͏✶ FIRE AND DESIRE (PART 2) | PAIGE BUECKERS.
synopsis. things get awkward after that kiss. you try to move on; go on that date, pretend it didn’t mean something, thinking that’s what she would’ve wanted—but, in reality, you’re all paige can think about.
pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader content warnings. # 12k words. MDNI. college au. friends to lovers. slight angst. smut. slow burn (ish). uconn!paige. best friend!paige. jealous!paige. student!reader. mentions of alcohol. top!paige. bottom!reader. soft sex. oral sex (r! recieving). hickeys/marking. slight overstimulation. paige cums untouched. tw: a man a/n. finally posting this lol. this is a continuation of the one shot i made a while ago, so i recommend reading that one first. part one here! (this is not proofread lol)
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͏✶ talk about you like you’ll never leave his side… but i don’t really buy it …
paige couldn’t stop thinking about you.
she hasn’t seen you all week. not really. not because she didn’t want to. god, she wanted to. only a couple texts here and there. not a lot. half-hearted. nothing like before. and every time she thought about reaching out, her thumbs would hover over the screen, typing and deleting the same shit over and over again.
she figures you’ll probably get upset about the fact that she doesn’t reach out. she knows it’s her fault, really.
but, lately, she’s been getting stuck in her head. what if you regret it? what if she messed it all up? what if you don’t even wanna talk to her anymore?
it’d been days since you kissed her, and her mind hadn’t shut off since. she could still feel you. your hands on her neck, the way your fingers played with her hair. the warmth of your thigh under her palm. the way you whispered against her mouth. god, she couldn’t stop thinking about your lips. the way you tasted. the way they moved against hers. she kept replaying it. over and over and over. the way your bottom lip trembled just slightly before you kissed her back. the way gasped when she kissed you a little deeper. the way you let out that tiny, shaky moan against her mouth.
she hadn’t been sleeping right. laid up in bed every night, eyes wide open, heart racing, thinking of all the things she probably should’ve said.
she kept checking her phone like a damn addict—hoping for a text. anything.
but you don’t say much.
and deep down, she knew she was supposed to say something first. you’d kissed her, trusted her, asked her to show you something you had little experience in.
but all paige had done since then… was freeze. she didn’t know what to say when she wanted to text you.
everything afterwards felt off.
her routine didn’t feel like her anymore. her days felt too long. her nights too short. food didn’t hit the same. music didn’t sound right. even the gym—basketball—felt too damn loud. or sometimes, too damn empty. she really couldn’t get you out of her mind. no matter how many times she told herself to lock in, to just shake it all off… you were everywhere. in the back of her thoughts during drills. in the corners of her dreams when she managed to sleep. on the tip of her tongue when she opened her phone, just to stare at your name without sending anything.
her body ached for you, and she hated that it sounded that dramatic—but it was the truth. because it wasn’t just the fact that you kissed her. that you let her kiss you.
it was you. and your lips. your mouth. how you touched her, like you weren’t totally sure what you were doing but trusted her to guide you through it anyway. how you leaned into her kiss, moaned against her mouth, desperate, like you wanted her to keep going but didn’t know how to ask. that moment played on a loop in her head. every time she tried to move on, her mind constantly dragged her back to it. and now, after tasting you—after finally having just a piece of what she’d wanted for so long—she couldn’t go back to pretending she was okay with being just friends.
and honestly, paige used to handle it fine. she’s been doing it for years.
in the beginning, she thought it was just a little crush. nothing serious. just something that’ll go away eventually.
and you were pretty. gorgeous. that was part was easy. she used to sit next to you on purpose, just close enough to smell whatever perfume you wore, and maybe ask you for a pen just so that you’d look at her and roll your eyes before digging through your back even though she already had a pen.
so yeah, okay. maybe she stared too long sometimes. maybe she looked at your lips more than she should’ve. maybe she started thinking about you when she was supposed to be focused on film or practice or literally anything else.
but it was just a crush. right?
yeah, well… it didn’t go away.
and when you kissed her, everything she’d been trying to hold back all came rushing up.
now, she needed more.
at practice, she was more distracted than she’d ever been. she thinks about you while she’s in the locker room, thinks about you while she zones out in team huddles, thinks about you while chewing her lip raw while coach ran down the plan during practice.
but there are only three sentences in her mind that repeats over and over and over… i miss her. i need her. i want her again.
paige wanted to tell you how she felt. god, she wanted to so bad.
it sat in her mind, begging to come out every time she thought about you—which was all the time. but every time she even thought about texting you, calling you, seeing you again—she froze.
what would she even say? everything sounded stupid in her head. too much. she didn’t know if it was just a kiss for you. maybe just an experiment. a thank you, even.
and the thought of that—of it meaning less to you than it did to her—it made her sick.
because it meant everything to her.
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you didn’t think much of the dress you chose to wear for tonight. it was a simple summer dress, the kind of thing you forgot you even had until you started rifling through your closet in a panic. it’s pretty but you weren’t really trying to impress anyone. you just didn’t want to look like you rolled out of bed. you kept telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal—it’s just a movie—but still, you checked the mirror three times. adjusted the hem. made sure the zipper was up all the way. fixed your hair, then undid it and fixed it again.
you told yourself it wasn’t because you were nervous.
you told yourself it wasn’t because of paige.
matt had been texting you all day—mostly sweet stuff. he was nice. respectful. he asked about your favorite movie snacks, said he’d pick you up a little early because he didn’t want to miss the trailers, and even texted you about hitting some off-campus college after to spend more time together.
you stared at that last message for a second longer than you meant to. you didn’t reply right away. you didn’t know why your stomach twisted when you imagined going.
but you forced a small smile at your reflection, smoothed the fabric over your hips, and told yourself again—it’s just a movie. you repeated it in your head while slipping on your heels.
