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[darlingofthecrypt]

i would love a one shot with subtop ellie who’s super needy and whiny, like constantly asking “am i doing it right?” during it 🫦

sub!ellie truthers… my blog is the blog for u

i was gonna get to requests after i finished my fic but this one was too good to ignore

wc: 2.3k

cw: smut below the cut! ellie x afab!reader, established relationship, drinking, 'mommy' is said twice sorry if you hate that, loser!ellie (my baby)

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Ellie’s hands are all over you the second the front door closes. “Fuck. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” She whines, pressing you against the wall in the foyer, not wasting a single second as she presses sloppy, drunken kisses down the side of your neck.

“Yeah, baby?” You tease. You’ve always been the one in charge, but she is so eager to please you tonight after a few tequila sodas.

She kisses up your neck, biting your earlobe gently. Her hot breath in your ear makes you shiver. “Let me take care of you.” She whispers, her voice deep and sultry.

Ellie whines as you pull her closer and press her hips into yours.

“You gonna take care of mommy?” You ask, teasing her. She stops her kisses on your neck, you can feel her smile against your skin.

Ellie pulls back to give you a drunken, cocky little smirk. Her cheeks are burning red from your teasing. “Yes, mommy.” She laughs before kissing your lips softly, slowly, like she has all the time in the world.

She unbuttons your top with ease as she kisses you, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it hit the floor. She pulls back from the kiss to look down at you. “Oh my god.” She groans, bringing both of her hands up to squeeze your breasts over your lace bra. “You wore this for me? So fuckin’ pretty.” She murmurs, breathlessly.

You smile at how pathetic she gets every time you undress, like she hasn’t already seen you naked a thousand times before. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” You say, sternly, already missing the feeling of her lips on your skin.

“Mnh, so mean.” She jokes, bringing her lips down to your collarbone, leaving small bruised spots along your skin as she reaches to unclasp your bra. She takes a moment to pull back and quietly, drunkenly admire your bare chest. She gently rubs her fingertips over one of your nipples, watching it harden. “You’re perfect.” She whispers. You blush.

Ellie slowly sinks to her knees at the sight of you half undressed for her. Her breath catches in her throat as your legs naturally start to spread. “So beautiful.” She praises, grabbing your legs and placing a firm kiss on your inner thigh.

You run your fingers through her hair. “I like you on your knees for me.”

She leans into your touch like she’s desperate for it. “I’ll stay here as long as you want— ‘til you tell me to stop.” She says huskily, reaching up your skirt and hooking her fingers around your lacy thong, pulling it down slowly, carefully, like she’s unwrapping an expensive gift. She’s drunk and flustered and you still make her so fucking nervous.

She helps you step out of your panties, shoving them in the pocket of her pants with a smirk. Her hands slide up your skirt again, whining at the sight of you bare for her. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Don’t know what I did to deserve this.” She mumbles against your thigh, leaving soft kisses.

Your legs twitch under her touch. “Don’t leave me waiting.” You say, pressing your back harder against the wall for support.

Ellie’s hands slide up to your backside, squeezing. A whimper escapes her lips as she finally leans in to taste you. “So fuckin’ good.” She mumbles against your aching core, before dragging her tongue against you again. The pleasure of your sweet and saltiness on her tongue makes her dizzy.

You nearly double over at the feeling. “Ellie—“ you moan.

“Am I doing it right?” She asks, shyly. Her thumb replaces her tongue, rubbing soft circles against your clit as she looks up at you to speak.

“Good— keep going.” You choke out.

“Just good? I can do better than good.”

“Y-yeah. Fuck. Bedroom. Now.” You say, your eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep control, but the sight of her all needy and eager to please between your legs is making you lose composure.

Ellie stands up, still unsteady on her feet, grabbing your waist for balance. “Whatever you say, baby.” She slurs playfully, pulling you towards your bedroom. She slides her hands under your skirt again as she guides you, still drunk and stumbling but too turned on to care.

“How do you want me?” She asks, used to you being the one calling all the shots.

A smirk creeps onto your face. “You tell me. You’re in charge tonight, remember?” You tease, sliding your hands under her shirt.

Ellie shivers, flustered by your words and all the control she has. She guides you down gently onto the edge of the bed. “Want you just like this. On your back.” She stands between your legs, sliding her hands over your body possessively. She lets out a strangled sound, something between a groan and a whimper, as she looks down at you all laid out for her, only in your miniskirt and heels.

She swallows thickly, almost speechless at the sight before her. Until she finally manages to speak. “Jesus, baby. I need you to keep those on for me.”

You giggled at how visibly flustered she is. “You like?”

Ellie nods as she kneels for you again, putting your legs over her shoulders. “I love.” She says, pushing your skirt up even higher. She’s trying to play it cool but her ragged breath gives her away. She kisses up your thigh before licking a firm, long swipe against your folds.

You cry out as your back arches off the bed immediately, she yanks you back down against the bed by your thighs, her fingers dig into your skin to keep you where she wants you. She groans as her tongue circles over you. The sounds you make have her glancing up at you through her eyelashes, hungry for more.

“Fuckkk, listen to you.” She rasps, before taking your most sensitive spot between her lips, sucking lightly. You let out a long, low moan.

She starts to tease you with just the tip of her tongue. You push yourself further down, grabbing her by the hair, practically begging for more. “Don’t fucking move.” You whine, grinding yourself against her tongue.

It’s almost dizzying how fast she can go from confident to obedient again. She does exactly what you say and freezes, letting you work yourself against her tongue.

Her hands grip your thighs tighter, she wants to move so badly but she’d do anything you asked if it pleased you.

She sounds coming out of her are filthy— like she’s the one getting off on this.

“My perfect girl.” You choke out, almost at the edge of your orgasm as she lets you ride her face obediently.

The praise goes straight to her head, her muffled moans cause a vibration on your clit, causing you to finish. You pull her hair even harder as you come apart on her mouth. She takes control again, working you through it slowly, helping you ride it out.

The feeling of your thighs squeezing her head as you finish is heavenly.

“That was good?” She asks, still looking for validation from you as she pulls away, her chin is glistening with your release before she wipes it with the back of her hand.

“Perfect.” You say, breathlessly. “C’mere.” You reach your arms out to her as she climbs over you on the bed, straddling you. She leans down to kiss you again, her tongue slides into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. She can’t help but grind against you, needy for any kind of friction.

You loosen her tie before unbuttoning her shirt. Her chest rises and falls quickly beneath your touch. She sits back up to remove her shirt, tossing it aside.

“Keep the tie.” You smirk, pulling her closer by it. You can feel the heat pool in your lower stomach again as she looks down at you with those swollen lips and hungry eyes.

“Still wanna take care of you.” She mumbles in your ear, still rolling her hips against yours to show you how worked up she is.

“I like you like this.” You whine, rolling your hips along with hers, increasing the pressure.

Ellie lets out a ragged laugh. “Fuck.” She breathes into your mouth before placing one soft, shaky kiss. “You like me like this?” She asks, still drunkenly grinding against you, seeking her own pleasure. “You like me desperate? Then keep me like this.” She whispers.

She’s still drunk, but the way she moves proves how much she loves this. Loves you. Loves watching you get off by taking what you want from her.

“Want you to fuck me.” You whisper.

Your words make Ellie shiver. “Yeah.” Her voice is rough. “Anything you want.” She says, slowly climbing off you to grab the toy. “Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

Ellie takes her time removing the rest of her clothes, besides the tie, of course. She’s still distracted by your heavy stare as you’re lying there looking like a fucking supermodel.

She climbs back on the bed slowly, like she has to think about not stumbling. She kneels on the bed, tightening the harness around her thighs. The sight of her has you clenching around nothing. “Tell me how you want it.” She whispers, lubing the strap.

You back up against the pillows, spreading your legs for her. “Like this.”

“Yeah?” She says, crawling over to you.

“Wanna see your face as you fuck me.” You tease. Her cheeks immediately turn pink.

Ellie positions herself between your legs, lining up the tip of the strap at your entrance.

“Want you so bad.” You mumble, getting desperate and impatient as she takes her time.

“You have all of me, baby. You ready?” She asks.

When you nod she starts to slide the tip in. She moves slow and carefully, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Mhm.” You moan, taking more of her length.

Ellie groans as she pushes in slowly, her hands squeeze your hips, lifting them so she can get in deeper. “So tight, feels good?” She asks. “Can I keep going?”

You gasp at the fullness. “Don’t stop— please—“ you whine, throwing your head back onto the pillows.

Ellie’s skin is burning at the sight of you and the sweet sounds you make. She lets out a soft whine as she fills you completely. She starts moving in and out, slowly, carefully. She presses another kiss to your forehead, your cheek, your nose, anywhere but your lips, knowing she’d get too lost and too distracted in it.

She brings her hands up above your head for more control, moving deeper— faster. The control overwhelms her, she buries her face in the crook of your neck, almost embarrassed, until you start moaning louder, and she knows she’s doing something right. “Fucckkkk.” She mumbles into your skin.

“Look at me.” You demand, sensing her getting shy on you.

Your soft, demanding tone has her head snapping up at your order. Her face is pink and blushed, her eyes are dilated and she’s totally fucking gone for you. “Yes?”

“Look at me when you fuck me.” Your words are a command. There’s nothing soft about them, Ellie always does what she’s told.

Her gaze is hungry as she keeps her pace steady, although the pleasure in your expression has her completely wrecked already. “Look at you, so beautiful.” She whines, slamming her hips into yours. “I need you. I need— need you.” Her thrusts are getting more aggressive as she gets more desperate for the friction of the strap on her clit.

You reach up and grab her hips firmly. You guide her movements to be even harder, even faster. Her thighs tremble as she tries to keep up with the pace you’re setting. “F—fuck.” She cries out, getting way too worked up at the sight of you using her for your pleasure. “Baby— I—“

She can’t even think straight, she just lets you take what you need while desperately trying not to fall apart.

You’re so close. It’s written all over your face. She knows that look.

“I’m gonna—“ you start, dropping a hand from her hip and bringing it to your clit.

“Fuckkkk— yes baby. Let me watch you touch yourself.” She moans, still pounding into you.

“Fuck, baby— I’m gonna—“ You try to speak but the build up of heat in your core is overwhelming. You cry out loudly— too loud. You inhale sharply as your orgasm takes over, your entire body shakes and stiffens with pleasure before relaxing again.

Ellie is still inside you, moving slowly now, touching you like you’re something fragile. “You’re perfect.” She whispers, kissing your collarbone sweetly. She sits up and pulls out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. “Was I good?”

You smile. “Of course. You’re always good for me.” You say, putting a hand between your legs, getting your fingers wet.

Ellie knows the routine by now. She lays her head on your lap like the obedient girl she is, her lips part as you bring your fingers to her mouth, pushing in slowly. Her eyes flutter closed, she moans at the taste of your release against her tongue.

She sucks on your fingers as you move them in and out of her sweet little mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” You praise her as you pull your fingers out, kissing her forehead. “Always so fuckin’ good for me. You’re so beautiful.” You murmur, admiring her.

“Anything for you.” She blushes.

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[3amwbbconfessions]

the way you care

paige x reader

~a/n: ok a few thing- i’m ovulating, if i could inject brent faiyaz into my veins i would, and little old me just wanted to write based on this song okk, (smut w no plot sry) pls listen if you haven’t you’ll be blessed. also i feel like i may have got a req that kind of mirrors this a bit ago so if that’s true hello:))

~contains: fluff, sexual content

~summary: paige cares about you more than anything.

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rain whispers against the glass of paige’s window in a slow, steady rhythm. the sound made the room feel smaller and safer— like it’s even possible to feel safer than with the woman beside you.

paige is sprawled out, half-hidden beneath her thick comforter, the tv across from you casting a pale glow on her face and the entire room. every now and then she lets out a quiet sigh, the sound soft in the dark, and you can’t help but smile into the pillow beside her.

it’d been a long ass week. between shitty weather and much too many obligations between the both of you, it seemed as though the universe wanted to make five days feel like ten, make a task as simple as showing up to work feel like walking into a fifty-six hour shift. however, it was finally over. the only thing in your head space right now was a friday night, no immediate obligations, and paige.

the room smells faintly like popcorn you’d both crushed in ten minutes and cinnamon-vanilla from the candle you’d blown out an hour ago, the sweetness still lingering in the air, mixed with the clean scent of her shampoo that clung to the blankets. everything about the night felt warm— slow in the way only late nights with her ever seemed to be. the kind of night that made the rest of the world disappear.

nights like this always made something inside you soften. maybe it was the rain, or maybe it was simply paige— the way being with her turned even the most ordinary nights into something that felt sacred. there was something almost unreal about the ease of it all, about the way your body naturally sought hers out without thought, as if closeness had become second nature.

your fingers lightly toy with the hem of her shirt, absentminded and affectionate, tracing over the soft fabric where it stretched across her waist. sometimes you still found yourself caught on the same thought over and over again— how someone could make you feel so safe, so deeply known, and still somehow make your heart race every time she looked at you.

paige had a way of making even exhaustion feel romantic. after a week that had wrung every ounce of energy from both of you, this— her body warm against yours, her thumb brushing slow circles into your side, the quiet rise and fall of her breathing— felt almost like healing.

an overwhelming sense of warmth and gratitude always filled your chest thinking about how lucky you were to have someone to feel so safe with, so secure and so there for you.

you’re curled into her side, head resting just below her shoulder, one of her arms tucked around your waist beneath the covers, legs tangled and resting together like you were make for each other. her thumb moves absentmindedly over the fabric of your shirt, tracing lazy circles against your hip as she watches your movie, a touch so unconscious and familiar that it made your chest ache with affection.

paige’s attention was split between the screen and the quiet comfort of holding you, of the weight of you on her, but every few moments her eyes drifted down to your face. she always looked at you like that— like she was memorizing you even in the simplest moments, like she still couldn’t quite believe you were there. of course you did the same, always unable to fathom how you got so lucky.

“you comfy?” she murmurs suddenly, voice low and a little rough with sleep, and due to the silence that has settled between you for a bit.

you tilt your head up just enough to meet her eyes, the blue-white light of her flatscreen reflecting in them. “mhm,” you murmur, sleep evident in your voice.

a soft smile touches her lips, sleepy and so full of fondness it makes your stomach flutter, despite the action being so simple. she reaches for the remote on her bedside table and moves to turn the movie off—considering you both had been gradually not paying attention anyway and she knew you’d be turning it off anyway— the background sound finally fading and screen dimming into darkness.

now the room was almost entirely dark, except for the occasional flash of headlights slipping through the rain-streaked curtains that cover her large window.

her full attention is finally on you, not that her mind hasn’t been rewired to always be focusing on you anyway. you adjust then, and she reciprocates the movement, allowing for you bodies to move closer under the covers.

the silence between you wasn’t empty. it was thick with warmth, with familiarity, with all the things that had long since stopped needing words. her hand moved from your waist to brush a strand of hair away from your face, fingers trailing slowly along your cheek before settling there.

“you’re so pretty.” she says it absentmindedly, like it’s as simple and immediate as breathing in and out.

the words hit you softly, but the way she said them made heat bloom beneath your skin. not rushed or teasing, just honest and something so natural.

her gaze dances over your face with something close to reverence, eyes heavy-lidded and adoring. the kind of look that made it impossible not to feel wanted, to feel loved.

you smile, almost shy despite how many times she’s looked at you this way before, and despite the fact that you look at her the exact same way. “you say that every night.”

“because it’s true every night,” she murmurs, low eyes flicking between yours before dropping down, “it’s true every second of every damn day.” her voice drops even quieter, almost swallowed by the rain before she leans in. of course you respond right away— paige’s lips against yours felt as needed as oxygen to your lungs, especially after the day you’d had.

the kiss starts slow, barely there at first— a soft press of lips brushing yours, lingering like you have all the time in the world, which right now you might as well. nothing else mattered but paige. it’s sleepy and sweet, the kind of kiss that belongs to late nights and tangled sheets and being too in love to ever really leave each other alone.

she sighs into your mouth before pulling back for just a moment, just to look at you again. her eyes are heavy lidded, filled with a sleepy kind of need and adoration that made you feel weak.

her hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair as she dives back in and kisses you again, a little longer this time, a little deeper. the softness slowly gives way to something more needy, though it’s still unhurried, open-mouthed and warm, like she needs to savor every second.

despite the softness you’re reciprocating, you can also feel the shift in her breathing before anything else, the way it catches just slightly as you shift closer, your leg brushing against hers with more purpose beneath the blanket. her other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you nearer until there isn’t space left between your bodies. the warmth of her against you is intoxicating, and more need than sleepiness is suddenly swirling between you.

outside, rain still patters with a steady rhythm, the occasional slosh of tires sounding against wet pavement and headlights cutting through the darkness of your surroundings. but inside, everything had narrowed down to this— the warmth of her body pressed impossibly close beneath the blankets, her breath against your lips, her tongue brushing yours slowly, the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath your hands as they slide up and down her toned abdomen— there isn’t anywhere else you’d rather be.

paige pulls back only enough for her forehead to rest against yours, both of you smiling a little, breathless in that private way, eyes low and cheeks a bit flushed.

“i missed you today,” she says softly.

the confession settles between you like warmth, small and tender, but somehow heavier because of how honestly she said it. paige always loved with her whole heart, and in quiet moments like this, you could feel every ounce of it.

your hand lifts to her face, fingertips brushing over the softness of her cheek. “i missed you too, babe.”

a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, sleepy and fond, but there was something else in her expression now— something quieter, deeper, “wish i could glue you to my hip or sum, hate not being near you.” her eyes move over your face like she’s searching for every little reaction, every flicker of feeling you give her.

then her lips find yours again. the kiss lingers, still slow like before but almost more sensual now, like beneath that softness was a quiet kind of hunger that was quickly coming to the surface. paige kisses you like she never wants to stop, like every second apart from your mouth had been too long, and you can’t help but stay like this for a while— mouths sliding against each other like you needed it to live.

her fingers slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as she tilts you closer, deepening the kiss more, just enough to make your breath catch a bit. you shift closer instinctively, arms wrapping around paige’s neck, and the soft sound she lets out against your mouth makes your stomach tighten.

it was just a quiet, breathy sound, almost involuntary. but it told you everything.

you pull back this time just enough to look at her. her forehead still rests against yours lashes low over eyes that had gone impossibly darker in the dim light.

“you’re so perfect, ma,” she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. she can’t help but stare at your plump lips, matching the way hers are slick from your kiss, “can’t get enough of you.”

the way she says it made your chest ache. not because it was dramatic, but because it sounded so genuine. like in this sleepy little room, with rain tapping at the windows and the blankets tangled around your legs, she truly meant every word, and you know she did.

her hand drifts from your hair, fingers tracing slowly down the curve of your neck, over your shoulder, lingering at your waist and dragging down to your lower back. the touch was light, almost absentminded, but every movement felt intentional in the way it made your skin spark beneath her fingertips.

paige loved touching you. almost never in a rushed or careless way, either. she touched you like she was proving every single part of you mattered.

her palm settles against your side, drawing slow circles through the fabric of your shirt as she kisses you, and you can feel her exhale shakily against your lips as you lean into her touch.

that small response from you always did something to her. almost everything you do did something to her. you could see it in the way her eyes softened, in the way her hand tightened just slightly at your waist, like pleasing you was as natural to her as breathing.

“c’mere,” she whispers, warm hands sliding under your shirt now and gently tracing just under your breasts.

her voice was low, warm and husky with sleep and affection, as she gently guides you closer until you’re nearly— and finally— on top of her, bodies fitting together in that easy, familiar way that came from knowing someone so well.

you shift slightly so your chest is still pressed against hers, but knees now bracketing her hips, ass resting just above the very place you were beginning to need most.

the kiss that followed was slower, deeper— a mixture of twirling tongues, licking into each other with hunger, quiet groans from paige’s throat that made your cunt throb. you couldn’t help but rock down onto her, fiening for any kind of friction, and she responds with no hesitation. her hands find your ass, grabbing there and helping you roll down again, tilting her head a bit at the same time before sucking your tongue into her mouth with purpose.

her hands can’t help but wander more now— still gentle, still full of love, but more certain. she lets her touch linger, savoring the feel of you, the way you grip harder at the hair behind her neck before traveling down to feel her waist. a couple times she pauses, just to look at your face, as if your reactions were her favorite thing in the world— and honestly they were.

because every little breath, every quiet sigh, every way you melted into her seemed to make something in her soften and intensify all at once. all she wanted was more of you. more closeness, more softness, more of the sounds only she got to hear in moments like this.

the room felt warmer now, the air thicker with the slow, undeniable pull between you, and neither of you planned to slow it down.

paige’s nose gently brushes against yours, eyes heavy and full of adoration.

“wanna make you feel good,” she whispers, the movement brushing against your lips, “just quick, just wanna feel you.”

the words were so quiet, so intimate, that they seemed to disappear into the dark around you. but the way she looked at you after saying them—so full of love, devotion, and want— made it clear that this was never just about desire.

it was about you. always you.

you hold her gaze for a moment, and the look in her eyes nearly undoes you. it isn’t just want, it’s something deeper than that— something warm and consuming and so full of devotion that it makes your stomach tighten. you’d never get used to it.

your fingers slide into the hair at the nape of her neck, nails lightly grazing her scalp, and the soft sound that leaves her throat is enough to send heat rushing through you.

“yeah?” you whisper against her lips, almost inaudible. her hands tighten instinctively at your hips, thumbs pressing slow circles into your skin where you shirt has risen, itching for it to be discarded.

“always,” she breathes, “lemme love on you for a bit, baby.” the word falls from her lips like instinct.

her mouth finds your jaw then, kisses more intentional, open-mouthed and hot against your skin in a way that makes you let out a soft moan. every touch feels worshipful— like she isn’t simply touching you, but learning you all over again.

paige’s hands drift lower, palms warm and firm where they guide your hips into another slow roll against her, and the quiet groan that leaves her this time sounds almost helpless.

that sound does something to both of you.

the room suddenly feels hotter, the air thicker, every movement heavier with meaning. outside, the rain keeps falling in its steady rhythm, but the only thing either of you can seem to focus on is the growing ache between your bodies and the way paige looks at you like pleasing you is the only thing she wants tonight.

“lemme take care of you,” she murmurs softly, lips brushing your skin between words, the breath of it hot against you.

and the way she says it— so tender, so sure, so in love— makes it impossible not to melt into her. you simply nod in response, wasting no time before removing your sleep shirt, then moving to take hers off, too.

your hands immediately find the warm skin of her stomach before dipping down, placing slow, soft kisses along the underside of her tits. all she can do is stare, eyes heavy lidded and completely in a trance by you. her hands continue to rub up and down your spine, stopping at your hips and squeezing there as she tilts her head to the side, giving you more access to the column of her throat as you suck light marks on the skin.

she hums in satisfaction— the sound almost drowned out by the rain outside— before grabbing your jaw and bringing your mouth back to hers, kissing you with a passion that makes you whimper against her mouth. she lets her other hand wander to your tits, lightly massaging the soft flesh there before releasing your bottom lip with a pop.

“lay back for me, ma.”

you do as she says, wanting to savor the moment, yet growing more impatient with every passing second. the look in her eyes nearly takes the breath from your lungs— full of that same deep, consuming affection she always seems to wear so openly when it comes to you.

paige’s hands slide gently along your sides as she guides you back against the pillows, fingertips grazing over your skin in slow, deliberate strokes that leave warmth when they pass. the blankets shift around you, soft against your legs, while the rain outside continues its steady rhythm, almost like it’s setting the pace for the moment.

she pauses for a second just to look at you. you bite back a smile, cupping her cheeks affectionately, almost encouraging her to continue to where you needed her most.

her gaze drifts over your face, then lower, slow enough to make heat bloom beneath your skin, her eyes glazing over a bit as she takes in the view of your tits. so perfect, and all hers. it would truly never get old.

“so pretty for me,” she murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep and something deeper.

then her lips find your neck. the kisses are slower against your skin, warm and open-mouthed as she moves lower. every touch feels intentional, every brush of her mouth against your skin making it harder to stay still. her hands smooth over your waist, thumbs tracing absentminded circles as if soothing you even while she’s slowly undoing you.

the room feels warmer with every second, and you can’t help but arch toward her when she reaches your tits. she swears she could live here— taking you as far into her mouth as she can, licking up to your hardened nipples before twirling her tongue around the area, the sound of her soft moans vibrating against your skin and eyebrows furrowing in concentration— feeling just as much pleasure from it as you are.

your fingers twist lightly into the sheets as she presses one last lingering kiss to your chest before placing another one lower, then another, taking her time in a way that makes the waiting almost unbearable. but somehow that’s what makes it better.

with paige, it never feels like impatience. it feels like being adored.

she finally reaches the waistband of your shorts, fingers hooking there for just a moment as if even now she’s forcing herself to slow down.

when you look up at her, the sight nearly makes your breath catch, simply from the look of her— lips are kiss-swollen, hair tousled from your fingers running through it, and her eyes dark and heavy with want, softened only by the affection that never seems to leave them when she looks at you.

she pauses, gaze flicking up to your face, searching you the way she always does, as if to read you. to make sure every inch of you is still with her in this moment.

there’s something almost unbearably tender in the way she takes you in, chest rising and falling a little heavier now, like she’s trying to steady herself.

“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” she murmurs, voice rough and low, the words slipping out like they’ve been sitting on the tip of her tongue for too long.

her thumb brushes lightly along the edge of the waistband, just barely ghosting against your skin, and the tiny touch is enough to send a shiver through you, and the reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. if anything, it seems to undo her further. she finally drags the clothing down your legs, the fabric falling somewhere with both your shirts.

a soft, almost helpless breath leaves her as the corner of her mouth lifts, something adoring and almost dazed in the expression. seeing you respond to her is her favorite thing in the world.

“look at you,” she whispers, eyes dragging slowly back up to meet yours, “unreal.”

the room feels impossibly warm now, the rain outside fading into little more than a distant hush beneath the sound of your breathing and hers. paige leans down, pressing another slow kiss to your stomach, lingering there for a moment before looking back up at you from beneath her lashes.

the sight of her like that— completely focused on you, hair falling messily around her face, eyes full of devotion and need— makes your heart pound.

she starts with licking a long, firm stripe from your slit, all the way up to the top of your clit before placing a soft kiss right above it, meeting your gaze once more before she fully gets lost in your pussy.

“best thing i ever fuckin’ tasted, swear,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your puffy clit before she dives back in for good. she licks a few tight circles at your clit before descending back down, lapping at your entrance like she’s been starved for days. you can’t help the moan that rips out of you, forever in awe of how fucking well she undoes you.

the sounds you make always spur her on. she moans loudly against you, the vibration of it making your eyes rolls back involuntarily, hands grasping at her scalp to push her impossibly further into your cunt, and welcomes it, of course.

she hums against you before dipping her tongue into your entrance, nose nudging your clit, tongue collecting your slick and dragging it up and down your clit before dipping right back in. your moans switch from guttural to high whimpers, brain washed of everything except paige.

you’re sure she’s enjoying this just as much as you are, her down eyes rolling back from the taste of you, finger tips gripping into your thighs hard enough to leave marks, an almost continuous hum of satisfaction rumbling from her throat and vibrating through you, all the way up to your ears.

as if you couldn’t have any more pleasure coursing through you, paige lifts from you for only a second, maintaining eye contact before quickly replacing her tongue with two fingers. her brows furrow at the way you clench against her, wasting no time before curling them deeply, enough for your legs to start trembling.

