&&&. hopkins!paige x black!cheerleader!oc
⌗ ROCK MY WORLD ˳ᐟ ─── ⸝⸝ ❝ i guarantee you can't get that girl! / watch me get that girl. ❞
summary. paige takes an interest in jaedynne after knocking into the cheerleaders during a game. her friends tell her she's taken, pfft... okay? but when they say, "jaedynne doesn't like girls." yeah, fucking right. includes. 3.1k words.
a/n. i am soso sorry for the delay my lovess ☹️☹️ the perfectionist in me couldn't release it without it feeling perfect and i still don't really like it ... but i hope y'all enjoyyy 😉😊
𝓓eafening cheers erupted from the student section as Paige Bueckers—the number one player in the nation—secured another hoop. Jaedynne and the rest of the cheerleaders jumped up, celebrating the three-pointer with one of their crowd favorite stomps.
The Royals were playing in their first home game, Hopkins nearing the end of their match against Delasalle. There wasn't a doubt they'd be taking home the win, given they had double the points against the opposing team, but it was still entertaining to watch.
Something that couldn't be denied, was the fact that the girl had a nearly perfect performance every game. The way she played like she had everything to lose, the way her natural dominance and leadership on the court didn't stop her from being a team player, and that smirk that'd grace her soft-looking, pink lips every time the ball she threw swished through the hoop—it was so fucking addicting to watch.
Paige had everyone in the world watching her. Including Jaedynne.
She jogged backwards to half court for the start of the next play, eyes finding the group of cheerleaders stood on the bleachers. Finding her.
Jaedynne was laughing with the other cheerleaders, hair perfectly styled in a blown out side part, a big, black and blue bow nestled in the laces of her shoes, and uniform hugging her figure just right. Paige could only imagine how good she looked underneath.
I mean, this was Paige's senior year, and yet, she had never seen the girl a day in her life.
God, Paige really hoped she wasn't a freshman. That would've been both inconvenient and insanely awkward.
The sound of the referee blowing his whistle knocked Paige from her trance. Luckily, Jaedynne hadn't caught her staring. With a deep breath, she attempted to brush her thoughts of the caramel-skinned girl off.
For the rest of the third quarter, she was off her rhythm. She was missing open shots and layups she'd normally sink with ease, getting caught in rotations she usually anticipate, and fumbling passes she could make in her sleep.
Then, halfway through fourth quarter, Amaya made a bad pass, ball swishing past everyone, including her teammates. And Paige, not thinking in the slightest, ran after it immediately. She chased down the ball to try and keep it from going out of bounds. She dove, stretching out her right arm in an attempt to reach it, maybe smack it between her legs and back over the line. But it was just out of reach.
Before she could stop herself, she crashed full speed into the sidelines—specifically, right into the cheerleader's section of the bleachers.
The crash itself was quick and painless, Paige popping up onto her feet, heart hammering in her chest as Jaedynne brushed off her skirt, still seated on the bench. Paige hadn't realized who she'd bumped into at first, initially planning to brush it off with a simple apology. But then, she looked down and met the huge doe eyes of the girl she'd seen earlier.
The small, almost unnoticeable wince that flickered across her face made Paige tense up, eyes widening as she stuttered out a bunch of random words that probably made zero sense.
But Jaedynne truly didn't seem to mind, waving her off with a soft giggle. "It's okay!" Paige shook her head at the girl's statement, apologizing again. The brunette simply smiled wider, dimples poking deeply into her cheeks before saying, "No, seriously. You're good!"
Her smile was easy, unbothered, and naturally gorgeous, plump lips lined and glossed to perfection.
Before Paige could say anything else, Delasalle's coach called a timeout, meaning Paige had to join her team.
She should've used the time to think about the game—how she could use the rest of the time left to get her stats up, her missed shots, how to get her focus back. But as she sat on the bench, zoning out while her coach told them what they all already knew, all she could can think about was her. Just sitting there, laughing off Paige's clumsiness, and looking up at her with those big, beautiful eyes.
If there was anything Paige Bueckers had full confidence in, it was her focus and drive when playing the game. And this girl—whoever she was—had thrown her completely off balance.
𝓐fter the game, Paige lingered in the locker room longer than usual, hoping to avoid any run-ins, pictures, the works. Not that she wasn't grateful for the fans and how many people loved her and her game, but she played so shitty, she was sure she'd be kicking herself over it for at least a week.