you’d go, sit beside matt, eat some popcorn, maybe laugh at the cheesy previews, maybe chat during the slow parts. just hang out. just… watch a movie. maybe kiss him.
your chest tightened at the thought. and suddenly it wasn’t matt’s face you saw in the dark theater, leaning in beside you.
it was paige.
you closed your eyes for a second, but it didn’t help. you could still feel her. you weren’t even touching her anymore, but your body remembered all of it. every detail.
then, you opened your eyes slowly, blinking hard at your reflection.
just a movie, you whispered to yourself again.
your phone buzzed just as you grabbed your bag. you weren’t expecting anything—maybe matt, saying he was outside, maybe riley checking in. but when you glanced down at the screen, it felt like your heart stopped for a second.
paige: if matt says some dumb shit or makes you uncomfortable or whatever just call me or sumn.
you stared at it, fingers hovering over your screen, unsure what to even say back.
paige was thinking about you.
you lips curl into a soft smile, before replying back.
you: i’ll call if i need you
you put your phone away after you sent that message.
the air was cool as matt pulled up outside your dorm, his car parked just in front of the building as he waited. you grabbed your bag, smoothing your dress one last time before sliding into the passenger seat. he greeted you with a warm smile, eyes bright and a little nervous like he wanted everything to be perfect tonight.
throughout the ride, matt was respectful—more than you expected. he kept the conversation light, complimenting you.
“you look really pretty tonight,” he said once. or “that dress really suits you.”
you nodded, forcing a small smile, trying to match his charm, but inside you felt a bit awkward—like you were pretending to be someone who could just go on a date without a million thoughts swirling around your head. the care radio played softly in the back as you both talked about the movie and what you liked, what you were hoping to see, the snacks you planned to grab. matt was a good listener, genuinely interested, but you couldn’t help but feel… unsure.
when you arrived at the theater, you both found your seats, getting comfortable in the dark. your hands folded neatly in your lap, legs crossed at the ankles, pretending to be at ease.
matt really was nice. thoughtful. his arm rested politely on the shared armrest, close but not touching. every now and then, he’d lean over to whisper something light and you’d smile, nod, let out a soft laugh. he was sweet. polite. exactly the kind of guy people said you should give a chance. he told you that you looked beautiful when he saw you, and he meant it.
but still… was this really what you wanted?
you sat there beside him, staring ahead, and couldn’t shake the feeling blooming in your chest. like something was missing.
and about halfway through the movie, you felt it—a soft nudge against your hand. you blinked, glancing down. matt’s fingers brushed yours again, hesitant at first, then bolder, letting them settle lightly against the back of your hand like he was testing the waters.
you froze. not out of fear. not because you felt unsafe. but because something about it felt wrong. off.
you tried to stare ahead at the screen. and then, slowly, like it had been planned all night, matt leaned in. you felt his eyes on you. your profile, your mouth. your stomach flipped. not in the same way she made you feel. he was staring at your lips like he’d been waiting for the right moment, and this was it. he tilted his head slightly, and you turned toward him totally out of instinct—eyes wide, not knowing what to say, how to stop it, or if you even should—
and then his lips were on yours.
they were soft, warm, slightly chapped. not rough. not bad…
just… not right.
you kissed him back—barely. more like a twitch of habit than an actual effort. your mind blanked. your hands stayed frozen in your lap. your chest stayed still.
no spark. no rush.
nothing.
it was awkward.
and he was trying, being gentle, respectful, careful… but suddenly, your mind was somewhere else.
suddenly, you were back in paige’s dorm, with her fingers resting on the soft skin of your thigh, her mouth coaxing yours open like she’d dreamed about it a thousand times before.
you pulled back first, blinking fast, trying to smile as you reached for the popcorn again like nothing happened.
and matt gave a quiet laugh, sheepish. “sorry, was that okay?”
you nodded automatically.
nothing else happened after that. he didn’t try to kiss you again. he didn’t reach for your hand. he just sank back into his seat. you sat there in silence, eyes on the screen but mind anywhere else as your heart beat too loud in your chest.
when the movie ended, matt stood up and stretched, put on half of a smile and you followed him out of the theater.
he asked if you still wanted to head to the party. and you said yes, even though you weren’t sure why. the word left your mouth before you really thought it through, honestly. and he smiled, nodded, shoved his hands into his jacket pockets like it was exactly what he hoped you’d say.
you told yourself maybe it’d be better—less awkward—with other people around. maybe being surrounded by music, chatter, and movement ease the tension.
you trailed beside him through the lot, your heels clicking against the pavement, the cool air nipping at your arms. you were already dreading the moment it’d be just the two of you again, standing by his car or in the front of your dorm at the end of the night—bracing for the part where you’d have to let him down easy. tell him he’s a great guy. that you’re just not feeling it. that it wasn’t about him.
and no matter how nice matt was, no matter how well he treated you—he wasn’t the one you wanted to feel that way about.
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paige hadn’t even planned on going to the party.
she’d already half-decided on staying in, crawling into bed, watching grey’s anatomy for the millionth time, and maybe passing out before midnight if her mind would let her. it wasn’t like she didn’t want to be around people… it was just that everything felt kind of dull lately. muted. like no matter how loud the music or how packed the house would be, her brain would still be playing that same memory over and over.
you. your lips.
and she was trying. god, she was trying to get over it.
but now the whole team was going—just another athlete from uconn’s birthday party in one of those big houses just off campus. music, drinks, people from all over the university, the kind of party where no one ever really remembered who invited who.
at first, paige waved it off. said she was going to stay in when when azzi asked if she was going, and again when kk tried to bribe her with her tru fru in the fridge.
but by the time she was alone in her room, the silence got too loud. and already just a minute alone, she was already thinking about you.
was it going well? were you still out with matt? did he kiss you? did you let him?