“hear that?” she murmurs, and you do— the sound or your pussy shallowing her fingers paired with the sounds you’re both making is fucking addicting, “best pussy i ever seen, always do so good f’me.”

you simply moan in response, mouth falling slack, the sound catching in your throat when she latches her lips back onto your clit without warning.

the way she’s working at you is relentless— fingers curling and thrusting so fast it’s overwhelming, tongue sucking at you hard before she flattens it, shaking her head back and forth, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

and you can feel you’re there. you both do, considering paige can read you like the back of your hand, gauge how fast you’re about to cum with how shallow your breath gets, how your whimpers come out uncontrollably.

“i’m almos’ there p, don’t stop please.”

you roll against her face— instinctively chasing your high— and paige lets her tongue press with more pressure, fingers following your movements until you let you a guttural moan, which she matches, the sound rumbling against your entrance as your eyes shut so tight you can see figures behind them. maybe it’s fucking heaven.

your climax comes hard, and of course paige eases out of you slowly, lapping at you gently until you’re fully ready to come back down to earth.

“fuck, you’re too good, baby.” it slips out of you before you think about it, though it comes as so surprise to either of you. paige simply huffs out a laugh in response, kissing the inside of your thighs softly before climbing back up, hands rubbing along you sides and mouth sucking openly along your jawline.

“only the best for you, ma,” she rasps out, her glassy eyes meeting yours before finally finding your lips again.

the kiss is impossible slow, tongues sliding and saliva mixing in a way that had you both feeling like you just smoked a blunt. you stay there for a bit, soaking in the feeling of skin to skin, something so comforting it hurt.

it hits you then— you needed to feel all of her. right now. despite the fact paige had just wanted to get you off ‘quick,’ you both knew that’s never how it’d go.

“let me feel you, babe,” is all you need to say, and paige doesn’t hesitate. as much as she only cared about pleasing you, the ache between her legs right now was very there.

wordlessly, you reach for the waist band of her sweats, and she helps you discard of them along with her boxers. she lets you slide her sports bra off, too, and your mouth could never not water at the sight of her— broad shoulder, perfect tots, toned stomach all for you. she was simply intoxicating.

her gaze her heavy on you, mouth hanging open as you latch onto her chest, sucking at her hardened nipples and kissing slowly up her collar bones and to her neck. her grip on the pillow beside your head is almost trembling as she lets out a shaky sigh, struggling to stay upright, before ultimately switching your positions anyway.

the movement is almost clumsy, driven more by need than thought. you’re leaning over her, eyes tracking the way her lips are kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, golden hair splayed around her shoulders. there’s something almost dazed in the way she’s looking up at you, like she’s already far gone.

her hands slide slowly up your sides, palms warm against your skin as they trace the curve of your waist and ribs, lingering there. she can’t help but feel every inch of you.

“god,” she breathes softly, almost to herself, gaze dragging over your face before falling lower, “you’re so beautiful.”

the room feels even warmer now, the air thick with the quiet rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of rain still against the window.

she shifts again, settling herself more comfortably under your legs, fitting both of your thighs together just right, and the closeness alone sends heat rushing through you.

her hands find your thighs next, fingers spreading there, thumbs brushing slow circles into the soft skin as if grounding both of you.

paige’s breathing catches and you can feel it in the way her body stills for half a second, the way her lips part as her eyes lift to meet yours again, the kind of need and affection that aches.

you lean down just enough for your foreheads to brush, noses grazing, breaths mingling, and for a moment neither of you moves.

her grip tightens slightly at your hips where they meet your thighs as she eases closer, slow enough to drag the anticipation out, her expression softening into something almost helpless when your centers begin to meet.

“shit, let me feel all you, mama.” it’s almost a whisper, a shaky exhale leaving her lips as you lower onto her. the contact is slight at first, barely there, but it’s enough to make her eyes flutter for a second.

she’s fucking soaked, so much so that it takes you a second to align your pussy just right, at directly the right angle you know would make her feel good as fast as possible.

“yeah, put that pretty pussy on me,” she murmurs, already coming undone faster than she’d like— not even because of her own pleasure, either. even now, all she’s thinking about is how you feel, wanting to make this last as long as possible for you.

she looks absolutely wrecked below you— flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, parted lips, eyes dark and glassy with want— and yet there’s still that same tenderness in the way she looks at you. like you’re a trophy on her mantle.

you let out a soft moan as you set your pace against her cunt, sliding slowly, letting your hands meet behind paige’s neck while her grip on your hips tightens. head lolling to the side, eyelids dropping even lower than before, she guides you against her while her own hips roll up to meet yours, and the way your swollen clits are fitting is fucking delicious.

it doesn’t take long for your hips to roll against paige even quicker, more purposeful, all sensitivity from your last orgasm fully gone, your only thought in mind to make her feel just as good as she does you— though it definitely doesn’t take much.

“fuckk.. you’re so fucking good,” paige almost slurs, spreading her thighs wider to deepen the pleasure between you, warm hands traveling down to grip at your ass me now rocking you against her pussy even firmer, even deeper. you let out a whimper as a sharp wave of pleasure shoots through you, and paige wastes no time before reaching you and catching you in a searing kiss.

it’s more of a messy clash of mouths— all teeth and tongue and heavy breathing— but neither of you care, too high off the drug of each other to carry any coordination right now. she breaks off and dips down suddenly, all but dragging her lips down your jaw to place hot, wet kisses on your neck, grip on your hips never faltering despite the way the roll of both your hips is getting more and more sloppy the closer to get to your peaks.

her arms drag up, a bit sweat-slicked from the heat between you before wrapping around your shoulders to hug you closer. she lets out a low groan, the sound muffled by the way she’s dug her face into the crook of your neck, “almos’ there, baby, come with me. know you can.”

the sound of her voice does it for you, your second orgasm ripping out of you with a shaky moan as you melt deeper into paige’s chest, thighs trembling against hers. she’s there with you just a second later with one last buck of her hips, puffy pussy brushing yours as she lets out a dragged out moan, eye brows furrowing and pulling you impossibly closer.

for a moment, neither of you move. the only sounds filling the room are the steady patter of rain still against the window and the shaky rhythm of your breathing, both of your bodies still trembling in the aftermath. paige’s chest rises and falls hard beneath you, warm and damp where you’re pressed against her, her arms still locked around your shoulders like she can’t bear to let you go yet, like you’d want her to anyway.

you stay there, half-collapsed into her, face tucked against the crook of her neck while her fingers slowly drag up and down your spine, soothing and absentminded, like she’s grounding both of you.

paige lets out a breathless little laugh and the sound vibrates against your skin.

“shit,” she murmurs, voice rough and wrecked, lips brushing your temple, “thought you said you were tired, hm?”

you can’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips, lifting your head just enough to look at her— she looks completely ruined beneath you, though surely you match her.

hair tousled around her face, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a deep pink, chest still rising in uneven breaths. her eyes are heavy-lidded, glassy, and so full of adoration that it makes warmth bloom through your exhausted body all over again.

“nah, you were tired,” you mumble, barely able to keep the teasing out of your voice. “i said i was comfortable.”

a soft groan leaves her as she tips her head back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she looks back at you with that same dazed, dangerous smile.

“alright then,” she says, voice low and playful, hands sliding slowly down your back until they settle at your hips. “i hope you don’t think i’m not bouta getchu right again.”

the words settle between you, half-joke and half-promise. the way she looks at you after saying it—a bit tired, wrecked, but still so hungry for you— makes heat stir low in your body again despite the exhaustion.

you laugh softly, shaking your head as your fingers brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

“we’ll see.”

paige’s smile turns softer, more intimate, her thumb tracing slow circles into your hip as the rain continues outside. you lean down to kiss her again, softer this time, mouths still swollen and warm, the kiss lingering in that sleepy haze that always came after this.

but the way her hands tighten at your waist tells you everything— this night is far from over.

[ghstbil]

Soft Mornings

pairing: billie eilish x female reader

warnings: fluff, drabble

a/n: little billie chapter ‘cause I miss her 😔💔

You’d describe your life as absolute heaven. Billie’s blonde hair scattered across the silk pillows, her face buried in her arm that was tucked under her head. Her free arm kept you close to her chest, never letting you have the chance to slip away in the night.

And you lived for it—your body warm against hers in the brisk mornings. The dewy air flowing against your windows, sunlight peaking through the blinds.

Your manicured fingertips grazed her bare arm, trailing down to trace the fairies gracing her hand. Billie slowly stirred, but never fully waking as she buried her face further into the crook of your neck.

“My sweet girl.” You cooed in her ear.

Billie felt your cold breath against her skin. She smiled in her sleep, untucking her head from your neck as she fluttered her greenish-blue eyes open. “Hi, mama.”

“Hey, baby.” You smiled widely already at the sight of her adorable face.

“Mmph.” She hummed a sound, nudging her nose against your shoulder, kissing the bare skin of it. “Feel so warm, babe.”

“Thank you, honey. Did you sleep okay?” You softly traced the shape of her back tattoo.

“Slept like a baby…” She whispered with so much sweetness, so much vulnerability in her voice that it made your heart flutter out of your ribcage.

“Me too.” You giggled a little.

The morning swept up in slow motion. You crawled out of bed, kissing Billie’s lips hundreds of times because she swore she couldn’t wake up without them. With a smile, you found yourself brushing your teeth in the bathroom, a fresh shirt decorating your upper body with Billie’s sweats hung loose around your hips.

Your girlfriend appeared behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder, watching you softly through the mirror. Then she shifted slightly to brush her hair, smoothing out the knotted bits.

The two of you made your way into the kitchen. Prepping breakfast was probably one of your favorite moments of the day. Billie would concoct a new smoothie recipe everyday for you and her to try while you made her favorite waffles, sliced fruit on the side.

Sat at the table, you ate your food peacefully with one hand conjoined with Billie’s. She smiles, kissing the back of it as she stood up, clearing the table of your empty plates.

Throughout the day, you found yourself drifting to Billie even if you didn’t mean to. When she sat in the home-studio, you were sitting in the couch in the background with Shark in your lap. If she was playing fetch outside with the dogs, you sat on the porch awaiting with cups of lemonade.

By the end of the night, Billie pulled you into her lap, letting your head fall against her shoulder as she put a random movie on for you to watch. Her lips met your neck softly, planting sweet kisses along your delicate skin.

“Mmm, love you so much, baby.” She murmured in that whispered tone—needy and loving.

“I love you more, precious.” You cupped her face with one hand, meeting her lips with gentle ease.

[kittywrites11]

ꫂ᭪݁ PROMISE, BABY

orange shirt!abby giving you strap for the first time ˖‪‪❤︎ ︎‬ིྀ

part 1 here ♡

— ˳✧༚ content warnings -> college au, established relationship, switch!abby, switch!reader, nerdy!abby, use of a strap-on (r!receiving), strap-on referred to as cock & dick, use of pet names, blowjob (a!receiving), face fucking (r!receiving), mention of fingering (r!receiving), slightly innocent abby, spit kink if you squint, pussydrunk!abby, overstimulation (r!receiving)

— ˳✧༚ word count -> 2.2k

minors, do not interact <- 𓈒𓏸.°•

abby’s first time giving you strap is clumsy but educated. she’d referred to her best friend, ellie, and the internet to get a sense of what she was supposed to do with a harness around her waist and a dildo at its end.

she’d wanted to surprise you for your six month anniversary with a different kind of night. you’d just come home from the adorable diner she’d taken you to. she’d made you feel like a princess and completely swept you away, with amazing food and a sunset walk afterwards. but, in the back of your minds, you’d been equally feral for each other, and it’d all come out the second you got through the door to your dorm.

abby’d had you in several positions while she fingered your aching cunt, but, god, it wasn’t enough. she wanted to be inside you, make you stretch around her cock. show her all the dirty thoughts that’d been rushing through her all night.

after what was already your fourth orgasm, abby pulled away and got up, making you whimper with the loss. you sat up yourself, taking note of her nervous, almost anxious expression. “babe? is everything—?”

“can you close your eyes?” abby blurts quickly, like she was desperate to get the words off her tongue, and terrified to do so. when she notices your worried expression, she gives you a small smile of reassurance. “it’s not a bad thing. i just…have a surprise for you.”

the clarification calms you, and you sit back in bed, doing as told. “this better be good.”

you hear some rustling for a second, and it sounds like she’s pulling whatever it is from under the bed. you don’t hear much apart from the tightening of…god, what was that noise?

you’re tempted to open your eyes, but abby finishes quickly, because she almost immediately says, “open.”

when you follow her command, your jaw goes completely slack. there stands your nerdy girlfriend in your favorite shirt of hers, with a harness around her waist, and a black dildo at its end.

“holy…abby…” you try to find the words, but they don’t seem to come. all you can think is how good she looks like that, and how adorable she was for keeping this a secret from you.

“i know, it’s…is this weird? i wanted to surprise you,” abby said with a nervous chuckle. she looked between you and her waist, nervous. “i want tonight to be special, baby.”

you didn’t know it was possible to be aroused and soft at the same time. “you’re so sweet, babe, i…” you sit up on your knees then, and even like this, with her standing before you, she’s still so much taller, and, fuck, does it make you weak. “how’d you even think of this?”

“it was with e- ellie’s help- oh,” abby said with a soft groan as your hands trailed up her sides. it was hard to listen when she looked so good like this. your fingers tease her abdomen through her thin orange top, pulling a shiver from her lips. “like what you see, huh?”

“mhm,” you hum. “ellie’s kind of a wild card. bet she suggested you do all sorts of things to me.”

abby chuckled. her hand found its way into your hair, unsure of whether to pull it or play with it. “no. just taught me the basics. what we do tonight, baby, is…up to you. it’s all about you.”

who knew a sentiment so sweet could sound so sultry?

“well,” you hummed. you spit onto the faux cock, pulling a little gasp from the nerd. “figure we need to get it wet before you fuck me, yeah?”

abby smirked at you, and she’d made up her mind: her hand was pulling your hair then, albeit lightly, and tugging you closer. “yeah, baby. we do.”

abby helps you off the bed and onto your knees. you hardly see her from this angle apart from the few times you’ve eaten her pussy—which happens so rarely, because she’s far too obsessed with yours—so it’s always a treat to admire her this way. the prospect of her using your mouth, however, made it all the more heated.

abby had her thumb against your bottom lip while she looked down at you, tongue pressed into her cheek. you looked so beautiful like this, so ready and all hers. “how do you want it, princess?”

“we’ll start slow. see how it goes, yeah?” you respond.

“okay,” abby said with the puppy eyes that always made you melt. “anything for you.”

you don’t waste a second. your lips wrap around the cock, sucking slowly at first. abby watches as if entranced as you swirl your tongue around the tip, putting on a real show for her.

the silicone is foreign against your tongue, but it doesn’t take long to get used to it. besides, it’s not so much the flavor you’re focused on, but the responses your sucking is pulling from abby.

“christ, baby…you’re so beautiful…” abby groans, and you can tell she’s itching to pull you closer. “you look so good like this.”

you let out a flustered laugh, planting your hands on her thighs. “you can do what you want with me, you know.”

abby raised an eyebrow. your comment had left her both confused and intrigued. “what?”

“i mean…” you hum, “you can be a little rough. i don’t mind.”

“i don’t want to hurt you,” abby says quickly. “this is supposed to be a good night.”

“you won’t,” you reassure. “and it is. i can take it, babe. promise.”

that being said, but, of course, gently, abby pushes you down further onto her cock, shuddering like she can actually feel you taking her in. it has to be at least seven inches, you think, as you slide the faux dick down your throat. your head bobs with precision as abby simply stands and watches, completely enraptured by your performance.

“oh, my fuck, you’re so—“ abby whimpers, holding your head in place. you’d comment on the submissive remark, if you weren’t already so busy.

after a few more bobs leave abby practically salivating, her hips suddenly buck into your mouth, making you gag. abby pauses almost instantly, looking down at you with mild concern. “i- is this okay?”

you pull off for a moment, drool connecting to your lips to her now sloppy cock. the sight has her soaking, but she does her best to focus on the matter at hand. “i already told you, babe. more than okay.”

without waiting for a response, you take abby’s dick into your mouth again, and this time, she’s anything but gentle. her hips stutter violently into your throat until she finds her rhythm, bucking in quick but precise thrusts.

you gag at the punishing impact but don’t pull away. in fact, your fingers dig into abby’s thighs, forcing her to fuck your face even deeper. it’s new, and dirty, but, god, does it feel so good.

“you look so pretty sucking my dick, baby,” abby mewled. she was quickly becoming addicted to the sight of your lips wrapped around her like this. “can’t wait ta fill you up.”

you let out a pleasured moan following her words, just as eager as her to be fucked. in the meantime, you look up as abby while she thrusts into your throat, determined to drive her crazy.

your mission wouldn’t take much.

“god, my pretty girl,” abby was mumbling a few minutes later. she pulled you off her cock with a slow pop, collecting the remaining drool from your lips then pressing her thumb against your bottom one once again. “ready to get fucked, babygirl?”

you pull her thumb into your mouth for a second before answering, unable to resist teasing her. “more than ready, abs.”

abby helps you to her feet and lays you flat on the bed, climbing on top of you. you gasp as she pushes her thigh between your legs, pressing a heated kiss to your mouth. “eager, are we?” you tease.

abby chuckled against your lips. “what can i say?” she smirked between kisses. “that might’ve been the hottest thing we’ve ever done.”

“i agree,” you smiled. “you can check my panties to prove it.”

abby smirked and moved back, pulling your legs onto either side of her hips. your casual dress had already been discarded the minute you walked in the door, so all that was left were your bra and panties. abby pulled them down, again, to reveal your soaked folds, begging for her touch. “fucking hell.”

abby pulled your underwear all the way off, discarding it on the floor with your forgotten dress, before settling her hands onto your thighs. “i need to have you, baby. can’t wait anymore,” she whined.

“oh, babe. are you begging now?” you tease, bucking your hips as a tease, making abby gasp with want.

“do i have to? because i will,” abby said a little too quickly. “wanna fuck you so bad.”

you shook your head. your bottom lip’s between your teeth when you answer, “no, you don’t.” i want it just as bad.”

abby sat up eagerly, lifting your legs a little for her own access. she slots her cock between your folds, and the tip presses sinfully against your entrance. “just tell me if it’s too much.”

without waiting for a response, abby pushes into you slowly, the stretch making you gasp. it’s not as long as it is thick, and having it inside you versus sucking it felt entirely different. “jesus christ, abby,” you moan, unable to help yourself.

abby’s hips still, watching your face. “is it too much, baby?”

you shake your head again. “just keep going, babe. i can take it.”

abby’s hips buck forward then, rocking into you with slow but deep thrusts. your back arches just slightly off the bed. you feel incredibly full, but so fucking good.

at some point, abby’s focus drifts away from you and onto her cock. she watches it disappear in and out of you like she’s been hypnotized, and the sight makes you chuckle.

“having fun there?” you tease.

“mmm…mhm,” abby hummed in her daze, as if she couldn’t snap out of it. her hips are rocking a little faster now, and when she hears the pleasured moans that come out of your lips, she takes it as her sign to continue. “god, you look so beautiful like this. gonna get fucking addicted.”

“abby,” you moan as she picks up the pace. “feels so good, babe.”

“yeah? you like that, princess?” abby groaned as she hovered over you. her lips found your neck as she grunted, “am i doing good for you, love?”

you nod a little too eagerly, hands slipping up her shirt to scratch down abby’s bare back. “s- so good, baby. i’m so—“

“i know, doll,” abby cooed, fucking you faster. the nerd in her knew it was impossible, but she could’ve sworn she felt you clenching around her dick, signaling your impending orgasm. “i’m gonna get you there. promise, baby."

abby hits a particularly deep spot inside you and continues to fuck it with pistoning hips. she looks incredible like this, your sweet girl now reduced to a needy mess, desperate to get you off.

your orgasm sneaks up on you when it finally happens, hitting you like a freight train as you clench around abby’s cock with a broken cry of her name. abby’s thrusts slow the tiniest bit as she fucks you through it.

“oh, fuck, baby. you’re beautiful,” abby whimpered. it’s then that you realize, with her hips still moving, that your girlfriend is also trying to get herself off. each thrust rubs against her clit deliciously, and it’s making her crave you more. “sorry, angel, i’m sorry,” she whined.

you can’t be bothered with the overstimulation when you so desperately want her to feel good. “it’s okay, honey. you need this,” you coo. you watch abby pump her cock in and out of your used hole, driving the two of you equally crazy. “cum for me, pretty girl. whenever you’re ready.”

abby presses a needy kiss to your mouth as her hips buck into your cunt, and you could feel a second orgasm on the horizon while she chased her first. “i…baby…oh, f- fuck,” abby whimpered against your mouth.

you held the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. “it’s okay, babe. let go.”

with a loud cry, abby was coming undone, whimpering your name into your neck. you had a firm grip in her hair, which you knew she’d always liked, as she rode out the waves of pleasure. you’d never seen her so pathetic, and, fuck, was it hot.

when she’s completely finished, a panting mess,, abby lifts herself up to look at you, forehead slick with sweat. she wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. not when she was so addicted to the sight of you stuffed full. 

“angel, that was…” she trailed off.

she doesn’t have to say it. “yeah,” you giggled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “yeah, it was.”

abby nodded. she was also trying to reclaim her oxygen. “so,” she eventually gasped. “how was that for an anniversary gift?”

“oh, abs,” you smirked. “fucking perfect.”

the ending is so rushed i got lazy… but i had to finish this for my wife :3 i hope you enjoyed < 3

[scarsw1fe]

fuckkkk

[elliessexygf]

' i had to go into the other room she sent me something and i can't think

about anything else guess it could wait 'til a later date now i'm picturing you and you're

touching yourself ‘

.𖥔 ݁ ˖📞── .✦ 3k . mean!reader, femdom!reader, sub!ellie, masturbation, dacryphilia if you squint, spanking, oral (e + r receiving), mommy kink 😋, strap-on sex (e receiving), hair pulling, choking, men and minors dni!

a/n ⸝⸝ once again wrote this very sleep deprived at 4 am. took me so long cause i would get too shy and had to keep taking tiktok breaks LMAO enjoy.

ellie clenched harshly around her own fingers, her other hand sliding up underneath her (well, your) shirt to play with her perky nipples. the added sensation of rolling her sensitive buds in the pads of her calloused fingers was good, but it wasn’t enough. she whined softly, desperately pumping her ring and middle finger into her soaked cunt as she tried to imagine it was your fingers instead. her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, but as hard as she tries she simply is incapable of  replicating your skilled precision that brings her to tears every time. 

ellie lets out an exhausted sigh, giving up. she’d been at this for who knows how long, unable to make herself cum. she clicks her phone open with a huff, checking the time. it’s so early in the day, and as much as she loves having days off from work she hates being alone for too long. 

the ache in between her legs is difficult for her to ignore. she slides her hand back down, using the same two fingers to gently circle at her throbbing clit. her free hand grabs at your pillow right next to her, covering her entire face with the fabric whilst breathing in your scent. ellie moans into the pillow, grinding herself onto her fingers as she once again tries to imagine you in her place. 

at this moment, an idea pops into ellie’s head. she stops for a second, tossing your pillow aside. without putting much further thought into it, she finds herself with her phone in her free hand. opening the camera app, she angles the phone to show her completely bare, the bottom hem of your shirt between her teeth to keep it pulled up, showing off her cute breasts. hitting record, she brings her free hand back down to pump her fingers into her needy cunt. she lets go of your shirt between her teeth to softly whine, grinding her hips up into her slender fingers.

she’s putting on quite the show. ellie records for a few more seconds before sending it to you, smiling ear to ear. 

you’re at work when you receive the video. it’s not uncommon for ellie to blow your phone up on her days off, so when you received the notification you didn’t think much of it. upon opening up your phone you practically spit your water out. all you saw was the preview and you knew this was one of those messages you had to hide in the bathroom for. 

safe in the confines of the staff bathroom, you open your phone back up to ellie’s video. you can hear the squelching of her fingers pumping into her needy pussy along with her soft moans that are like genuine music to your ears. the way the video is angled you can only see the bottom half of her face, and you watch as she bites her lip and smiles as she fucks herself. you can’t help but also smile, knowing she definitely got a kick out of sending this to you mid-work day and it’s clear in the way she grins in the video. 

she sent another message underneath the initial video:

‘miss u :)’

and that’s all it takes before you’re coming up with a bullshit excuse for your boss to leave work early for the day. you practically speed home, white knuckling the steering wheel as your heart races in anticipation. twenty minutes later, you find ellie in the exact same position she was in when that lovely video was recorded for you. her clit jumps at the sight of you, closing her legs. she had a feeling she got you all worked up, but she actually didn’t expect you to come home so soon. 

“don’t go shy on me now, ellie. show me what you were doing before in the video.” 

ellie’s confidence wavers, suddenly feeling small under your gaze. she hesitantly slides her hand back down between her legs, circling her clit with her calloused fingers. she moans softly, not taking her eyes off of you. her freckled cheeks are flushed a dark shade of pink, biting her lip as she begins to fuck herself thoroughly with her fingers. 

“you really couldn’t go more than four hours without me?” you sit on the edge of your shared bed in front of her, gently running your fingers up her leg which makes her shiver. 

“m-missed you.” she mutters between moans, legs shaking and goosebumps rising as your cold fingers gently stroke up her thigh. 

“you missed me, babe?” you say it in a sweet, yet condescending tone. 

ellie just whines in response, cheeks warming up as she can tell you’re clearly mocking her. you just watch as she fucks herself, her movements growing sloppy as her wrist is starting to wear out.

you can’t take it any more. you only have so much self restraint. especially when it comes to your girlfriend. 

“on all fours.” you simply command, and ellie moves swiftly without any hesitation. she grips at the soft sheets beneath her as if gravity might fail her, trying to ground herself. her back is arched like a cat, her cute cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. she can feel you looming behind her, and it sends a shiver up her spine. you haven’t even touched her yet and she’s shaking like a leaf. 

you gently run your fingers down her back, your touch teasing and light. ellie’s eyes flutter shut, resting her head on her tattooed forearm. your hands gently glide over her bare ass, petting the soft skin. 

“please mommy,” ellie’s voice cracks, going an octave or two higher than her usual speaking voice. her eyes are glossed over, welling up with tears. she’s so desperate for you that she genuinely feels like crying. 

“please what?” you ask harshly, removing your hands from her altogether just to get her worked up. but ellie can’t bring herself to say it. she’s too embarrassed, not entirely used to asking for exactly what she wants when she was usually the one in your shoes in her past relationships. she just whines in response, burying her face in the pillow beneath her. she moans when your fingers grip at her scalp, her entire head pulled back out of the pillow. she shudders as she feels your soft lips graze her ear. 

“i’m not going to ask again, ellie.” 

“please- please fuck me, mommy. please.” she whimpers, breathless as the ache between her legs is growing completely unbearable. you release the grip on her hair and her neck relaxes, looking back at you with pleading eyes. 

“i dunno. i think you’re going to have to work for it.” 

you don’t have to tell her twice. anything to get you to fuck her. 

her eyes never leave you as she crawls toward you standing at the edge of the bed. she remains on her knees as you allow her to remove your skirt, pulling your black lace panties down for you. she’s quick to latch her mouth on your cunt, lapping up your dripping folds as if it were her last meal on death row. 

the sight before you is heavenly. 

ellie remains on all fours, giving you a perfect view of her arched back and cute ass. you grip onto her hair, grinding your hips upward ever so slightly into her mouth. she groans into your soaked cunt, your eyes fluttering shut at the vibration. 

“fuckkkkk ellie. good. good girl. making mommy feel so good.” 

she looks up at you with her cute hooded eyes, making a show of sticking her tongue out and moving her head up and down your slit before shifting the focus back to your puffy clit. it’s a little hard to keep your composure standing up, legs trembling as you feel yourself getting closer. 

you catch a glimpse of ellie sneaking her hand between her legs, getting off on making you feel good. the added vibration of her whining into your cunt is enough to send you over the edge. ellie quickly laps up your creamy release, never taking her eyes off of you for even a second. 

you regain your composure and gently pet ellie’s head as she places soft kisses at your cunt, pleased with herself. 

