was okay, but you found yourself testing the limit a little bit. you wanted to know how far you could push her until she broke whether it was from anger, arousal, or both. 

the last thing you expected was for her to be quiet for those two hours. you figured that she would come back out after a few minutes or that you would get a text or something, but no. she was playing the same game you were, evidently. 

you didn’t bother to knock on the door when you approached it after everyone had left once the live was over, you just slowly turned the knob and pushed it open. 

“nah,” she laughed bitterly from where she was standing by her desk. 

you softly closed the door behind you and stepped to the side to lean your weight back against her dresser, letting your eyes roam over her shamelessly. she turned to look at you with her arms crossed, her expression looking more annoyed than angry. 

“come on, paige. you’re not still mad at me, are you?” you asked innocently, letting a smile rise to your lips.

she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “what do you think?” 

“did you touch yourself?” you asked suddenly.

her expression contorted into surprise and her body physically flinched a little bit by the way she was taken aback by your words. she stood in the middle of her room like a stunned deer in the headlights. it looked a little suspicious, but you hoped that she was a good girl and didn’t. 

“what if i did?” she challenged, cocking her eyebrow. she took a small step toward you, keeping her eyes trained on yours. 

“you’re tellin’ me i put in all that work, and i don’t even get to see you come?” you teased. she just stared at you intensely, lips flattening out into a straight line like she was willing you to believe her. “you didn’t.”

paige was a very stubborn person, so you fully expected her to keep up with her act, but she didn’t. she just rolled her eyes again. 

“i hate you.”

you couldn’t lie, you were a little turned on by the way she was continuously trying to shift control back to herself. maybe you were a little wet in your panties because of it, 

“do you?” you chuckled. 

she stepped forward again so that she was a little less than an arm’s length away. the distance made your eyes drop from hers down to her lips, studying how pink and bitten they looked. 

“yes,” she managed to choke out. 

instead of replying, you reached a hand forward to grab her throat and pull her toward you. her lips met yours in a sensual open-mouthed kiss, pouring all of the heat bubbling in your stomach into her mouth. though, she stubbornly tried to pull away after a few moments.

“mm-mm,” you hummed against her mouth with a smirk, “don’t run.”

she whimpered against your mouth helplessly when you didn’t give her time to reply before you were kissing her again, her fingers fumbling to find something to latch onto. they did eventually land on the waistband of your sweatpants as she matched your rhythm like she was your mirror–like she knew your next move.

you hadn’t really kissed her like this before, either. sure, you absolutely would make out before eating her pussy, but never this passionate. never so full of heated desire, so full of greed. 

without a second thought, paige dipped her hand into your sweatpants and underwear. her fingers brushed your clit before making their way to your wet entrance so she could circle them in your slick. 

“why did you do that me?” she asked into your mouth, her voice sounding small and innocent. 

she pressed her fingers down lightly before dragging them through your folds back to your clit to circle it slowly, and she didn’t wait for you to answer before she was pulling back slightly from the kiss. 

your fingers on her throat tightened for a moment, and you only opened your eyes halfway to catch a glance at her. her fingers dipped back down to your entrance to push inside you without a warning, a faint gasp falling from your lips at the feeling of the sudden fullness.

“you were so mean,” she whispered, her fingers curling inside you skillfully. “i just wanted you to touch me. wanted you to make me come, but you left me.”

the tone she had adapted was so whiny, you almost thought she was about to cry, but you knew better. she wanted you to feel bad, to pass this moment to her so she could take the lead. 

you thought about letting her have what she wanted too. the way her fingers were pumping and curling clouded your judgement in ways that had you sure that you would probably agree to anything just to keep feeling it. but you managed to collect yourself. 

“yeah? still mad at me?” you asked breathlessly. your eyes damn near rolled to the back of your head when you felt the pads of her fingers rubbing against the spongy spot inside you, but you managed to keep eye contact with her. “you wanna hit me?”

it was meant to be more of a genuine question than a threat–a question and an invitation–but she looked slightly startled by your words. her fingers didn’t falter, but her breathing noticeably stuttered. 

“i’m asking you to, paige. i want you to show me how mad you are,” you said reassuringly, tightening your hand around her throat just slightly for a moment. 

she swallowed thickly, but nodded nonetheless. her free hand lifted from your waistband and she brought it to your cheek, brushing her fingers over the skin lightly. she hesitated by letting her eyes search yours for a sign to stop, but of course, she didn’t find one. 

when she moved her fingers away, you thought she was going to do it, but instead, she brought them to her lips and coated them with spit. then, she used her fingers to slap your cheek with enough force to turn your head, but not enough to hurt, leaving a puddle of spit behind to mark where she had hit you. 

you bit your lip at the action, suddenly feeling yourself approaching your orgasm. your hips were involuntarily grinding against her hand as your stomach clenched. 

but she pulled her fingers out, just like you had done to her earlier. 

honestly, you weren’t even surprised. but she expected you to be. she expected you to whine and beg and maybe even attempt to chase your orgasm on her leg, but you just smirked and pulled her forward in another kiss. 

“i want to come first,” she mumbled against your lips. her brows were pinched together in frustration, and she kissed you back much faster than she had before, her hands fisting your shirt like it had personally wronged her. “i’ve been so patient a-and i didn’t touch myself, i waited for you. please.”

you sighed into her mouth in satisfaction of her finally giving up her angry act, but made no move to touch her, which made her whimper impatiently.

“are you asking me or telling me?” you asked smugly, using the hand that wasn’t around her throat to gently push her back. you followed, of course, standing up from where you were leaning to lead her back to her bed. 

“um,” she mumbled absentmindedly, trying to buy herself some time to form a coherent thought. she sat on the bed obediently, eyes damn near half closed from arousal. “asking.” 

you crawled into her lap and straddled her thighs, her hands automatically finding your waist. leaning forward with a mischievous smirk, you connected your lips to her neck in open-mouthed kisses. you knew she went crazy for these–that any restraint she would be holding onto would be gone the second she felt the sensation.

“sounded like you were telling,” you murmured against her skin. you cupped her jaw almost lovingly, but she could barely concentrate enough to notice.

“and if i was?” she challenged, somehow finding herself to bring out the brattiness again. it was a bold choice if she wanted to finish, for sure, but you had to admire her stubbornness and commitment. 

you hummed in reply, not willing to spoil how you would handle it, rolling your hips against hers slowly. you pulled back to watch her reaction as you kept a slow rhythm. her breathing stuttered enough to notice, but she attempted to cover it with a thick swallow. she also couldn’t help but push her hips up into yours to match your rhythm, making you bite her skin beneath her ear with a small smile. 

“what happened to being patient?” you whispered teasingly.

she pushed a shaky breath between her parted lips as her fingers tightened on your t-shirt, “you make me feel so good. don’t wanna wait any longer.” 

your hands traveled under her shirt to slip beneath the nike sports bra she had on, cupping her breasts in your hands. without removing her shirt, you dipped your head down to wrap your lips around one of her nipples, swirling your tongue around it to feel it harden from the touch. 

the moan that slipped past her lips was obscene and loud, and you almost paused to wonder if her roommates were here to hear that. not that they hadn’t heard it before because you knew they did, even if they hadn’t outwardly said anything to either of you–paige wasn’t exactly the quietest when your tongue was on her clit. her sensitiveness to your touch and inability to keep the entire neighborhood from knowing always had you soaking wet in your panties.

still, you moved your head to swirl your tongue around her other nipple as well. when you were satisfied, you shifted just slightly to leave a hickey on the skin of her breast, and somehow managed to multitask by shoving her shirt off as you did so. you crawled out of her lap to kiss down her body until you got to the waistband of her shorts. 

paige tried to pretend she wasn’t disappointed by the loss of your warmth in her lap, but she used the opportunity to rip her bra off as fast as she could. admittedly, you almost got distracted by her bare boobs (like a hopeless girl kisser, but you digress), but you kept your focus.