“fuck,” she muttered under her breath and sat up, rubbing her hands down her face.
maybe a party wasn’t such a bad idea after all. at least there’d be noise. people. drinks. a distraction. anything to pull her out of her head for a couple hours.
so she got dressed. nothing too much—some baggy pants, a clean black hoodie, her chain around her neck. she tied her hair up messily, threw on her sneakers, and left before she could change her mind.
the party was already alive when paige got there. music boomed from speakers too big for the living room, bodies packed wall to wall, red solo cups in every hand.
she stepped inside and felt it all hit her at once.
but she didn’t hesitate.
she spotted azzi and kk first—leaned up by the kitchen counter with aubrey and ice, already halfway into their second drinks, talking with some guys from the track team. azzi waved her over instantly, eyes lighting up as she yelled paige’s name through the noise.
“hey! you finally made it.”
paige grinned, playing it off like she wasn’t two seconds away from bailing earlier.
“you thought i was gon’ let y’all have fun without me?” she said, slipping into the circle, dapping up ice and throwing her arm around kk’s shoulder.
“look at you tryna act like you weren’t just in your bed watchin’ greys,” ice teased, already laughing.
paige rolled her eyes, smirking. “first of all, grey’s anatomy is peak. put some respect on meredith’s name.”
they cracked up, and just like that, paige settled into room. she kept the energy up, laughing, talking shit, hyping up her girls, taking playful shots at aubrey’s outfit, nodding her head and doing the little shoulder bounce when a song she liked came on.
but no matter how much time she spent here, paige couldn’t stop checking her phone. she kept it in her pocket, fingers brushing against it every few minutes like muscle memory to pull it out and glance at the screen—just to see nothing. she shoves it back. tries to focus. laughs at something dumb kk said. nodding along to azzi’s story about some freshman trying to flirt with her after class.
but her hand always drifted back. she didn’t even realize how often she was doing it until aubrey gave her a look and nudged her playfully.
“you waiting on a text or something?”
paige forced a half-smile, eyes back on her screen. still nothing from you. just a couple random notifications—snapchat from someone she didn’t care about, an instagram tag, but nothing that made her excited the way your name would.
“nah,” she lied. “just checkin’ the time.”
but it was late now. later than she thought it’d get without hearing from you.
she just… wondered if you were okay.
if you were having fun. if he was being good to you. if he said something stupid, or tried to touch you, or kissed you when you didn’t want him to.
she hated how easily her brain jumped to those things. hated how it made her chest feel tight and itchy, like she had to dosomething even though she couldn’t.
you weren’t hers.
but thirty minutes later, just as paige was halfway through sipping a cup of shirley temple that azzi shoved into her hand, she saw you.
you walked in through the front door with matt beside you, his hand sliding smooth around your waist and paige—she froze.
the cup hovered midair for a second before she blinked, slowly lowering it. her friends kept talking around her, but their voices blurred and faded away instantly the linger she looked at you.
you hadn’t seen her yet. but she saw everything.
she saw the way you hesitated the moment you stepped further into the house, eyes darting around like you weren’t sure where to stand, or who to greet first. she saw the way matt leaned in to say something close to your ear, the way you tilted your head politely and nodded, but didn’t smile the way you normally did when something made you laugh.
but god—you looked so good.
paige couldn’t stop staring. she told herself to look away. just once. just for a second. but she didn’t. she couldn’t.
that sundress on you—fuck.
it was soft, a color that made your skin glow under the dim party lights, and it moved when you walked, swaying around your thighs. it hugged you in the right places, loose in others. your hair was done, your lip gloss shimmered under those tacky party lights, and your arms were crossed loosely in front of you.
she had to drop her eyes for a second, tongue swiping over her bottom lip, jaw tight. she gripped the cup in her hand as if she could stop herself from imagining how your waist would feel in her hands.
because matt’s hand was there now. on you.
and it made her sick.
paige felt heat crawl up the back of her neck. jealousy wasn’t even the right word. it was something worse. something bitter. because matt wasn’t even doing anything wrong. not really. he was just… holding you like you were a trophy. like you were some prize he’d earned just by asking. like he knew every guy in the room would be looking and that was the whole point.
and you looked beautiful and uncomfortable all at the same time. paige saw it in the slight downturn of your mouth. the way you shifted in his hold, fingers fiddling with the strap of your bag.
she knew that face. she read you.
you weren’t having fun. you were pretending.
and then—you found her.
your eyes met hers and paige went still, all the bitterness on her face melted. completely gone. she straightened up slightly, tilting her head, raising her eyebrows to say hi silently.
then, she mouthed, “you okay?”
your mouth curled into the softest smile. not a big one, but paige saw it.
you nodded.
she returned it with a smaller smile.
then, paige watched matt lean in toward you as he said something near your ear. she saw the way your body tilted away slightly, your shoulder pulling back, your smile going a little stiff.
matt left you after that, saying something with a crooked smile before disappearing through the crowd, headed toward the kitchen.
and unfortunately, that was where paige had already parked herself—leaned up against the counter with some of her teammates, her friends, trying her best to stay out the way, out the conversation, out of everything before she did something dumb.
she minded her business. she really did. sipped her drink, stared down at her phone, played it cool.
until one of matt’s friends walked up next to him.
they dapped each other up and started talking sports, class, exams, who was pulling who this weekend—nothing she cared about.
she didn’t mean to hear the next part, but she did.