“did i say you could touch yourself again, ellie?” 

her heart rate picks up, a surge of electricity coursing through her as her tummy flips at your words. she just shakes her head, trembling in anticipation. 

“no. i’m-i’m sorry mommy. i couldn’t help it.” 

“turn around for me.” 

she quickly complies, assuming the position and keeping her back arched for you. she grips at the pillows beneath her, chills running up her spine. her eyes flutter shut as she feels your hands on her ass again, petting the soft skin. 

“dirty girl. making me leave work early just for this. want me to fuck you, hm? you think you’ve earned it?” 

you emphasize your question with several harsh spanks on her ass, smiling to yourself watching the reddening skin jiggle. ellie whines into the soft sheets of your shared bed, white knuckling the fabric. 

“yes! yes yes! please! please, i’ve earned it!” she pants, eyes welling up with tears at the harsh sting on her bottom. her aching cunt throbs, a trickle of her arousal dripping down her thigh. 

“keep begging and i’ll think about it.” you grin ear to ear, continuing on with your harsh spanks as ellie is writhing beneath your hand. she doesn’t even sound like she’s in pain, moaning as if you actually are fucking her. 

“please! please, mommy! please!” she whines, her voice shooting up a few octaves.

“you can do better than that.” 

“please make me feel good, mommy. need you so bad, please!” 

you absolutely adore having her like this. so cute.

ellie pants as you finally give her a breather, looking back at you with tears in her eyes. you grip her hair once more, forcing her head up to be face to face with you.

“pathetic.” 

you harshly let go of the grip on her scalp, climbing onto the bed behind her. you admire your work, ellie’s bottom left a stinging bright shade of red. you place a few soothing kisses on the sensitive skin, trailing down to her dripping cunt. getting into a comfortable position on your knees, your mouth latches onto her sex and ellie nearly screams. she cries out, finally getting the attention from you she so desperately needed. 

her face is buried into the pillows, her moans muffled. she presses her ass more firmly against your mouth, grinding onto your face. the mix of her arousal and your drool leak down the inner sides of her thighs. you pull away for a second, collecting the slick with your fingers and burying them into ellie’s sopping wet cunt. her toes curl as your skilled fingers instantly find her special spot, petting the inside of her rough walls. 

‘fuckkkkkkkk, oh my g- oh fuck-” ellie is just babbling incoherently, legs trembling as she feels herself getting closer to the edge. taking your fingers out, you tease her slit with your tongue once more as you thumb her pulsing clit. you’ve gotten her so worked up it doesn’t take long at all before she cums, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks as she whines loudly. 

you just watch as her trembling frame comes down from the temporary high. you rub her back lovingly before sliding your hand back down to her ass, landing a few harsh slaps once again. 

moving on, you open up your bedside drawer to grab the strap. ellie has a dumb smile on her tear stained face, wiggling her ass side to side as she watches you put the harness on. brat. 

you have ellie lie back onto the soft sheets, your favorite position. stuffing a pillow underneath her hips, she opens her legs invitingly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. she gasps at the feeling of the silicon cock teasing her slit, biting her lips as she softly whines. your soft hands slide up the back of her thighs, smooshing them together and folding her so that she’s nearly kissing her own knees. 

she pants softly, watching you with hooded eyes as you admire the lewd view of her splayed out just for you. she’s nearly crying again as you tease her entrance, only putting the tip in and quickly slipping it out. the sound her dripping cunt makes is like music to your ears, the slick almost popping sound making your head feel fuzzy. 

“please.” she whispers, her lips parted and now swollen from how hard she was biting them earlier. 

“so pretty, els. my pretty girl.” you separate her legs and settle between them, bringing your head down to kiss her lovingly. her legs wrap around your waist, arms wrapped around your neck as she whines into the kiss. you pull back slightly to slowly push the silicon cock into her pulsing cunt, ellie crying out in satisfaction. god, she really needed this. to be filled like this. you bottom out inside of her, not breaking eye contact. she’s crying again, the pure pleasure she’s feeling completely overwhelming her. you grin, wiping her freckled cheeks with your thumb as you begin to move your hips. it was one of those bendable cocks, angled to perfectly hit her special spot with every thrust. 

“my poor baby. you crying? you really needed this, huh?” she just nods desperately, breathless and unable to get a single word out. you pick up the pace, and ellie’s eyes flutter shut as she throws her head back into the pillow. you can see the imprint of the cock moving in her tummy, pressing your hand down. her eyes fly open, her voice cracking as she cries out. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck,” ellie is writhing beneath you, and you can’t help but laugh at how pathetic she looks and sounds. 

“feeling good, babe?” 

“fuck. ye- oh! mommy, that feel- feels so f-fucking good.”

“yeah?” your tone is so condescending, mocking her and mirroring how high pitched her voice is right now. she just nods, letting out broken whimpers. your pace is unforgiving, the headboard slamming against the wall. your neighbors definitely hate you.

 you bring your hand up to wrap around ellie’s sensitive neck, squeezing the sides of her soft skin to anchor yourself as you piston harshly into her. her hands wrap around your wrist, gasping. her slick coats the base of the cock, the creamy substance dripping down onto the sheets. 

she’s close. you can always tell when ellie is about to cum. she’s usually ridiculously loud, but once she feels that familiar warmth flutter in her lower belly she goes quiet. her lips parting into a cute ‘o’ shape, eyes fluttering shut as she puts all her concentration on how good you’re making her feel. she grips at your back, no doubt leaving scratch marks. she lets out the most pathetic cry, voice cracking loudly as her entire body is wracked with her intense orgasm. her toes curl, entire frame trembling. you just watch her in awe, slowing your relentless pace down to savor the moment. her cunt pulses and clenches around the silicon cock, her chest heaving. 

ellie looks up at you with a dumb, satisfied smile on her pretty face. she pulls you down to relax your frame on top of her, skin to skin. you just lay there together for a second, catching your breaths. you pull yourself up slightly and ellie gently grabs your chin, connecting your soft lips together. it’s a sweet, intimate kiss. a stark contrast to how rough you were with her just a moment ago. 

you pull away, ellie’s hand coming up to push your slightly damp, sweaty hair out of your face lovingly. you took that small moment together to regain stamina. the silicon is still buried deep inside of her, and you begin to rock your hips into her once more. slowly, softer this time. you feel her breath on your face as she whimpers, wrapping her arms around your neck. you lean back down, capturing her lips into a searing kiss. it’s sloppy, but sweet. you keep the same, torturous pace. she whines into the kiss, overstimulated. pulling back, you just watch her in awe as she revels in the pure pleasure. 

“good?” 

“mhm, yeah. so fuckin’ good.” she whispers, gripping at your back once again. it doesn’t take long for her to cum once more, tears streaming down the sides of her face. it was sweet. so sweet. you love making your precious girl feel like this. 

she whimpers as you pull out, looking down at the ridiculous mess she made all over your freshly washed bedsheets. 

“go pee, babe. i’ll take care of this.” she nods and slowly gets up, legs trembling as she goes to relieve herself. you quickly remove the sheets and toss them to the side, figuring you’ll take care of that later. you’ve just finished putting a fresh comforter on just as ellie comes back out of the connected bathroom. you lift the blanket just enough for her to climb back in, and you follow after her. 

you have her sitting up, handing her your water bottle and you watch as she chugs the cold liquid, her throat slightly scratchy from all that noise she made earlier. setting the bottle back on the nightstand, she’s quick to latch onto you like a koala. her head rests on your chest, right arm draped across your tummy as your legs tangled together. you rub her back lovingly as the exhaustion threatens to take hold. you can feel her breath tickle your neck, looking down at her slightly. she’s already knocked out, and you just smile to yourself, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax.

you sure are happy you ditched work early today. 

(side note the “as if gravity might fail her” line made me curious to look up if that apple fr hit newton on the head and apparently that’s literally a myth. im mad as hell)

[scarsw1fe]

oh my god

[trningb1ue]

in your pants

➤ SMUT

★ synopsis: you go to a party with your friends and not long after you get there, you meet billie. you two begin to talk only to realize she wants one thing: to get in your pants.

★ contains: billie g!p, drug usage (just weed), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praising, hair pulling, light spanking (this is genuinely so long im sorry but its so perfectly detailed its worth it trust :P)

★ pairings: frat,fuckboy!billie x sorority,easy!reader

⤷ top,switch!billie x bottom,switch!reader

your friends had dragged you along to this stupid frat party because they were invited by their dumb frat boyfriends. yes, you were a sorority girl, but you didn't go out and party like they did. or hook up with the frat guys like they did. hell, you don't even really like guys. you were just here for the weed and to make sure all your friends were being safe. unfortunately, you were also deemed the designated driver on the way to this fuckass party.

the bass thumped deep in your chest as you flowed through the crowds of people, your vision almost frame by frame with each movement. you had pregamed a little before you came but now you were searching for somewhere to smoke the joint that was practically burning hot in your pocket.

after what felt like an eternity of searching you finally find a spot upstairs on some balcony. you hadn't walked through the master bedroom, since it was locked, but this house was huge and rich so basically all the bedrooms upstairs were the master bedroom.

unsteady fingers pull the joint out of your pocket before bringing it up to place it in between your lips. then, you pull out your silver lighter and bring that up to your mouth, lighting the joint and taking in a large inhale. the taste of smoke and weed coated your tongue as the drug filled your lungs. you couldn't help but cough a little but you quickly shook it off as you leaned over the rail.

your eyes scanned the large amount of people below as they danced, talked, drank, smoked, made out. it was interesting to you to quietly take in what people do at parties. more than half the men were douches and unfortunately, half the girls were fake and bitchy. you began to think about how you really weren't for this lifestyle before a deep but feminine voice brought you back to reality.

"yo, can i hit that?" you turn around and stop dead in your tracks, jaw falling slightly open at the girl in front of you. her hair was a faded teal, which brought out her bright blue eyes perfectly. full eyebrows and long lashes, a perfect button nose underneath with a highlighted exclamation point running down it. to complete her already seemingly flawless face were her full, pink lips that were pulled into a soft smirk. her outfit fit her perfectly too.

long, black basketball shorts that went to her knees with a very oversized grey tee. the shirt had rhinestoned letters on it but you couldn't really read it because they were slightly covered by the large grey hoodie she had loosely drapped around her shoulders. around her neck were chains, many chains. all silver and thick and jingled when she moved her head. to match the jewelry on her neck were a few bracelets on each wrist, as well as a chunky silver ring placed on each finger.

and her voice. it was the kind of voice that stays in your ear, the kind you never forget. it was low and somewhat raspy and embarrassingly enough, had already turned you on.

"yeah," you breathe out, trying to play it cool, but your throat is now extra dry. the girl comes and stands next to you, fingers brushing as she carefully takes your joint from you.

"you supposed to be up here?" her voice fills the silence between you, smoke curling out of her mouth and nose as she talks. you can't help but intently watch while butterflies bloom in your stomach and eventually fly to lower places.

"i dunno, am i?" you shrug casually as you take the joint back. neither of you say anything as you take a long hit which is unfortunately followed by a couple coughs.

"easy," she chuckles lowly, reaching out for it again. you pass it but you turn your cheek the other way to hide your blush. and your obnoxious cough. it only lasts for a second more before subsiding into quick breaths. not wanting to miss the incredibly hot sight of her smoking, you turn back to watch her. "shits good."

"it's alright," she finally looks at you, taking you in with eyes that are lowering with want the longer she stares. her gaze starts at your face but slowly drops down to your low-cut, black, lace top that hugs your figure in ways that starts to cloud her judgement. her eyes linger heavily on your leather miniskirt that is also hugging your figure and extenuating your legs.

"you here with anyone?" her tone is now much different, almost seductive. the question alone was nothing special but the way she said it, the way her body turned more towards you, made a shiver run down your spine.

"just my friends," you simply say. there was not much more to be said and you knew that this girl didn't want much small talk. the air, as well as her demeanor, had now shifted to something more charged and thick. "i'm y/n, by the way."

"billie." the name fits her in every way possible. you began to get lost in the thought of how perfectly her name fit her and how could it would sound falling out of your mouth in a mo— "you want this shit back?"

"oh, s-sure sorry," you stammer, cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. now trembling fingers take the joint back before you nervously take another hit. the weed wasn't really soothing your nerves like it had been before, it seemed to be amplifying it.

billie, on the other hand, was now somehow calmer and more collected. she felt more confident, smoother, amongst other things that she really wants to act on. the longer she stares at you, the more she wants to kiss you. it was slutty, whore-ish even, but you were so damn pretty she couldn't help it.

"you in a sorority?" she asks lowly while taking a subtle step towards you. you can feel her gaze burning into the side of your face but you're way beyond nervous and can't handle looking at her.

"yeah, but i don't...this really isn't my scene." no one really notices but your voice is shaking slightly. you decide it's enough of the joint for now so you put it out before tucking it into the thin strap of your top. billie watches with lidded eyes, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. "are you like, in a frat or something?" the statement was a joke but you wouldn't be surprised if she was. she gave off that energy.

"yeah, or something." she chuckles again with a small smirk. now, your body is facing hers, practically eye fucking her back. it feels like the weed is finally hitting you, mind and body relaxed as the world seems to narrow to just billie in front of you. "your shits hitting good as fuck right now." her laugh echoes into your ears and man is it just about the most attractive thing you've ever heard.

"i think it's just hitting me," a giggle escapes your lips while you subconsciously take a micro-step forward. your chests are now almost touching and her arm is resting against the railing at your side. billie's fingers are practically twitching to move and cup your waist but she waits patiently.

"i lowkey wasn't done with it," billie murmurs, looking down at where it's tucked snugly under your tops strap. she can't help but let her eyes wander a little lower, something stirring in her pants the longer her gaze lingers.

"then grab it," you breathe out. her eyes snap back up to yours, something like lust burning deep in her irises. your gaze staring up at her through your lashes is almost too much and she can feel a slight strain in her boxers. "go on, take it."

her hand slowly comes up to take the joint from its place, fingers gently brushing your chest at first before fully coming in contact with your smooth skin. they linger on the swell of your breast for just a moment before they wrap around the joint and take it back.

"lighter?" billie practically hums, holding out the same hand in expectation. her eyes tail down to watch you dig in your pocked for the lighter, again her gaze trailing to places that were causing very naughty thoughts to pop into her head.

your fingers skim her palm as you place the shiny lighter there while you take another step forward. this allows your chests to brush briefly which has both of you biting your bottom lip. the eye contact is so intense that you sober would have backed down. but you high had your confidence peaking as the two of your flirted with simple looks.

billie turned her head slightly so she could light the joint again, her hands brushing your chest as they came up, before placing the lighter on the railing. her right hand came up to hold the joint as she inhaled, her left hand twitching at her side. she wanted to touch you so bad, she wanted in your pants more than anything, but she held out, waiting.

there was no words exchanged between the two of you, just looks. the communication with just your eyes was clear. it was so clear that the next moment happened to flawlessly it had you practically moaning.

billie's left hand camp up to cup under you chin as she leaned forward. your lips were already parting, your hands lifting to gently rest on her upper arms. her lips were next to part before she blew the smoke into your mouth. your body buzzed with excitement when you felt her lips brush yours and you wanted nothing more than to close the gap. but billie wasted no time in doing so.

fingers curled into the sleeves of her hoodie as her perfect lips came in full contact with yours. the kiss was simple at first but billie then tilted her head to the right, deepening the kiss roughly. her tongue swiped at you bottom lip and you didn't hesitate to part your lips, allowing her tongue to slip into your mouth.

behind you, her hand was searching for the ash tray. once she found it and the joint was put out and not in her fingers, her hands were on you. the gripped your waist, sides, lower back, her hunger getting more and more apparent with each pass.

"i'm tryna fuck," she breaths out with a chuckle as her hands slip down to rest over your covered ass. a small groan sounded from the back of your throat at the touch. you weren't into hook up culture and you definitely weren't used to letting strangers fuck you but something about her made you forget all of that.

"so fuck me." you whisper against her lips and that was all it took before billie's leading you across the room and sitting manspread on the edge of the large guest bed. she tries to guide you into her lap but you remind her you need to go close and lock the door. once that's done quickly, you're climbing into her lap, hands on her shoulders for balance.

billie's hands are digging into your hips as she guides you down to grind against her lap. your mouths clash feverishly, connecting over and over again until the kisses are basically all tongue. the more you grind down, the higher your skirt raises until its barely covering anything in the back and fully exposing your red, lacy thong in the front.

"god damn," billie says breathlessly as her hands snake around to palm your now exposed ass. if she wasn't rock hard before, she was definitely now and she was desperately trying to get your clothed pussy to grind against her bulge. once it did, you gasp loudly, pulling back from her slightly.

"billie," your eyes search hers for a moment. she pauses, face full of worry before quietly asking is that okay? you don't answer her verbally but rather with your actions. her hoodie is quickly torn off by you as your mouths connect again, hips coming down harder this time.

billies hands are now drifting higher and higher up your thighs until her right hand is slipping up underneath your skirt. she pauses there to see if you tell her to stop and when you don't, she gently runs her two fingers over you clothed entrance.

a moan is released from her mouth into yours as she feels your wetness through your very damp panties. struggling to kiss back, you tangle your hands in her hair as she teases your core with such control it sends your head reeling. moments pass and eventually billie is doing what you desperately need her to do, pulling your thong to the side and sliding the pads of her fingers through soaked folds.

"good lord," she remarks against your lips as she collects enough wetness to rub tight circles on your swollen clit. your eyes shut involuntarily as your body shudders. you don't stop kissing her and she doesn't stop kissing you, swallowing each little moan that accidentally slips from your mouth.

your hips buck against her touch until she's giving in and teasing your entrance with the tips of her ring and middle fingers. once her digits are fully pushed in and curling perfectly against your spot, your arms are wrapped around her shoulders, with your head dropped onto her left one. her left arm slithers around your waist so she can massage and slap at your ass, basically grinding your hips down so you're riding her fingers.

a lewd whine leaves your lips as her fingers curl deep in your canal, rubbing against every spot that feels phenomenally good. her rings create a cool contrast against your entrance that both feels good and keeps startling you at the same time. billie begins to leave sloppy kisses on your neck as she works you, enjoying the feeling of her fingers buried knuckle deep in your wet pussy. but she wants more. and you do too.

without any warning, billie flips you both so she's hovering over you while you lay sprawled out on your back. lips collide again as clothes come off, article by article until you're naked underneath her. you go to take her shirt off but she stops you so you respect it, leaving the shirt on.

"jesus you're fuckin' perfect." her voice is impossibly lower now, lust and need practically consuming her. a blush creeps its way up your neck and across your cheeks while you try to bite back a smile. "are you on birth control?"

"yeah, the pill." you whisper, draping your arms around her shoulders. she nods in approval before placing one hand on your side, the other holding herself up by her fist near your head. her head drops so she can watch herself run her very red, swollen tip through your slick folds. the sight alone was enough to make your pussy clench around nothing.

"thighs all the way back, baby." billie is already panting, her eyes locking with yours and they're wild but heavy. you do as she says, lifting your thighs and immediately the hand that was on your side goes to the back of your thigh. then, she starts to slowly push herself in.

she keeps eye contact so she can watch for discomfort but what she sees makes her almost blow her load right then. your eyebrows furrow in a mix of pain and pleasure, your jaw falling open as your back arches. the feeling of being this stretched out is new to you and it hurts but in the most pleasurable way. her large cock slips in with ease, quickly getting soaked with your fluids.

billie moans lowly as she can feel every ridge of your pussy, the whole thing clenching around her as you adjust to her size. with a gentleness that you know won't last long, she bottoms out, her tip hitting against that sweet spot deep in your canal. you cry out in pleasure, nails biting into her shift, thighs trembling slightly.

"feel good already?" she asks, her tone almost malicious as she drops her mouth to be right next to your ear. you just nod with a whimper, eyes unable to stay open as she begins to move in and out slowly. you can practically feel every vein in her dick as she fucks you so slowly its beginning to drive you crazy.

"faster billie," you whisper so quietly that billie barely hears you. her hand moves to rest on the top of your thigh as her pace quickens slightly, her thrusts still shallow. nonetheless, the feeling of her sliding in and out so easily, brushing your g-spot and rubbing your entrance, is enough to have you gasping and cursing in her ear.

pleasure spreads through billie's limbs like a wildfire, senses being taken over by the feeling of her sensitive member being enveloped in your slick heat. she can feel her tip just barely brushing your sweet spot so she sits up slightly to allow herself to thrust deeper.

her chains dangle in your face and you can see her assumingly large tits bouncing under her shirt with each thrust. the sight turns you on beyond imaginable, causing your pussy to flutter around her thrusting cock.

"your pussy feels so good," billie husks out as she bites back moans. you weren't sure why she wasn't being vocal but you didn't like it. being relatively quiet was important, but not that quiet.

"let me hear you," you gasp out, one hand going to rub your clit to enhance the pleasure. billie's gaze is now darting between your bouncing tits and you touching yourself, low groans and pants flowing from her parted lips like a liquid.

"yeah touch yourself," her voice is breathy and low, fueling you more. your pussy clenches again and this time billie's head flies back, grip on your thigh tightening hard. "just like that."

another moment of this passes before you're being flipped again, this time face down, ass up. one of her warm hands gently presses between your shoulder blades to keep you down, the other gripping your hip. her rings again create a cool contrast against your warm skin, causing you to break out in goosebumps. your arms are out in front of you as your cheek is pushed into the mattress.

magically, billie hadn't pulled out. she flipped you and kept thrusting like the position never changed. except this angle felt a million times better. her tip repeatedly slammed against your spot which left you a moaning mess underneath her. her dick twitched inside of you, growing so sensitive she could barely take it.

she watched her cock disappear into you over and over, also mesmerized by your ass jiggling each time it hit her pelvis. an almost predatory urge came over her and before she knew it, her hand was tangling into your hair, pulling just the right amount. she begins to pull you back on her cock roughly which causes you to moan louder into the mattress.

"take my goddamn dick baby," billie huffs, landing a harsh smack to your ass. your body jolts forward at the impact as you yelp out but you enjoy the roughness. your eyes roll almost to the back of your skull as nothing but white hot pleasure spreads through your lower half and stomach. "good girl, good fuckin girl."

another smack to your ass. the feeling of her dick rubbing against all your walls and filling you up has you practically quaking underneath her. "you fill me up so good billie," you whine. "you're so fucking big, you feel so good."

billie wasn't sure what it was but the more you talked to her like that, the more she wanted to please you. the more she wanted to do good for you. her thrusts became sloppy for a second and just as the energy started to shift, you phone buzzed on the bed.

you carefully reached for it to see it was your friends texting you.

we want to go

y/n where are you

i dont feel 2 good, wanna leave

shakily, you typed back: im busy give me ten

another buzz. no bro now pls

billie reached over and snatched the phone out of your hands before angrily typing: she said she's fucking busy. give her thirty.

with that, she tosses your phone across the bed as it begins to buzz wildly. you both ignore it, too fucked out to care. billie begins to pound into you again as she runs her hands all over your body but mainly over your perfect ass. the feeling she experienced moments before is back but she tries hard to suppress it.

"so fucking good, mhh fuck!" her last words out in a fucking whine that's much louder that the other noises she's made this whole time. it catches your attention because it not only was the hottest thing you've heard tonight but also because it sounded so very slutty and bottom-ish. "shit y/n i— keep talking to me baby."

"you like when i talk to you?" you tease, looking back at her over your shoulder. the sight of you is intoxicating for her as she stares at your arched back and wild hair. billie just nods, her brows furrowed deeply in pleasure with her bottom lip between her teeth. sweat beaded at her hairline as she works to fuck you deep and hard. "you like when i tell you how good you fuck me?"

"fuck, mhmm." you couldn't believe the whimpers that are coming from her mouth as she basically falls apart behind you. a lustful smile spreads across her flushed cheeks when you begin to throw your ass back against her. the feeling begins to overwhelm her and you can see her arms shaking slightly with restraint.

her large cock drives into you, slamming against your cervix and rubbing your spot and she can feel each ridge inside you as she goes impossibly deeper. your firsts twist into whoever's poor bedsheets these are as you feel your cunt spasming around her member.

"you wanna make me cum?" your hand slips between your legs to rub over your clit, the bud hard and swollen. a loud moan escapes her lips at your words while her hand comes down to land on your ass before gripping it roughly.

"i wanna make you cum so badly." billie pants out before her hand is slipping around your hip and replacing your fingers on her clit with her own. the pads of her fingers run over it in tight little circles which send shock waves of pleasure through your body. she was so good at using every part of her body to make you feel like you were gonna finish immediately.

"just like that billie," you whimper out, your movements faltering as you feel that knot in your stomach start to uncoil rapidly. you pussy begins to clench and unclench around her dick repeatedly until shes fighting to not blow her load, desperately wanting you to cum first. "fuck you're gonna make me cum."

"please cum for me." her voice is enough to send you over the edge, but she also speeds up her thrusts, making sure to go as deep as she can but still have it feel good. breathy moans spill from your parted lips like a liquid as your orgasm crashes down you. your stomach tightens, eyes squeeze shut, pussy spasming and squirting slightly all over her cock. "there you go, fuck yeah."

"don't you dare stop." you spit as she retracts her hand. "keep going till you cum billie." her hands dig into the soft skin at your hips, hard enough to bruise, as she continues to fuck you desperately. you're being pulled back onto her cock roughly but you enjoy every second of it, loving to see someone who seemed so tough be so needy.

"i'm so close," she pants out, shaking her hair out of her face as her head tilts back. you look behind you to watch her and the sight has you wanting to cum again. her jawline was so perfect.

"hold it." you say simply and the girl fucking you whines, loudly. her face is scrunched in pure ecstasy as her head drops, fighting her body hard. something about you made her want to listen to you and do exactly as you say. "good job."

"oh fuck!" she hisses, her body shaking and sweating. you watch her tits bouncing through her shirt, her arms quaking, her strong hands bruising into your skin. "please y/n, i can't take it."

"beg baby," a smirk spreads across your face as you watch her begin to really lose it.

"please let me cum, please." her voice was suddenly high-pitched and whiny as the words flew out of her. she was still pulling you back on her cock but her thrusts were now sloppy, her mind so clouded she was basically delirious. "i've been so good, please can i cum?"

"so pathetic billie," you chuckle but you begin to feel bad for making her hold out for so long. she'd given you the best orgasm of your life and it was time you returned the favor. "good fucking girl, cum for me."

"shit!" no more words come from her but many loud moans and whimpers do. her cock jumps hard once inside you before she's spilling. hot ropes of cum coat your walls as she continues to thrust into you again and again.

"that's it baby, good girl billie." you could barely muster those words out as a second orgasm crashes down on you, hers triggering yours. you body goes stiff as your pussy clenches hard, making it difficult for her to thrust. "wait, don't stop."

"fuck, are you cumming again?" billie asks through heavy breaths and you just nod. she musters every last bit of strength she has to keep fucking you but eventually it becomes too much and she has to pull out. you whine at the loss, your cunt grasping onto nothing, but your body slowly sinks down into the mattress.

there's a long moment of silence while she gently pulls her pants up and gathers your clothes to put them next to you. you watch slightly as she picks up your open phone, typing her number in and texting herself. she then helps you to the bathroom that's in there to clean up before she's helping you get dressed. she then pulls you into a much wanted kiss.

"i wish we could go more." billie breathes against your lips as you're pulling away.

"i know but i really have to go." you say sadly, pecking her lips one last time before heading towards the door. "you have my number now." she just nods, letting you walk out, eyes glued to your ass the whole time.

that was the beat sex either of you had ever had.