“that desperate for me, baby?” you asked sweetly, letting your hands trail down to hook your fingers in her waistband.

“yes,” she admitted shamelessly while vigorously nodding her head, her back arching slightly even from the light touch. she could already feel tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the anticipation and impatience, but tried her best to blink them away before you could notice. 

a cocky grin rose to your face that she either ignored or didn’t notice, because knowing her, in any other situation, she would’ve made a comment about it–about how you needed to deflate that ego or something. it didn’t matter now though. all she could focus on was chasing the long awaited orgasm that you had been withholding, even though you already gave her one (albeit not on purpose). 

she lifted her hips up to assist you in pulling off her shorts. you thought about making a comment about it, but ultimately decided against it when you realized she was being both desperate and genuinely helpful. and while you were at it, you pulled her boxers down with it to make it easier. maybe any other time she would’ve been a little insecure that she was sitting here fully naked while you were still fully dressed, but her mind was too far gone to think about it. you did though, so you slipped your shirt off swiftly to reveal your bare chest. 

she tangled a hand in your hair softly, allowing her back to hit the mattress with a soft thud. from your new position kneeling between her bare legs, you kissed at her thighs as you grabbed them to rest on your shoulders. it was a caring gesture to make her more comfortable so she wasn’t stretched out too far, but it also happened to make you ache between your legs. 

you let your breath fan over her core. her entire body twitched from the hot sensation, and she was trying to physically restrain herself from pushing your head into her. she did that often–pushing your head while you were eating her out, you mean–not that you minded, because you knew it meant you were doing a good job and you weren’t going to complain about being smothered by a pretty girl like that. 

“you’re so wet,” you mumbled as you stared at her in disbelief. of course, it was to be expected from the events from earlier, especially because you could feel it, but it didn’t change the initial shock of seeing it like this–seeing how you made her feel.

she only gave you a whine in reply, and threw her other arm over her eyes in embarrassment. there was no denying how turned on she was, and she didn’t care to deny it either, because her mind was clouded with thoughts about how she just needed to fuck you right now. 

despite her lack of answer, you licked a flat stripe from her entrance to her core anyway. her entire body jerked from the contact, fingers tightening in your hair like she didn’t care if she ripped it out. a loud sob fell from her lips and when you glanced up, you noticed that she had a tear running down her cheek. you considered checking on her, but decided to settle on the thought that the sob was from relief more than anything else. 

you swirled your tongue over her entrance to lap up the arousal that had been forming for hours, humming quietly against her in content at the taste. her lips parted and a soft moan slipped past them at the feeling of finally, finally getting what she’s been waiting for. honestly, she’s surprised she could even make that sound at all from the pure bliss. 

your tongue moved through her folds slowly to work its way up to her clit where you swirled it a few times before wrapping your lips around the bud and sucking gently. 

“fuck,” she moaned, though it was somewhere between a moan and a sob. her thighs tightened against the sides of your head involuntarily. you glanced up to gauge her reaction, seeing that she had thrown her arm off to the side and was looking down at you with shiny eyes from tears threatening to fall. 

you held eye contact with her gorgeous baby blue eyes that held so much need, so much want, as you licked her open slowly. the sensitivity was making her body twitch and her blinks lasted a little longer than usual, but she kept her eyes trained on yours too–wanting you to know how good it feels. 

“i know, baby,” you said against her. you made sure your lips brushed over her clit when you spoke so she could feel the vibration. “feels good, doesn’t it?”

she didn’t reply verbally. instead, she rolled her eyes to the back of her head and threw her head back slightly because she wasn’t sure she could form a coherent sentence, especially because her tears were spilling onto her cheeks. 

“talk to me,” you urged. you pulled your mouth away slightly so she could only feel your breath again, earning a sob in reply when she realized you weren’t going to continue unless she answered. “tell me, paige. i want to hear how much of a slut you are for me.” 

she cried out weakly at the loss of contact, tilting her head forward to show you the pure desperation in her watery eyes as her eyebrows tilting upwards. “fuck, fuck. please, just touch me–i don’t–fuck, i need it so bad. please, make me come. please, i’ll do anything.”

“mhm,” you hummed, then licked another stripe up her center. it was mostly in agreement that you knew she probably would do anything, but also in satisfaction of how easily she was able to pathetically beg for it like she had no shame. she threw her head back again, this time keeping it pinned against the mattress so she could arch her back off it. 

“oh my g–shit!” she cried, tears freely flowing down her cheeks now. she felt like a little kid again getting the one present on christmas that she had been begging for the entire year, finally unwrapping whatever that was on christmas morning after your parents gave cryptic answers about whether or not you were receiving it. “shit, i–fuck, too good. can’t–oh.” 

her mindless babbling as an attempt to speak praises for you made a smile prick your lips slightly, but you couldn’t hold it for too long because of the way your tongue was all over her clit one minute and mouth wrapped around it to suck on it the next. your hands were wrapped around her legs firmly, somewhat holding them apart so she didn’t crush you but mostly just something for you to grip as you worked your magic on her. 

you saw the familiar twitch in her abdomen, the signal that she was approaching her orgasm, and the way her mouth fell open and she pressed her hips up into her mouth. it took every single ounce of restraint you had left in your body, because she tasted so good and sounded so pretty, but you pulled away from her when she clenched around nothing. 

a loud, probably painful sob ripped from her throat. “what the fuck. what the fuck is wrong with you–” she cried, bringing her hands up to cover her face so you couldn’t see her cry through yet another denial. 

“i told you,” you started innocently, sitting back on your heels, but not too far so you could keep her legs on your shoulders, “it sounded like you were telling me.” 

paige seemed to cry a little harder at the realization that you were going to punish her for what she said instead of brushing it off, and she was suddenly regretting her bratty behavior from earlier. she tried to keep her cries quiet as best she could, but the tears made it obvious. 

“i wasn’t,” she said desperately, moving her hands off her face so she could prop herself up. “i wasn’t. i was begging.”

“didn’t sound like it,” you shrugged as much as you could with her legs right there, raising your eyebrows like it was obvious. 

“please, i’ll do whatever you want. just–please, please. i can’t take it anymore,” she begged with a pouted a lip. 

“i think you can,” you replied. her eyes widened with the realization that she was going to have to hold out longer, but you quickly dispelled this assumption by dipping your head between her legs again. “but i guess you’ve been good for me.” 

she sobbed out of relief again, but louder this time, not even trying to hold back or hide the blatantly obvious crying like she had been doing before. her hand that was tangled in your hair held you firmly against her core, trying to make sure you didn’t run away again as she chased her orgasm. her hips were shifting in a sloppy rhythm as she tried to stifle the thrusts she was desperate to make–she didn’t want to ruin any chance she could have at finally getting her relief. 

your tongue circled her clit at a steady pace that seemed overwhelming due to her sensitivity, and she couldn’t help but feel herself approaching the ledge already. 

there was no warning before she was coming on your face in a silent, but hard, orgasm–she barely even had enough time to register it herself before it was taking over her. her limbs felt hot, beads of sweat collected on her forehead, and she wasn’t even sure if she was conscious anymore, to be honest. it was so fucking good, she had never felt euphoria like that in her life. if the lead up to this moment wasn’t so miserable, she was ask to do it every time. 