“yo,” one of his friends said, patting his back, “that girl you came with… she’s hot as fuck, man. you hit it yet?”
and matt—he fucking laughed. laughed like it was funny. like it was just a matter of time.
he leaned his elbow onto the counter, lifted his drink to his lips, and said, “not yet… working on it, though. i think she likes all that romantic shit.”
like you were a job to finish. like you were just some easy bet.
paige didn’t even realize how fast her face dropped.
she stared at matt for a second, silent, clenching her jaw hard, her fingers curling tighter around her cup. she blinked once. then twice.
then she set her drink down on the counter and walked away.
her eyes scanned the room until she found you again. she found standing by group next to your friend riley, fiddling with the hem of your dress.
you didn’t see her coming.
but paige was already pushing through the bodies, not even hearing her name when kk—was it kk? or azzi? or aubrey? she doesn’t know—called for her across the room. her hands were still shaking a little as she walked. she didn’t know what she was going to say. didn’t even care. she just needed to get to you. all she knew was that you didn’t deserve to be talked about like that. not by him. not by anybody.
you didn’t even seen her coming.
one second, you were standing there half-listening to a conversation you weren’t really part of—and the next, paige was there, standing close.
you blinked, a little startled, heart skipping. then, paige leaned in, just enough that only you could hear her.
“can i talk to you for a sec?” she asked.
her brows were slightly pulled together you felt your heartbeat tick up, and slowly, you nodded.
“… yeah,” you said, looking at her a little confused.
paige didn’t smile. she just nodded once and gently reached for your wrist as she tilted her head toward the hallway.
and you followed without question.
paige led you down some hallway, away from the crowd. the hallway lights were dim, flickering slightly from a shitty bulb overhead, but she still looked nervous under it.
you leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, heart still fluttering as you looked at her. and paige just stood there for a second, hands stuffed into the front pocket of her hoodie, jaw clenched, staring at the floor before she finally spoke.
“i—” she started, but her voice cracked. she cleared her throat, looked up at you. “i saw matt in the kitchen. he was… he said—“
she stopped and looked at you. would this hurt your feelings if she told you?
your furrowed your brows together as you waited. but paige just swallowed the lump in your throat, shook her head a little like she was trying to talk herself down.
you blinked. “he what?”
“i don’t wanna piss you off,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. “i just—i just wanted to check on you.”
you stared at her. “you pulled me aside for that?”
paige flinched a little at your tone. she opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
“you haven’t talked to me all week. this is the second time, paige,” you snapped at her, trying not to raise your voice. “i haven’t seen you, i barely even hear from you, and now you wanna show up and act like you care?”
“i do care.” paige winced and shook her head. “i wasn’t tryin to be like that, ma, i just—”
“then, why’d you disappear?”
paige couldn’t answer. she had it in her head, but saying it aloud was… different. she didn’t know how to say i’ve been losing my mind over you. or i want you so bad, it’s messing with my head.
she looked cornered. guilty. her lips parted, but the words didn’t come fast enough.
you shook your head, heart beating fast as you turned away. “forget it, paige.”
“wait—”
but you were already walking towards the door to the bathroom in the hallway and before paige could follow—the door shut right in her face.
she stood there, blinking. stunned.
then, she reached for the handle and tried to twist it open. locked. fuck.
“(y/n), open the door.”
she tried the handle again.
“c’mon… please.”
but you didn’t answer.
paige let out a long sigh and leaned forward, resting her forehead gently against the door. after a moment, she stepped backwards, dragging a hand down her face, then leaned her back against the wall across from the door… and waited.
she didn’t care who walked past, who saw her, who might start whispering about how bueckers looked all spaced out and weird in the hallway.
she was gonna wait.
her friends were probably wondering where she was by now. azzi had texted her a little while ago, but paige hadn’t checked her phone. she hadn’t even moved from the spot since you slammed the door. not one step.
ten minutes passed. at least, she thought it was ten. it felt longer. way longer.
her long legs stretched out in front of her and her fingers tugged at the strings of her hoodie over and over, just to keep herself busy. to keep from knocking again. she didn’t want to push. but god, she hated how long it was taking. not because she was impatient—but because she was scared that she’d really blown it.
but then, the door clicked softly, opening just a crack.
paige’s eyes snapped toward it. for a second, she didn’t move, unsure if she imagined it. but then the door eased open another inch, and she could finally see you. she stood up straighter instantly, her back pulling off the wall, her feet taking a few steps closer.
you blinked at her, cheeks tinted pink as you murmured, “i… i need help with my zipper… it got stuck.”
paige stared for half a second longer, her brows raised in surprise, lips parting just slightly.
then she nodded, almost too quickly.
“y-yeah, yeah—i got you.”
she followed as you opened the door just enough for her to slip inside, stepping into the bathroom with you and quietly closing the door behind her. the bathroom was small.
you stood in front of the mirror, not looking at her, just reaching up to gather your hair and move it to one side, exposing the line of your neck, the curve of your shoulder, the dip of your spine.
the zipper sat halfway down your back, caught just where the fabric curved around your waist. your dress gaped slightly on your back, exposing the lace trim of your black bra underneath—
paige froze for half a second. she swallowed hard, eyes dragging up the length of your back, then back down again.
her fingers twitched at her sides.
“paige,” you said, bringing her back to reality.
you watch her through the mirror. her eyes met yours through the reflection and you notice the way she clenches her jaw before stepping forward slowly.
“sorry.”
her hand hovered for a second before she finally let her fingers graze the cool of the zipper. she let out a breath and brought her other hand up to steady the fabric, eyes focusing on your back, lips parted slightly as she tried to tug it gently.
but her hands were shaking. just a little.
paige tugged the zipper up slowly, and when it reached the top, she didn’t step away. she just stood there, eyes fixed on the back of your neck.
your hair was still swept to the side, skin exposed. her gaze lingered there for a moment, and then she looked up at the back of your head, the curve of your jaw, the slope of your shoulder and then back down. to your dress. to the way it hugged your body.
her hand moved before she could stop herself, her fingers trailing down softly along the center of your back, following the shape of the zipper. she felt the curve of your spine beneath her fingertips.
and when her hand reached the small of your back, paige let it rest there for a second—her palm flat, sliding to hold your waist gently.