So finally, when she was confident everyone had enough time to clear out, she sauntered into the gymnasium to grab the Team USA water bottle she'd left behind.
The gym lights were now dimmed, the noise reduced to distant echoes and squeaking sneakers from janitors cleaning the court.
Paige's eyes fell on the bleachers, gulping at the sight of two cheerleaders who hadn't left just yet. A girl with dark, chocolate skin and a contrasting honey blonde lace front—who's name she'd learned was Kyleah—sat sideways on the bleachers scrolling on her phone.
And the girl next to Kyleah—it was her.
She was bent over slightly, packing up the duffel bag at her feet while her cheer skirt rode up, showing a breathtaking view of the royal blue booty shorts she had on beneath her uniform. Paige shook her head, trying to look away. But, she couldn't.
Oh god, she was a creep. A total creep.
A creep with game. Paige had game. She was game. She could talk to this girl, no problem. She could.
She jogged up the bleacher steps, backpack slung over her shoulder and blonde hair tied up into an adorably messy ponytail. “Hey, uh—"
Kyleah glanced up, raising an eyebrow. The way Paige glanced at Jaedynne gave away that the blonde wanted to talk to her, so Kyleah did her a solid and nudged her best friend.
Paige swallowed, itching the tip of her nose as the girl stood and turned to face her. She swore those eyes were gonna kill her someday.
Jaedynne's face lit up, nose scrunching up with a soft giggle. “Hey, stumblebum!"
"Stumblebum?" The blonde scoffed out a nervous laugh, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. "A'ight, if that's how it is..." Jaedynne laughed again, softer this time, motivating Paige to continue. "I'm-"
"Paige." Jaedynne nodded, rubbing her lips together. "I know. I'm Jaedynne."
Paige blinked, at a loss for words. Which was insane because Paige Bueckers did not get nervous talking to people. Or stop talking. Ever.
“I just…” The Bueckers girl rocked from the balls of her feet to her heels, visibly nervous. It was cute to Jaedynne. “Had t'say sorry for earlier. For running into you.”
Jaedynne squinted, tilting her head slightly to the side. “Ohh! You mean when you fell on top of me?”
Paige threw her head back, letting out a soft groan. “Yeah. That.” Jaedynne snorted, making the blonde nod with a "yeah, yeah" expression. "A'ight, that was not my smoothest moment.”
Kyleah looked up from her phone immediately, sensing drama.
Jaedynne's plump lips stretched into a teasing smile, “It’s okay." She looked her up and down, lowering her voice to a volume Kyleah couldn't hear. “Hopefully won't be the last time you get me under you, anyways.”
Paige licked her lips nervously, bringing the bottom one between her teeth as her eyes raked over the girl's figure.
Kyleah looked between them. “…Anything else?”
Paige blinked. “Oh. Yeah.” She ran a hand through her long ponytail, making Jaedynne wonder what it'd be like if she ever got the pleasure of running her own hands through it. “Amaya’s throwing a party. You going?”
Jaedynne pursed her lips, twirling a strand of her own her around her finger. “I mean, I wasn’t planning to. Got some stuff to do.”
At the subtle disappointment on Paige's face, Jaedynne gave a small smirk. “Are you asking me to come?”
Paige crossed her arms, bringing Jaedynne's attention towards her toned biceps as the blonde tried to act casual, even though her heart was beating stupid fast. “If it means you will...then yeah. I am," she shrugged.
Jaedynne looked over at Kyleah, who was practically vibrating as she tried not to squeal, then rolled her eyes fondly before looking back at the Bueckers girl.
“Okay, Paige. Maybe I'll see you there."
And the way her name rolled off Jaedynne's tongue?
Paige was completely and utterly screwed.
𝓛oud rap music boomed through the speakers, bass echoing through the air of Amaya's large home as Jaedynne and Kyleah walked through the double doors, hand in hand.
Jaedynne's plump lips swelled into a soft smile as they made their way deeper into the house, Kyleah having made a little joke to ease the bundle of nerves in her friend's belly.
Her tiny, low rise denim shorts wedged between her soft ass cheeks, and swollen tits pushed up in her skintight crop top, her freshly pedicured feet slightly aching in her favorite baby pink party heels.