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VIEW. paige bueckers x surfer!reader

 ☀︎༄.° SYNOPSIS. there's something about the stranger that's been visiting the surf shack you work at all week— you just can't figure out what. maybe it's just how tall and hot she is, her goofy little smile, or the way she says your name. whatever it is, you're determined to figure it out— only after you teach her how to surf.

contains. strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut

notes. one, pics aren't meant to indicate reader's ethnicity ofc i just felt it fit the aesthetic. two, it's hardly proofread and i haven't surfed in years so sorry if anything is inaccurate plz ignore and suspend ur disbelief. and finally, i ultimately went w this being reader insert rather than an oc fic, but i do call y/n 'soleil' in my head— just wanted to share that bc i think it's so cute 🤍🌊

playlist. view by shinee / sky walker by miguel ft travis scott / surfin' u.s.a. by the beach boys / teenage dream by katy perry / sunsetz by cigarettes after sex

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the sun beams down hard, burning through the marine layer and making the old wood of the surf shack look almost golden in it’s light.

you’re leaning on the counter, elbow propped beside your half–drunk, melty smoothie, watching boredly as a drop of condensation runs down the side of the cup. a seagull cries overhead, waves crash in the distance.

it’s the hottest week of the summer, according to the news.

the shack is your dad’s, passed down from your grandfather, and you’ve been working here every summer since you were fifteen. days go by slow. the morning rush— if you could even call three tourists and a guy named skip a rush— has long passed. now, it’s just you, salt air, and a playlist of indie songs playing faintly from your phone in a plastic cup for extra volume.

you don’t notice her at first. the shack’s wooden floor creaks under the weight of a footstep, and you glance up out of habit.

the girl approaches your counter, tall and blonde. she’s wearing an unbuttoned white top over a black sports bra and blue swim trunks, the brim of a baseball cap shading her face, holding a water bottle in one hand and a wad of cash in another.

“hey,” she says, voice easy as she sets a few twenties down on the countertop. “just need a board for a couple hours.”

you blink, suddenly more alert. not because of the request— you rent out boards to half the town— but because something about this girl is… familiar. the voice? or her face? you can’t quite place it. you take in her physique again, as subtly as you can— she’s jacked. you wonder if maybe she’s a pro surfer from somewhere, because geez.

“name?” you ask, already reaching for the rental log. “and soft board or hard top?”

“paige,” the girl says. “soft’s fine. i’m still figuring this break out.”

“first time in sarasota?”

she nods. “way nicer than miami, i heard.”

“you heard right,” you say, just making conversation as you sort out the cash. “where you from?”

“minnesota, but i live in texas.” paige replies.

“minnesota?” you raise your eyebrows, voice lilting. “oh, that’s horrible.”

that earns you a laugh, amusement glinting in her blue eyes— or maybe that’s just the sunlight. “yeah, it’s nothing like this— but hey, that’s home.”

you write down paige without a second thought, then hand her the change. “you’re good. racks are out back. the ones with orange tags are beginner–friendly.”

paige smiles, then glances down at the name stitched into your tank top. “thanks, y/n,”

“be careful not to burn out there, minnesota,” you call out, as paige turns toward the sand.

“i’ll try!” paige tosses over her shoulder, smiling with a glance back at you.

and just like that, she’s gone, walking toward the surf, longboard balanced under one arm. you watch her disappear into the glittering edge of the ocean, brow furrowed.

that name. that face.

you definitely know her from somewhere.

paige is back at about the same time the next day, looking to rent another board.

you don’t know why you’re so surprised. plenty of tourists come by and rent multiple days out of the week. you guess you just weren’t expecting to see her so soon.

she’s wearing the same cap and trunks again today, but no shirt. just a sports bra. pays in cash again, but tells you not to worry about the change this time. makes conversation.

there’s that itch of recognition, too, at the back of your head as you chat. it won’t settle, even as you tell yourself that maybe she just looks like someone you know.

you turn the rental log to her and pass her the pen, letting her sign it this time, and she jots her name down— just paige, again— before thanking you with the flash of a smile, grabbing a board, and heading out to the water.

hm.

by time paige returns, two hours or so later, the sun is overhead and the beach pulses with heat.

the wood of the surf shack has grown warm under your bare feet, and the back of your neck is slick with sweat, the mini standing fan on the counter doing little to help. you’ve peeled off your uniform tank top, leaving you in cut–off denim shorts and an orange triangle bikini top, body glistening with sweat and sunscreen.

you’re perched on your stool behind the counter, lazily sketching flowers and waves onto the corner of the rental log in pen, when a voice comes, “i got something for you,”

you look up, and there paige is again. the hat’s gone now, blonde hair clinging in wet strands to the side of her face, beads of salt water still dripping from her shoulders. she has the board tucked under her arm and a lazy smirk tugging at her mouth.

“longboard survived,” paige says. “can’t say the same for me.”

you grin. “you wiped out?”

“bad. it wasn’t my fault, though— thought i saw a shark, but it was just a stingray.”

“oh my god,” you chortle, shaking your head.

she leans the surfboard gently against the side of the shack and steps forward, arms crossed loosely, the corner of her mouth still curved upward. her gaze flicks briefly to the side of your neck, where your hair is sticking to your skin.

then, down to your chest, lingering just a second too long before dragging back up to your face.

“hot?” paige asks casually. you almost can’t tell if she’s talking about you or the weather.

“practically melting,” you reply, droll, lifting the straw to your smoothie to your mouth as if the mere mention of the heat triggers your thirst. “how’re you holding up, minnesota?”

“not bad,” paige says, leaning up against the counter, arms resting along the edge. “might not’ve used enough sunscreen on my back, though.”

“what is that, anyway?” she asks, pointing at your drink, dry throat evident in her voice. “looks good.”

“this,” you say, tapping the cup for emphasis. “is how you survive seven hours on the beach every day. there’s a shop that sells them just up the road with a plastic flamingo out front. can’t miss it. pomegranate, pineapple, and coconut milk is my go–to.”

paige hums. “pomegranate, pineapple, and coconut? sounds weird. guess i’ll have to try it.”

“you can thank me later,” you smile, smug.

she pushes off the counter, standing upright. “we’ll see about that. have a good one, y/n.”

for some reason, you don’t want her to go yet.

“you, too.”

the morning’s already heating up by the time you clock in for work, but there’s a breeze today— light and salty, lifting a few strands of your hair out of place ever so often. you got to the shack early, opened up before the sun really crested, and on the way in, you plucked a bright pink hibiscus bloom from a bush near the parking lot and tucked it behind your ear, just because. it matches your pale pink bikini top, tied behind your neck in a quick, practiced knot.

you’ve got a bit of pep in your step today, despite the heat. there’s a rhythm to the way you move throughout the shack, humming along to the song playing from your makeshift phone–cup–speaker thing.

you’re restocking wax behind the counter when the thud of something hitting the countertop makes your head turn.

it’s a clear plastic cup, its contents a familiar shade of reddish–purple, already sweating condensation. on the other side of the counter, paige is grinning, her own half–drunk cup in hand.

“pineapple, pomegranate, coconut,” she says, proudly. “the lady at the smoothie place says hi, by the way.”

“you brought me a smoothie?” you say, both surprised and flattered.

“figured it’s only fair, since you put me on,” paige replies, leaning on the counter. “and you looked like you were about to die of heatstroke out here yesterday.”

a smile creeps onto your face. you stop what you’re doing and turn fully to the counter, taking a sip— cold, tangy, sweet. perfect.

“okay,” you say. “you win. that’s actually really sweet of you. thank you.”

paige shrugs. “no problem.”

you hum around your straw, looking up at her— really looking, now. she’s not wearing the cap today, her hair tied into a low–effort bun at the back of her head, and you immediately decide you like this look on her much better. you can see the sharp lines of her cheekbones and jawline more clearly, pink lips fixed in that stupid smirk. skin sun–kissed and eyes so blue, they rival the turquoise waters behind her.

you can’t help it anymore. you have to ask. “are you sure i don’t know you from somewhere?”

paige hesitates— only for a moment, but still, you notice.

“i don’t think so,” she laughs, almost convincing. “i’ve only ever been to miami a few times. this is my first time up the coast.”

you playfully narrow your eyes at her, but you decide to let it go. for now. “mm. you must have one of those faces, then.”

“trust. i’d remember you.” she adds, letting her voice drop lower and, for once, you’re grateful for the heat; you can blame it for the way you flush a shade of deep pink.

“i think you’re just buttering me up for a free board,” you say, setting your smoothie down. “you’re lucky you’re cute, paige from minnesota.”

paige smiles, dopey, and takes a sip from her smoothie. her eyes flick casually from your face to the flower tucked behind your ear. “i like the fit.”

“hm?” you glance up at her.

“the flower, and all the pink,” she says, motioning toward you. “it’s giving… mermaid barbie princess. but the hot, evil kind.” she decides, after her eyes sweep over you.

you snort. “evil? you mean like sirens?”

“yeah, that,” paige smirks. “something tells me you could successfully lure a person into the water.”

you laugh at how forward she is. “in your dreams,” you reply, turning back to the box of surf wax.

paige isn’t in any rush to get out to the water today. she doesn’t ask for a board or hand you any cash. just stands there, drinking her smoothie, making conversation about the music playing from your phone like she has nowhere better to be.

you think you really should remind her to get her board, at least for business purposes, but you look back at her as you work— her eyes trained on you, sun casting her in a dreamy glow— and decide not to say anything just yet.

let her stay a little longer.

the shack closes early on wednesday, as it has every week for the past thirty years.

you’ve spent the past hour sweeping up sand to the best of your ability and straightening the board racks, glancing back at the beach every so often, hoping for a familiar head of blonde hair to appear.

paige doesn’t show.

it’s fine, of course. you just thought maybe she’d stop by, maybe pick up the conversation from yesterday where you’d left off. she’d ended up on an extra stool behind the counter with you, dogging on your music taste and playing the new drake album for you, “so you’d have something to listen to other than that hippie music.”

oh well, you think, as you lock up the shack. tote bag slung on your shoulder and flip flops in hand, you make your way to the wooden stairs the lead from the beach to the parking lot, warm sand sticking to the soles of your feet. you’re only halfway up when you hear someone call out, “hey! y/n!”

you look back to see paige at the bottom of the steps, following after you. “wait up!” she shouts, and you stop in your tracks, feet on different steps.

“i was just about to stop by,” paige says, slightly breathless, leaving three steps between you when she stops. “i didn’t know y’all closed early.”

your stomach does a little somersault, unexpectedly. “yeah. wednesdays are always slow.”

she nods like she’s making mental notes, then gestures over her shoulder, at the beach. “i was planning on renting again.”

you smile. “you and that longboard are becoming a thing.”

“what can i say? i’m loyal.” she grins back. “hey, you surf, right?” she asks, suddenly.

“do i surf?” you blink, then chuckle a little. “yeah, i’m alright.”

“would you be down to surf with me?”

she almost sounds tentative as she asks the question— so un–paigelike that you’re almost taken aback.

you look past her, scanning the beach. it’s not too crowded today, but it’s siesta key in the middle of the summer, so of course there’s still a lot of people. kids running and playing in the sand, a group of teens playing volleyball, couples sprawled out on their towels. the current’s not bad at all, from what you can see— the waves aren’t huge or anything, but you could still catch a pretty good surf.

“yeah, sure,” you reply, shrugging, though a smile plays at your lips.

paige smiles, wide and triumphant. “cool. let’s grab some boards?”

you hesitate. “shit, mine’s at my apartment across town.”

“well, lucky for you, i know the girl that works here.” paige says, starting back toward the shack.

you laugh, falling into step beside her, hyperaware of how close she’s walking next to you as her sandals slap against the steps. you unlock the shack from the back door, switching on the lights, paige following you inside.

you grab one of the better–waxed boards, a tri fin shortboard with a hard top, leaning it against the counter as paige gets the one she’s been renting all week.

without thinking about it, you strip out of your oversized t–shirt and linen shorts, revealing the lavender bikini you were wearing beneath your clothes— the triangle–cut top and cheeky bottoms aren’t ideal for surfing, but your rash guard and surf shorts are also at your apartment, so this will have to do. you reach into your tote that’s lying on the counter, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen, knowing well that it needs to be re–applied every few hours.

you don’t realize that paige has been intently watching you until you struggle to get full coverage of your back, and she steps forward, “here— i got you,” reaching out for the bottle.

you nod, handing her the bottle and turning around, heart thudding as you move your hair over your shoulder.

her hands are firm as she spreads the sunscreen across your shoulder blades, smoothing it along the curve of your upper back, fingers dragging along the base of your neck. you shudder despite the heat as her hands move slow and deliberate down your back, before lingering up at your waist.

“all good,” she clears her throat, letting go finally, but your skin tingles where she touched.

“thanks,” you breathe. “do you need any?”

paige shakes her head. “nah, i’m good. put some on right before i pulled up.”

then, swiftly, she grabs both boards with ease, one under each arm, and flashes you a grin. “let’s go.”

you paddle out together, arms slicing through the water, boards bobbing gently beneath you. paige is strong, powerful shoulders making quick work of the surf, like it’s nothing. still, she’s a beat behind you, watching as you glide ahead.

reading the water is easy, like a cherished book you’ve returned to over and over again. you pop up and catch your first wave with clean, practiced form, and paige lets out an impressed whistle, before she even gets the chance to paddle for one of her own. that familiar sense of fearlessness swells within you, coursing through your veins, exhilarating.

you see the opportunity for an air, so you take it, confident. you crouch low, building speed as you approach the lip of the wave. just as it starts to pitch, you shift your weight and launch off the top, board and body lifting into the air. for a moment, you’re floating— then, you guide the nose back down, landing on the face of the wave and riding it out.

the landing isn’t as perfect and clean as you’d like, but still, you feel fucking cool as the spray of whitewater disperses below you.

you look back mainly to make sure that she hasn’t tombstoned while you were distracted, and paige is watching you, jaw ajar. she makes her way to you, floating just past the break. “show–off,” she accuses, breathless and smiling. “‘alright’, my ass.”

you smirk, shrugging casually. “i’d say that was pretty alright.”

“you just tony hawk’d that shit. stop playing.”

you laugh, pushing a piece of wet hair out of your face. “wanna learn? i can’t teach you how to do that in a day, but i can show you some other pretty cool stuff.”

“uh, fuck yeah?” paige replies, eager.

what ensues for the next forty minutes is you teaching paige how to cutback— which, really, is just you trying to be constructive and not laugh every time she topples off of her board and into the water. but eventually, she gets it, executing the move like a stiff chicken on a longboard, but executing it nonetheless.

she’s very proud of herself, going on about how she wishes she could’ve gotten it on camera as she drifts lazily beside you. you’re both taking a break, sitting upright on your boards, knees brushing beneath the water. there’s a salty breeze, and the sun feels less punishing out here.

she turns to you and asks, “so, how’d you learn?”

“my dad taught me,” you start, motioning back toward the shore. “marty. he owns the shack. his dad— my grandpa, the og marty— opened it in the seventies and my dad took it over before i was born. expanded it through florida, plus myrtle beach and tybee island. i’ve worked at this one every summer since i was fifteen.”

paige smiles like she’s connecting the dots in her head. “ah, marty’s surf & sand. makes sense now.”

“yep. family business.” you nod, legs swaying in the water. “what about you? i’m sure they don’t just provide surfing lessons in minnesota.”

“got into it while i was on vacation in fiji last year. they were doing lessons on the beach and i decided to try it, just ‘cause, but it was cool as hell. i mean, this is nice, but the ocean over there? it’s gorgeous, man.” paige explains, gesturing over the water with her arms stretched wide. her boards bobs unsteadily beneath her and she yelps, grabbing onto it again. you laugh and she shoots you a glare.

“fiji, huh? i’ve never been, but i spent the last couple of years of school studying abroad in trinidad, and then in italy. it was unreal. any time i wasn’t working, i was out in the water.”

paige listens diligently, nodding along. “what’d you study?”

“marine bio at good ole’ umiami. i just graduated back in may.”

“oh, shit? okay, einstein, i see you,” paige says, genuinely impressed, and you giggle, feeling a little shy.

“yeah, totally slumming it out here in florida, einstein–style.” you joke dryly.

“you call this slumming it?” paige says. “you got it good out here. city’s nice, great food, amazing views.”

she has a point. you just get a little insecure about the fact that you didn’t have some shiny lab job lined up directly after college, like most other people in your program. everyone moves at their own pace, you’re aware, and comparison is the thief of joy— it’s just something you get in your own head about sometimes.

when you think about it from paige’s perspective, though, you realize you do have it pretty nice. and you’re having more fun out here, floating on the ocean next to a pretty girl, than you probably would being in a sterile lab all summer long.

“croatia and thailand are nice, too,” paige notes. “i went before i learned, but the surf would be perfect.”

“you travel a lot?” you ask.

paige nods. “for work, mostly.” she slips.

“what do you do?” you question, genuinely curious.

“uh— i work in athletics.”

“like, coaching? or management?” you press.

“yes, coaching. i coach. kids, on a team— high school kids.”

you suppose that makes sense. just looking at her, it’s obvious that she works out a lot, practically all defined muscle and hard lines. your eyes zero in on her abs, tanned, beads of saltwater rolling down them. you lick your lips subconsciously, mouth suddenly dry.

“hey, my eyes are up here,” she teases, having noticed your eyes roaming.

“i know that.” you reply, trying to play it off, failing miserably.

“you sure?” she raises an eyebrow, voice low. tempting you.

you flick a little water at her, and she gasps like you’ve betrayed her gravely. “oh, okay. it’s like that?”

“what’re you gonna do, minnesota?” you taunt, grinning.

she answers swiftly: splashes you with both hands, sending water right into your face.

you shriek, laugh, and retaliate, and then suddenly you’re both in it— one moment splashing and tossing water at each other like little kids, screaming and grinning and soaking each other entirely, and then underwater the next, both your boards tipping with the force of your movements and lack of balance.

water rushes up around you both, sinking down, eyes wide. you open your eyes, salt stinging a little, and the sight of paige has laughter literally bubbling out of you.

you kick up first, breaking the surface with a gasp, laughing and sputtering as you push hair out of your face. paige follows soon after, shaking the water out of her hair, flinging it in your direction.

she’s got a look on her face, and you’re half–expecting her to splash you again, but she swims to you instead. your heart races as one of her arms loops around your waist in the water, pulling you close, legs tangling together as you keep yourselves afloat. your faces are only inches apart now.

her eyes drop to your lips. smirks.

then, she leans in and kisses you, finally. you sigh contently, arms wrapping around her neck, letting yourself just melt into her. she tastes like mint and seasalt, lips soft and moving insistently against yours.

and even though you’re surrounded by miles and miles of cold, perfect blue, something glows inside your chest, warm and pink.

“you know what i just realized?”

“hm?”

“you tricked me into a date today.”

paige quirks an eyebrow, chewing thoughtfully. “did i?” she asks, feigning innocence.

you nod, licking mango crema sauce from your thumb. “impromptu surf session, tacos, beer. sounds pretty romantic, if you ask me.”

a lazy grin spreads across her face. “so, what i’m hearing is… you had a good time.”

you smile. “maybe.”

and then she kisses you again, cradling your chin in her hand to guide your mouth to hers. you’re seated directly next to each other on a bench table outside the old salty dog, your favorite place for lobster tacos and homestyle tortilla chips. you insisted paige try them when she offered to take you out for food, after you’d toweled off and hung up your boards for the day. your legs are stretched over her lap, the side of your body braced against the tabletop.

you nearly didn’t make it out of the shack earlier— paige had lifted you up onto the countertop, positioning herself between your legs as she licked into your mouth and her hands roamed your body, and if not for the knowledge that your father is the only person allowed access to the security camera system, you just might’ve let her have you right then and there.

this kiss, now, it much calmer. paige’s lips are warm and sure, like she’s been waiting all week to do this and finally can. you feel all woozy when you break away, pupils dilated.

paige hums, “i’mma ask you out properly next time. sound good?”

you nod, still dazed, and she pecks your lips again. fondness unfurls in your chest, tinges your cheeks. it’s insane how much you like her, and you don’t even know her full name.

the two of you continue to talk and finish your food, sipping the last of your beer when it dawns on you that you’ve been out all day, most of which was spent with paige. it’s pretty late now, the sky a deep indigo and the temperature’s dropped significantly. you shiver as a cool breeze blows, shaking the remaining deli paper on your trays.

paige notices, caressing the goosebumps your arm gently. “you ‘bout ready to call it a night? i can take you home.”

you hesitate. the idea of saying goodbye— of this day ending— sits weird in your chest. but it is dark and the restaurant won’t be open for much longer. “okay,” you agree.

you walk hand–in–hand to paige’s rental car, a black jeep suv still parked in the beach parking lot. when you reach it, paige opens the trunk, digging around for something. “here,” she passes you a soft grey hoodie.

“uconn?” you wonder aloud, reading the bold navy–blue lettering plastered on the front of the hoodie, along with the logo of a dog, before pulling it over your head. it’s plush on the inside and smells just like her. you slide your long–dead phone into the front pocket.

“as in university of connecticut,” paige replies, closing the trunk. “graduated from there a year ago.”

“damn. that’s almost worse than minnesota.”

paige chuckles, shaking her head. “girl, get in the car.”

you walk over to the passenger side while paige climbs in behind the wheel. she starts the car after you enter your address into the gps, one hand on the steering wheel and the other settled on your thigh, palm warm. her thumb rubs slow circles into your skin.

the sensation sends you right back to the moment in shack earlier, feeling a familiar pressure appear between your legs.

she’d had to wrench herself off of you after you brought up the unfortunate camera situation, but not before huskily promising to, in her words, “fuck you stupid later.” you were grateful for the extremely cold beach shower water as you rinsed off, maybe a little more than salt and sand, afterwards.

now, in the comfortable silence of this car ride, it’s all you can think about, her voice echoing inside your head. you watch her drive, side profile glowing in the passing streetlights. she gives your thigh a firm squeeze, mouth pulled into that half–smile that tells you she’s thinking the exact same thing you are.

you decide, right then, that— at least for now— you don’t care who she is, as long as she keeps touching you.

you can care later.

it’s a short drive. “this it?” paige asks, pulling into your apartment complex parking lot.

“mm–hm,” you nod, as she pulls into a spot. you hesitate for a second, toying with the hem of her hoodie. then you look at her, expression neutral but voice soft. “you’re coming up, right?”

paige raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this. “so eager,” she murmurs, reaching over to brush her thumb along your jaw. “can’t even wait ‘til a second date?”

you scoff, turning your face slightly to hide the heat crawling up on your neck, unbuckling your seatbelt. “shut up and come on.”

paige smirks as she kills the engine and follows you out. “after you, baby.”

you’re barely even in the door before paige is on you again, lips catching yours in a feverish kiss.

you allow yourself to be pushed up against the wall in your foyer, moaning into her mouth unabashedly. you slide your palms up under paige’s shirt, feeling her muscles, skin warm against skin. one of hers cup your jaw, angling your mouth so that she can kiss you as deeply as possible, the other running down your side before settling on your ass. when you part her eyes are all dark, blue almost completely swallowed by black. 

“bedroom?” she asks, glancing around your living room and dining area.

“down the hall, on the right,” you answer, breathless. you let out a little squeak as she lifts you into her arms, legs hooking around her waist. she kisses you the whole way to your room, your hand cupping her face.

you bounce a little when she drops you onto the mattress, barely having time to catch your breath before paige is climbing onto the bed, crawling over you. your legs part so that she can crawl between them, forearms framing your head.

she hovers over you, a small smile playing at her lips. “hi,” she whispers.

“hi,” you whisper back.

her hair’s falling into her face, all beachy, and her lips are kiss–swollen. in the moonlight coming from your window, you think she might be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. “you’re so pretty,” you blurt.

“thank you,” paige chuckles. “you’re still okay with this?”

you blink up at her, heart still hammering. “yes,” you say. “duh.”

“good,” she mutters before leaning in and kissing you again. 

she sits back on her heels, pulling her shirt and bra over her head and dropping them to the floor carelessly, and you do the same, sitting up to pull off her hoodie, both of you panting. her eyes are trained on your torso as reach up your back to untie your bikini top, letting it slip down your arms before flinging it across the room, and breathes, “fuck,”

she’s back on you in an instant, kissing and sucking at your neck, eliciting a shuddering gasp from you as her teeth graze the skin. then, she’s trailing kisses down over your collarbones, to your chest. her hands come up to knead your breasts just as she sucks one of your sensitive nipples into her mouth.

you moan softly, the heat swirling in the pit of your stomach spurred on by the feeling and sight of her suckling your tits. your hips roll upwards, seeking any kind of contact, arousal pooling between your legs.

paige comes off your nipple with a soft pop. one of her hand moves down to your shorts and you raise your hips, letting her push them down your legs, along with your bikini bottoms. she stares at your face, watching for your reaction as her fingers dip between your folds, collecting your wetness on the tips of her fingers.

she’s satisfied with how desperate the noise you make is and the way your jaw goes slack. “so wet, shit,” she breathes, circling your clit lightly. “all for me?”

“yes,” you breathe, pussy clenching around nothing, practically begging to be filled. “want you so bad, paige.”

“what do you want? tell me, baby, and it’s yours.” she croons, fingers moving frustratingly slow.

“a–anything. please.”

“oh, yeah? gonna let me do anything want?” she smirks. “just take it?”

you bite down on your lip and nod, and she finally sinks her fingers into you, fingers angled just right, moving at the perfect space. you moan in satisfaction, eyes fluttering shut. “so good,” you babble, grabbing onto the arm she has braced on your mattress, nails digging into her bicep. “mmh, yes— right there. oh, my god.”

it’s ridiculous how good at this she is, how quickly she finds that gummy spot inside you, fingers curling slightly. your mind wanders— wondering how often she does this, how many girls does she take out and drive home and then fuck in their beds— but is reeled back in when paige adds her thumb to the mix, rubbing your clit hard, sending sparks through you. you cry out, feeling that pressure between your legs begin to mount.

“you close, baby?” she asks, feeling you tighten around her digits. she grins, lowers her voice. “come on, cum for me. just let go.”

your brain short circuits. “i— i’m cu—”

before you can finish the sentence, you’re cumming. you throw your head back and moan out her name as it washes over you, whole body shaking. paige works you through it, thumb rubbing diligently at your clit.

“fuck,” you pant, coming to your senses. “holy shit.”

paige is staring at your pussy. “made a mess, baby.” she says lowly, and your face burns with embarrassment. you can feel it dripping out of you still.

she moves down your body so that her head is positioned between your legs now, kisses your trembling thighs before licking a stripe up your cunt, cleaning you up. you wince, sensitive. “paige…” her name is broken by the mewl you let out, body instinctively attempting to move away from her mouth. “shit, that hurts.”

she just groans against you and tightens her hold on your thighs, forcing them to stay open, knowingly sending vibrations throughout your core. “tastes so good.” she licks up all your cum before moving up to your clit, sucking it into her mouth.

you cry out, tears springing to your eyes as your back arches above the mattress, hands twisting into your bedsheets. “said i can do whatever i want and you’d take it. i wanna make you cum again,” paige declares, voice gruff. “you tappin’ out?”

you whimper in protest. “n–no, i—” you can’t think. it hurts and it’s deliriating and you can’t take it and you don’t want her to stop. “fuck!”

she sucks at your clit and slides her fingers back into you, thrusting with abandon. it’s not long before the discomfort subsides and your whines turn into moans again, pain melting into molten pleasure. your hips rock onto her fingers, desperate for your release.