“that’s it,” you mumbled as you worked her through it slowly, mostly just babbling to yourself because you were almost sure that paige wasn’t listening. “look so pretty coming for me, baby. falling apart on my tongue like that.” 

you kept your eyes up to watch her as you moved your tongue slowly through her folds, then down to her entrance to clean up her orgasm as she hopelessly clenched around nothing. her body was still twitching like she was still in the height of it, her eyes screwed shut so hard that her vision was damn near white. honestly, it probably didn’t help that you were still going because it was probably just prolonging her already hard orgasm, but you had no mind to stop until she was done.

“fuck,” she choked out, though it sounded more like another sob. you pulled away from her at that, taking it as a sign that she was done. her body collapsed backward onto the bed with a heaving chest and swirling mind. despite her release, she was still so turned on. 

the look on your eyes as you licked her–denied her–was stuck in the front of her mind, and the way you gasped on her fingers as she worked them inside of you was playing on constant loop in her ears. 

paige had never really considered herself a sexual person–she didn’t necessarily need sex–but oh god, when you were around? especially after the first time she had felt your mouth on her and tasted you? it was all she could think about when you were near, even during practice when she should’ve been paying attention. 

because of that, she found herself feeling the wetness build between her legs again. she watched with hooded eyes as you slowly stood from the floor and leant over to cage her head in to peck her lips gently. 

“you want me to clean you up?” you whispered with a smile when you pulled away, brushing a strand of damp hair off her forehead. 

she bit her bottom lip in thought and ran her eyes over your face for a moment, then shook her head and placed a hand on the back of your neck. she used the leverage to pull you back down for another heated kiss, resting the other hand on the front of your throat but not squeezing. 

“want to make you come,” she murmured into your mouth. “want to make you feel good, too. it’s only fair.” 

you laughed softly against her lips, “yeah?” 

“mhm,” she hummed. then used the hand on the back of your neck to slide down to your waistband again, already slightly askew from sticking her hand in it earlier. 

this time tho, she attempted to push your pants down rather than bypass them, forcing you to break the kiss so you could help her. you shoved them down your legs and stepped out of them gingerly–revealing that you had also removed your underwear along with them. she licked her lips hungrily, eyes trained on your now bare pussy as you stood there. 

she opened her arms like she was asking for a hug, “i want you to sit on my face.” 

you thought about replying with something smart or snarky, or maybe even confident and cocky, but you decided against it. instead, you crawled up her body slowly (because you wanted to come too, obviously). 

you made a show of it too, brushing your clit over her hip, then over one of her nipples–just enough to make her choke on a gasp. and when you were just barely over her neck, she gave into the impatience by grabbing your hips and pulling you up to her mouth. 

you let a gasp at the eagerness, and couldn’t help the amused giggle that somehow slipped past your lips. she didn’t bring any attention to either of them though as she immediately lapped up your arousal just the same as you had done to her. 

you hovered over her face, not wanting to put your full body weight on her out of fear of suffocating her, causing her to roughly tug you down. 

“i want you to sit on my face,” she repeated.

“but paige,” you argued through a moan, “i don’t want to crush you. what if you suffocate?”

“then i’ll die happy,” she mumbled, licking a hard stripe up your core like she wanted to prove a point. 

there was no possible way you could argue with that logic, and you’re sure you’ve probably said the same thing to her before, so you didn't reply. you just relaxed your legs to let her catch your weight. 

by the speed over tongue licking over your clit, you could’ve never guessed that she had just come as hard as she did after being left high and dry for hours. you suppose that’s probably the stamina and endurance she’s built from playing forty straight minutes in games lately. 

or maybe she’s just crazy, that could also be a possibility. 

“fuck,” you moaned when she flicked her tongue at just the right angle. you didn’t realize how desperate you were yourself just from watching her squirm and getting her off–you were literally throbbing between your thighs to the point that it almost was painful. 

she hummed against you so you could feel the vibration instead of answering, her eyes closed in pure bliss. she wasn’t kidding when she said she would die happy. her hips were shifting slightly to look for some friction, feeling aroused all over again from eating you out, but you didn’t even notice because of the pleasure she was bringing you. 

she wasn’t the only one whose hips were shifting though, yours were also shifting against her face subconsciously to chase your orgasm. she kept her grip on your legs firm, but didn’t try to still you–she loved that you were barely in control of your movements because of her doing. 

the sensitivity from how turned on you were by paige’s pleasure mixing with how long it’s been since she had touched you last was enough to already send you unraveling, but you tried to hold off as best you could. you tightened your stomach and clenched your pussy to hold it off, but she seemed to notice. 

one of her eyes cracked open curiously to read your expression, then pushed her tongue inside you as a silent plea to let go. 

and you did–not that you could help it. 

your head felt light as your orgasm rushed out of you and onto her tongue as she licked it up eagerly like it was her favorite meal. your eyes pinched together involuntarily at the feeling before you could even notice, a hand gripping at the sheet above her head as you rode it out. 

with slightly trembling legs, you lifted yourself away from her mouth when it started to feel like too much. you set on the mattress next to her head, breathing heavily as you stared at her. 

her mouth and chin were glistening, but she made no move to wipe it off. her lips were parted–either in shock or pleasure, you didn’t know–and one of her hands was resting on her chest. 

you quickly figured out that her lips were parted in shock, because her other hand was between her legs playing with her pussy. 

“paige,” you said with a mix of confusion and disbelief, watching as her fingers circled her clit slowly. 

“i wanna fuck you again,” she said quietly with a whiny tone, her eyes sinfully wandering over your body like it was the first time she had seen you naked. “can i?”

you paused for a moment; then crawled back to lie against her pillows with your legs open and feet planted on the bed as a nonverbal invitation. she eagerly sat up, but she eyed her bedside drawer for a moment too long to be considered a coincidence. you followed her gaze, then looked back at her with a questioning expression. 

she reached for the drawer to yank it open, pulling out a purple strap-on that looked very gently used with shaking hands. you swallowed thickly out of both arousal and nerves. it had been a while since you had taken a strap like that, but you couldn’t deny that you loved the feeling of it. 

“is this okay?” she asked hesitantly, eyeing you to watch for any sense of discomfort. 

“yes,” you breathed, “please.” 

she practically scrambled to get it around her waist at your reply, fingers fumbling with the buckle like her limbs were delayed. when she had it fit to her liking, she crawled over to you so she was kneeling between your legs. 

without warning, you sat up and wrapped your hands around the silicone. she sucked in a breath in surprise, but watched carefully as you let a string of spit fall from your lips onto the tip. you wrapped your mouth around it slowly, bobbing your head as you made eye contact with her like she could really feel it.

“holy fuck,” she whispered in disbelief–eyes wide and pupils blown from the sight. 

you pulled off with an obscene pop, only meaning to get it wet with your spit to make it easier for her. a smug smile rose to your face as you leaned back against the pillows, watching as her cheeks flushed to a shade of red that you’re not sure you had ever seen before. 

“you’re so worked up,” you teased. you lifted your hand to caress the pad of your thumb over her cheekbone fondly, making her smile. 

“well, yeah,” she retorted. 

much to your surprise, she put a hand under your hip to lift you onto your side, and settled on her own side behind you in a spoon position. she lifted your top leg up, setting your foot on top of her thigh to give her a better angle. then, she grabbed the silicone to press it against your entrance, rubbing it against you a few times to coat it in your slick. 

“still okay?” she asked in your ear. 

when you nodded, she took it as a sufficient enough answer to press the tip in slowly. you gasped from the sudden intrusion, realizing you probably should’ve used your fingers before this, but still relishing in the burning stretch that hurt so good. her hand released its grip on the silicone now that it was inside you, resting gently on your hip instead. her other arm was bent on the mattress and holding her up by her elbow so she could watch the way you swallowed her. 

you turned your head back to watch her, studying every crinkle of her brow and every breath that left her mouth. she looked so divine like this. you wondered how you could ever give it up–or even let anyone else see it. 

