with seeing angel and caitlin break all of these records. i’m thinking about paige in the league she’s not really a record breaker type of player.
i’m sorry did you just get in my inbox to tell me that the only freshman in the history of the ncaa to win ap player of the year, the naismith trophy, and the wooden award is not a RECORD BREAKING TYPE OF PLAYER???
the fastest husky to 1k points and the freshman season assist record holder doesn’t BREAK RECORDS???
y’all do not be testing me at 8 AM in the fucking morning
part: 3
pairing: paige bueckers x reader
word count: 1.1k
c/w: sexual content. straight filth.
a/n: enjoy!
“Paige,” I whine.
“Mmm,” she hums in response, her lips ghosting down my neck. “Back up,” I complain, and I feel her smirk against my shoulder. “You don’t want that.” I sigh. I don’t. “Mm, what now?” I groan. She bites my shoulder, hugging me tighter against her. My back is pressed to her chest, my ass against her crotch, her bare skin sliding deliciously against mine.
“You said tomorrow morning,” she reminds me. “I did say that, didn’t I?” I muse. She squeezes my hip, then moves her hand up to my tits. She takes one in each hand and massages slowly, sensually. “Feel so perfect,” she mutters, and I sigh, tipping my head back against her shoulder. She grins, kissing my cheek, continuing her ministrations. Her large hands work expertly at my breasts, fondling them gently. She cups them, using her thumbs and index fingers to take hold of my nipples before tugging softly.
I let out a soft whimper at that. Paige laughs hoarsely under her breath, now twisting my nipples before soothing them with the pads of her thumbs. “Just let me do whatever I want, hm?” She rasps out, her sleep-ridden voice making me clench my thighs together. “Yeah?” She asks again, kneading them once more and I gasp, pressing against her further. “Yes, Paige,” I say, panting slightly.
“Good girl,” she whispers, then slowly maneuvers my body so I’m sitting on her lap. Paige’s eyes are bleary from sleep, hair a mess, but she still looks fucking heavenly. “So fuckin’ pretty, look at those fuckin’ tits,” she babbles, eyes zeroing in on my chest. She lifts me up slightly, hands at my back, and takes a nipple in her mouth. She keeps eye contact with me as she sucks on it, placing shameless open mouthed kisses all over, then switching to the other one.
I let a moan fall from my mouth, a hand lacing in her hair to press her closer into my chest. “More, baby,” I sigh out, and I feel her grin. “Just woke up and you’re already so needy,” she tuts. “Wanna say ‘please’ for me, at least?” Her hands move to my ass, and I take my tits in my own hands, my head falling back. I try to rock against her, but her hands shoot to my hips, stilling me.
“Please,” I gasp, jerking my head back down to stare at her accusingly. Her hand trails back up lazily to circle my throat. “Look how good you were for me last night,” she praises, eyes tracing over the bruises on my torso. “You wanna be that good for me now, too?” I nod quickly, and her eyelashes flare.
Paige trails her hand back down my body to my pussy. Carefully, she lifts me up slightly so that I’m hovering over her bare abdomen. Then she licks her fingers and drags them from my entrance to my clit and back, coaxing a desperate moan out of me. She slips two fingers into me, ignoring my whine at the stretch, and presses her thumb into my clit before sitting me back down.
I groan under my breath as I take in the full length of her fingers, but Paige doesn’t move. She just looks at me through hooded eyes hungrily, a hand kneading my ass cheek. “Ride for me,” she orders finally.
I hesitate, rocking my hips slowly, and when it rubs her thumb against my clit and pleasure shoots through me, I do it again. “Oh,” I gasp, biting my lip. “Just like that,” Paige coos. I keep going, letting my movements work her thumb against my clit and her fingers inside of me.
“So fuckin’ wet first thing in the morning, hm?” She demands. I nod, laughing slightly, still grinding against her hand. Shocks of pleasure ripple through me and I shudder. “You dream about fucking me? Or what?” Paige asks cockily. I brace my hands on her shoulder, tilting my head and matching her gaze.
“Of course,” I say innocently, as though it’s obvious. A smile flits across Paige’s face. She curls her fingers, ever so slightly, and I gasp, my hips stuttering. “What’d you dream about last night, ma?” She asks, her voice deep with desire.
“Riding you,” I moan out, pleasure wracking through my whole body. “Mm, riding what? My pussy?” She encourages. I nod, biting my lip harder and smiling, my eyes rolling back. “Yesss, Paige, love r-riding your pussy,” I whine. “Bet you fuckin’ do,” she groans, flipping me over and driving her fingers into me hard.
I moan loudly, keening out a high-pitched whine as she fucks me deep and slow. “God, you take it so well. You hear that, ma?” She goes quiet for a second so I can hear the sound of her fingers squelching in and out of me. “Fuck, baby,” I whine, bucking my hips. I feel my orgasm approaching, and Paige centers her head between my legs, attaching her mouth to my clit and kissing all over it.