“look at that,” she murmurs, slurping loudly. “pussy so fuckin’ good. such a good girl. wanna cum again for me? know you can do it, come on, give it to me.”

you orgasm hits you hard, eyes rolling back as your cunt pulses around paige’s fingers, thighs tremoring. paige eases her fingers out of you and laps it all up, drunk off your taste, babbling about how good you are in between licks. little gasps escape you in the aftermath. when you open your eyes, paige is looking up you, amused and adoring.

“you’re evil,” you chide, voice hoarse, and she kisses your inner thigh, breath hitting your skin as she laughs a little.

“had to get you good, sorry. been waiting too long to do that,” she replies, crawling back over to you.

you snort. “three days?”

“felt more like three years,” she grins stupidly.

you lean over to connect your lips, climbing on top of her so that you’re straddling her waist. you sit upright, paige biting her lip as her eyes follow you, and hook your fingers under the waistband of her shorts, fully intending to show hard that the wait was worth it.

the night is far from over.

you nuzzle into paige under the comforter afterwards, cheek smooshed against her bare chest, your head tucked under her chin.

paige stares up into the darkness at the ceiling, mind swimming. she can’t shake the feeling of a weight pressing down on her— not just due to you being on top of her. it’s her heart, aching with both fondness and guilt.

she wants to tell you— who she is, what she does, why she’s hiding. she looks down, fingers ghosting up and down your spine, mouth poised to finally explain herself.

you’re asleep.

paige exhales a quiet laugh and continues stroking your back. okay, later then. she’ll tell you later.

for now, she allows herself to doze off, giving away to the feeling of your soft skin bare against hers.

you’re still reeling from the night before when you clock in the next morning, the sky streaked orange and blue, waves crashing gently.

it’s a nice, cool morning, but you know it’s just going to heat up later. in the meantime, you’re wearing paige’s hoodie, relishing the way her scent lingers— sandalwood, iris, and cardamom. under it, you have on a cropped rash guard and surf shorts, as you and paige agreed to meet to surf together again right after your shift. you’re going to drive to venice this time, a nearby beach with better, bigger waves.

“mornin’ sunshine,”

you don’t have to look to know it’s skip. he’s the only person that would walk in this early, one of your most loyal customers for the past five years. your dad also taught him, along with all the other kids in town, how to surf. “morning,” you chirp back.

“so, a bunch of us are headed to new smyrna tonight. waves are supposed to be sick,” skip tells you. “you in?”

“can’t. i already have plans.” you say casually, tone even, though a smile plays at your lips at the mere thought of hanging out with paige again.

skip snorts. “what, got yourself a hot date, or something?” he asks, mostly joking, until he catches the look on your face. “with who?”

“nunya.” you reply.

he shrugs, “your loss, then.”

skip browses around while chatting with you about the most recent developments in pro surfer news, before grabbing a couple containers of wax, a pack of earplugs, and the latest issue of surfer magazine, and placing them in front of you on the counter.

“nice jacket,” skip says, eyes skimming the text on your— well, paige’s— hoodie. “hey, you hear that basketball chick is in town?”

you haven’t heard. you don’t really know anything about basketball, except that the miami heat currently sucks, according to everyone in your town. “which one?”

“paige bueckers. apparently, someone saw her at salty dog last night. i’m trying to get a picture.”

you freeze mid–scan, blinking rapidly as your brain tries to grasp what you’ve just heard. “wait, paige who?”

“you’re kidding. paige bueckers! got uconn their first ring in years? plays for dallas now?” skip digs into the pocket of his shorts, fishing out his phone and typing into a search engine. he turns the screen to you, showing you the google results, and surely enough, it’s paige. your paige, except she’s mid–jumpshot in a basketball jersey. your jaw drops. “usually i don’t even watch the women’s stuff, but she’s tough.”

dallas. basketball. uconn.

it’s all starting to make sense, now— every half–truth, every moment she steered the conversation away from herself. how you recognized her, but just couldn’t figure out where from.

“kinda hot, too, right?” skip asks, clicking on another picture— paige posed on the cover some magazine, mainspreading in a suit. you nearly choke on your own spit.

“um— yeah. she’s alright, for a basketball player.” you reply, trying to play it cool. you can’t get mad at someone for calling the girl you’re into hot, one, they don’t even know you’re into her and, two, she’s been lying to you about who she is for the past week.

“yo, if you see bueckers around, text me. i gotta get that picture.” skip says, taking the bag from your hand after you finish his transaction.

“i’ll try,” you won’t, but still— hospitality. “see you, skip!”

he leaves with a wave, and that’s when you can finally stop and process.

you wonder how many times you’d skipped past her face while flipping through a copy of sports illustrated, trying to get to the surfing section, or caught the last few moments of one of her games while waiting for a surf competition to start on espn. your classmates had made a huge deal about getting tickets to the women’s basketball championship game in tampa just a few months ago, but you’d stayed back on campus in miami— you had no interest in basketball.

you should be mad, but you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

paige doesn’t come by until about two hours later, which gives you enough time to do a full internet deepdive.

a seemingly endless list of both professional and collegiate records and awards. highlight reels and tons of tiktok edits. an army of adoring fans begging her to come back online, wondering where she’s been all week.

it’s ironic, because she walks in just as you’re scrolling down her instagram page. you look up at her, back to the selfie displayed on your phone screen, then back up at her just to confirm that, yes— the girl you just might have fallen for is also a famous and formidable basketball player, and for some reason she kept that from you.

you turn your phone screen off, placing it face–down on the counter, and stand up straighter, trying to seem normal. it’s gotten hot, so you’ve taken off her hoodie, leaving you in your surf garments.

paige approaches the counter, two smoothies in hand, a gummy smile on her face. “hey, beautiful.” she slides your smoothie to you.

“hey,” you eye her suspiciously. “how are you?”

her eyebrows furrow a little. “good? great, actually. i had a really good night,” she smirks, looking you up and down. “how ‘bout you?”

“i’m good,” you reply.

paige falters, sensing that something’s off, just by your tone and the fact that you don’t immediately go for the smoothie. still, she leans against the counter casually. “so, what if i wanted to buy a board off y’all? how would that work?”

“well, you’d fill out the form, pay for it, and then i’d give it to you,” you explain. “just a heads up, the one you like is gonna be around six hundred.”

paige nods, sipping on her smoothie. “no best–head–ever discount?” she asks playfully.

“nope, unfortunately,” you say, opening a drawer and grabbing the the purchase forms. “there’s an atm nearby but we do take card, you know.” you give her the opportunity to choose to explain herself.

paige forces an awkward half–laugh. “ha, yeah,” she brushes the idea off. “i’ll just do cash.”

you huff, grabbing the form. you’re about to give it to her, but then you stop, reaching for the pen yourself.

you write the name down on the form. then, you slide it to her.

paige bueckers.

her jaw drops. she looks up at you with wide, guilty eyes. “how’d you…?”

“a guy came into the shack earlier, saw your hoodie, and asked if i’d heard some hot–shot basketball player was in town. said her name was paige bueckers,” you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at her. “so, naturally, i looked her up, and— what do you know! she was literally just in my bed.”

“y/n, i can explain—”

“that you’ve just been lying to me all week long?”

“okay, technically, i never lied to you. everything i told you about myself was true. i just left out some… major details.” paige reasons.

you narrow your eyes at her. “you’re not a coach.”

“i coached a team for an overtime event twice,” she says, holding up a finger. “won both times, mind you.”

“you could’ve just told me, paige.” your voice is softer now.

“i know. i know. i swear i was going to, it’s just—” she sighs, coming around the counter. you begrudgingly allow her to take both your hands into hers, intertwining your fingers. “i booked this trip to get away from all that. i was trying to lay low, y’know? just chill and surf. and then i met you— and it was nice, for once, for someone to like me for who i am, not what i do. i guess i just wanted to hold on to that feeling. onto you.”

that is… sweet. you soften immediately at the admission. “i’m sorry. are you mad at me?” she asks, and by the look in her big, blue puppy dog eyes you can tell she’s sincere.

you shake your head. “no. not mad, just extremely confused. and, like, stunned. you are really good at basketball.”

paige laughs a little at that.

“you’re not just gonna run off on me when your trip’s over?” you ask quietly, not meaning to sound as supplicating and vulnerable as you do. you’d really hate it if she was just like any other tourist, gorgeous and golden and here for a week, only to never be seen again, because this, you realize, has gotten real.

“what? no. absolutely not,” paige squeezes your hands. “i do have to be back in dallas in a few days, but i’m not letting you go. you can come to my games, i’ll come visit, we can surf.”

“good. because i really like you, paige.” you sigh, heart swelling.

“i like you, too, y/n. seriously.” paige smiles.

she leans down then, pulls you into a hug, hands pressingly lightly against your back like she’s memorizing the shape of you. your arms wrap around her waist, breathing her in. she pulls back, just enough to look at you.

you kiss her. soft, at first, but then her hand is sliding up to your cheek, and yours fist gently into her shirt. you can feel it— the time, slipping away— but neither of you pay it any mind. the ocean whispers in the background. sunlight filters through the windows.

outside, summer stretches on, and neither of you wants to let go.

[scarsw1fe]

this is so good holy

[alloftheimagines]

abby anderson | keep me warm

MASTERLIST

words: 2k warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut: fingering with r!receiving (with people around), mentions of ow*n, reader has soft tummy <3, set on the way to jackson so spoilers, mentions of joel's hospital heist, and abby's future golf tournament synopsis: on a cold night on the way to jackson, abby slips into your sleeping bag after dark to warm you up

tags: @hakandnsjoqmsn @abbyily @mamas-evil-hag @cherrybomber3000 @chraw @abbysburr1t0 @mewl3tte @loonetteslooneybin @lilredbird101@wontilly @klmr0

The journey to Jackson has not been kind to you. The winter carries more bite the closer you get to Wyoming, and as you warm your hands by the fire in an old warehouse somewhere near the border, group settling into the night’s positions around you, you wonder why you’re the only one with chattering teeth. There are plenty of rosy cheeks and glassy eyes — Manny and Owen bounce on the balls of their toes over by the shattered windows, positioned for first watch. Try as you might to hide it, your stiff, shuddering bones and jagged breaths are an embarrassing betrayal of your weakness. Confirmation that you will never be quite as strong as the soldiers around you.

Especially not the one cleaning her gun a few paces away, thick muscles rippling under the dirty grey sleeves of her henley each time she drags the rag over the metal, face painted orange by the flames. Since finding a lead on her father’s killer, Abby has been unshakable in her focus, barely sparing anyone a glance in your long journeys across states. Your relationship has been put on the back-burner for the sake of her mission, but also because nobody else knows about it yet. With Owen and Mel coupled up, you don’t particularly wish to get sandwiched between all that tension, not when you haven’t really had time to work out what this thing with her is. You’ve been friends since childhood, but the rest is new, and you know better than to expect it to take priority when you’re so close to avenging all the Fireflies lost in St. Mary’s Hospital.

She smirks at your shivers now, eyes snapping to yours for a long moment. She might be distracted, but she still looks at you with something that burns like hot coals; it's enough to reassure you that she intends to pick things back up again when this is all over.

“Cold?” Her soft voice thaws you at least a little, though you try not to show it.

“Nope,” you say, only it’s not very convincing on account of the clacking teeth. Snow flakes land on your lashes through the holes in the roof, but you barely notice them after trudging through sleet and hail for most of the day.

“If the weather doesn’t let up tomorrow, we might have to find shelter for a couple days,” Mel says from across the fire, casting a wary look at you. “Don’t wanna get caught in a blizzard.”

She’s already setting out her bed, along with the others who aren’t on first watch. You follow suit, though the thought of moving into your sleeping bag is unpleasant, especially when your goosebump-pebbled skin chafes against your damp clothes.

Abby only sniffs as she replenishes her ammo. Her nose is pink, runny, and she wipes it on the back of her hand. “We’re close, now. I’d rather keep going.”

“Of course you would,” Mel mutters, then lies down and turns away on the other side of the fire. All but Owen and Manny have tucked in for the night, scattered around the cold concrete floor.

You and Abby share a look. Something has fractured since Mel began sleeping with Abby’s ex, a resentment slowly bubbling, like the group is here only for Abby, not the dozens of friends, family, Joel Miller massacred alongside the hope of a cure. Jealousy, you told Abby it must be before, because Abby leads both here and in Seattle in ways no one else could. The glue of a group that would have been dismantled long ago otherwise.

You hold your gloved hands to the fire once more, then yawn and call it a night, though you’re certain you won’t be able to sleep through the cramping muscles and numbness. A better shelter than this does sound good. Getting this all over with sounds better. You’re trying not to think too hard about what will come in between those things, the killing part, even if the bastard deserves every bit of what Abby has planned for him.

When the others are quiet in their bed rolls, and Owen and Manny have turned their backs to keep a lookout on the damp streets below, you watch Abby through the haze of the fire, body curled in on itself in a desperate attempt to keep out the draught. She must sense it, because she locks eyes with you again as she slips her gun away. She likely has no intention of sleeping, because she rarely does, but her features soften all the same, and you can see the want flickering in the firelight between you. God, you miss touching her, holding her.

You close your eyes, try to relax into the shivers lest they prey on your tension, but even with the heat of the fire and the canopy of rotting metal above, you feel the ice cutting into your fingers and toes through layers of thermals. At this rate, you might not make it to Jackson.

You’re almost dosing when the footsteps approach. You think Abby must be heading to bed, too, until the boots stop right behind you. A moment’s pause, and then warmth jolts you out of your almost-sleep, legs sliding against yours and arms snaking around your waist.

“What are you do—?”

She shushes you quickly, hot breath fanning the nape of your neck. “Not gonna let you freeze to death,” she whispers. “Nobody sees us.”

You blink open your bleary eyes just to check for yourself, but she’s right. Owen’s silhouette is pinned to the window, the fire eclipsing most of his figure, and Manny is doodling something in his notebook in the opposite corner, headphones on.

You relax into her finally, heat rushing through you when she kisses the place her breath just touched, right below your hairline. “Can’t stay long, though.”

“‘Kay.” You’ll take what you can get.

When your teeth still chatter, Abby rubs your arms, and you nestle your hips into hers to mould against her. It’s embarrassing, how eager you are to feel her everywhere despite spending every day with her.

But it isn’t the same, not now.

She goes for your thighs next, running her hands over the seam of your cargoes in soothing strokes. You damn near moan, skin extra sensitive after being exposed to such harsh winds today. She must hear your breath hitch, because you feel her smile into your skin.

“Feel good?”

“Hm. Missed you,” you admit. You wish you could see her, but you don’t dare move, just in case you’re caught. You’re too aware of your friends all around you, especially the one by the window, the one Abby loved first. Though he’s apparently moved on, you don’t know how he’d take it, seeing her with someone else.

“Missed you too, baby,” Abby murmurs. “‘S almost over now.”

She’s coaxed enough feeling back into your body that you can move to interlace your fingers in hers without breaking.

“How’re you always so warm?” You’ve never once seen her shudder against the cold, and even back in Seattle, lying with her was like lying next to a heater. A good thing until you woke up sweating whenever you shared a bed.

Her laugh is muffled by your shoulder, and she slips from your grasp to creep up the hem of your sweater, drawing soothing circles around your belly button. Her touch leaves a lick of fire over you, awakening that long suppressed desire between your legs. You've been waiting for weeks just to feel this, her...

You clench your thighs together, and she notices because of course she does. Even without seeing her, you know she’s raising a brow. “Know a better way I could warm you up,” she says.

You sigh, frustration mounting, desire scraping over your already raw skin. “Don’t tease me, Abs. 'M too cold and too fucking tired.”

“Who says I’m teasing?” Her fingers tiptoe down, tracing over the place where your soft stomach folds over your waistband. The cotton of her gloves tickles; it isn’t enough. You need her skin, her touch.

“Take your gloves off,” you beg.

She does, blanket dancing with the movement. You nervously glance between Owen and Manny again, but neither of them have moved. In fact, Manny is doing a shitty job of watching anything, since his eyes are closed.

Her skin is warm and silky, a much needed reprieve from winter’s cruel grip. You barely suppress a gasp when she slips under your waistband, landing between underwear and cargoes. She drags her finger over your core, following the dip between your folds, featherlight. You clench harder.

“Already wet for me,” she whispers, voice smug with satisfaction.

“Abby, we can’t—”

She shushes you again, tilting your chin so you’ll finally look at her. “Don’t worry about them. Just let me take care of my girl, okay?”

Hesitantly, you nod and open your thighs to allow her access again. She teases you over your panties for only a moment before you clench your jaw and she thinks better of it. And then she touches you properly, rolling over your clit in careful circles, and you’re closing your eyes as pleasure slices apart all of winter's discomfort. You can’t help but mewl, bucking your hips for more.

“Shhh, baby. Gotta be quiet for me.”

You nuzzle your face into your pillow desperately, biting down on your tongue when she parts your hair to find your wet opening. She slips a finger inside you. Swirls it around like she wants to memorise your shape and gathering your slick in the process.

“Fuck,” you rasp out. Again, you can’t help but glance around the warehouse, just to be sure, but the only movement comes from the dancing fire. Nobody knows that you’re grinding against Abby Anderson’s fingers, falling apart at the seams. Nobody knows that you’re hers, and she’s yours, and it leaves you tingling to think of the secret hidden in plain sight.

She kisses your jaw, your earlobe, the corner of your mouth, as her finger plunges deeper, curling into your G-spot. Every thrust brushes the coarse heel of her palm over your clit, and the whimpers trapped behind your teeth feel like torture. You wish you could have more, have all of her, but this is more than enough to stir the promise of climax, and after the day you’ve had, all this warmth dripping over you is nothing short of bliss.

“Got you, baby,” Abby’s cooing as she stretches you out, She drags your slick back to your clit, fingers sliding easily between your folds. The sound of it has fire rushing to your cheeks, but still, everything is quiet. You let go, then, closing your eyes to block them all out. It’s you and her, and nothing else matters.

You turn slowly to face her right before that pleasure turns to sharp edges, the scent of the campfire smoke clinging to the both of you as your forehead brushes against her chin. She places a rough kiss between your brows as you drape your top knee over her thigh, allowing her better access to the place you need her most.

When the pleasure coils into something fierce, you burrow into her neck, your moans drawing out goosebumps on her skin: a promise she’s still yours, even if you can’t show it here.

“‘M close.” Your gloved fingers dig around her bicep so you have something, anything, to hold onto.

“Good girl. That’s it. Relax for me, yeah?”

You try — fuck, you try — but you’re chasing every circle she draws over your core, whimpering into her whenever she dips back inside, and you just want to come on her fingers, more than you want to be warm or quiet or safe.

“Shhhh,” Abby pleads, so you draw closer and bite down on her shoulder, the fabric of her sweater tasting like pine and smoke and her. You’re shuddering, and this time not from the cold, hips rutting rough as she speeds up. When another finger brushes against the first, clit slipping between them deliciously, the coil breaks, orgasm rushing through you, reminding your spent bones and muscles they are still here, still able to feel something good. She helps you ride it out, eyes fixed on your creased features when you twitch away from her just enough. She covers your mouth through the aftershocks, still toying with you like she isn’t willing to stop, until you finally brush her hand away desperately. A second longer, and you’d wake up the whole group with how sensitive you are, how good she feels.

Abby draws her hand out of the blanket and sucks your arousal off her fingers, eyes fluttering shut. Yours are already closing again, too, lids as heavy as your limbs.

“Shit. Nobody heard, right?”

“I don’t fucking care.” She rests her forehead against yours. “Gonna stay until you fall asleep, yeah?”

You hum, nod, sure you’re already halfway there. Your legs intertwine, and finally, any worries of tomorrow disappear. You’re warm and wrapped in her, a kiss pressed into your hair, and you think maybe you love her enough that the rest doesn’t matter.

[scarsw1fe]

why can’t she be real?

[mwahbabe]

pls write pussydrunk abby anderson pls pls pls 🙏🏿

mdni, smut, cunnilingus (r!receiving) overstimulation, sweet romantic abby, not proofread.

a/n: ugh where is my abby lookalike and actalike:,(

abby has been between your thighs for nearly an hour now. you’re so damn sensitive but you’re so needy. like your brain is gone dumb and all you wanna do is cum over and over.

you’ve done that about 7 times now on abbys tongue, her strong arms on your thighs keeping them apart as she devours you.

“abs–fuck… mmhh..” your head’s thrown back against the pillows sometimes looking down at abby as she was up in it. “god baby… fuckin love this pussy-shit.” she mumbled between licks and sucks. “taste so fuckin good.” you gave a whine as she kept moving her head in the way that had your head swimming. her nose bumping your clit each time. “ahh.. shit.” “yeah? gonna cum again princess? fuckin give me another one, yeahh there you go.” she rambled against your quivering cunt.

your eyes roll back and gave a soft cry and a gutteral moan as you came again. your toes curling and thighs shaking, abby had you looking possessed. her arm muscles flexing deliciously as she firmly held you by your thighs not letting you get away, still lapping at you as your walls pulsed.

“so fucking good..”

abby pushed your legs back, your legs bent at the knee, getting even better access to your perfect cunt, after barely letting you recover, she was down and at it again, you whine and jolt in her grasp. “abbbyyuh.” you protest, your poor pussy sensitive and overstimulated. abby groaned against you, her mind blank except for the taste of you and the cutest moans you were giving her. “one more baby.” she said, the same thing she had said to you the 3rd 4th 5th and 7th time. “abbyyy.. “ you whine again trying to get her attention, she couldn’t answer you, her mouth a little preoccupied. “sweet fuckin pussy”

she lifted you up by your hips and began to move you up and down on her tongue, you loudly give a broken moan, your body was on fire, you were sweating, the bed was now covered in your cum and arousal, you whine as your maybe 8th orgasm approaches, abby’s jaw is aching but she’s too far gone to care as she works you through it mercilessly, until you give a strained cry as you get her face and neck all wet.

as you come down and the high subsides and the overstimulation sets in, it begins to feel uncomfortable and hurts. “abs…” you weakly spoke closing your legs and pulling back. “no more… it’s staring to hurt now..” you chuckle softly at the way abby’s eyes are all blown out and her mouth and chin and neck just covered in your juices. “yeah? had enough?” she rasps, wiping her face and sitting up. her muscles flexing deliciously. abby had been on her belly for nearly half an hour now. you nod, your eyes lidded, “fuck.. you did so good babe. c’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

abby pulls your body up and lifts you up off the messy sheets and takes you to the bathroom setting you on the sink counter while she ran a bath, a shower wasn’t ideal since you could definitely not stand up right now. she puts the stopper in the drain and then runs a hot bath for the two of you, adding your favourite essential oils making the bathroom smell like lavender and mint. “c’mon angel.” she lifts you up off the counter setting you on your feet still holding you so you could step into it. the hot water stings at first until you sink into its embrace. sighing as the water laps at your sore body, abby does the same after you, getting in behind you, wrapping her strong arms around you resting her head on you shoulder.

the rest of the evening is spent in the bath until both of you prune up and then abby makes you whatever food you want to fill your tummy and then rubs your back until you fall asleep on her.

[moneyyymo]

Win Some, Lose Some

warnings: smut, small rivalry with Paige and reader, dom!Paige topping from the bottom, strap (r receiving), oral (Paige receiving), Paige casually wearing a strap out and about, Paige also kind of getting off on your win

summary: a tough game against Uconn ends with a win for you and your team, and after going out to celebrate you end up leaving with the one person you wouldn't have expected to show up.

word count: 5.1k

an: this was a request from an anon and i felt a little extra freak nasty on this one, i hope you guys enjoy. sorry for any typos this is not proofread. lmk if you have any suggestions or ideas for other fics or would like me to write someone else.

The club was packed to the brim, neon lights shining off of the sweaty bodies in the crowd and bass vibrating the entire building and everything in it. Bodies bumped into other bodies while moving to the music and drinks sloshed from cups but nobody seemed to care as they moved about, everyone either too inebriated to notice or simply didn't care. You waited by the bar with some of your fellow teammates, celebrating a glorious (and semi rare) win against Uconn,  87-72. To say the entire team and coaching staff were thrilled would be an understatement, this was a big win and a huge moral booster, so you and the rest of the girls decided it deserved a proper celebration. 

As the recent order of drinks passed around everyone was cheering once again, mostly everyone at this point was too drunk to even remember what it was they were cheering for, just that they were happy and feeling good and that was all that mattered. You were right there along with them, fourth or maybe even fifth drink down at this point but who was keeping count really? Surely not you or any of your teammates. Some of the girls started to disperse, doing their own thing as the night went on and some finding random partners out on the dancefloor. You stayed close to the bar with your best friend and teammate Steph, giggling and rambling on and swaying yourselves along to the music as the buzz you both were feeling continued to strengthen with each new drink you two ordered. 

Suddenly, Steph pulled her phone out of her back pocket, “Oh shit! Sydney’s called me like six times.” 

Sydney was Steph's on and off again girlfriend of multiple years and an absolute joy kill when it came to your nights out. Every time it ended with Steph leaving abruptly just to get into another argument with her girlfriend that she’ll expect you to forget about the next time she brings her up in conversation a week later. It had become a pattern you were all too familiar with, and it was difficult to not give her a hard time about it. 

You roll your eyes at her, shaking your head, already knowing all too well how this is going to end within the next few minutes, “Come on Steph, she can't just let you have this one night? What's she going to do anyways? She's like a billion fucking miles away right now, just ignore it, you can have your scrap in the morning its not going to make a difference.”  

You knew your efforts were futile but still felt the need to tell her how ridiculous it all was, and just as expected everything went in one ear and out the other. She was already typing a small paragraph on her phone when you looked down and you could do nothing other than take a long sip of the drink that had been sitting in your hand. You turn to the rest of the people crowded around the two of you, observing anything else going on in the room besides your friend's lack of self control. That's when you notice a few members of the Uconn team standing at the bar, waiting for presumably their own drinks. 

“Hey! Guess who I just saw from the platforms,” one of your other teammates, Zara, comes over in a rush, gripping onto your arm. “Jana and Paige! I mean seriously, who the hell goes out in a city they just totally fumbled in?” 

You can't help but cackle at her bluntness, “Be nice Z, they probably need a pick me up. I'd want to drown my sorrows too if I thought we had it in the bag all game just to get screwed in the fourth quarter.” 

All of you burst into laughter, and shortly after that you and Zara are headed further back into the club in the middle of where everyone is dancing, or more like flailing, and the two of you join in. It's not long after that you feel hands moving along your hips, and you look to Zara to see if it's her but as you do you see she has her arms high in the air, continuing to dance not taking any notice of you. Turning your head back to find where the sudden touch came from you are faced with a man, matching you in height, attempting to drunkenly grind on you. 

Already feeling your drinks wanting to come back up from your stomach, you grab both of his wrist at either of your sides attempting to throw them off of you. His grip only tightens, and you then move an arm up to put an elbow to his chest to create some distance. “Dude get off me, what the fuck.” 

He doesn’t relent, and you’re getting more and more frustrated with the current situation. Then, he suddenly gets yanked back by his shirt, hands finally leaving you, and making you stumble back a bit. 

Turning around fully now you see Paige Beuckers, hand fisting the back of the collar of the guy's shirt, keeping him pulled back as she leans down into his face. “Walk. Away. Before you wish you never left your fucking house tonight.”  

He takes off back into the crowd before either of you could get another word in, and a small smirk creeps up on your face. You take her in for a moment, her hair was tied back in her usual slicked ponytail, jeans hung low on her waist slightly showing the waistband of her boxers and white tee cutting off to show just a peak of her abdomen. Looking over for just a moment you see Zara, still completely unaware of your current situation, dancing between two frat boys that you personally wouldn't let anywhere near you let alone your drink. 

You turn your head back to her, head slightly tilted to the side, “I would’ve handled that you know.” 