“look so pretty while you fuck me,” you moaned once she slid about halfway in. 

she moaned softly in response, your words sending immediate heated arousal pooling between her legs. she was throbbing again–hopelessly aching like she hadn’t already had two orgasms today, like this was the first time she was touching you.

paige rested her forehead against the back of your shoulder and blew out a shaky exhale when she finally bottomed out in a weak attempt to stabilize herself in the heated moment. she couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to be here like this. she said a silent prayer of gratitude to whatever had possessed you to finger her in front of the entire tiktok live earlier.  

“good?” she grunted. obviously she was looking for another verbal confirmation that she was good to keep going, that you felt comfortable in the situation and you didn’t want to stop, but you didn’t think you could make a word from the pleasure of being so full. so instead, you ground your hips lightly back up into her as a silent gesture.

a gasp ripped from the back of her throat from her agape mouth at the new development, feeling almost too stunned to react. she found it somewhere in herself to find the motion though, because she rolled her hips backwards to pull out nearly all the way before slowly rolling them forward until she couldn’t anymore, adding a small twitch of her hips when she was all the way in to hit even deeper. 

you couldn’t even control the moan that came out of your mouth, or maybe it was more like a scream with how loud it was, but you didn’t even care. hell, the thought of other people hearing you was long gone from your list of worries about this moment. all you really cared about was feeling her body pressed against her back and chasing the orgasm she was going to give you with her strap. 

“been waiting for this,” she said against your skin, mindlessly mouthing on the skin of your shoulder. she adopted a steady rhythm at a pace that almost made you wonder how her hips weren’t cramping, but your mind felt too much like putty to dwell on it. “been wanting to show you that no one can make you feel good like this.” 

you tipped your head back as much as you could in the position you were in, partly in pleasure and partly to chase her mouth in a sloppily kiss. she got the hint–of course she did. paige was so perfect, so caring and attentive, she always knew just what you needed; sometimes it felt like she could read your mind. 

you were barely kissing the corner of each other’s mouths, but the angle was too awkward to fix it and you felt too good to even really care. not that she did either, because the most she did was tighten her grip on your hip. it was so sloppy, so obscene, so hot.

you pulled away slightly. “thought you hated me?” you said snarkily, finding it within yourself to revive some of the earlier playfulness. 

“can’t,” she shook her head. “could never. not when you fuck me like this. not when i can fuck you like this.”

it shouldn’t have done anything for you, really, but the desperate possessiveness shot a heat directly to your abdomen that streamlined how quickly you were tipping over the edge. and paige didn’t seem too far off, either.

“oh my god,” you moaned. your body stiffened to chase the oncoming release, not wanting to delay or mess up your chances of feeling it wash over you. 

when paige choked on her breath, you were a goner. your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm tensed your entire body, the warmth blooming in your stomach beautifully. she did her best to keep her rhythm to help you ride it out, but she was feeling a little shaky from the sight of you and trying to chase her own high. 

“i love making you come,” she barely choked out a whisper as she slowed her hips a little.

“you’re so good at it,” you replied.

you couldn’t help the way your body was twitching as you came down, lunging you forward and backward involuntarily like a puppet putting on a show. she collapsed behind you with a content sigh. her arm felt like jelly and her hips were becoming sore, but she couldn’t deny the mess between her legs–the throbbing wetness begging for you to touch her again.

her hot breath was fanning against the back of your neck, chest heaving against your back, and she made no move to pull out. not that you really minded, anyway. your body felt wrecked from the orgasm she gave you. her hand is loosely resting on your waist still, with the other thrown carelessly above her head. you wondered if she was even conscious anymore.

you could feel her hips starting to shift slightly. and you would assume she was just getting comfortable, but the shifting doesn’t stop. she’s giving you barely-there thrusts, so small they were like a secret she was trying to keep.

“paige?” you asked gently, reaching your hand back to settle on her thigh. “what are you doing?”

she blew a sharp breath out of her nose, then brushed it against your neck a few times, her hand shifting to wrap her arm around your waist. but she doesn’t stop. 

“‘m sorry. i’m sorry, i can’t help it. you just looked so good coming for me,” she whined.

“i literally just came,” you said hesitantly. not necessarily because you didn’t want to, but because she looked fucked out. her hair was a mess, breath heavy, lips so red that they would probably turn purple soon, glassy eyes with tear streaks running down her cheeks, and her legs were shaking just slightly.

“i know, but i wanna see it again. please, baby, one more. need to watch you come on my dick again. let me see it.”

but she doesn’t give you any time to reply before she’s propping herself up on her elbow, planting her foot on the bed for a better angle, and rolling her hips in one long, teasingly slow thrust. her hand slid up to grip your jaw, not super tight, but enough to allow her to force you to look at her. her lips parted slightly when you made eye contact, eyes searching yours for any sign that she should stop. 

you didn’t give her one, though, you just dug your fingers into her thigh and pulled her fiercely toward you. she definitely got the hint too, because she started really moving. the sensitivity from your previous orgasm and her desperation to please you made the way the strap when pushing inside you feel so heavenly, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“fuck,” she moaned. her hand slid down to wrap around your throat, but kept a finger on your jaw to make sure your head stayed tilted toward her so she could watch your face. “look at you.”

honestly, you couldn’t even form words with the way she was squeezing your throat. you were pretty certain it was unintentional because she hadn’t really done it before–you were usually the one with a hand around her throat–and god, you wondered how you had ever gone without it. 

“look so pretty. taking me so well,” she whispered, almost like she was in disbelief. “‘m so fucking wet watching you like this. never wanna stop fucking you.”

“jesus christ, paige,” you managed to choke out.

“yeah? that good?” she smiled proudly.

you didn’t answer, but you knew she didn’t need one. she could tell, obviously, and she wasn’t like you, who would make her say it with confidence. she released her grip from your throat to slide her hand down your body and land on your clit, circling her fingers on it gently. it felt like your body didn’t know what to do–grind into her fingers or onto the strap she was fucking with you with.

“goddammit,” you whined. usually, you would be embarrassed by the sound, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to dwell on it. 

but paige, oh god, she nearly came on the spot. she had never heard anything like that from you before. given, tonight was the first night she was fucking you like this–with the strap, anyway–but you were always talking her through it and moaning around your words, even while receiving from her. not whining. she couldn’t lie that she felt her ego inflate a little from that.

she didn’t even know how she managed to keep her rhythm steady, but she made sure she pressed the strap in even deeper every time she bottomed out. you could feel the tip brushing against your cervix, just light enough that it made your head spin.

you felt your stomach clenching hard, your orgasm approaching much faster than you thought it would, but how could it not? the hottest girl you had ever seen in your entire life was pressing into you from behind, her gorgeous blue eyes staring into yours with an insatiable greed that made you question if you had the stamina and endurance to keep her satisfied. you would try, of course, but she looked ravenous.

“yeah, just like that,” she whined, increasing her speed on her circles. “want you to come for me just like this. make a mess on my dick.” 

and you did–hard. there was something about her whiny, desperate tone in your ear that sent you spilling over the edge without your permission. you wanted to hold on for a little bit longer. you wanted to feel her deep thrusts, her fingers on you, and her eyes staring into you for just a little longer. not that it had to end here, you were pretty confident you could convince her to go again. 

“that’s it, baby. look so good like this,” she whispered. her movements slowed to work you through the orgasm; her hand traveled back up to your jaw to make sure your head stayed tilted toward her again.