“Taste so good, fuck,” she groans.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Most perfect pussy in the world.”
“Oh, Paige, yesss.”
“Always ready to take me, always so fucking good for me.”
“I’m so close-” I cut myself off with a moan.
She grins into my pussy.
“Come on my face, baby. Come all over my fingers, wanna taste it so bad. Wanna feel you so bad, please, baby,” Paige babbles mindlessly as she fucks me harder, my body jerking with each thrust, hips stuttering as I grind down against her mouth.
A guttural moan tears itself from my throat as my back arches off the bed and my orgasm roars through me. My thighs clench around Paige’s head as I fall back against the bed, a stream of curses flying from my mouth as I writhe against her and fingers and tongue coax me through it.
“You got it, ma. Yes, exactly like that. You did so perfect for me. Made me so fuckin’ proud,” she murmurs soothingly.
I pant against the bed, my chest shining with sweat, and drape an arm over my eyes. “How are you better at that every single time?” I demand breathlessly. Paige crawls back up my body, kissing me deeply, making me taste myself. “Simple,” she mumbles fondly.
“I just try to make you come harder than you did the last time.”
Warnings: mirror sex (strap), mention of self image issues
Summary: you’re feeling insecure, but Paige wants you to see what she sees.
A/n: thanku to the anon who requested this 😛 this is a short one, sorry! Been working thru some writers block.
“LOOK IN FRONT OF YOU.” She says, one hand leaving your waist and gently finding your jaw, moving your gaze towards the glass mounted on your wall.
It’s a decent piece, you remember going out to buy a mirror for your apartment and coming across this one. Your friends always loved to take pictures in front of it, but as time went on you found yourself avoiding your reflection altogether. Sometimes it was better that way.
Still, Paige wouldn’t let that slide. She just couldn’t wrap her head around your doubts about your appearance.
“Don’t you get it?” She grumbles, one of her fingers circling your lips before entering your mouth, to which you eagerly suck. You’re on your hands and knees in front of the mirror, and Paige is kneeling behind you. Her length is just teasing your entrance. “You’re so pretty.”
You can’t help but cringe at her compliment. There’s no doubt in your mind that it’s genuine, but it had been so hard to agree with her words these days. Maybe something about the weather, the workload at school, the thousands of girls in your girlfriends comment sections, the mirror that always reflects something unworthy.
“Shut up.” You mumble under your breath before letting out a gasp at her grip. Her hands once soft against your jaw now manhandling your face, forcing you to stare dead at your reflection.
“Do you see anything wrong here?” Paige whispers, not letting you answer and instead physically shaking your head no. “Cus I don’t.” And with those last words she enters you, smooth and natural from your arousal. You let out a hum at the feeling of Paige filling you up and she cracks a smile.
“I love that face.” She utters, leaning over your back. Her hand leaves your face and her arms are now on either side of you, caging you under her. This position only eases her in further, causing you to arch your back.
Her head is by the crook of your neck, the sight of her blue eyes watching you in the mirror make you squirm.
“It’s all I think about.” She adds, her breath fanning your ear. She’s not moving despite the arch of your back just aching for friction.
“Please, P.” You whine, moving your hips.
“Don’t move.” She says, dangerously curt. You obey her with much reluctance simply because her expression is so serious.
“I want you to see what I see.” Paige mumbles, tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I don’t know how I can do that though.”
She rises up, releasing you from her cage before her hands find the bone of your hip. Her strap slips out for a moment before her hips snap and it fills you again, inciting a moan from your mouth. “All I can say is—” she starts, beginning to find a rhythm against your body. “—that you’re perfect.”
“Just stop.” You groan; a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. Her words both rile you up and make you want to hide.
“Can’t. Even if I wanted to.” She grins. You look up to meet your reflection and are surprised to not be disappointed.
With every thrust from the blonde behind you your body moves almost mesmerizingly. Your hair is tousled just right, your lips dawn a freshly kissed plump. The sight of her hands strong on your skin as if she’d rather die then let go, the vision of her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes dart from your fucked-out expression to her purple strap being enveloped by your pussy, it’s something that will be burned into your memory forever.
“See it?” She huffs, bucking into you and relishing at your hooked expression. “D’you see why I think you’re perfect?”
“I see it.” You manage to whine out, the sensation engulfing you fully. It’s true, what the mirror portrays is perfect. You and her together. Her absolutely folding at the sight of you, at the feeling of your walls sucking her in, at your glassy eyes glued to the reflection, head tilted just right, ass moving with every motion of Paige’s hips.
“Good.” She says, biting her lip as her eyes meet yours in the mirror.