She lets out a short laugh in response, moving a little closer to you to let people pass by behind her as well as to allow you to hear her words better over the intensely loud music. She kept a grin on her face as she tilted her head down only slightly to look at you, “Looked like he had you pretty handled if anything.” 

You give her an unamused look, shaking your head. “Whatever, glad I could help give your ego a small boost after a tough night,” you pat the side of her arm, “We both know you could use it.” 

Now it was her turn to be unamused, her grin no longer present as her eyes squinted slightly and her tongue poked at the inside of her cheek. You knew that would be a sore subject, Paige had taken much pride throughout the season of her wins against you and made sure you knew as much. It was a long time back and forth between the two of you that had advanced significantly over the past year. After most games against each other one of you would usually end up messaging the other, mostly Paige bragging about a win to which you indulged every time. It was rare that the two of you actually saw each other after games so this being one of those rare times, and you holding the win for the night at that, felt good. 

Paige leans down a little bit further towards your ear, “This streak of yours is really getting to your head huh?” 

“Aw, keeping tabs on me?” The grin on your face widens at her words, knowing she had been following your recent games and winning streak your team had been on. This game against Uconn only added extra fuel to the fire and you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t gotten to your head just a bit, especially when it came to Paige. “Look, I’m here to have a good time Paige, not go back and forth with you all night.” 

Her eyes travel down you slowly, licking her lips, taking in your own appearance and the incredibly short dress you had on, “We can do both.” 

You figured it was the drinks and the long night you’d already had that made it seem like Paige was trying to make a pass at you. If you had been more sober in the moment you were almost sure that you would have been able to pick up on some sort of humor in her voice, but in the moment she was looking at you with nothing but seriousness. After looking at her for a moment and realizing there was nothing joking about her response, you start considering your options. 

Had there been moments you’d thought about Paige in a not so professional way? Yes, definitely. There were many times in fact you’d gone home after matches with her on your mind, her incessant messages never being helpful to that. A few of your guys' conversations had gone on maybe a little too long to be seen as just the banter between two rivaling players, and you couldn’t say you didn’t get a little excited knowing her messages would come after a game. That excitement didn’t necessarily cease when you would finally go to bed only to be accompanied by the vibrator in your nightstand, or suitcase if you’d traveled, something you truly only started to bring with you when you were playing against Paige, deeming it purely a stress reliever to yourself. 

You let out a small puff of a breath, looking her in the eyes still half expecting a laugh to follow her now long gone words, before shrugging your shoulders, “Fine, lets go.”

Turning to make your way through the crowd of people that had started to thin out, Paige started to follow closely behind you. She could hardly believe you didn’t have some sort of witty or at least dismissive comeback, in fact she was shocked at your agreeableness as a whole. It was no secret to her teammates or close friends or anyone that was willing to listen really that she had a small infatuation or as KK called it an unhealthy obsession with you. That was her real  motive in messaging you when she felt she had reason too, and why she dragged her team out to the same club she saw you had posted on your instagram story about half an hour before she showed up. 

As the two of you make your way closer to the entrance of the club you both pass Nika and KK, you take no notice but Paige while still following your lead slows only for half a second to bump KK’s arm, pointing ahead of her and sticking her tongue out. Both of the girls share a look of shock and before anything else could be exchanged, Paige was already one foot out the door alongside you. 

The air was chilled once you stepped outside, small gusts of wind whipping around the dark streets sending a chill down your spine. Luckily for the both of you taxis lined the street just a few steps from the exit waiting for drunken clients in need of a ride home or wherever they planned to go next. Paige opens the door to the first in line, allowing you to get in first before she follows. 

“How chivalrous of you.” you giggled before climbing in. Paige rolls her eyes, although the corners of her mouth lift slightly. 

Your apartment was only a short distance away yet it felt like it was taking ages to get there. The both of you were getting antsy in the back of the vehicle with each passing minute, and you were starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol wear off as you became increasingly anxious about your current situation. 

You had plenty of experience, sure, you’d known of your sexuality from a young age and had been with a decent amount of girls throughout the years but you couldn't help but feel almost inexperienced when it came to Paige. With how simply she had made the proposition you’d come to the assumption that this was nothing new to her, and started to wonder how many other girls from different teams she’d been in this exact situation with. It felt like a ridiculous thing to get irritated over but at the moment your mind kept wondering back to it. 

Paige on the other hand was practically vibrating on the inside, and if it was socially acceptable, or maybe even if she had had one or two more drinks before leaving, she would have pounced the second the two of you had gotten into the car. Instead she showed herself some restraint, opting for a hand gliding to your thigh only moving its way up ever so slightly and stopping at the hem of your dress. The same dress that she felt could kill her especially after seeing the back of it in all its glory on the way out of the club. It left nearly your whole back exposed as the fabric draped from your sides and met only at the base of your lower back. 

The feeling of Paige’s hand on you out of your thoughts, legs instinctively coming further together as the tension within you started to grow. Paige takes notice of this and luckily before she starts to act on her intrusive thoughts, the car comes to a slow stop at the front of your apartment building. Just as quickly as you had both left the club, Paige was opening the door of the taxi, taking your hand in hers and nearly pulling you out of the taxi along with her. She quickly goes to the passenger window while pulling a few bills out of her pocket and handing it to the driver, probably way more than the fare was actually worth but she couldn’t care less at the moment. 

Both of you made your way into the building, you leading the way to the elevator and as you pushed the button for your floor Paige can help but place her hands on you once again. This time her hands found your hips, and your lips curl upwards at the touch. Her thumb starts to trace the exposed part of your lower back, up and down your spine, and you lean back into her.

“There’s cameras in here ya know.” you say teasingly. It was true, there was, although you were sure based on knowing some of your neighbors late night activities that they had seen much worse. 

She chuckles, pressing herself further against your backside, leaning to where her lips were right behind your ear. 

“That’s why your dress is still on.” 

A shiver runs down your spine, and you start to feel the need between your legs growing stronger. You turn your head a bit to look at her but before your lips meet, the elevator dings with a signal that the doors are about to open and when they do you are now the one who was dragging Paige by the hand down the hall and into your apartment. When the two of you enter your thankful the girls who live with you are still at the club and the place was vacant because you waste no time grabbing Paige by the back of the neck and planting your lips on hers.

The kiss was rough, lips smashing into one another at a fast and sloppy pace. Her hands came down to your waist, gripping roughly, fingers making indents on your skin. Paige walks you backwards with your lips still connected to hers, stopping when your back hits the wall between the hallway and dining room, pressing her body against yours. You lift one leg up resting it on her hip and one of her hands come down to cup the back of your thigh to keep it there while the other glides from your exposed back lower to your ass and gripping, grinding into your core as she does so. 

A moan escapes you and is muffled by Paige’s mouth still on you, but as she grinds into you you feel something too hard to be clothing where her hips meet yours. Sliding your hand down to the waist band of her pants while the other stays at the back of her neck, your fingertips dip into the fabric slightly and just below the band of her boxers you feel thick fabric tight at the base of her hip.

You pull your lips away from her, both of you breathing heavily, looking down and then back up at her, “Are you wearing a fucking strap right now?”

Paige grins, placing another harsh kiss on your lips and squeezing her hand on your ass once again before pulling back, “Wanted to be ready,” she dips her head to your neck, starting to place open mouth kisses along your skin and sucking lightly. “Need to fuck you nice and proper like a real winner deserves.” 

You move to tilt your head letting her have more access to your neck where she continues her assault on your skin, lifting your hips simultaneously to create more friction between the two of you. Small whimpers flee from your mouth as she continues to grind against you, and you start to feel the wet patch in your panties grow wetter and your need to her touch growing stronger.

Finally Paige’s self control shatters, pulling herself off you, “Room.” she huffs, still catching her breath, “Now.” 

You peel yourself from the wall and start making your way down the hall to your bedroom, opening the door and barely making it inside before Paige in pushing you in and slamming it shut behind her. You’re back on each other in an instant, pulling Paige’s shirt off over her head leaving her in her sports bra and her anxiously pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders and allowing the rest to slide down and off of your body. 

Very happy in the moment that you had forgone a bra, Paige’s hand immediately found your breasts starting to knead at the soft skin. Lips reconnecting, she begins to move both of you closer to your bed. Before going further she parts from you and your hands shoot the the button of her pants, unfastening them and beginning to pull them down her thighs, exposing the large, thick strap on underneath them.

“Not wasting time are we,” she smirks as she watches you move further down and onto your knees in front of her, hands running up and down her thighs. “Shit…” Paige whispers as she watches you stick out your tongue at the tip of the strap. 

She reaches down, taking the base of the strap in her hand and placing the length of it onto your tongue. Paige lets a groan slip past as she watches you take it into your mouth, sucking on the hard plastic. If you didn't know better you'd think she could feel every bit of it with the look she had on her face and the noises she was making, a low throaty moan leaves her as you reach the base. Her hand comes to the back of your head, fisting your hair in her hand and holding you there for a second before pulling you back. The strap leaves your mouth with a pop, a string of spit connecting from the tip to your bottom lip. 

“Look so pretty sucking my cock.” Paige grabs either side of your face with her hand, squeezing your cheek together slightly so your lips are puckered and swipes her thumb on your lower lip before pulling you up to your feet. Her lips meet yours again at a slower pace, tongue entering your mouth. 

You bite at her bottom lip, pulling slightly before releasing it. “Get on the bed.” 

Her eyebrows raise at your words before taking her lip between her teeth, looking down at your current state, “Gettin bossy on me ma, you were just on your knees for me a few seconds ago.” 

“Please Paige.” you take one of her hands and put it in between your legs over your panties that are now completely soaked through.She looks down to where her hand is touching you, moving her fingers to rub over the fabric. You lean forward, peppering kisses up and down her neck and chest. 

“Fuck, you soaked for me already?” She pushes your panties to the side, rubbing your slick between your folds and rubbing your clit slowly. “You wanna sit on it baby?” 

“Mhm” Your response muffled into her neck, nodding in agreement as she pulls you back to look at you once again before moving towards the bed. 

Paige sits in the center, propping herself up on the headboard. You pull your panties off before she helps you on top of her, swinging one leg over her torso. You lean down, placing another deep kiss on her lips and rest your hands on her chest. Her hands move behind you, grabbing your ass and moving you over her strap. She lifts her hips up just enough to rub the tip of it along your folds. You whimper at the feeling of her movements, sitting back up enough to reach between the two of you, you grab the base of her strap and line it up with your hole, juices already coating it. Paige watches you carefully as her mouth opens slightly, fighting back a moan as you start to sink down onto her. She shifts her hips as you do so, gripping the sides of your hips so hard you knew there would be marks left behind the next day.

Slowly, you continue moving down the length, stretching you as you sink further. You let a choked moan out as you reach the base and still your hips for a moment to catch your breath. Paige looks up from between you and one of her hands leaves your hips, dragging slowly up the side of your waist with a light touch. You start to move your hips again, slowly moving your way back up her length and then down again. The fullness you feel is overwhelming, but you start to gain a steady rhythm and pick up your pace. 

Soon the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping and light moans. The wetness from your heat has made its way down to Paige’s thighs, coating them in slick. You clench around the strap as your movements continue, keeping yourself steady with your hands planted on Paige’s torso. She watches intensely as her strap glides in and out of you and she begins to grow desperate for more control. As much as she enjoyed watching you fuck yourself on her she wanted more.

Moving her hand further up from your waist and in between your breast, it lands on your neck, wrapping around and squeezing firmly and pulling you down towards her until your lips are back on hers. Her fingertips dig into your hip, slightly pushing them forward to force an arch as she keeps your lips pressed to hers in a sloppy kiss. Your mouth falls open with a gasp as Paige bucks her hips upwards, hand still on your neck she makes sure you stay right above her, lips still brushing hers as moans slip from you. 

The corners of Paige’s mouth turn into a crooked smirk as she continues her movements, setting a rhythm of her own, “Feel good huh?” Her breaths turn ragged as she keeps her pace, hips slamming into yours. “Gonna make you come all over this dick, just like you deserve.”

A borderline scream rips though you as Paige uses the hand still wrapped around your neck to push you back roughly, straightening you out again and hitting deep inside of you as her thrusts pick up pace. You try to meet them but your thighs are shaking violently now, and you can focus on nothing but the feeling of Paige deep inside you and her hand clamped around your throat. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten, ready to snap at any moment but don't want to give into it so quickly. 

“Take me so well, baby.” She whispers, groaning as she feels the stuttering of your hips trying to match hers. She removes her hand from your neck, bringing it down to where you connect. She starts rubbing light circles on your clit, watching her own movements for a second before looking back up to you to see your reaction to the added touch. 

Your moans turn into whines, thighs twitching and shaking even more than they already were. You grab onto her forearm for stability as you finally give in, pressure in your stomach relieving as you come undone on top of her. Your head is thrown back as your hips stutter back and forth. Paige continues her motions, letting you ride it your pleaser and taking in her view. Her hand moves around from your hip to your lower back, pulling you forward and towards her once again. She plants her lips back on yours, a softer, slower kiss this time. 

You both stay like that for a moment before pulling away. You lift your hips, wincing slightly as she leaves you, feeling the emptiness in its place. Taking the spot next to her on your bed, you both stay silent for a moment, chests moving rapidly as you both catch your breath.

After a couple minutes pass you turn on your side to look at her. Her hair is messy,  her skin glistens with a layer of sweat, and her cheeks are slightly flushed from exertion. She looks similar to how she does after a game, even down to the unreadable expression on her face. You wonder for a moment what it is she may be thinking about, then an idea pops into your head. 

You prop yourself up on one elbow, “Take it off.” 

Paige turns her head to look at you, eyebrows knit together with a confused look on her face before realizing what you mean. 

“You don't have to do that.” She says it in almost a whisper, cheeks flushing a bit deeper. 

“I know I don't, I want to.” You move one hand across her chest and up the side of her jaw, pulling her in for a slow, deep kiss. You hear Paige's hands moving to undo the buckle of the strap, pulling it off as your lips disconnect. 

Sitting up onto your knees,  you move downwards, dragging your hands down her body as you do so. Paige lets out a small ragged breath as your fingers hook onto the waistband of her boxers, looking up to her before dragging them down her thighs. You don’t take your time, getting into position on your stomach you grab each of her thighs before licking a long stripe through her folds. A loud moan leaves Paige’s mouth, hand darting to the back of your head and gripping onto your hair. 

You continue teasing her for a moment, spreading her wetness around before finally landing on her clit. You make soft circles with your tongue, sucking her clit into your mouth. Paige's grip tightens on your hair as your movements get quicker, lifting her hips as the pleaser courses through her. You bury your face into her, gripping onto her thigh as you continue to lick and suck at her sensitive bud. 

Moans continue to fall from Paige’s mouth, thighs clenching around your head as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. 

“Fuh– Fuck, gonna come on that pretty face baby.” She groans, barely able to finish her sentence.

You hum in agreement as you keep working her, kissing her clit and taking it back into your mouth. The vibration sends a wave of pleasure through Paige that tips her over the edge, letting a string of moans and a few noises that sound almost like sobs as she comes. Her hips roll against your face as she rides out her orgasm and you don't stop her, loving the pleasure she's getting from you in between her thighs. You stay there, licking her clean until she stills, not wanting to overstimulate her. 

Finally, you lift your head up, looking at Paige who laid with one arm draped over her face. You slowly make your way back up to her, stopping once you’re hovered over her face. Laying on top of her, you dip down and plant a few kisses along her neck. Paige removes her arm from her face and instead wraps both of them around your waist, turning her head to look at you. You do the same, resting your head on her shoulder meeting her eyes as you link your arms around her neck. 

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” She asks, lips turning to a smirk. 

You hum in amusement, “That what you say to all the girls after you get them in bed? Try to make them feel special?” 

Paige’s grin falters, eyebrows knitting together, “You really think I go sleeping around with anybody huh? Nice to know you think so highly of me.” 

You shrug your shoulders, “Why else are you showing up to a club in a city that's not yours wearing a strap then?” 

Paige scoffs at that, but also can't help but laugh slightly at your words, “Because you were there, idiot.” She brings a hand up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “If i was anywhere else my ass would have been asleep in my hotel room three hours ago.” 

Giggling at her choice of phrasing, you look at her for a sign of insincerity, finding none. 

“I’m glad you came.” You smile up at her. 

“Really?” She asked, wearing a more serious look now as her eyes scan your face. 

“Yeah,” You nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck once more, resting your head there. “And I'm glad you lost.”

“Okayyy,” She grabs your arms, rolling the two of you over until you're on your back and she's hovering on top of you, “You’re gonna regret that one.” 

Her head darts to your neck, attacking it with sloppy kisses and biting ever so often. 

“Paige!” You giggle, surprised at the quick change in mood. 

“Come on baby, show me how glad to see me you really are.”

[saintofdecayyy]

You should do the food review TikTok trend where theyre tryingthe food and then start making out, perhaps some smut after🫣

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZThvLDrqq/

𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄.𝐖

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and ellie do the wlw food review!!

𝐂𝐖: EXPLICIT CONTENT, 15+, smut, dirty talk, fluffy, etc

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ELLIE x FEM!READER

You adjust your phone against the dashboard, making sure the angle captures both you and Ellie in the front seats of her truck. The In-N-Out bag sits between you, grease already starting to darken the paper, and the smell of fresh fries fill the cab.

"Okay, is it recording?" you ask, leaning forward to check.

Ellie nods, unwrapping her Double-Double with practiced efficiency. "Yeah, you're good."

You flash a smile at the camera. "Hey guys! So today we're here with my girlfriend, and we'll be reviewing In-N-Out for the first time together."

You gesture to Ellie, who gives an awkward little wave, a smirk playing at her lips.

You unwrap your burger, the melted cheese stretching as you lift it. "Alright, let's try this." It's good, really good, but nothing revolutionary.

The video fades to black

and suddenly her hand is on the back of your neck, pulling you in. Your burger drops back into its wrapper as her lips crash against yours, hungry and insistent. She tastes like special sauce and want, her tongue sliding against yours as you gasp into her mouth. Your hand fists in her flannel shirt, pulling her closer across the center console, and she makes this low sound in her throat that goes straight through you.

Another transition happens

You pull back, both breathing hard, and blink at the camera like you're just remembering it's there.

“I’d rate it a 6/10 it’s good but not that good, what about you baby?”

Ellie clears her throat, her cheeks flushed pink, lips still wet. "Uh, yeah. 6/10 sounds about right. Good, but not life-changing or anything."

You end the video

She's biting her lip, trying not to smile.

"So," you echo, equally useless.

"That was—" she gestures vaguely at the phone, "—very on-brand for the trend."

"Very authentic," you agree, way too seriously. "Very believable couple energy."

"The most believable," Ellie nods, but her hand is already back on your thigh. "We should probably... I don't know, go home or something?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea," you say, making zero move to start the car. "Very responsible."

"Super responsible," she agrees, leaning over the center console to kiss you again, softer this time but no less intense. When she pulls back, she's grinning. "Okay, now we should actually go."

"Right. Going. Now." You fumble with the keys, nearly dropping them twice. The drive back to your apartment is a comedy of errors, you miss your exit because you're too busy laughing at something Ellie said, she keeps making jokes about your "6/10 rating," and by the time you're pulling into your parking spot, you're both delirious with anticipation and barely contained laughter.

"We're such idiots," Ellie mutters as you stumble out of the truck.

"The worst," you agree, but you're already pulling her toward the door.

The door barely closes before Ellie has you pressed against it, her mouth hot on your neck. "You're such a fucking tease," she growls against your skin, and you can't help the moan that escapes.

"Me? You're the one who—" Your words cut off as she bites down on that sensitive spot below your ear, her hands already working at the button of your jeans.

"Bedroom," you manage, but Ellie shakes her head.

"Can't wait."

She drops to her knees right there in the entryway, yanking your jeans and underwear down in one smooth motion. The first touch of her tongue makes your knees buckle, and you have to brace yourself against the door. She's always been good at this, knows exactly how to work you up, where to press and lick and suck until you're trembling.

"Fuck, Ellie," you gasp, threading your fingers through her hair. She looks up at you, eyes dark with desire, and the sight of her between your legs nearly undoes you right there.

She doubles her efforts, two fingers sliding inside you as her mouth focuses on your clit, and the combination is devastating. Your hips rock against her face, chasing the pleasure building in your core, and she moans against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine.

"I'm gonna—" you warn, but she already knows, can feel you tightening around her fingers. She curls them just right, and you come with a cry, your whole body shaking as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Before you can fully recover,

Ellie's standing, kissing you hard, and you can taste yourself on her lips. You walk her backward toward the couch, stripping off her flannel and shirt as you go. By the time the back of her knees hit the cushions, she's down to her sports bra and jeans.

You push her down and straddle her lap, grinding against her as you kiss her neck, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. She's panting now, her hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Please," she breathes, and you've never heard anything hotter.

You work her jeans open, sliding your hand inside, and she's so wet already. You stroke her slowly at first, teasing, until she's bucking up into your hand and cursing under her breath.

"More," she demands, and you give it to her, fingers moving faster, harder, until she's gasping your name and coming apart beneath you.

Later, tangled together on the couch, Ellie laughs softly. "That TikTok's gonna do numbers."

You grin against her shoulder. "Maybe we should review more restaurants."

She nods “We’d be Tiktok Famous”

[scarsw1fe]

right so can this happen to me

[dykebehaviour]

strap sucking w sub ellie? 😈

cw: sub!ellie, strap sucking, degrading, praising, strap riding, lowkey subspace.

the strap glistened, slick and messy with spit, and ellie’s lips were stretched around it like she was trying to prove something. she was on her knees between your thighs, cheeks flushed pink, eyes glassy, drool slipping down her chin as she bobbed her head like you’d told her to.

you leaned back against the pillows, hand tangled in her hair, guiding her pace. “fuck, ellie, look at you,” you murmured, watching her eyelids flutter open at your voice. she made a soft whimper when her eyes met yours, pupils blown wide, tears smudged under her lashes.

“you like it, huh?” you teased, tilting her chin up so she couldn’t avoid your gaze. the toy slipped from her lips with a wet pop, strings of spit still clinging. “sucking my cock like a good girl?”

ellie nodded quickly, too quickly, and licked her swollen lips before leaning forward to lick a stripe up the length of it. her voice cracked when she whispered, “y-yeah, m’good, promise.”

you laughed softly, pulling her closer until her mouth was back where it belonged. “show me.”

she moaned around the toy as she sank down again, gagging just a little when the tip hit the back of her throat. her thighs pressed together at the sound, and you noticed the way her hips rocked down against nothing, desperate for friction.

“look at you-fuck-so needy, ellie,” you groaned, tightening your grip in her hair. “all messy for me, just from sucking cock. you that desperate?”

she whimpered in response, choking when she tried to nod around the strap. tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her flushed cheeks as you fucked her throat in shallow thrusts, just enough to make her gasp every time you pulled back.

when you finally let her off, she was a wreck, face wet with spit and tears, chest heaving, lips swollen. she whined at the loss, trying to chase the strap with her mouth like she couldn’t stand to stop.

“pathetic,” you muttered, pushing her onto her back. she looked up at you, wrecked and needy, thighs spread wide without even being told. “gonna ride me now? earn it?”

her breath hitched, and she nodded so eagerly it made you laugh again. you settled back, tapping the strap against her clit. she gasped, hips jerking.

“ride it, ellie. show me how bad you want it.”

she sank down slowly, face twisting with a broken moan as the toy stretched her open. her hands clawed at your shoulders for balance, hips rolling once, twice, before she picked up a desperate rhythm. every bounce was sloppy, messy, her cunt dripping down the silicone and onto your thighs.

“oh my god-ohmygod,” she babbled, head tipping back. “feels so-ah…so good, fuck-”

you grabbed her waist and thrust up hard, making her scream. her nails dug into you, legs trembling as she tried to take it, ride it the way you wanted.

“that’s it,” you praised, fucking up into her until her moans were just high, broken sobs. “make a mess all over my cock, ellie. show me you’re mine.”

it didn’t take long before she was coming, crying out your name as her body shook apart on top of you. she slumped against your chest, sweaty and shaking, still grinding weakly down like she couldn’t stop.

you kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair. “good girl,” you whispered. “so fuckin’ good for me.”

she whimpered against your skin, still clinging to you like she never wanted to let go.

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[scarsw1fe]

mhm.

[pbpressure]

outside, inside | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff (yk ima always try my best to include the yearning of it all), public sex, fingering (reader receiving), light degradation, overstimulation(?), slight dom and sub dynamics, finger sucking, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 3.7k

summary: god bless the state fair

author's note: hi guys! i'm actually laughing while typing this because the idea of just posting after disappearing for so long is actually hilarious to me. missed you all so much, i hope you've been well!

i've also been doing my best to keep up with unrivaled, they just stress me out so bad...but if they like it i love it #fortheloveofthegame

anyways i'm done! tried my best to proofread but forgive me if anything slipped.

your feedback is always appreciated <3

enjoy! x

as paige got more accustomed to her new living environment, she fell in love with all the state of texas had to offer.

her current obsession was the state fair.

she’d been twice already, now convincing you to join her and her friends for a third. something about how it “got better every time”. plus she’d jump at any excuse to laugh until her stomach hurt on rollercoasters, stand around eating fried food, and gloat about how good she was at winning the ridiculously sized plushies at damn near every game booth. 

for those exact reasons you stood in line under the sweltering dallas sun, a lemonade in one of your hands and the half eaten corn dog you and paige were sharing in the other. 

of course the last day of the fair was one of the busiest, and since it was simultaneously the tail end of summer and the cusp of fall, the afternoon heat was somewhat painful. but you’d be more than pleased to be sporting a jacket when the sun went down.

the only thing making this all worthwhile?

paige.

although she was in the same position as you: hot, sweaty, and tired of the lines. it was harder to tell. the biggest smile had been stuck to her lips all day. she continued to crack jokes and reminisce with her friends from back home. their shared happiness made your own chest swell with fondness. 

but paige…oh god, paige. hair was freshly bleached and golden beneath the rays of the sky. her skin, increasingly tan and showing active proof of how the weather was affecting her. 

she looked good enough to taste.

surely she’d noticed how you’d been eyeing her since you left the house. especially because her legs were on display, flaunting the endless hours she’d spend in the weight room the last few months. every time you got sick of carrying something she'd take it from you without a second thought. the veins in her hands and arms pronounced, her biceps flexing every now and then.

it’s never ideal to be too handsy in public, and your best efforts were given. but after a while you had your hands wrapped around your girlfriend any chance you got and your head tilted upwards more times than you could count, begging her to plant a fat kiss on your lips.

paige finishes a conversation with the friend to her right, turning to face you once again. she doesn’t say anything at first, just scrunches her nose at you once she realizes she has your attention. 

you let your eyes wander up and down her frame slowly, memorizing the way she looked currently from head to toe.

“you look so good.” you say, loud enough to reach her ears and her ears only.