Before she could even grab a drink, Jaedynne's doe eyes flickered over to the living room where she found Paige. She was dressed simply, wearing a black compression tee and grey sweats, and her hair was down, tucked behind her ears and cascading down her back.
Jaedynne mushed her swollen lips together as the blonde stood from her spot on the couch, strolling over to the girl with a small smile. She couldn't ignore the subtle ache that pulsed between her plush thighs as Paige practically undressed her with her eyes, completely missing Kyleah leaving to talk to a boy on the basketball team she'd hooked up with before.
Even in her heels, Jaedynne took note of how Paige still towered over her, swallowing deeply as she stopped in front of her.
"Hey," Paige started, eyes clearly focused on her tits. "You came."
Jaedynne laughed, crossing her arms and pushing up her tits further to let the blonde know she could see her staring. "I did."
Paige's eyes snapped up to Jaedynne's, tilting her head to nod toward the kitchen and shoving her hands into the pockets of her sweats. "Get you a drink?"
She exhaled with a nod, "Thought you'd never ask."
The Bueckers girl had been nursing a dirty shirley, not wanting to get too drunk since she was hoping to impress Jaedynne. However, the caramel skinned girl didn't seem to be sharing the same thought process.
Just a few shots of vodka in, Jaedynne's smudged and glossy mouth expanded into a drunken grin as she rolled her thick, denim clad hips, her french manicured nails grazing over the swells of her perky breasts. A tipsy giggle left her lips as she grabbed ahold of Paige's hand, watching the girl's mouth visibly dry out.
A dramatic gasp escaped her lips as "Cyclone" by Baby Bash and T-Pain began to vibrate through the speakers, her doe eyes widening in excitement, "Paige, s'my favorite song," she slurred for about the tenth time in the hour. "Dance with me."
Paige rose an eyebrow, smiling down at the girl who was swaying her hips from side to side with her swollen bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth. "Ain't that what I been doin'?"
Jaedynne huffed exaggeratedly, rolling her eyes with a pout. "No..." She flipped around, backing up 'til her ass pressed against Paige's front and looking back at her. "Dance with me."
"Oh, shit." Paige's long legs spread as she snaked her toned arms around the girl's front, pulling her flush against her. Jaedynne's eager pussy ached at the feeling of the blonde's thick quads through the thin material of her shorts, a content hum vibrating through her supple lips as she rolled her hips to match the rhythm of the song.
Paige sighed, running a hand over her face as she watched the plush curve of her ass rub perfectly against her. A wide, cocky smirk graced her lips as she thought back to earlier in the party, before Jaedynne had arrived.
Amaya had waltzed into the living room, setting up a game of flip cup on her pool table. Paige lifted her eyes from her phone and called her best friend over. "Yo, I invited Jaedynne. That's cool, right?"
"Yeah, of course. Everyone's invited, P." She began to walk away, then paused, slowly turning back around. "Wait, you talkin' bout' Dey's lil shit, Jaedynne?"
Paige furrowed her eyebrows, scratching her nose confusedly. "...Uh- the cheerleader I ran into earlier."
Kayhla side eyed the blonde from her spot on the couch beside her, "Paige, ain't no way!" Maya, sat on the other side of her, laughed—"P, only you'd end up picking the girl talking to the captain of the football team!"
"A'ight, well...football season's been over." Paige flexed her biceps, making the girls laugh harder. "S'time for the real men to step up."
Amaya snorted, "You do know Jae's extremely straight, right?"
"The straightest it gets," Maya confirmed.
Folding her arms across her chest and shaking her head, Paige leant back further against the couch, spreading her legs to get more comfortable. "Nah, y'all should'a seen her after the game. She was feelin' me."
"Right..." Kayhla squinted, unimpressed. "You do ya' thing, P. Just don't say we ain't tell you so."
"Just watch, I'mma be tellin' y'all I told you so."
Looking back on it, Paige almost laughed, because she did tell them so. And so, it was.
Jaedynne rolled her hips just a bit faster as the tempo of the music picked up, a mischievous smile playing on her plush lips as she leaned the back of her head against Paige's shoulder, pressing her ass harder against the blonde.
Her stomach tightened as Jaedynne looked up at her through her wispy lashes, fluttering closed as they continued to grind.
Leaning down to make up for their height difference, breath hitting Jaedynne's neck, Paige murmured, "Do y'wanna come upstairs wimme'?"