“i like this,” she murmured.
you still didn’t turn around.
she could see your eyes in the mirror, a little wider now, a little softer. you blinked slowly, your lips parting like you were going to say something, but nothing came out.
paige was losing her goddamn mind.
she blinked, her thumb gently rubbing a circle into the dress, fully letting her large hands rest on your waist. she shouldn’t be touching you like this, not when she still didn’t know what you wanted, but she couldn’t help it.
she couldn’t stop looking at you.
then, she leaned in. just a little. and her voice dropped again, barely above a whisper.
“you look really good tonight.”
your breath hitched—paige almost didn’t notice.
and then finally, you turned around slowly. and paige’s hand dropped to her side like it didn’t know what to do now. you looked up at her and she swallowed hard, trying to so hard to fight the urge to just… close the gap.
“…i’m sorry,” she said quietly, looking into your eyes. “for earlier. for this whole week.”
and for a second, you forgot where you were—forgot about the party still going on just outside the door, about matt, and everything else outside this room.
all you could focus on was her.
paige stood in front of you, taller by just enough that you had to tilt your head back a little to meet her eyes. and you always liked that. you always liked how tall she was. more than you probably should’ve.
“i missed you,” you tell her.
paige licks her lips again, “me too.”
you stared at her, your eyes searching hers, trying to figure out what she was thinking.
and then, you asked, “what did matt say?”
her breath caught in her throat, her shoulders tensed, and for a second, she looked like she might lie again. like she might protect you from it. but then she inhaled sharply, her eyes dropping to the floor, and she let out a breath through her nose, clearly frustrated.
she shook her head gently.
“he’s a douche bag,” she muttered finally, glancing away from you.
the way her jaw clenched again said enough.
the way she didn’t want to look at you when she said it.
she wanted to say what he actually said. she wanted to say how she nearly lost it right there in the kitchen. she wanted to say she hated seeing you with him, hated the thought of his hands anywhere near you.
she furrows her eyebrows before looking directly into your eyes again.
“he doesn’t talk about you like he should,” she added. “like you’re some fuckin’ checkbox on a list.”
her stomach still twisted just saying that much. because it didn’t matter how polite matt was to your face. paige knew the second she heard him speak behind your back—he wasn’t worth one second of your time.
“i wasn’t gonna tell you. not like that. i didn’t… wanna make you feel like shit.”
another pause.
“but i also didn’t wanna let you stand there thinking he was some nice guy. you deserve better than that. way better.”
she was standing so close now, you didn’t even notice when she took a step closer.
“you deserve somebody who looks at you like…”
she stopped herself.
you could feel your heart thudding under your ribs, louder now. paige stared at you, throat moving as she swallowed.
“like i look at you,” she finally said, eyes darting down to your lips.
you stared at her.
then, to her surprise, your fingers found her hand, slipping between hers, intertwining your fingers. paige looked down and a slow smile tugs at the corners of her lips.
“you’re an idiot, you know,” you say, shaking your head with a small smile, your eyes soft as you watch paige’s face.
she doesn’t miss a beat—she nods her head immediately, obediently and a little sheepish, her grin spreading wide enough to light up the whole room.
“i know,” she mumbles, eyes locked on your soft lips.
her fingers tighten around yours just a little as she takes one more final step closer to you, trapping you between her and the bathroom counter.
paige’s eyes flickered back up to yours, before whispering, “did you kiss him tonight?”
you looked away for a moment, swallowing hard.
“yeah,” you admitted softly. “i did.”
you can clearly see paige clench her jaw when you said it, but she didn’t say anything else—just waited for you to keep going.
“but… it didn’t feel like—” the heat spread all over your cheeks, blushing hard as she stared at you. “it didn’t feel like when you kissed me.”
paige’s lips curved up even more. it was the kind of smirk that started in one corner of her mouth and made its way up like she couldn’t hold it back even if she tried. she was getting cocky. you could tell. the kind of cocky that came from hearing exactly what she wanted to hear.
“yeah?” she said, a little smug, eyes dropping again to your lips, then back up. “that right?”
you rolled your eyes, but there was a smile tugging at your mouth. her free hand brushes gently against your hip.
“could’ve told you that. ain’t no way he kiss you better than me.”
you smiled at how smug she was being.
then, you noticed it before paige did—the way her face kept inching closer to yours, just a little bit at a time, with each passing second. and you could feel it. her soft breath on your lips. it sends a shiver down your spine. you could see it clear as day in her eyes—the way they darkened with want, the slight part of her lips.
she wanted to kiss you.
your eyes flicked up to hers, catching that glimpse of need swirling behind her gaze. the way her pupils dilated ever so slightly, the way she licked her her lips. the way her hand slides a little lower on your hip to pull you closer, pressing your front against hers.
paige was so close now. closer than she had any business being.
you could tell she was trying to talk herself out of it—trying to be smart, respectful, hold back like she always did around you.
you feel her breath against your lips as she asks, “can i?”
her eyes didn’t leave yours. she didn’t lean in all the way. she waited. paige didn’t move. not even a twitch. she was frozen in that quiet anticipation, standing still like she was afraid the smallest shift might scare you off.
you saw it in the way she looked at you. how much she wanted you. how much she was trying not to take anything from you.
she wasn’t trying to rush into it, even though she wants to. as if kissing you again was a privilege.
your throat felt tight, and you nodded before you even realized you were doing it.