“thank you,” you whispered sweetly back in reply, tilting your head to capture her lips in a kiss.

she kissed back without hesitation, using her hand on your jaw as leverage to deepen the already slow, sensual movements of her lips against yours. luckily, she pulled the silicone out of you, not wanting to overstimulate you again because she couldn’t help but move her hips. you sighed into her mouth softly as your hand reached up to curl into her hair at the nape of her neck, and she moaned in response.

you chuckled quietly at her vocal reaction. there was no way you could predict that she would be this insatiable, that she could give you a run for your money when it came to sex. 

you turned over to face her, eyes running over the sight of her used body. without asking for permission first, you reached forward to unbuckle the silicone and toss it haphazardly behind her. she watched you do so with curious eyes and wandering hands–it was like your boob was a fridge and her hand was a magnet, honestly. 

“one more,” you murmured, but leaned forward to press your lips against hers before she had the chance to respond. 

you slotted your legs with hers and used them to shift your position so you were on top, pressing your pussy against hers. it earned a sharp moan from her into your mouth, and her hands flew to your hips in surprise. 

the feeling of your wet, throbbing clits grinding against each other was euphoric, to say the least, and you knew you weren’t going to last. it didn’t really matter though, because she obviously wasn’t going to either. 

she wasn’t even kissing you back anymore. her lips were just parted with the occasional breath slipping past them, and her fingers were digging so hard into your hips that you were sure there would be bruises there later. she was grinding up against you too, but you weren’t sure if she even knew she was doing it. 

“you like that, baby?” you asked as you pulled away, but you didn’t expect an answer this time. you knew the closest you would get would be maybe a choked moan. “you like feeling how many times i came for you like this?” 

she must’ve already been close from fucking you with the strap, because her abdomen tensed and she was suddenly coming beneath you with the same force as before when you were denying her. the increased slick between the two of you only made you move faster, yet another moan slipping past your lips at the feeling. 

“let me fuck myself on you, baby,” you said. not that she had even come down yet, but more as a warning that you had no intentions to stop when she did. 

she just nodded in response, making sure her eyes stayed open to watch as you grinded your clit against hers helplessly fast. even though you weren’t going to stop, you still didn’t want to torture her that much, so you were trying find your orgasm as fast as possible. 

her face scrunched from that way she winced at the sensitivity, but she did her best to hide it from you so that you would keep going. you knew she wanted to watch–she had made that very clear that she loved it. 

it didn’t take long before you were coming again. your rhythm slowed down noticeably to prevent it getting sloppy, and it was over quick since this was the third one in a row. but you made no move to move away from her as you tried to catch your breath. 

“i’ll get you with the strap next time,” you laughed.

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[moshuka]

what the fuck

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sorry i forgot to write stewie smut i’ll get around to it maybe probably not tho

[moshuka]

stewie in tash’s story a few hours ago 😵‍💫🤤

IM WNDJIANDHAUD

[moshuka]

wait now i have to write stewie smut

[moshuka]

geno at the valks/wings game!

[moshuka]

dt is a hey mamas btw and i support her

[moshuka]

STEWIE SMUT. SHOULD I. SHES SO 🤏 🤏 🤏

wait sabrina ionescu just flashed on my screen sorry guys

maybe things will come

ill write stewie smut if the liberty wins okay

[giuliannna]

LESSON PLAN

studying isn’t so entertaining when you have something else on your mind - something that involves your shy tutor. inspired by this request

contains: loss of virginity (don’t read if uncomfortable)

hamzah always knocks on your door too lightly, shifting from foot to foot like he’s thinking about running away. you open the door and he’s standing there with his sleeves tugged down over his hands, backpack hung on his shoulders.

“hi,” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes.

“you’re late,” you say, but you’re smiling, leaning against the doorframe in a tank top that’s showing too much. or not enough, depending how you look at it.

“sorry - uh, my car.. i mean- yeah. sorry.”

you step aside to let him in, and he walks in like he’s entering a museum. eyes darting around your room - pink sheets, candles, glossy lip balm tubes scattered on the desk - like he doesn’t know where he’s allowed to look. his cheeks are already turning pink.

“you can sit,” you say, already flopping onto your bed.

he hesitates. “uh- here?”

“yeah, hamzah,” you grin, patting your bedspread. “you’re not gonna, like, catch cooties. i’m tired of you always sitting at my desk all the time. you’re too far away.”

he laughs, but it’s nervous. he sinks down onto the very edge of the mattress, leaving a prominent gap of space between you two. he opens the cover of his textbook, flipping through pages with shaky hands. he clears his throat.

“so.. i figured we could start with the practice on page 211. if that’s okay.”

you hum. “sure.”

you lean over to look at the page. and when you do, your arm brushes his. his breath catches. he tries not to move, but he tries even harder not to look at the way your collarbone is peeking out or how your lip gloss shines.

you glance at him. he looks like he’s trying to remember how to breathe.

“you okay?”

“y-yeah. yep. page 211.”

he’s trying so hard.

his voice is all quiet and focused, like he really believes you’re going to care about vectors and kinematic equations just because he’s reading them off a flashcard.

“so, um, if the object’s moving with constant acceleration, you can use the formula - i mean, like.. initial velocity plus acceleration times time is..”

he squints down at his notes and pushes his glasses up with the side of his hand.

the frames keep sliding down his nose. you want to tug them off and crawl into his lap.

you’re sprawled out on the bed in your tiny sleep shorts, legs stretched long and bare toward him, like you’re just testing the waters - seeing how far you can push him before something breaks.

he’s still perched right on the edge of the mattress, like your bed is a sacred place. like one wrong move might make him bolt from the room.

“hamzah,” you hum, voice sugar-sweet and full of amusement.

his eyes dart up, nervous and wide behind his lenses. “yeah?”

you tilt your head, playing with the strap of your top. “you’re so cute when you talk about physics.”

he blinks. you see the pink rise to his cheeks.

“i- uh, thanks. it’s, um.. it’s just the way the curriculum explains it, i’m not, like, making it up or anything-”

you smile. “i know. you’re just so smart.”

his voice stutters into silence. his fingers tighten around the flashcard.

you roll onto your stomach, bending your knees up and swinging your feet lazily. “are you always this nervous around girls?”

“i’m not - i’m not nervous,” he says too fast, eyes flitting around the room like they’re begging for a safe place to land. “i just, uh, wanna make sure you understand it. the material. so you don’t fail.”

you giggle. “oh, right. i stopped listening, like, fifteen minutes ago.” your voice softens into a pout. “i’m bored.”

he hears that tone in your voice and looks up at you, the flashcard in his hand starting to tremble a little.

“b-bored?”

you nod, stretching again, letting your shorts ride up just a bit more. “mhm. think you could teach me something else?”

he swallows. audibly. “i- i don’t know what else you’d want me to teach you..”

you sit up on your knees and shift closer, slow and casual, like this isn’t going to break his entire understanding of reality.

“well,” you murmur, touching the hem of his sleeve. “you know what i heard?”

“what?” he nearly whispers.

“i heard that you’ve never kissed a girl before.”

he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t even try to deny it. his mouth opens like he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.

you hum, pleased. “you want to?”

his whole body tenses. “i.. y-you mean.. right now?”

you reach up and adjust his crooked glasses, nodding. “right now.”

his eyes flick to your mouth and back up again. “y-yeah. if.. if you want to.”

you laugh softly and cup his cheek with one hand.

he melts.

he makes a tiny, broken noise in the back of his throat like that short-circuited something in his brain.

you kiss him.

he gasps against your mouth - not dramatic, just genuinely surprised. he doesn’t know where to put his hands, he doesn’t even move at all until you guide him, fingers lacing with his and placing them on your hips.

his mouth is soft, warm, clumsy. he kisses like he’s afraid to mess it up, like he’s thinking too hard about what to do with it. his lips are glossy and red when you finally pull back.

he blinks up at you like he’s not sure the kiss actually happened. like maybe he blacked out halfway through it. his glasses are crooked again. you fix them for him gently.