“i should be the one saying that to you,” paige pauses, pulling you closer by the waist and planting a kiss on the crown of your head. “you’re killing me right now.”

initially you don’t understand what she means.

your outfit is pretty simple. just a pair of shorts that sit low on your waist, a bralette that’s publicly appropriate in length, and a zip up hoodie that hangs halfway off one of your arms as a result of all the walking and sweating you’d been doing.

what paige sees is the way your hips sway when she falls behind in pace. your jacket is completely unzipped, your waist fully on display when you’re facing her. your abdomen flexes slightly every time you laugh, some payoff from your time in the gym. 

plus your ass bounces with every step you take, that’s enough to capture the blonde girl’s attention at any time.

you’re both doing a number on each other, in true fashion of two real yearners.

you raise one of your eyebrows in question, taking a sip from the drink in your hand and then offering some to the woman in front of you. 

she accepts, humming in approval of the taste. you pull the straw away with haste when she takes a particularly big gulp, her lips wet with a few drops of liquid that escape the straw prematurely.

the way paige’s lips glistened with the excess liquid made your head spin.

your face conveys how you feel all too well, but she chooses to say nothing. sending a look your way that says “behave” she turns around again since it’s finally her turn to order. 

it was gonna be a long ass day.

about two hours pass, now you’re standing in another line. this time it’s for a ride—thunderbird—and honestly you’re buzzing. but not because you’re excited to swing 200 feet in the air.

it’s because paige’s arms keep flexing when she leans further against the metal barricade behind her, the fragrance she's wearing kisses your nostrils with each gust of evening wind.

the heat between your legs is becoming burdensome. with every moment that passes you feel your resolve wavering. 

paige knows what she’s doing too. hands occasionally lingering on your waist, her front pressed directly to your back when moving around you. 

she watches you shiver when a breeze passes, her hands are automatic, finding the zipper on your jacket. her eyes are not subtle at all when they fall on your cleavage—your nipples are hard now too—then your upper half is sheltered by the polyester hoodie.

“thank you.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around her neck when she finishes zipping you up.

she answers by placing her lips against yours. the kiss is sweet, it's also quick and your lips make a smacking noise that makes the two of you giggle and the other people that you were with smile in adoration before going back to their conversation.

forcing paige down to your height, you waste no time bringing your lips up to her ear, the next three words that you say only for her to hear.

“i need you.”

she nods and pulls back, the look on her face is smug.

“i know.” 

the way she towers over you has got your limbs hot all over again, regretting the way you’d let her zip your jacket up moments. 

“i’m serious,” you whine, lowering your voice when you realize the conversation should not meet a pair of ears besides your own or your girlfriend’s. your eyes trail up toward your wrists that rest on paige’s shoulders. your entire expression falls. “m-my bracelet!” you gasp, immediately patting yourself up and down, hands resting in your pockets when you don't feel the precense of the tennis bracelet anywhere on your person.

“i could’ve sworn it was just on, i’ve been wearing it all day there’s no way it fell off without me noticing.” the words leave your mouth at a million miles a minute.

“are you sure you wore it out?” paige asks, it’s not a dumb question but you can tell she regrets it when she watches your face twist in slight annoyance.

you don’t intend to cause too much commotion, it was just a bracelet after all. but it was also a gift from paige.

when you see how her eyebrows raise in shock you already know it’s too late.

“do you think it’s too late to retrace your steps? did you have it on when we rode the last ride?” your friend asks, her eyes pan the ground around your feet.

“seems like i don’t know what i’m sure of anymore,” you say, clearly irritated but not pointed at anyone. 

“baby, will you help me look for it?” you turn to paige,  “if it’s lost it’s lost. but i’d rather check, even if it’s just a bit.” 

without hesitation she nods, “let’s go.”

not a beat passed before she let you drag her out of line and back the way you all had come from. you insisted that everyone else stay in line, ride the ride, and that you’d text them any updates on the bracelet before meeting up with them again.

paige is looking around like a maniac, as if finding the bracelet wouldn’t be like searching for a needle in a haystack. 

if it wasn’t with you, it was definitely gone. and you knew that.

which is why when you’re all the way back in the parking lot, insisting that she unlock the car you have to bite your lip to hide the tremble of your lips.

“you really think it could be in the car?” she asks, face twisting in confusion when your shoulders shrug. she almost looks annoyed with your sudden lack of urgency.

“it’s not in the car.” you say, pulling your hands out of your pockets to open the door of her backseat.

“wh–” before paige can ask you anything else you’re holding your hand up right in front of her face, the same bracelet that you’d left to look for is secure around your wrist and gleaming in the scant sunlight.

the look on paige’s face is hard to read, but instead of voicing her immediate thoughts she presses your hips into the edge of the seat behind you, muttering for you to “get in”.

when you’re both inside the car you waste no time mounting her. the first contact you share in private is rushed, your lips starved when they connect to hers.

it feels greedy almost, the way you melt towards her, an abundance of tension dwindling from your body.

paige’s hands are firm, griping onto you wherever they can. first she has a hand on your neck. not to choke you, but to remind you that she had control over your body.

and you’d give it to her time and time again.

you sigh into her mouth, your tongue moving languidly against hers. then you pull back reluctantly, hands resting on the headrest of the seat caging her in

“don’t be upset.” you say, doe eyes boring into paige’s as you lower yourself into her lap completely.

“upset? i’m not upset.” she responds, her hands hot on your skin as she uses her new grip on your hips as leverage to press your center further towards hers.

your shoulders fall in relief and your mouth is open in a silent moan, your clit caught against the lace of your panties beneath your shorts.

“in shock that you were able to pull that off, yes. but i’m not upset with you, baby.” paige continues, capturing your parted and panting lips in another kiss. 

this time it’s slower, you’re sharing each breath you take with her due to the proximity. when you feel the weight of her tongue in your mouth you swear you drool, drunk on the taste of her.

paige’s hands sneak beneath the waistband of your shorts, you pull away from her as your breath hitches. 

you don’t make any move to stop her, but she did pause in case you had. when you plead for her to continue with your eyes she forces you off of her lap to finish taking your bottoms off. with a soft thump your back hits the door opposite where you had entered.

your neck is immediately occupied with a mess of hot wet lips. she doesn’t leave any marks, but she bites down right below your ear to remind you that she could if she wanted to.

you whine and then swallow hard, suddenly aware of where you are.

nobody was around. 

the sun had started to set a half hour ago, and the tint on her windows was more than dark enough.

normal people were still occupied by the fair grounds and you were a good distance from the entrance. but you were determined; urged to combat the voice in your head that deemed you “easy as hell” for immediately spreading your legs in your girlfriend’s backseat.

“okay, maybe this isn’t a good idea.” your voice is airy, your entire top row of teeth exposed as your facade almost immediately falters. you sigh, hand clutching the back of her head as her lips continue to wander.

“mmm, no?” paige grumbles, muffled against your skin. 

she’s teasing, it’s clear that you’re not actually protesting. you tilt your head further, more property for the sloppy kisses she’s trailing down your neck.

“i never imagined the state fair parking lot being a good spot for this.” you spoke, lighthearted.

“because you don’t want it,” paige starts, her hand now lowering the zipper on your jacket so that it's open completely, the only thing separating your chest from her greedy lips was the thin cotton of your top. “or because you know you can’t keep quiet?”

you couldn’t help the way the corners of your lips twitched. the laugh caught in your throat quickly became a feather light gasp when paige’s fingers snuck into the waistband of your panties right where your thigh met your hip.

“i can keep quiet.” 

“so you DO want me to do something about this?” 

*thwack* *thwack* *thwack* 

your girlfriend punctuates her sentence by using the back of fingers to tap your clit. the sound of your wetness against her flesh echoing across the leather of the backseat.

“shit!” you hiss. your body jolts and and your eyelids flutter, heavy and becoming tacky with sweat. you had waited so long to be touched, your thighs are twitching in anticipation.

“answer me, baby. you want me to touch you?” paige whispers, her lips brushing your ear for a split second before she pulls back to watch you intently.

she can feel the needy thud of your clit beneath her hand, your cunt almost seeming angry with her despite the rest of your body reavealing the latter.

“you were going to anyway, why not just get on with it?” you moan, a scorching gush of wetness leaving you, kissing the pads of paige’s fingers that still tease.

her fingertips trace your puckering hole now, a whine yanked from the back of your throat when she almost slides her pointer and middle finger inside.

“watch it.”

“i know you can feel how wet i am, p.” you whisper, forcing your legs impossibly wider to make more room for the blonde on top of you. “please?”

there’s a pause, and paige lifts both her eyebrows in question.

you grind your hips up towards the sky, seeking more friction. when your clit meets the heel of her palm your entire body shudders, but it only lasts for a second before she pulls back and your hips to meet the seat beneath you. 

you huff in defeat at the loss of contact.

“you put on a whole. fucking. show. over a bracelet that you didn't even lose, all so you could have me to yourself." paige starts, her fingertips poke at your gaping cunt that clenches around nothing.

every time she pauses she simulates pushing her fingers inside, pulling them back at the last second to watch the way your pussy greets the false intrusion.

"then you play coy two minutes ago, acting like you give a fuck about where we are, even though your legs are wide open." she delivers a sharp blow to your clit with a flat hand, you wail at the sting. the sound of the strike leaves your ears ringing and your mouth agape.

"now you’re begging me to play with your pussy.” she snorts when you nod eagerly. there’s no room for shame, the throbbing between your legs teetering the brink of an ache and a burn.

“baby– oh my god!” whatever you were about to plead for next dies on the tip of your tongue.

the first breach of paige’s fingers inside is intoxicating. you fail to support your head as it hits the window behind you with a soft thud. you whimper, it’s raw, high in volume—so much that if it weren’t for the parking lot being abandoned you’d be in a world of trouble.

“fuck, she’s been waiting for me all day i can tell,” paige groans. “swallowing my fingers whole and i’ve barely done anything.” you can hear her own resolve fading with each word that she mutters under her breath. 

“feels so good, baby! shit—i don’t t-think i’m gonna last too long.” you whine, choking on your own spit when paige’s fingers curl upwards until they’re pointing back at her.

“try.” she demands, easing her fingers towards the spongy spot that she’d become more than familiar with.

the burn is addicting and the sounds that can be heard from the both of you are reminiscent of a porno. 

but it was that good. 

you start reciting her name. it’s rhythmic, a mantra. for a moment it’s the only syllable you’re capable of articulating.

the weight of her digits inside of you was bliss. your cunt squelched with each of her movements—music to her ears—it felt simultaneously too much and not enough. 

she knowingly picks up the pace, her fingers meeting every inch inside of you and your wetness pooling in her hand.

her eyes are locked on your face as she scissors the two fingers already in you. you yelp, mentally thanking god for the absence of any bystanders outside of the car.

“right there–god, pleaseee don’t stop!” 

“yeah, right there?” she mocks, using her free hand to force the hem of your top down, your bare tits now on display. 

you feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue on one of your nipples and your eyes roll into the back of your head so hard that it might’ve given you a headache if you weren’t experiencing the finger fuck of your life.

“paige– nng!” you gasp, the weight of your head multiplying when you force yourself upwards to watch the raunchiness below. 

a string of saliva connects her bottom lip to your nipple as she transitions to give the other one the same attention.

you absentmindedly bring another hand up to cradle her head, insisting that she remain as close to you as possible.

“you’re so good to me, p.” you whisper, clenching around paige’s fingers.

“you deserve it, mama. my pretty baby,” she mutters, lips still hot against the flesh of your tits. “this pussy missed me, just wanted some attention. couldn’t even wait a few hours so you had to act like a brat, hmm?”

her fingers never still and you have to clench your teeth momentarily, fighting off your orgasm with abbrutal amount of self restraint.

“yes, fuck—yesyesyes— i needed you, need you so bad. always.” you whimper, chest hot with desire. you occupy yourself with the task of watching paige. she looks just as wrecked as you by now.

it’s so sexy. 

her hair is a mess, which is your fault. but she’s truly to blame. a few beads of sweat kiss her forehead and the bridge of her nose. her lips are parted as she mimics your panting, eyebrows furrowing with each flex of her wrist between your legs.

you catch her off guard, gripping her chin and forcing her head upwards until her lips meet yours. 

it’s sloppy but neither of you care, just set on tasting each other. you take her tongue between both your lips, sucking hard. the groan that crawls from the back of her throat vibrates up the front of your chest.

she pulls away first. the sight of her wrecked, lips glistening sending a wave of heat to your cunt. 

paige adds a third finger and you become incoherent, lurching forward. if she wasn’t a decent amount stronger than you she might’ve fallen over from the force of your body reeling towards her.

“paige, please! i can’t, baby—you have to let me cum,” you plead “oh fuck! i’m–“ you whimper, eyes squeezing shut and tears pricking your eyelids. your thighs shake, nudging paige’s presence between them. 

“yeah?“ paige’s voice is low and hoarse, ragged similar to yours. “i’m the only one that gets you like this, right?”

you’re nodding fervently, hooded eyes glossy and stalled with hers. your vision blurs with the tears threatening to fall.

“say it.” paige’s fingers curl once more, pressing hard against your plush trigger spot.

you gasp, your own hand flying down to grip at her wrist. not to stop her, but for leverage.

“yes! only you, baby.” your hips match her rhythm instinctively. “need to cum for you, wanna make you proud.” you whimper, panting and struggling to hold eye contact. 

you can tell those last four words get to paige, her wrist stutters in motion and she whispers out a hushed “fuck” that you nearly missed due to the blazing heat in your gut.

“go ahead,” paige murmurs, her hand that’s not inside of you pressing against your lower belly momentarily before sliding down until her thumb can press against your puffy clit. “cum for me, baby.” 

your head hangs backwards between your shoulders as your eyes meet the remnants of the sunset outside the window. your chest heaving up and down, throat raw.

the gush of your release feels endless. molten against paige’s hand, her eyes never leave your cunt. she’s watching the way you grind against her, your lower body tranced and chasing stimulation to ride out the high. 

she thinks she can feel her mouth watering.

the comedown is sweet, she’s cooing against your exposed skin, fixing your shirt in the process. the cherry on top is the way she places a kiss over your heart that hammers against your chest. 

you can make out that she’s telling you how good you did for her, how pretty you are, and that she loves you. 

you wince when she pulls her fingers from you, instantly missing the fullness. 

you use every little bit of strength that you have left to lift your head again, taking the hand that was just inside of you into your own. you bring it to your lips to taste yourself, paige’s eyes on yours the entire time. 

separating her fingers from one another you bring them to your lips one by one, eyelashes batting as you put on another show with the last of your energy.  

your free hand is firm and guides her towards you until you’re face to face once again, her hand being the only barrier separating your lips from hers.

your tongue is scalding against her digits, the wet muscle also brushing against her stout bottom lip as you seek the last of your cum from her fingers. 

paige only allows you to suck on her fingers for a second longer before she closes the distance. her hand, now “clean” trails down to your hips. her grip on you is solid and you feel a few squeezes nudging your skin above the hem of your panties that she slid back into place. 

you pull away from her lips, giggling at how lewd this all felt and how she shook her head in disbelief.

“satisfied?” paige asks, moving yo retrieve your bottoms from behind her.

“beyond.” you nod, giddy. your cheeks are high in contentment when you’re fully clothed. paige lays back in between your spread legs, placing one last kiss on your lips.

“alright, let’s get back out there. we have a few hours until we actually have to leave and you owe me a thunderbird ride.” paige insists, opening the car door and pulling you upright. she let’s out a belly laugh when you groan from being perched in such a position for an extended period of time.

“whatever you say,” you hum, legs practically jello when they meet the ground outside.

“but, when we get back to the house it’s your turn.” you whisper, dragging her away from the car and back towards the smell of fried food and your friends that would be pleased to hear that the bracelet was in your possession, but jarred at how your makeup was smudged.

god bless the state fair.

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jesus

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AFTER THE STORM

camp counselor!Paige x camp counselor!reader In which reader is forced to spend a summer bunking up with Paige Bueckers, very quickly realising how annoyingly charming she seemed to be, having everyone else wrapped around her finger. But as time goes on, Paige seems to grow on the reader - all culminating in a shared night in a cozy tent and forced proximity.

Warnings: smut (oral & fingering, outdoors), language, enemies to lovers, plot Wordcount: 8.2K A/C: enjoy this while i work on the next parts of So It Goes :) have a good summer everyone!

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The very first moment you met Paige Bueckers you knew you didn’t like her. You didn’t like much of anything about this situation you’d been forced in. Summer spent amongst pine trees and mosquitoes, looking after preteens was a far call from the hopes of parties and yachts. The three rowboats on the lake could not make up for that. But for the sake of your scholarship for college, you were willing to sacrifice a lot. Even your entire summer.

You’ll give it to her, she was disarming - that lopsided grin and those sparkling blue eyes. She had everyone wrapped around your finger, making the group of college kids easily laugh with her sarcastic comments as the supervisor was offering a safety briefing to all the counselors on the night before what would be a long month.

“Kids aren’t allowed any sharp objects in their cabins-”

“Oh, shoot, there goes my plan with these knives I brought with me,” Paige groans jokingly and begins to dig through her backpack. A chorus of laughter and chuckling fills the room, making the blonde girl smile to herself arrogantly. Like she was expecting it. You didn’t like that. She tried too hard for your liking

What you liked less was when you found that you would be sharing a room for the next four weeks with her. 

“And you two will be staying in this one,” the supervisor unlocks an oak door into a wooden cabin divided into multiple rooms. You stand behind Paige, who’s already peeking inside, heaving her bags onto the table.

As you struggle up the front steps with the overpacked suitcase, the blonde is quick to hurry to you, wordlessly snatching the bag from your hands and carrying it up. The muscles of her arms and back are carved in the moonlight as you follow annoyed. You could’ve easily gotten them up the stairs yourself. Besides, she could’ve asked. Could’ve introduced herself. But she seemed to have introduced herself to everyone but you.

“You know I coulda got that,” you say as the wind slams the door shut behind you. It might’ve been summer but not quite as warm as you hoped for. Although, maybe it was a blessing. This cabin did not seem to have AC.

“Sure princess,” Paige mumbles, the unwelcomed nickname only egging you on further. Who does she think she is?

You follow with your arms crossed as Paige looks around the small, dim room, checking every nook and drawer. It smells like pine and summer, but also a hint of a cologne that must be coming from the girl. She seems to be looking everywhere but at you, blue eyes scanning around. There’s a gnawing in your stomach, a twist. You wish she would at least look at you. I mean it’s the polite thing to do.

“Top or bottom?”

Your brows raise in shock as you take in her words. “Huh?”

She lets out a dry laugh that reminds you of the boys at frat parties, heaving her back onto the top bunk. She seemed to have decided for herself. Ignoring her, you grab some pajamas from your bag and hurry into the bathroom. It was time to wash the day off and prepare for the early morning tomorrow, for when the kids would arrive. 

But as you open the bathroom door, your toiletry bag crashes to the floor with a loud slam. There’s a spider, roaming all over the sink, easily the size of your fist.

“You okay?” Paige is quick to get up and peek from behind your shoulder to find what’s got you so distressed. Turning around, you bury your face into your hands to try and shake the image out of your head. You hated spiders.

“Spider,” is all you can muster up, walking out of the bathroom. The blonde lets out a chuckle, watching you closely.

“Dude, it’s just a bug,” she laughs. You notice she’s taken off her shirt, now in only a pair of basketball shorts and a sports bra. To your surprise her arms seem to be big and strong, shoulders much wider than you expected. Realising your staring, your eyes flutter away as your cheeks turn red.

“Why is there a spider in the bathroom?” You groan.

Paige chuckles. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. This ain’t the last spider you’re gonna see.”

With a chill you let out a heavy sigh, your head spinning. The blonde looks at you, grabs a magazine and a cup and returns to the bathroom. “I got it,” she mumbles, small squeals coming out of her mouth as she takes the spider outside.

You hated it. She just called you a princess not more than 15 minutes ago and already you were proving her right. It’s true that you were more of a city girl, but this annoying stranger you were forced to spend your summer with didn’t have to know that.

“All done princess,” she grins as she enters the cabin, closing the door behind her. You want to tell her to stop calling you that, but somehow you knew it would only encourage her.

Rolling your eyes, you pull out your phone and curl into bed. No Wifi. Great. Curling to your side, you bury your face into the flat pillow. This would be a long month.

Little did you know it only got worse.  

Within the first week you were enlightened to the fact that you were more of a city girl than you ever realised. Paige, to your demise, seemed to have picked up on this very faster than you. The blonde seemed to find every moment to point this out - not with words necessarily but with that smug grin and always offering her help when she saw you struggling. You knew it wasn’t out of kindness. She liked how humiliated you felt. How your ears turned burning red at the nicknames, and how you huffed when she asked that God forbidden question.

“You need some help, princess?” 

You’re standing in the middle of what the others called a “path” in the woods, winding in two different directions. One leading to the lake, the other to the cabins. The tall trees surrounded you, every rock looked the same. Truthfully, you had no idea which direction to take and the sleep deprivation wasn’t helping.

Turns out the woods were loud, even at night. The birds woke up inhumanely early and of course, Paige snored. Not loudly, but enough to keep you up. On top of everything, you had a surprise intervention at 3am the previous night with a group of girls who had decided to sneak out and go for a night swim. All you wanted was to get to your cabin and go to sleep on your thin, uncomfortable bed.

“Are you following me?” You huff frustratedly, watching Paige swat her leg at a mosquito. She lets out a hearty laugh, walking past you without answering.

“Hello? I’m talking to you,” you repeat, crossing your arms over your chest. She turns around to face you. that oh so familiar grin on her face that said she’s got you right where she wanted - frustrated.

“I heard,” she answers, raising her brows. “You look lost.”

“I’m not.” A complete lie. 

“Suit yourself,” she grins, pulling up her hood and striding towards the path curving right.

“Where are you going?” You ask, thinking of any sneaky way you could figure out which was the right path to the cabins. 

“To the lake,” Paige shrugs. “Kids wanna go rowing so I’ma take them.”

“After last night?” You exclaim. Another problem you had ran into - you and Paige had entirely different counseling styles, forcing you to be the fussy, strict one allowing her to be the fun one. All the kids adored her, basically ran after like puppies to get to spend time with her. Much like the other counselors. You weren’t buying the act though.

“Whatchu mean?”

You roll your eyes. “They sneaked out and you’re rewarding them?”

“Oh trust, there was nothing rewarding about that speech you gave em,” she groans.

“Paige!” You complain, “seriously?”

”Oh come on,” she grins, nodding her head towards the direction of the lake. ”Come with us.”

”No thank you,” you groan without even considering, and turn to the path on the left hoping it’ll take you to the cabins.

”Fine, go mope around like you have all week,” Paige yells after you, Frustrated, you stomp all the way to the door of your shared room, fuming. She’s so infuriating. Worst of all, she is so damn charming she had everybody wrapped around her fingers. 

You slam the door behind yourself, throwing yourself onto the bed, hitting your toe on the frame. Groaning out loud, a sharp pain shoots through your body only angering you more. Every little word she said made you livid. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her hoarse voice, that laugh, those blue eyes. Paige Bueckers made you furious.

But you couldn’t let her win. No way. She doesn’t get to. How dare she suggest you’ve been moping around? Changing into a bikini and throwing a pair of denim shorts and a sweater on you hurry out. That’ll show her.

Before thinking it through, you’re jogging through the woods towards the lake (or at least you hoped so). The smell of the water hit you first, and you knew you were close when you heard Paige making the group of kids laugh on the shore, helping them push two row boats into the water.

”Don’t forget your life vests,” you remind the group as you emerge from the woods, swatting mosquitoes off your arms. ”And I brought bug spray.”

To your shock Paige’s eyes widen, and then sparkle excitedly in the late afternoon sun, still warm on your skin.

”Yeah, she’s right. Go get the vests y’all,” Paige smiles, pointing the kids to the sheds. She’s left standing in the shallow water, holding onto the rowboats.

”You came,” she says with a tone of surprise.

You walk by her, shoulder touching hers as you do. An immediate spark, felt by you both according to the way your eyes meet for just a moment.

”I’m not moping,” you tell her matter of factly, and hop into the rowboat. Leaving the girl grinning, the kids pile into them as well. Paige takes a seat next to you in the middle and grabs the rows.

”You wanna try?” She asks you, offering them to you. ”I can teach you.”

”What makes you think I don’t know how to row?”

She looks you up and down, meeting your eyes. ”I can tell.”

”How?” You ask as she begins to row the boat toward deeper waters, taking her time. You can’t ignore the way her jaw clenches, and how the muscles on her arms grow more prominent as she does so. You’re not sure why it made your stomach stir.

”I just can tell you didn’t grow up on a lake,” she says like it means something else but you’re not sure what. Either way, you’re a little offended. Though she’s right.

”I’m more of a pool girl,” you admit, reaching over and running your fingers along the water. It’s surprisingly cold, goosebumps rising on your skin as result. Or maybe because your bare leg brushes against Paige’s.

”’Course you did princess.”

Before you can protest the nickname, the three boys in your boat point at the girls, about 10 feet ahead.

”Paige!! They’re winning!!” One of them, Caleb, complains.

”We’re so cooked, we’re losing,” the other groans, shaking his head.

The girls in the second boat giggle, waving at us. You laugh too, noticing a spark in Paige’s eye.

”Ain’t no way,” she chuckles, beginning to row furiously. ”That I’m losing to some ten year olds!”

Her voice echoes around the lake, making the girls squeal and row more furiously. 

”We’re twelve!”

”Big difference!” You yell after them as you gain speed, Paige huffing and sweat trickling down her neck as she rows faster.

-

”I can’t believe we lost,” Caleb mumbles, jumping off the boat back onto the shore. You’re still sitting on the boat as Paige pulls it onto the sand and offers you a hand to help you out. Stubborn as you are, you ignore it, jumping out without help and nearly falling face first into the water. Cheeks red, you watch that stupid arrogant grin spread onto the blonde’s face once more.

The sun has begun to set, painting the sky orange and pink. But the kids seem far from tired, splashing the water all over each other.

“Can we swim just for a bit. Pleaseeeee,” One of the kids, Clara, pleads with you and Paige. Glancing at each other, the blonde pulls off her hoodie to reveal a black bikini top underneath.

“I could go for a swim, I’m sweaty as fuck- oh I mean frick.”

The kids all laugh, and for the first time in a week you chuckle too. This seems to take the blonde by surprise, but she doesn’t comment or push. Simply looks at you.

“Okay, go swim,” you smile. “But shower after everyone. I don’t wanna find beds full of sand.”

With laughter, the kids run in the water, taking turns jumping off the pier. Paige does too, taking turns throwing them into the lake. You watch the horizon as the sun sets, the golden light engraving the memory into your brain. Paige’s hair dripping water down her muscular back, the black swim trunks hanging low on her hips.

Suddenly the blonde is walking towards you, holding her long arms out. By the smile on her face you can already tell what she’s thinking.

“Nuh uh, not happening,” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, live a little,” she complains. “I thought you weren’t moping hm?”

That does it. In seconds, you’ve pulled off your clothes and are walking on the pier in your pink bikini with the blonde at your heels.

“Look! Look!” Ryan, one of the boys screams before doing a backflip into the water. You laugh, dipping your toes in. 

“It’s so cold,” you whine. “And murky, what if there’s sharks. Or big fish.”

But as you turn to Paige, you notice her blue eyes scanning your body, and you swear she was staring at your ass. You must’ve imagined it.

“Paige?”

“Uh- what? Uh sharks. No sharks,” she mumbles, quickly averting her eyes.

“I dunno, it’s cold,” you complain.

“As frick?” Caleb asks. Everyone laughs.

“You can swim right?” Paige asks.

“Of course I can sw-”

Before you can finish your sentence, her clammy hands have pushed you in. The shock of the water hits you, but it’s not nearly as cold as you thought it would be. Rising back above the surface, you hear laughter surrounding you.

“I’m gonna kill you Bueckers,” you scream, brushing your wet hair back.

“Oh bet,” she chuckles before jumping after you, causing a big splash which wets your face again.

“Oh my gosh,” you squeal, wiping your face. Beginning to swim towards the shore, Paige follows after you, splashing you with water. “Stop!”

“Make me,” she grins. You splash her too, but she dodges. Frustrated, you do it again and this time it hits her face perfectly. As you’re about to slam the water again, she dives into the murky water, disappearing from sight.

You look around for any sign of Paige, only to let out a scream when her big hands come to your waist, surprising you and squeezing.