“please…” you breathed.
paige’s lips parted slightly, her eyes searching your face like she needed to make absolutely sure.
she smiled. and then, slowly, she leaned in.
her forehead brushed yours first like she still couldn’t believe this was real. for a second, she just stayed there, nose nudging yours, her hand sliding up to the small of your back, holding you in place, your body pressing against hers. you could feel her breath fan across your lips, and when she finally tilted her head just enough for her mouth to meet yours—
she kissed you.
and you melted into it.
paige kissed you slow. so slow it almost didn’t feel real at first. her lips barely brushed yours as if she was giving you the chance to change your mind. her mouth pressed into yours again, deeper this time. soft. deliberate. her other hand found your jaw, cradling your face gently, her thumb brushing your cheek.
and her lips… god. her lips were everything.
pillowy and warm and just the tiniest bit chapped like she’d been chewing on them nervously all night. they moved slowly with yours. her nose bumped yours a little, and then, she smiled into the kiss, just barely, smiling like she couldn’t believe she had you this close again.
your arms lifted until they wrapped loosely around her neck, fingers brushing the stray hairs at the nape of her neck, right beneath her bun, and her body reacted before her mind even caught up. her breath hitched. her hand gripped your waist tighter. she kissed you deeper then, her lips parting just a little more, her mouth moving against yours like she couldn’t hold back anymore.
you pulled back just a little—barely an inch—to catch your breath, lips parted, chest rising and falling as your fingers still rested gently behind paige’s neck.
and before you could even fully take a breath, paige was already chasing your mouth.
her lips followed yours instinctively. desperately. her mouth brushed yours again, a little clumsy this time. her hand on your waist tightened just the slightest bit.
her nose bumped yours as she whispered breathlessly, “mm-mm, don’t pull away, ma.”
your lips were barely apart when she kissed you again, but this time, she moved faster. needier. rougher. deeper. her mouth opened just slightly against yours, and her tongue slipped in, moaning softly as she tasted you. like she was afraid it might be the only chance she’d get. and you kissed her right back. didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. your lips opened for her like it was natural. like you’d been waiting for her to get brave enough to do it.
and when you moaned into her lips—paige feels like she’s losing her mind.
your hands at the back of her neck gripped just a little tighter, pulling her in, and paige let out a breathy noise against your mouth. a sound she didn’t even mean to make.
she kissed you like she couldn’t stop. like she didn’t want to stop.
your lips were so damn warm, soft, and addictive in a way that made her head spin. every tilt of your head, every breathy sound you made, every slow drag of your lips over hers just pulled her in deeper.
then, you pulled away again, breathing hard, lips tingling and slick from the kiss. your eyes fluttered open, barely able to think, let alone speak—and before you could say anything, paige was already moving, leaning in slow, her breath grazing your cheek, and then you felt the soft press of her mouth against the line of your jaw.
one kiss. then another. then another, lower, just under your ear.
her hand flattened at your waist as her body pressed closer until you could feel every inch of her against you, still trapping you between her body and the cool edge of the bathroom counter.
it made your knees feel weak.
outside the door, you could still hear the muffled music pounding through the walls, but it all felt far away. like none of it mattered. because paige’s lips were moving down your neck now, brushing that sensitive spot just beneath your jaw, her mouth open just enough to let her tongue flick gently against your skin.
you gasped, your hands clutching the fabric of her shirt, and she smiled against your throat, smug breath fanning across the wet spot she left behind.
“mm,” she hummed, “you smell so fuckin’ good.”
paige kept kissing your neck, her lips moving over the curve of your throat like she needed to taste every inch of you. your jaw dropped open as you breathed out, eyes fluttering shut, your head tilting just slightly to give her more space.
and paige felt it. the way your breath hitched.
the way your fingers dug into her shoulders, holding on to her. the way your chest rose against hers like you couldn’t get enough air. she groaned low against your neck just thinking about it.
“fuck,” she muttered under her breath.
and then, you felt her hand sliding down your side, past your waist, then back behind you, her fingers gripping fabric of your dress. you gasped when you felt her hand bunch it up, inch by inch, pulling the hem higher and higher. her palm smoothed over the back of your thigh, fingers spread wide, grazing the top curve of your ass and—
“paige,” you breathed out, voice soft but firm, your heart racing, “paige… wait—”
you pulled back just a little, your hands pressing gently to paige’s chest, and the second you did, she froze.
her lips hovered by your jaw, parted and flushed pink as her breath came out shaky. she looked at you, eyes half lidded, blinking slow like she was trying to process what was happening, her pupils blown, lips slick and swollen. she looked drunk on you. high on your skin. your taste. your breath. your lips.
paige let out the softest sound, a little whine, as her brows knit together, a little frustrated. her lips parted again like she wanted to argue, to beg you for just one more minute, one more kiss, one more second of being that close.
but she didn’t.
instead, she exhaled hard through her nose and dropped her forehead gently against your shoulder, her hands now resting at your waist, loosening her grip.
“i like kissing you,” she murmured, her lips brushing your collarbone.
the party was still loud outside. muffled bass thumped through the floor beneath your feet, and someone laughed down the hall. but all of that felt so far away.
she turned her head just slightly, nose brushing your neck again, “been thinkin’ about it since that night.”
she pulled back just enough to look at you, her hands still on your hips, thumbs brushing slow over the fabric before her eyes found yours.
“can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” she said.
you reached up slowly, your hands trembling just a little as they cupped paige’s face, fingers settling along the sharp line of her jaw beneath your palms. your thumbs brushed over her cheeks, soft against the slight roughness of her skin. paige’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch as you held her face.