“you wanna learn something?” you whisper.

he nods, like it’s instinct.

“lie back. i’ll show you how to make a girl feel good.”

he obeys. no questions asked.

and you’re already thinking about how he’s going to look between your thighs - desperate, overwhelmed, ready to worship you without even knowing how.

he lies back, palms flat against your sheets. his fingers are twitching like he doesn’t know what to do with them, and his legs are a little too close together, stiff with nerves. his shirt rides up at the hem and his glasses are fogging slightly, but he watches you as you crawl over him and straddle his waist like you’ve already done this a hundred times.

he looks terrified.

yet already, he’s so hard.

you lean down, kiss his flushed cheek, whisper against his ear, “you wanna go down on me?”

his breath catches. “i- i’ve never..”

“i know.”

you smile and kiss him again, slower this time. “i’ll help you.”

and that’s all it takes. he nods, frantic, already trying to sit up like he wants to be useful.

you tug your shorts down slow, teasing, watching the way his eyes track every inch of your skin. when you toss your panties aside, his mouth drops open like he’s seeing something heavenly.

you climb up and settle your thighs over his face, one knee on either side of his head. “you okay down there?” you ask sweetly.

he breathes out hard, nodding. “yeah. yeah, i’m- fuck.”

you giggle.

and then you lower yourself.

his first lick is so clumsy it barely even lands. he sort of just presses his tongue to you like he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do, and it’s so messy, so warm, so desperate it makes you laugh breathlessly.

“oh my god,” you whisper, grinding down just a little. “you really have no idea what you’re doing, hamzah.”

he moans into you. it vibrates through your whole body.

“but you want to, don’t you?”

he nods under you. you feel it. his hands are on your thighs now, squeezing gently, trying to hold you in place even though you’re the one doing all the moving.

“don’t think too hard about it,” you murmur. “just try.”

and he does.

he’s sloppy and starved and so completely in awe of your body. he licks too fast, then too slow, then gets better when you tug on his hair and grind your hips just right.

he’s not coordinated, but he’s willing.

you rock against his face, moaning when his tongue finally catches your clit the way you want it to.

“fuck - right there, hamzah. keep going, don’t stop.”

he whimpers, like the praise is feeding him more than your cunt is. you ride it out, guiding his head, rolling your hips while he holds on and tries so hard to avoid screwing it up.

he’s soaked. his chin, his nose, his whole mouth - all wet. all yours.

when you finally cum, it’s sharp and fast and mean, your fingers yanking his hair and your thighs trembling around his head.

you don’t even get all the way off him. you just slide down until you’re sitting on his chest, catching your breath, looking down at him.

his mouth is red and slick and his lips are parted. he looks ruined. you smile, feeling proud.

“good boy,” you whisper.

he twitches under you - hips jerking up like he’s this close from just finishing in his pants.

his hands hover in the air like he doesn’t know where to put them. not on your waist, not on your hips, not on your thighs. you take them and pin them to the bed.

“stay still,” you tease, climbing down his body. “i’m not done with you yet.”

his eyes flutter shut for a second, overwhelmed. he’s so red in the face you can see it creeping down his neck, blooming along his skin like heatstroke.

“you’ve never even.. touched a girl before, have you?”

he shakes his head. swallows hard. “n-no. i mean, not - not like this.”

you hum like you’re thinking. “not even.. over-the-clothes stuff?”

“no,” he breathes. “i’ve only ever - like.. y’know. on my own.”

you sit back and smile like you’re delighted. “god, that’s so cute.”

he groans, burying his face in his arm. “please don’t make fun of me.”

“hamzah,” you purr, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, “i’m not making fun of you. i love it.”

his hips twitch at that. he doesn’t even mean to - it’s just instinct, pure and helpless.

you reach down and finally palm him over his sweats. he’s rock hard, twitching, so sensitive. he gasps, trying to hold still.

“look at you,” you murmur. “all worked up and i haven’t even taken these off yet.”

he covers his face again. “i’m sorry-”

you laugh sweetly. “don’t be sorry, hamzah. you’re doing perfect.”

your fingers curl into the waistband of his sweats. you pull them down slow, along with his boxers, and he lifts his hips eagerly without you even asking.

and when he springs free - flushed and leaking and pretty - you just look at him for a second.

“fuck,” you whisper. “you’ve been keeping this from me?”

his face is burning. “i didn’t - m’sorry, i didn’t think-”

you cut him off with a kiss.

“you want me to be your first, don’t you?” you exhale against his lips.

he nods instantly. “please. i want it so bad.”

“yeah?” you stroke him once, slow and mean. he chokes on a moan. “you gonna be good for me?”

“yes. yes, i will, just - tell me what to do. i don’t wanna mess anything up.”

you climb back over him and straddle his hips again, dragging your slick along the length of his cock so he can feel how ready you are.

“you’re not gonna mess it up, hamzah. i’ll take care of everything.”

his whole body shudders. you reach down and guide him with one hand, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“wait,” he whispers, chest rising and falling rapidly, “i don’t - i don’t wanna cum yet.”

you smile. “you’re not gonna. not yet. just breathe.”

his hands grip your waist, fingers digging in just enough to ground himself. his eyes are locked on where your bodies meet - lips parted, completely speechless.

you sink down slow. his head hits the pillow. a choked moan leaves his lips. his hips jerk without permission.

“oh - oh my god,” he whispers, voice cracking. “it’s so.. good, it’s - fuck, i’m..”

you pause halfway, hand splayed across his chest. “c’mon, breathe, hamzah.”

he gasps like he’s forgotten how.

you press a kiss to his jaw. “you’re doing so good, i promise.”

you take the rest of him inch by inch, letting him stretch you slowly. his cock is twitching inside you, like everything is too much, like he’s been waiting his whole life for this exact moment.

you settle fully, hips snug against his, and you don’t move. he’s trembling under you.

“this okay?” you ask softly, running your fingers down his chest.

he nods. “y-yeah. i just.. it’s so much. i can’t think.”

you lean down and kiss his temple. “that’s good. you think too much. you don’t have to for once.”

you rock your hips once - shallow, gentle. he gasps.

“oh my god- don’t stop-”

you shush him sweetly. his hands are fisting the sheets now. his head turns to the side like he’s trying to ground himself in anything that isn’t you, but you won’t let him look away.

you grip his chin and make him face you.

“eyes on me.”

he obeys instantly. he’s all flushed, fucked-out.

you start rocking your hips again, slow and steady, dragging yourself up and down his cock while he just whines under you.

his hands twitch at your waist, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you more, but when you grind down just right and clench around him - he loses all of that control.

his hips snap up into you without warning. once. twice. again.

“shit - i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-”

you gasp, caught off guard by how deep he hits. your hand slaps down on his chest to keep yourself steady, but he’s already chasing it now - thrusting up into you, messy and fast and needy.

“fuck-! i can’t stop, oh god - sorry,” he whimpers.

you moan, loud. “don’t be sorry, hamzah - oh, my god.. fuck me just like that.”

his eyes go wide. his hands grip your ass, holding you down as he drives up into you with these frantic, uncoordinated thrusts.

“you feel so good - jesus, i didn’t know it would feel like this-”

you’re bouncing now, letting him fuck up into you while your fingers dig into his chest. he’s gasping under you, all choked breaths and flushed skin and eyes locked on your tits through the thin fabric of your top.

“you gonna cum already?” you tease, breathless, grinning down at him.

he nods, eyes glossy. “i’m trying not to - i swear, i’m trying.. i don’t wanna cum yet, please-”

“why not?” you pant, leaning close so your nose brushes his. “you wanna make me finish first?”

he whimpers. “yes.”

you smile. “good boy.”

and that breaks him.

he bucks up harder, sweat gathering at his temples, teeth sinking into his lip. his hands are sliding all over your waist now, greedy and clumsy like he can’t decide whether to hold you still or pull you closer.

you guide one of his hands to your clit. “touch me here, hamzah. just like i showed you.”

he does. shaky at first, then more confident when he hears how loud you moan.

and then you’re right there - hips stuttering, thighs trembling, your whole body shaking on top of him.