Jaedynne's eyes were glazed over as they met Paige's piercing blue ones, humming with a feverish nod and grabbing the Bueckers girl's much larger hand and whispering, "Yes, please."
Paige's lashes fluttered, eye with Jaedynne's huge, soft tits, which bounced effortlessly with every shameless thrust the brunette gave to her bare thigh.
Jaedynne was completely naked, Paige still wearing her boxers and sports bra—much to the former's dismay.
The Bueckers girl's fingers pressed into the fat of Jaedynne's hips, reveling in the feel of her swollen lips suckling at her neck, completely melting at the feeling of the hair at the nape of her neck getting twirled around Jaedynne's digits.
Jaedynne's puffy cunt rubbed needily against her thigh, so wet that there wasn't any resistance. Her lips pursed, throwing her head back as she moaned deeply, "Fuck, that feels s'good."
"Yeah, mama?" Paige smirked, grabbing the girl's ass as she pulled her in for a nasty kiss.
Their tongues met before their lips, sliding against each other before Jaedynne brought Paige's into her mouth, vigorously sucking on the muscle.
The soaking wet patch in her boxers didn't go unnoticed, her own hips rolling against nothing in hopes to find the friction that she oh, so desperately needed—Jaedynne pulled away, swollen lips stretching into a smirk as she pressed the thigh wedged between Paige's legs against the blonde's clit.
Paige tilted her head up to get a good look at her expression, and immediately, her world stopped spinning. Or sped up, she couldn't quite tell.
She moved against the brunette roughly, pressing her clothed pussy against Jaedynne's thigh like she'd been craving this kind of intimacy for forever. Her large hands began to knead the girl's ass, the plump fatness of it causing her to groan into the girl's neck.
Jaedynne's pouty lips parted, raspy curses and throaty moans falling from them as her thrusts slowed and she began moving her hips in a circular motion.
"Feel good, mama? Y'so fucking loud." Paige teased before attaching her lips to Jaedynne's neck, sucking harshly at her pulse—which beat rapidly against her pink tongue.
"Paige..." came out as a pathetic whimper, tilting her head to give easier access to her skin. "Oh, fuck—"
Paige nodded, moving from her neck to stare down at her, smirking as her lushes fluttered beautifully, eyes crossing and a bit of drool dripping down her chin. "Uh-huh, and what else, baby?"
It honestly baffled the Bueckers girl, how confident and comfortable the two of them were with each other when she didn't even know who she was yesterday—let alone what she sounded like.
It was then when she noticed how Jaedynne's movements were growing frantic, speeding up against her as her breath shook with every inhale you took. How each grind against her wasn't nearly as smooth as before, how her fingers were now tugging at the hairs they'd once been playing with.
The tug on the blonde's hair was what made her realize she was close—pressing her lips together to hide the loud moans deep in her throat. Her hands gripped her ass even tighter (if that were even possible), rocking Jaedynne back and fourth to make sure her movements didn't stop.
"Y'gonna come?" Paige spoke casually, as if the scolding hot flame in her own belly wasn't growing by the second. She smacked the girl's ass harshly, massaging it after as she uttered—almost needily, "I'mma need you to come, baby."
Jaedynne's eyes met her own, brows pinched together as she tilted her head to the side. Paige nodded, repeating herself in a tone something similar to a whimper, "I'mma need you to."
Her forehead plopped against the blonde's shoulder, release hitting her like truck, sticking warmth coating Paige's thigh as she continued to guide her hips back and forth.
Fat tears fell down Jaedynne's cherub cheeks as overstimulation took over pleasure's place, clenching around nothing as Paige chased her own high against the brunette's thick and plushy thigh.
Now in sync, Paige's hums grew into loud, guttural moans as she neared the edge.
With the simple feeling of Jaedynne tugging on her blonde locks to drag her into another slobbery kiss, the coil in Paige's belly exploded, toe-curling pleasure shooting up her spine as her own release leaked from her cunt.
Their foreheads rested against each other's, breaths mingling—staying that way for a few minutes. Teasingly, Jaedynne patted the blonde's shoulder, "Glad to see you're better in bed than the way you played today," giggling when the girl met her eyes, brows raised like, oh forreal?
"Ha-ha," Paige mocked, quickly flipping the girl onto her back, fat tits jiggling as she met the soft mattress. "See f'you're laughin' in ten seconds, Jaedynne."
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