“i’ve been thinking about you too.”
paige’s eyes slowly opened, dazed as she looked st you—like she couldn’t quite believe you were really there, really saying those words. god, she feels like she’s dreaming. fuck, she’s been dreaming about this for years.
then, she let out a soft breath and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. her tongue darted out quickly to wet her bottom lip, that nervous little habit you’d come to recognize whenever she was trying to hold herself together.
without breaking eye contact, her hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. then, her fingers slid lower, sliding over the curve of your hips before cupping your ass with her hands. you felt the breath hitch as paige’s hands gripped you tighter. her lips hovered near yours, her eyes drinking you in, wanting more, needing more.
“my roommate’s… out of town this weekend,” you said.
her eyes darted down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, her fingers flexing slightly against you, not sure if she’d heard you right.
you felt the heat rise in your cheeks and tried to glance down, away from her eyes, but her hand on your lower back pulled you gently forward again.
“yeah?” she asked.
you nodded.
and paige smiled.
then, her forehead dropped to yours, breath brushing your lips.
“you tryna tell me somethin’, ma?” she murmured.
you nodded.
her thumb brushed along your waist and she leaned in to kiss you again—just once. and when she pulled back, barely, her voice dipped into a whisper again, lips brushing against yours.
“you wanna get outta here?”
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the walk back to your dorm was a blur.
you don’t really remember most of it—just the way paige held your hand the entire time, her thumb brushing soft circles against your knuckles.
paige didn’t say anything when you fumbled for your keys, just stepped in close behind you as you reached for the door.
her breath was warm against your neck.
and then, her hands. they slid around your waist, pulling you back gently, and her mouth found your jaw before you even registered it, soft lips pressing open kisses along your skin, trailing toward your ear, your neck, to your jaw again and again and…
you gasped, your keys trembling in your hand.
“p-paige—”
“shhh,” she mumbled into your skin, already kissing lower. “just keep goin’. i got you.”
you barely got the key in the door. your fingers shook from how close she was, how her body pressed firm and slow against your back, her hands smoothing over your hips like she needed to feel every inch of you.
you tried to unlock it. you really tried—
but paige kissed your neck again, a little harder this time, nipping your skin with her teeth, and you moaned before you could stop yourself.
“fuck,” she whispered, “i could listen to that all night.”
finally, the lock clicked.
you pushed the door open and she followed you in, still kissing you, turning you around with her big hands to lean down and kiss your lips. you stumbled inside and she kicked the door closed with her foot. her mouth never left yours.
and soon, her hands were already at the hem of her hoodie, yanking it up over her head in one swift motion.
you broke the kiss for just a second, lips parted and dazed as you watched her—her chest rising fast beneath the tight black tank top clinging to her, her hair messily loosened from the bun it had been in, some strands sticking to her forehead.
she looked wrecked already.
and god, she hadn’t even started.
she dropped the hoodie to the floor and before you could say a word, she was on you again—her hands finding your waist, then your back, then your thighs, like she didn’t know where to touch first, just that she had to. you kissed her back just as hungrily, the momentum sending you backward until the backs of your knees hit your bed.
she pulled back just enough to breathe, her lips swollen and her eyes dragging over your face like she couldn’t believe that you were real. that she was hovering over you. kissing you. in your bed.
“take this off for me, baby.”
paige’s hands were already moving, sliding around your waist, fingers dragging down your spine until they found the zipper for the second time tonight. you stood still in front of her, chest rising fast, lips parted from where she’d just kissed. and then you felt her pull the zipper down. inch by inch.
her fingertips grazed your bare skin as the fabric loosened around your body, and the way she touched you sent heat rushing up your neck.
her eyes never left you as she lowered it. the air feels cool across your skin as the dress gave way, sliding down your shoulders, slipping over your hips, and pooling silently at your feet.
paige froze when she looked at you. completely still.
her eyes dragged over every inch of you like it was the first time she’d ever really seen you.
she didn’t say anything for a second. just let her eyes trail down the curve of your neck, your chest, the lace of your bra, the lines of your waist, your thighs.
you loved how she looked at you.
“you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” she stepped in close again, her palms finding your hips.
your voice barely made it out. soft, breathy, your heart thudding so loud you swore she could hear it.
“paige, i… i don’t really know how to—”
paige leaned in, her hand coming up gently to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your skin so softly it made your stomach twist.
“i know, ma,” she murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth before you could say another word. then again, lower—your jaw. your neck.
she looked up at you as her thumb stroked your cheek.
“i’ll take care of you,” she says, smiling. “you don’t gotta worry about a thing.”
then she stepped even closer, her nose brushing yours, lips ghosting over your mouth.
“imma take my time. imma treat you real good. you trust me, right?”
you nod and she pecks your lips.
“tell me, mama.”
you reach up and wrap your arms loosely over her shoulders as she leans down, her hands still on your hips.
“i trust you.”
paige smiled again.
her lips still trail over yours, then down your jaw. when she kissed the side of your neck this time, it was slower. less hungry. more… intentional.
“tell me if you wanna to stop,” she told you. “say the word, and i’ll stop. for real.”
you shake your head, “i want you, paige.”
you didn’t want her to stop.
so you leaned up just enough, your hand sliding into her hair, messy and a little loose, almost falling out of her bun.
you kissed her first this time.
and paige melted into it.
for moment, she pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes searching your face like she needed to make sure you were sure again. and when she saw the way you were looking at her—her breath caught in her throat.
she leaned down, kissed you slow once more, then gently guided you back, laying you down across your bed. she was gentle. like she was lucky just to touch you.
you sank into the mattress, heart pounding as paige hovered above you. her hand brushes lightly over your side, watching your eyes, then she sat up.
without a word, she reached for the hem of her black tank top and pulled it over her head, revealing her sports bra, the muscles in her arms flexing as she did. she tossed the shirt aside, then brought her hands to the button of her jeans.
you watched, barely breathing, as she popped it open. slid the zipper down. slowly.
and eased the denim down her hips.
she watched your eyes as she undressed, making sure you were watching her. you see her smirk, a soft chuckle leaving her lips when she sees you roll your eyes at how smug she’s being right now.
soon enough, she stepped out of them, now left in just her boxers and her bra.
god—she was beautiful. tall. lean. strong.