“hamzah, fuck- don’t stop..”

he watches you fall apart like he’s witnessing something holy.

you cry out as you cum again, clenching hard around him, and that’s when he completely unravels.

“oh fuckfuckfuck - i’m gonna cum, i can’t-”

he sobs your name as he finishes. hips locked, cock twitching, entire body stiffening under you. he moans through it, whimpering and cursing, clinging to you like you’re the only thing keeping him on earth.

his chest heaves. your body goes limp over his. and neither of you say a thing for a second - just trying to breathe. your thighs are shaking and his chest is slick with sweat, his glasses fogged and askew, but neither of you move right away.

he blinks up at the ceiling.

“oh, my god.”

you giggle against his shoulder, tucking his glasses up onto his forehead gently. “s’that good, huh?”

he just stares at you with this wrecked, teary, completely worshipful face. that’s all you need to know.

“mm. glad i could teach you something for a change.”

a/n: not proofread again sorryyyy

xoxo giulia

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[moshuka]

wow

[moshuka]

hey so maybe u will get something beautiful tonight

[moshuka]

my babyyyyy

[moshuka]

edging her on and ripping away orgasms for how many shots she missed in a game to push her to be better bc you know the player she is and she doesn’t accept anything less than perfection so you hold her to that standard and then some

meowmeowmeow this on finals game4

[d3arapril]

CASUAL | p.b

because what else would i call something in which u eat paige out in the passenger seat?

the car is hot. the windows are steamed up and you can feel your knees hurting from being stuck in the footwell of the passenger seat.

you cast a glance up and all of a sudden the pain your knees dissipates when you see how fucked paige looks. her head is thrown back against the seat, blonde strands sticking against her neck and forehead from how hot the small space had gotten.

her glasses are still on and if you squint you can see they’re starting to steam up a little bit. she’s got the hem of her t-shirt tucked between her teeth and when your eyes travel down further you can see the sweat darkening the elastic of her grey sports bra. her stomach is tight, abs tensed and the squeeze of her hand against your shoulder snaps you back to reality.

your fingers had stilled inside of her and you let out a breath of a laugh. “sorry,” you dip down to kiss against her clit and her hips buck up, chasing the feeling.

“i nheed t’ fhucking cum.” paige barely makes out, foot kicking against the dash when her hips jump up again.

“yeah?”

she doesn’t respond, just lolls her head to the side to stare down at you through her glasses which have slipped down her nose. you give her your most innocent smile before pulling your fingers out and licking a stripe up her pussy.

her eyes cross slightly, tshirt dropping from her mouth and snapping against her stomach when she moans out loud for the first time. a hurried hand slips from the steamed glass to push the fabric up, holding it against her chest as she watches you work.

you focus on her clit, pulling it into your mouth and rolling your tongue against it. two fingers slip inside her again, curling up until you can hear them inside her.

“yeah, yeah, yeah,” she’s chanting out into the sticky air of the car, head thrown back again. the hand on your shoulder moves to the back of your head, pushing your face further into her until you can’t catch a breath. a growl-like moan leaves her and she’s arching her back against the chair, ass almost lifting up from the seat. “don’t fucking stop.”

you wouldn’t dream of it.

[moshuka]

i love you

[dearestclement1ne]

who up thinking abt the coke bottle photo

[moshuka]

 ♥︎₊˚☆ MO'S MASTERLIST

☆  breanna  stewart!  when  in  london.., winner

☆  paige  bueckers!  video, needy, mirror, locker room, save a drum, i win, dream, winner, after dark,

☆  hamzah! game

☆  jinx!  bratty, new

☆  vi!  nothing  yet

☆  caitlyn!  nothing  yet

☆  sevika!  nothing  yet

note: my first paige bueckers fics are old

[moshuka]

WHEN IN LONDON-- b. stewart

!! - starts v.. abruptly??? idk, 2549 words

!! - smut duhhh, english isnt my first language be nice

!! - virgin!reader, reader is v clueless ab sex, i think im getting posessed idk, CORRUPTION KINK

 You don’t know why, but you can’t seem to look away. The dark, hungry look in her eyes hypnotizes and captivates you, and you can’t help but bite your lip and squirm in your seat.

You’re both so close that her breath fans your face. “W-Why are you lookin’ at me like that?” you manage to stutter. “‘ve never had sex before. Sab never wanted to with me.”

Her eyes immediately soften when you talk about your ex. She hates that you’ve been with people who didn’t give you everything you deserved. She also has to pretend to not feel a pang in her chest when you bring up the ex’s name.

Stewie places a gentle hand on your cheek, her thumb rubbing over the skin soothingly. “You should always have your needs met, baby,” she murmurs.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean your head against her hand, relishing in the comforting touch. “Mmm...” you hum as she continues to caress your cheek.

But then, you’re suddenly aware again of her intense gaze on you, and you’re forced out of your blissful, half-lidded state. “W-What needs?” you ask, your voice coming out almost in a whisper.

You’re so cute, the way you lean into her touch like a little bird seeking comfort. Her heart aches in a good way at the sight of you.

She has to stop the urge to roll her eyes at your naivety. “C’mon, you know what I mean,” she murmurs. “Did Sabrina not touch you, like… at all?”

You bite down on your lip, trying to hide the embarrassment you feel from the question. It makes you feel insecure, the fact that you’ve never had that kind of experience with someone.

But you know that if there’s someone you can open up to, it’s Stewie. Even her bluntness, which at times has annoyed you, you know it comes from a place of being sincere.

So you answer her question in the softest voice. “Never.”

She fights down the possessive feeling in her chest when she hears your reply. She wants nothing more than to claim you all for herself, and now it feels even more important that there’s no competition for it.

She slides her hand down from your cheek and to your neck, her fingers playing with the collar of your hoodie. “Not even a little bit?” she asks, her voice sounding slightly strangled.

A pang of sympathy shoots through her chest as the confession leaves your lips, and she can’t help but feel a bit hurt that someone would give you so little affection.

She leans in more, her hand gently tilting your chin up to make you look into her eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby…” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “You deserve to be pleased.”

The way her voice, so caring and soft, calls you baby has your heart thundering in your chest. And the words she says, about being pleased… they make something stir deep in the pit of your stomach.

You want to look away from her intense gaze because of the way you feel, but it’s glued to her like a magnet. You can’t find it in you to even blink.

“My stomach feels weird..” You finally whisper.

Something primal switches in Stewie at your words. Suddenly, all her instincts are screaming at her to protect you, make you feel good, make you hers.

It’s that look you have, innocent— it was so filthy and perfect on your face. She’s never wanted to be someone’s first more than she does now.

She has to stop herself from pinning you down on the couch then and there. “Yeah? How weird baby?” She asks, her voice gruff.

You squirm underneath her touch as your body responds to the huskiness in her tone. It’s low and demanding, and it makes you shiver.

You’ve never felt like this before — sensitive, vulnerable, aroused… It makes you want to hide away and bask in her touch at the same time.

But you trust her, so you push through the nervous feelings and try to answer her question. “I— It’s warm… an-and.. fuck…” you admit quietly.

Once inside the privacy of her hotel room, she shuts and locks the door behind her, before turning to you. The two of you are finally alone, and the tension is heavy in the air.

She walks up to you until she’s nearly touching you. Looking down at you, her eyes taking in every feature of your flushed, needy face, she lifts her hand and brushes some hair out of your face.