“Stop,” you giggle, your toes finally reaching the sandy floor.

“Tell me I win,” she smirks, tickling your sides.

Laughing, you push her by her chest but she won’t budge. She’s far too strong, holding onto you with ease.

“Okay, fine, fine, you win,” you say breathlessly, and she finally stops squeezing your sensitive sides. Her hands however linger for longer than necessary, running down to your hips before letting go, leaving you tingling.

“You,” you start, still trying to catch your breath. “Are the most annoying person I ever met.”

“I’ll take it,” she shrugs easily.

-

Slowly, as time went on you learned to tolerate Paige. You bickered like an old married couple, sure. She really knew how to push your buttons, getting some sort of sick satisfaction from getting on your nerves. It’s not like you liked her, but you were starting to see why she had everyone so charmed.

“How much longer?” One of the girls complains, swinging her water bottle. 

“Ana, we’ve been walking for twenty minutes,” Jess, one of the other counselors laughs. Today’s activity was a hike, which had not been a hit with the kids. The point was for them to identify as many plants, bugs, birds and trees as they could on the way up the mountain trail. 

“Can we take a break?” Caleb whines, walking beside Paige and holding a stick.

“I had a lil more faith in y’all,” Paige chuckles ruffling the young boy’s hair affectionately. You walk a little behind, eyes on the blonde’s low ponytail swinging in the breeze. It was the perfect day for a hike. A little cloudy, the sun peeking out here and there to greet yoy just to disappear again. 

Falling behind a little bit, you hurry toward the girl, eyes locked on her when, as if out of nowhere, a thick root emerges from the ground and as result you take a misstep.

“Ow!” A yelp leaves your lips, making everyone snap their heads toward your direction. A sharp pain makes your eyes squeeze shut, as you hop onto a large rock, hissing with pain each time you put any weight on your right ankle.

“You okay?” Paige is the first to ask, rushing over. She kneels in front of you, brows furrowed and eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” you hiss, though the pain persists. The girl holds your ankle with caring hands, moving it around until a sharp jolt shoots through your body and you yelp once more. 

“She rolled her ankle,” she tells the others as you attempt to stand back up.

“I’m fine,” you mumble stubbornly, but immediately stumble trying to put weight on it. Paige grabs hold of you. Great. Not only would you not be able to hike, but there was no way you were making it back on your own.

“I’ma take her back,” Paige asks as if reading your mind, without consulting you. As always.

Some of the kids let out disappointed groans. Paige was definitely the favourite even with the kids.

“No,” you resist, sitting back down on the rock. “I’ll wait here. It’s fine.”

Paige snorts, shaking her head. “It’s an eight hour hike. Prolly closer to ten with these ones. I’m taking you back.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you back. End of story.”

And that’s the conversation done. You could see it in her eyes, determined and feisty. Without asking, she wraps your arm around her shoulders, helping you up. The blush on your cheeks forces your eyes to flicker down, not needing her to see the effect her touch had on you. Her skin felt smooth and sticky with sunscreen, arms strong as you both wave bye to the group.

“That better?” She asks, her fingers digging into your side. With each step she carries your weight, bringing relief to your ankle that was beginning to swell.

“Yeah, thanks,” you mumble, embarrassed. You feel awkward and clumsy, pressed into her side like this. It was the damn woods. It was bringing out the worst in you. Part of you wished you had met Paige back home, where you were graceful and pleasant. Not here, amongst the mosquitoes and the pine trees and the spiders and no wifi. It made you irritated and moody. It felt bothersome that she couldn’t see you in your element, just as charming as she was. Though you weren’t sure why it bothered you so much.

“You don’t like the woods much huh?” She asks, helping you limp down the trail slow as snails.

“Nope,” you hiss, wanting to curse every single tree and rock in this entire forest.

Paige chuckles, her blue eyes boring into you. “Then why’d you even come here if you’re so miserable?”

Feeling bashful under her gaze, you had no other chance but to be honest. “My scholarship. It was either this or picking up trash. Guess I picked wrong.”

“Oh it’s not that bad,” she says. “You got to meet me.”

“How could I forget,” you answer dryly, making Paige laugh. 

“I’m not that bad,” she mumbles, smiling down at you. The limping was becoming increasingly difficult, even the lightest step making you hiss in pain.

“Hurts that much huh?” She asks. You merely nod, trying to focus on the destination rather than how long the trip down would take. “Alright, c’mon.”

With that, she scoops you up into her arms like you weigh nothing. Butterflies erupt deep in your abdomen, your arm wrapping around the back of her neck.

“Paige,” you complain. “I weigh too much.”

“You’re kidding, have some faith in me,” she laughs, carrying you down the trail with ease. “Light as a feather.”

The rest of the way you spend in silence, only interrupted by the birds fluttering from one tree to another, chirping as they do. Most of it because you’re unable to talk, far too flustered and confused by the feelings stirring inside you as she carries you in her strong, sure arms all the way to your shared room.

“There you go princess,” her breath is hot, tickling in your neck as she lowers you onto the bed, so carefully as if you’re made of porcelain. 

“Thank you Paige,” you murmur, watching closely as she fusses around you. Suddenly your ankle is raised on two pillows and her hoodie, a bag of ice pressed onto the swollen muscle. The condensation drips down your leg, onto her clothes. But she doesn’t seem to mind, bringing you water and a can of Sprite.

“Paige, I’m good,” you stop her as she keeps fluffing the pillows and checking on your ankle. “You’ve done too much.”

“Does it hurt?” She asks, face filled with concern.

“Not really,” you mumble, leaning back on the bed. “Just a little sore.”

“You need anything? More water? Another pillow? A snac-”

“Paige. I’m good. Sit your ass down,” you say sternly. Before you think of it further, you pat the space next to you on the bed, just barely enough space for the girl. She, however, doesn’t hesitate, carefully scooting onto the mattress. She’s so close to you, your legs and arms are pressed against one another. You wonder if she feels it too. The tingling, the electricity.

“You sure it doesn’t hurt?” She asks, turning her blue eyes to you. Your faces are merely inches apart, her breath smelling like mint from the gum she’s been chewing.

“I’m sure,” you whisper, your voice surprisingly shaky. “Thank you.”

Paige grins, but not in that arrogant way that irked you. No, this was more genuine, meaningful.

“Why d’you not like me?” She asks suddenly, a certain vulnerability in her eyes.

Surprised by her honesty, you look away. “I do like you Paige,” you answer. “Honestly, I thought you hated me.”

“What?” She chuckles gently, throwing her arm behind your shoulders with ease. You lean into her even just an inch, making you feel lightheaded. “No way, I just like getting on your nerves.”

“I can tell,” you roll your eyes. “Hollup, why would you think I don’t like you?”

“Cause,” she shrugs, now her turn to look bashful. “You’re like the only one here not laughing at my jokes… Or giving me attention.”

You can’t help but snort, turning to her. Her nose is nearly touching yours, the heat of her face tingling against you. Suddenly the air shifts. She swallows loud. You lick your lips. The irritation and annoyance that had grown the past couple weeks suddenly bursting into nothing but attraction.

“I don’t hate you,” you repeat, voice barely a whisper. Her fingertips hesitate, but come to brush a strand of hair off your face, behind your ear. It takes almost all your strength for your eyes not to flutter shut.

Before you comprehend what’s happening, she begins to lean in, inching closer and closer. And suddenly you’re dying to taste her, mind wrapped around what her lips might feel on yours. It’s too fast. Too much. Overwhelmed, you turn your head away, clearing your throat.

“Actually, I think I’m a little hungry,” you murmur weakly, Paige quickly pulling back.

“Uh, yeah, course,” she answers, face red and flushed. Her weight lifts off the bed and silently, she walks to the door, stopping as she opens it.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you picked the camp and not the trash,” she says with more confidence, before disappearing and closing the door behind her.

-

It had been a week since your near kiss, and things had been awkward. She seemed to be more careful around you, watchful of every word and action. You’d be lying if it didn’t bother you. You missed it, even when she was getting on your nerves. 

“Haven’t you had enough s’mores?” You ask Ryan, watching as he pokes yet another marshmallow onto his stick.

“Never enough,” the boys grin, positively on their tenth s’more. Paige sits on the opposite side of the fire, poking it and laughing at something Jess was telling her. A jolt of jealousy ran through you - not that you had any right to be jealous. 

“Is your ankle better?” Clara asks, her sweet eyes gleaming with worry. 

“It is! Thanks for asking,” you smile, handing her your s’more. “It doesn’t hurt no more.”

“Paige was so strong carrying you back,” she says in awe, glancing towards her.

You do too, remembering the way her arms felt wrapped around you. Regretting the way you looked away.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“Alright y’all, bed time. Everyone in their tents,” Paige claps her hands together, beginning to shoo the kids away from the fire. We were only 15 minutes away from the cabins, but the illusion of a real campsite was there. Large tents up everywhere, and smaller ones for the counselors to share - one for you and Paige.

“This is a lot smaller than I imagined,” you chuckle as you step into the tent, barely enough space for two sleeping bags. 

“Oh shit,” she murmurs awkwardly. You both set up the sleeping bags in silence, the tight space making the tension even more uneasy. You try to look away, but can’t help the way my eyes flicker towards her as she pulls off her shirt, letting her wavy hair down from the two dutch braids. A jolt runs down your spine, straight to your core as her arms flex, biceps prominent and beautiful.

“Damn, I gotta go check that the kids are in bed,” she murmurs, rubbing her face sleepily.

Your eyes drag from her torso to her face. “I can do it,” you answer, eager to get out of this tight space.

The summer night is warm, the campsite illuminated by the stars above as you peek into each tent one by one. 

“Go to bed,” you tell the girls still giggling underneath their blankets knowing full well they won’t. The rest seemed to have fallen asleep after the long day. But you’re still not ready to return to that tiny tent, filled with tension and electricity. No, fuck this. Why was she so bashful now? So distant? You wouldn’t let her win. She needed to fix her attitude.

With a new found confidence, you make your way into the tent to find Paige sitting up with a book in her hand, pushing her glasses up her nose bridge. You zip up the tent carefully behind you.

“They asleep-”

But she quiets down the moment you grab the book from her hands, placing it somewhere beside her. You crawl into her lap, straddling her. Perhaps this was stupid, but you were over how she was acting.

Paige opens her mouth to speak, but you bring your finger to her lips. “Shh,” you shush the girl, pulling her glasses off. She’s trembling, chest heaving as her breathing turns labored and purposeful. 

And slowly, then all at once you press your lips against hers. Her mouth opens as she kisses you back, hands quickly finding the back of your head to pull you closer. You whimper, hands gripping her shoulders, lips sliding against hers - slick, hungry and desperate.

She lets out a heavy exhale through her nostrils, another hand slipping down your back along your spine, until it ends up on your ass. Grabbing greedily, she kneads the skin, getting you to moan into her mouth.

Paige takes this chance to slip her tongue into your mouth and to meet yours. Saliva covers both your lips as you fight for dominance, but it’s no use. She has already won.

Your teeth bite down on her plump bottom lip to tug on it hard enough to make the blonde hiss. She pulls back, pupils blown out as she looks at your swollen mouth.

“You fuckin’ tease,” she hisses, soaked lips attacking your neck. “Got me thinking you don’t want me.”

You let out a moan as Paige’s lips suck on the crook of your neck, the skin there sensitive and tender. Your hands tuck on her wavy, silky hair, hips grinding down into her for any kind of friction. It’s not enough.

“Goddamn,” she hisses, kneading your ass harshly to make you grind down harder. “Bet you’re soaked right now.”

“Fuck you,” you say, voice shaking with need.

“Gotta be nicer to me if you want me to princess,” she grins against your neck, tugging at the flimsy tank top you’re wearing. Before you can process, her mouth is biting and kissing your chest through your satin bra, nipples hardening fast. She’s right. You are soaked, your underwear turning more and more damp each second. If you thought this would be the time for you to claim back power you were mistaken, your body already putty in her hands.

Desperately, your hands find the band of her shorts, fingertips gliding along it teasingly. The blonde groans, bucking her hips. A gash of wetness drips out of you, the thought of how soaked she is making you dizzy.

”That’s what I thought,” you murmur, glad to find she needed you just as bad. Painfully slowly, your hand slides the shorts down her legs. Your movements are clumsy in the small tent, but neither of you could care less. The heat between you two was far too great.

Paige’s hands wrap around you, reaching back and unclasping your bra. Her eyes widen with awe as your tits fall out, nipples hard and perked up just for her.

”Fucking shit,” she whimpers, not wasting any time to latch on. Her tongue circles and then sucks, warm and wet against your cool skin. A high pitched hiss leaves your lips as she bites down on the nipple ever so gently.

”Gotta be a lil more quiet,” Paige says hoarsely against your chest. 

”Mhm, yeah, I can do that,” you whimper, willing to say anything to keep her going. The blonde keeps sucking, the sensation driving you insane. You felt her everywhere, yet it wasn’t enough.

Paige seemed to think likewise, her own hand dipping between her legs and rubbing harsh circles over the black boxers as she works your breast, fingers coming to grope the other one, rolling your hard nipple between them.

You can’t help it, your hand replacing hers at once. She’s damp through the soft cotton, biting down on your nipple trying not to moan. With your free hand you tuck on her hair and guide her swollen, plump pink lips to yours. The kiss is raw and filthy, tongues clashing, spit everywhere. A string of saliva connects you two as you pull back, beginning your descent.

You want to take your time, kissing her neck and chest downwards. But Paige has other plans. Her hands grab a hold of your shoulders, pushing you down with so much force and urgency you couldn’t dare deny her.

Once you’re between her legs, she doesn’t waste time to pull her own boxers off. The sight is overwhelming. Even in the dim tent you can see that her cunt is soaked, glistening in the darkness. Immediately, your mouth is watering for her.

”Shit,” you whisper, leaning down and kissing on her inner thighs as she spreads her legs for you. ”You’re so wet.” 

Paige isn’t having any of your teasing, her hands finding their way straight into your hair and gripping hard. Suddenly she’s guiding you right where she wants you, your mouth filling with the taste of her.

”Mmph,” you whimper against her soaked folds, pressing open mouthed kisses along her slit. She tastes like heaven, quickly wetting your chin and nose too.

”God,” she grunts, lifting her head to look down at you. Your eyes dart up to her face - mouth ajar, heavy lids, cheeks flushed. She looks beautiful, already drowning in ecstasy.

”I love how you taste,” you mumble, licking along her slit and letting her wetness cover your tongue. Paige lets out a guttural moan, bucking her hips impossibly closer.

”Shh,” you remind her as you pull back, face glistening with her juices. ”Quiet, remember?”

”Just fuck, keep going,” she hums frustratedly, pulling you back to her soaked cunt roughly. You keep your eyes locked on her expression, quickly finding what drives her crazy as your lips tongue swirls against her clit.

”You’re so good at that,” she whispers. Her voice shakes, the grip in your hair tightening. ”Keep going baby.”

Her words encourage you enough, making you forget all about the strain on your jaw. The sounds filling the tent turn filthy and wet as you lie your tongue flat against her, shaking your head. This does it, making Paige grab hold of you even tighter, guiding you where she wanted.

”Mhm, taste so good,” you moan quietly. ”I love your pussy.” 

She’s whimpering, trying to stay quiet by biting down on her lip. 

”Want your tongue out,” she groans. ”Need to fuck your face.” 

You do as she tells you, her hands pulling you closer and quite literally bucking her hips and grinding her pussy against your tongue. 

”Just like that,” she praises, her entire body shaking. The way she’s clinging onto you and throwing her head back tells you she’s nearly there. ”Fuck, you’re so good princess.”

A gush of wetness drips out of you, soaking the fabric of your thin panties. Paige keeps fucking your face, spreading herself all over you as your tongue rubs against that sensitive bud, bringing her to the edge.

”Look at me, sh- please,” she cries out, both hands pulling on your hair. ”I’m gonna cum.”

At the exact right moment, your eyes snap open. They meet hers just as her thighs clench around you, and her climax takes over. It drives you insane to see her like this, under your control, whining and whimpering all because of you.

”Ohh, shit,” she mewls, eyes rolling back as her movements turn sloppy and desperate. You coax her through it, watching the way her face twists in pleasure. Finally, she lets go of you, panting hard.

”Wow,” you sigh, climbing up her body. She’s trying to catch her breath, chuckling softly.

”Tell me about it,” she gleams, pulling you into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Your teeth nearly clank together from the hunger, tongue darting out to taste herself on your lips.

Suddenly, with no time to rest, Paige flips you over to your back. The ground is hard underneath you, only softened slightly by the sleeping bags underneath you two. In that moment you know you’ve lost your upper hand.

Paige doesn’t hesitate, beginning to kiss down your body with a single destination in mind. But she’s taking forever to get there, getting distracted by your breasts, sucking on the peaks. Her hands glide down against your sides over each rib painfully slowly. In a moment of great need you try to push her down much like she did with you. But she doesn’t budge, merely grabbing your wrists and pushing them away.

”You okay beautiful?” She asks, kissing down your abdomen and glancing up at you. 

”Mmhm,” you whine, bucking your hips in desperation. It’s obvious what you want. Still she makes you work for it, loving to see you humiliated and needy.

”What’s wrong?” She asks menacingly, her voice sadistic and teasing. 

”Paige,” you complain.

”Whatchu want princess?” She asks, fingertips toying with the laces on your shorts. You might die before she actually touches you. ”Are you wet?”

Eagerly you nod, looking down at her. 

”Oh I bet,” she grins, finally tugging your shorts down all the way, bringing your panties with them. ”Lemme see that shit.”

With that, you spread your legs wide. Paige lets out a hungry groan when her eyes meet your pussy, gushing and glistening.

”That’s all for me?” She asks, fingertips spreading your lips apart ever so carefully, studying you. 

”Mhm,” you whine, chest heaving with the knowledge that soon she’d be touching you right where you needed.

”Fuck baby, you throbbing,” she hisses, leaning down and dipping a finger into your entrance. It glistens as she pulls it back and wraps her mouth around it, letting it go with a pop. ”And taste so damn good.”

”Please,” you complain, completely lost control over yourself now, willing to do pretty much anything for some relief.

”Say that shit again,” she groans, hot breath tingling against your wet cunt.

”Please Paige,” you whimper even more desperate. That seems to do it as she finally leans down and with a loud slurp, licks up your slick.

”Aw fuck,” you hiss, squeezing your eyes shut and grabbing the sleeping bags underneath.

”Shut up,” she reminds you, the mean tone of her voice only making you gush again. Her tongue licks up and down, dipping in your entrance menacingly. You cover your own mouth, muffling the gasps spilling uncontrollably from your lips.

”Attagirl,” she whispers against your pussy, the vibrations causing your back to arch. Paige moans at the taste of you, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as if she was the one being fucked.

”Oh God,” you cry out as she spreads your lips further apart, burying her face into your cunt. She’s so skillful, so precise yet sloppy and desperate. The sounds of her mouth lapping you up are so loud it makes your head spin. She’s got you right where she wanted.

”You got the prettiest pussy huh? Pretty pussy for a pretty girl,” she praises, admiring you for a second before diving straight back in, sucking on your sensitive bud that’s grown puffy and swollen.

”So fucking pretty,” she murmurs against you, her hands coming up to roll your rock hard nipples between her fingertips. 

”But you know that huh? Know how fucking pretty you are? Know I was obsessed the moment I saw you?” She mumbles in between licks along your dripping folds. You barely hear her, squirming and bucking your hips against her mouth.

”Tell me,” she whispers breathlessly, grabbing hold of your jaw and forcing eye contact. She looks so beautiful between your legs, staring up at you under her long, black lashes. ”Tell me you’re pretty.”

You feel flustered, face turning red. Your core gushes, gushing with each throb. Embarrassed and needy for more, you grab her hair and try to guide her back to your pussy. But she won’t, not until you’ve bent to her will.

”Fucking tell me,” she commands, voice hoarse.

”I-I’m pretty,” you whisper, willing to do anything just for her to keep going.

”So fucking pretty, princess,” she groans, spitting on your cunt and leaning back in. Her tongue is unbelievably fast and strong, moving from left to right, flicking your clit. She was getting you to the edge, quickly.

”Been needing to get in this shit since I saw you,” she grunts, bringing both her hands back down to your pussy and spreading it wide open.

”But you knew that, walking around half naked, driving me fucking crazy,” Paige moans, and licks around your entrance.

”Fuck, Paige, don’t stop,” you gasp, legs shaking uncontrollably. ”Don’t fucking stop.”

With that, her tongue slips inside you with the sound of a loud squelch. Paige whimpers, feeling the way your cunt squeezes and throbs around her tongue, her sharp nose nudging against your clit as she slides it in and out.

”Oh f- oh-” you gasp for air, chest heaving as your back arches off the ground. You cover your mouth again, legs trembling as Paige pushes you to the edge simply with her mouth.

”That’s it,” she coos, continuing her motions, holding your squirming hips down as you ride out your climax, gushing around her tongue

”Stop, stop,” you squirm as she kisses her way up through your slick folds to your sensitive bud, finally wiping her face on your thigh and looking back. There’s that smug grin again that made you want to slap it off her face.

”Sorry to tell you but you’re a mess,” she smirks, satisfied. She didn’t have to, you could feel it. Your thighs felt sticky and your core still slick and soaked.

”You sure nobody heard?,” you ask, embarrassed now that you were coming down.

”Nah,” she smiles easily, coming up to kiss you - tender and caring rather than the rough, hungry way in which she did earlier.

”You okay to walk?” She asks, brushing your hair back.

”Oh yeah, we better go shower,” you mumble, beginning to dress. Paige chuckles, a spark in her eye.

”But they’re so far away,” she says. ”Let’s just go to the lake.”

-

The night is still as warm as the day, a slight breeze running through your body as you follow a narrow path through the woods with Paige. She leads you to a smaller beach, covered by trees and shrubbery, holding your hand the entire way.

The moon above the horizon illuminates the lake, gentle waves hitting the rocks on the shore. Paige’s skin is luminescent and milky in the moonlight, and you can barely tear your eyes away.

Before you can think it through, she pulls off her clothes, walking into the water in only her boxers.

”C’mon princess,” she smiles, nodding you over. Her confidence gives you courage, and you do the same, following after her in only your panties.

The water is cold by your ankles, goosebumps rising all over your body. Paige takes her time admiring you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you deeper.

”You’re so damn beautiful,” she sighs, blue eyes scanning you up and down. With flushed cheeks, you let the taller girl guide you.

”It’s cold,” you giggle as the gentle waves tickle your abdomen. Paige laughs, splashing your breasts with the water, making you let out a squeal.

”Stop!” You gasp, splashing her back. But before you can, she’s diving in, swimming deeper, emerging from beneath the surface further away now

”You coming or not?” She asks, a grin on her face. You can’t resist it. With a gasp you emerge yourself into the water, swimming to her.

”There we go,” she smiles, pulling you into her and kissing you breathless. Your legs wrap around her waist as you hold onto her shoulders, licking along her lower lip. She smirks into the kiss, her hands holding you up by your thighs, squeezing.

You can feel her nipples hardening against you, the knot she just took care of suddenly tightening deep in your abdomen again.

Like reading your mind, she drags her hand from your thighs to your ass, groping harshly. You whimper into the kiss, throwing your head back. Every touch was setting you on fire, burning on your skin.

The blonde drags her open, hot mouth along your neck. Her hand grips your ass so tightly that her fingertips brush against your clothed core. Still sensitive, you shiver. Paige groans in response as your nails dig into her skin.

”Shit,” she hisses, reaching her hands from behind you and rubbing her fingers against your clit through the sheer fabric. ”Need you again.”

You can only nod, gripping onto the blonde and letting out soft whimpers into her ear. Her hand circles around your clit but it’s not enough.

”More,” you moan quietly.

”What’s that princess?”

”Fuck me Paige,” you plead, wide eyes looking up at the girl. She can’t resist, the need on your face overwhelming.

”Whatchu want baby?” She asks with a gentle voice, brows furrowed. ”Tell me.”

But instead of telling, you decide to show. Reaching down you pull your panties to the side, and guiding Paige’s hand by her wrist to your cunt.

Without warning, she slips two fingers inside you. With a gasp, you grip onto her harder. Paige groans.

”You this wet again?” She murmurs, pressing her cheek onto your forehead as she curls her fingers against you. They are so much longer and bigger than yours could be, reaching the soft tissue inside you better than you ever could imagine.

”Mmhm,” you moan, scratching at her broad shoulders.

”That’s my girl,” she growls, ”you a little slut aren’t you princess?”

”Just shut up and fuck me,” you murmur, voice whiny and needy. It’s not very convincing. Still, she abides.

”Yes ma’am,” Paige grins, her fingers pumping inside your slick, tight pussy. She groans, feeling the way you stretch around her. They move with such strength and pace it takes everything in you not to scream out.

Biting down onto her shoulder, you muffle your own moans, wrapping your legs around her waist tighter.

”Bounce on em, c’mon,” she tells you, free hand gripping your ass underwater. Entire body trembling, you grip onto her and grind your hips into her fingers, sighing every time they intrude into you. 

”Oh God,” you whimper, movements turning erratic and sloppy as you chase your high on her fingers. 

”Good girl,” she whimpers. ”Fuck you so sexy.”

Paige leans down, kissing and sucking on your neck, nibbling your earlobes.

”P-Paige,” you gasp, legs beginning to shake too bad.

”I gotchu baby,” she whispers, grabbing hold of you as she adds a third finger, slamming them inside you.

”Oh-” you cry out, but she kisses you hungrily, muffling her moans. Paige holds you still with her free hand.

”So tight,” she hisses against your lips, fingers pumping inside you, stretching you out. Your cunt is sucking her in, gripping onto her tightly.

”I’m cl-”

”I can feel it,” she moans, the way your pussy is pulsing around her making your nearing orgasm obvious. The knot deep inside your stomach tightens and tightens, causing you to grip onto her.

”You gon’ cum for me?” Paige asks, panting, curling her fingers against your g-spot.

Like clockwork, your body obeys. With desperate nods, Paige kisses you, pumping even faster, stretching out your dripping cunt, driving you to the edge until-

”I’m cumming!” You whimper into her mouth. She's breathless, groaning as if she was the one getting off.

”C’mon princess. Feel so good. Be a good girl.”

With her words, and the stretch she’s causing, your legs clasp around her and the knot finally snaps.

Desperate moans are muffled by Paige’s mouth, pleasure washing over you in waves. She guides you through your orgasm, holding you close the entire time.

”God,” you exhale, finally pulling back as she pulls her fingers out of you.

Paige laughs gently, blue eyes scanning your face in the moonlight. She looks breathtaking, and the feeling seems to be mutual. The blonde leans in and presses her lips onto your forehead. 

”We should prolly head back.”

Paige carries you out of the water and helps you dress. You make your way back to the campsite hand in hand. Thankfully everyone still seems to be asleep.

In comfortable silence, you two climb into your tent that suddenly doesn’t seem as small. As you begin to set up your sleeping bag, Paige scooches into hers, staring at you.

”You know, we could just share.”

Glancing up, you find the blonde patting the spot beside her in her purple sleeping bag. You can’t resist the twinkle of her blue eyes.

It’s tight, that’s for sure, but it feels surprisingly natural to rest your head on Paige’s chest. She presses sweet kisses to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair that surely smelled like bug spray.

”You believe I don’t hate you now princess?” She whispers, hand rubbing up and down your back.

You let out a gentle laugh, letting your eyes fall shut - heavy with tiredness. ”I don’t hate you either,” you murmur, quickly drifting to sleep in her arms. The woods weren’t that bad after all.

-

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[535wings]

just gonna leave this here quietly 😩😩😩

[scarsw1fe]

my body just had a reaction holy fuck