“Lay down on the bed for me,” she instructs, her voice firm but gentle.

You freeze up again at her command. You want to listen to her, but a part of you is feeling anxious. You’ve never done anything like this before, and all your nerves are coming to the surface.

But you know that you don’t want to let her down. So you do as she says, your body trembling slightly, and you climb onto the bed and get situated in the middle.

A surge of protectiveness goes through her as she sees your hesitation, and gently, she follows you and gets onto bed to join you. She doesn’t get too close, keeping a bit of distance for now.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” she praises you, her voice dripping with affection. “You’re being so good to me and doing as I say. Such a good girl for me. You wanna show me that pretty pussy?”

Her words have butterflies swarming in your stomach, and the praise only makes you more flushed. You can barely hide the shiver that goes through you — no one has ever talked to you like this before, so sweet and firm and dirty at the same time.

Her praise gives you a bit of confidence, though, and you’re determined to make her satisfied with you. So you slowly spread your legs, your face burning. “Like this?” You say, almost embarrassed. And god, your panties are so wet.

A low, almost guttural sound comes out of Stewie’s throat as you open up your legs to reveal the proof of your arousal to her eyes. She knew from the way you looked that you were turned on, but seeing the darkening of your panties, the dampness, it makes her want to claim you.

She kneels between your legs, looking down at you, her eyes dark and hungry. “Yes, just like this,” she says, moving your panties to the side.

You can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips at the fact that she’s looking at your nakedness. It makes you feel both embarrassed and excited.

Every place where she touches you tingles, your body so sensitive to her touch. You look up at her, your eyes searching. “Do something, please..”

Hearing the plea, the desperation in your voice makes something snap in Stewie. She has never wanted someone more, needed to give them pleasure than she does now.

She bends down and hooks her arms around your legs, her big hands almost wrapping around them completely. “Yeah? You want me to touch you here? Want me to make your pretty little cunt feel good?”

You let out a quiet moan at her words, her filthy tone driving you slowly insane. It ignites something in you, a need that you’ve never felt before.

“M-m’yeah,” you whimper, your voice betraying your excitement. “Please, Bre… I can’t take it.”

Her hand is so big on your leg, so strong. Her touch makes you feel small and fragile, makes you feel like a delicate doll.

And when she hears you whimper, the use of her nickname instead of her real name, something inside her growls.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to be patient, baby. I need to take my time with you.” She looks you up and down again, her eyes drinking in your neediness. “Gotta make you feel really good, don’t I?”

You let out a whine as her hands grip your legs a bit tighter, her eyes making you shiver wherever they’re fixated on your body.

It makes you want to be good and obedient, so you nod quickly at her words, your breath coming in quicker gasps. “Mmhm.. yes…” you say, almost desperate for her to make you feel good. “I-I’ll be good… be patient… promise.”

A smirk forms on Stewie’s face at how quickly you submit to her words. She didn’t think that someone who’s so feisty at times — in a cute way — would be so pliant under her.

She starts slowly — her mouth coming to kiss right above your knee. Her teeth sink in, just a little, and you inhale, the feeling of pleasure and pain mixing together and sending a shiver of heat through you.

“Oh…” you moan as her mouth kisses up your legs, the touch causing your eyes to flutter. You’ve never felt like this before, your body on fire for her attention.

The bite sends a sharp pleasure through you, and you jerk slightly at the feeling. “A-Again…?” You plead, hoping that she’ll bite somewhere more sensitive.

The slight pain of Stewie’s teeth on your skin is so good, a strange mixture of pleasure and stinging. Your sensitive skin is no match for her mouth, and you whine as her lips leave a mark. You’ll remember this, you’ll feel it every time you move for days — the memory of her touch, the reminder that you’re completely hers.

And then, her mouth is there, and you let out a strangled cry again at the feeling of it. You’ve never felt this, never thought you could ever feel this.

Hearing your reaction has a satisfied look crossing Stewie’s face. You’re coming undone for her so fast, and it fuels the possessiveness that’s driving her.

It’s then that she decides — you’re mine.

And she shows her possession of you by doing it again, placing another kiss on your clit, this one a little harder. Her tongue darts out and touches it, just for a second, and it’s enough to make you cry out, to make you gush onto her tongue.

You’re so sensitive that everything she does elicits such a strong reaction. Her teeth, her tongue, her hands as they grip your hips, everything.

The kiss makes a choked noise escape your throat that you didn’t expect, and you arch into it, your body craving it, needing more. “Again…” you breathe, “Please, c-can you do it again?”

You’ve never felt like this, so needy for someone, so completely vulnerable, and then she’s stretching her fingers, promising, “Baby, I’ll make you feel way better.”

You shiver when she calls you baby, your body automatically responding to her voice. It’s as if you know intrinsically now that you’ll do anything she asks of you, anything to get more of her.

Her finger sinks into suddenly, and it feels like a shock to your system. It’s making you feel so full, so warm, and you don’t know how to respond, your hands find her curls and you tug.

The sight of your fingers grabbing and pulling at her hair has her eyes flash, her possessive feeling coming out full force.

“Yeah?” She growls, feeling you squeeze around her finger. “You want something in this little pussy? You want more?”

You feel so overwhelmed by how much everything is. It’s all new and intense, and you don’t know if you can keep handling the feeling. Her words drive you wild, and every time she says that word, it makes your body shiver, makes you want her even more.

You nod your head quickly, breathless. “Y-Yeah,” you manage to get out. “Yeah, please..”

Stewie’s smirk broadens when you nod at her, a little chuckle escaping again. You’re so cute like this, so needy and desperate for her. And she’s going to give you everything you want.

She pushes a second finger in, and you let out a sharp gasp at the intrusion.

Your eyes widen suddenly at the feeling. It’s new and it’s so intense, so all-consuming, but you realize you want more, you want her.

The room feels hot and you’re already so close to the edge. “B-Bre,” you moan, your legs trembling. “I-I’m close… I’m close, I think…”

“M’yeah, so soon, huh?” Stewie says, and she laughs again affectionately. You’re not making this easy, but she can’t deny that she finds it cute how worked up you are.

Especially for her.

And when she thinks that, another surge of possessiveness goes through her, the need to claim you in any way she can. “Come whenever you want, sweetheart. I’ma get you there, yeah?”

She’s still moving her fingers, still stretching you out, and the feeling is bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The nickname makes you let out another gasp, makes your body want to give in.

Your hands are gripping her hair harder, your back arching off the bed as every sensation fills you. “I-I’m gonna—“ you breathe, your toes already curling. “I-I-I can’t—“ you pant.

And then she presses her tongue on your clit and starts licking, that’s when your vision goes white.

Stewie’s only plan is to make you feel good, to give you pleasure, so when you say that you can’t do it yourself, her mouth immediately does it for you.

You hadn’t even realized how you’d been saying it out loud, how you were so gone for her that you couldn’t even hold back anything.

But then she’s there, and you feel something inside you snap as your body tenses. The waves of pleasure are crashing over you, and your mouth is open but nothing is coming out.

Stewie lets you ride through your high, letting you feel all the way through it. By the time you come back to yourself, you’re limp and quivering, your legs unable to close.

She rises from the bed and looks down at you, a smug smile on her face. “You did so good,” she says, her voice fond but firm. “You feel good?”

You manage to let out a soft, “mhm” in response, still trying to catch your breath. Your body feels like jelly, your muscles are trembling — you’ve never felt so thoroughly pleased before.

“Feel… g-great,” you breathe, your voice still shaky. You look up at her, your eyes hazy but content.

She chuckles, picking you up with ease. She kisses your forehead. “Alright, let’s run you a bath.”

[moshuka]

seven am the usual morning lineup