“still okay?” she asked.
“yeah,” you nodded. barely a whisper. “i want you.”
and paige smiled softly, a little crooked, “aight then.”
she couldn’t help but stare for a moment.
paige hovered above you, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of your hips, her hands planted on either side of your head like she was caging you in.
she looked down at you—laid out beneath her in nothing but that fucking black lace, the same one she’d gotten a glimpse of in the bathroom, the one she hadn’t stopped thinking about since—fuck.
it was like the air had been knocked clean out of her chest.
her eyes dragged over every inch of you. the rise of your chest. the curve of your stomach. the way your thighs pressed together nervously, your fingers twitching against the sheets.
her mouth parted, lips still swollen and glistening.
“goddamn,” she whispered, voice barely there.
she ran a hand over her face and licked her lips, like she was trying to wake herself up.
her eyes dropped again, slowly tracing every detail—how the lace hugged your curves, the way your skin looked in the dim light of your room.
how absolutely perfect you looked beneath her.
she shook her head like she couldn’t believe it.
“so gorgeous, baby,” she murmured, leaning down again, her lips dragging over your neck. “so fuckin’ fine.“
paige kissed lower—her mouth pressed soft, lingering kisses across your chest, your shoulders, the valley of your breasts, a hand coming up to cup them and squeezing softly before sliding down to your waist once more. her fingers traced along the side of your hips, thumb slipping just under the lace of your panties, and she groaned against your skin, her breath hot.
“this what you wore under that dress?” she asked.
she kissed you again—even lower this time, just above your stomach. and you nodded, cheeks pink, and she grinned against your skin, her teeth catching your hipbone gently.
“you wore this for him?”
you opened your mouth to explain, to say no, but paige looked up at you then, eyes locked with yours. desperate. possessive.
she leaned up again, her hand sliding up your side, over the curve of your ribs until she reached your bra strap. she toyed with it a second, then whispered—
“nah. you wore this for me.”
you couldn’t even argue.
“right, baby?” she murmured, her thumbs playing with the waistband of your panties. “tell me who you wore it for.”
you could barely breathe, let alone speak.
your chest rose and fell under her, every inch of your skin burning where she touched, where she looked. her body was so close, heat radiating off of her like fire, and god, her voice was doing something to you you didn’t have words for. her hand stayed right there on your hip, fingers slipping under the lace edge again, teasing you. her eyes stayed locked on yours, waiting, mouth parted.
“you.” you swallowed, lips barely moving when you whispered, “i wore this for you, paige.”
paige smiles, her cheeks burning more than ever as she moves to bury her face into your neck, hiding the blush fanning over her skin.
when she lifts her head up, her lips crashed into yours again, hungrier this time. her hand slid up your thigh, her body lowering to press more firmly against yours.
you whimpered into her mouth, wrapping your legs loosely around her waist without thinking, pulling her in closer, needing more. she gasped at that, hips rolling slow against yours once, once, and her whole body stiffened like she couldn’t take it.
she kissed down your neck again, right against your skin. her hands a quick to pull that bra off of you, desperate to feel your tits in her hands. she squeezes them lightly, dragging her lips over the soft flesh, smiling at the feeling of your hard nipples under the pads of her thumbs. you whimper quietly as she gently wraps her lips around one of your nipples and sucks, licking them softly as her hand toys with the other. she switches when she felt like it, giving each nipple equal attention, kissing and marking your skin.
she kisses you down the valley of breasts again, giving each of your boobs a gentle squeeze, before making her way down to your stomach, where she meets the waistband of your lace panties again. paige does well to tease you, skipping the fabric and traveling lower. she kissed the inside of your thigh, slowly, savoring the way your body responded—how you tensed and softened at the same time. how your hand reached blindly for her shoulder.
she kissed higher. then higher.
her breath hot. her lips soft and maddeningly slow.
her fingers spread along your thighs, thumbs brushing upward toward your hips.
she wanted you to feel safe. wanted you to feel everything.
soon enough, paige finally pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere behind her. her eyes never moved away from your body, watching as you squeezed your thighs together, shyly looking at her, you eyes half-lidded. you laid there, bare, hair fanned out on the mattress, over the sheets of your bed, waiting for her…
paige’s knees nearly gives out. her cheeks burning as she stares, her hands absentmindedly reaching to put her hands on your thighs, gently nudging them open.
“spread your legs, mama,” she says, mouth parted, almost as if she was drooling. “lemme see you.”
“paige…” you whimper softly.
“swear, imma make feel you so good.”
there’s a soft shuffling of the sheets as paige urges your thighs apart with her big hands, settling herself onto the bed. with her head between your legs. mouth practically watering. big blue eyes locked onto that perfect pussy of yours. she smirks when she sees how wet you are. fuck, you drive her crazy. she slicks a finger between your folds and hums, leaning closer, nudging her nose against your clit.
when her mouth finally met where you needed her most, your back arched. your and paige—god, she moaned when she tasted you. her tongue moved slow at first. learning you. she was taking her time. wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere. like she just wanted to worship you. you whimpered, your hand flying to her blonde hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as her mouth moved against you, licking deeper, firmer, then softer again, teasing.
“p-paige, hah--!”
paige groaned into you, your moans only feeding her ambitions, gripping your thighs tighter, and when you gasped and your hips bucked gently, she held you down with one strong arm, never letting up. and you could barely think. she was relentless. so tender. so focused. like she’d been dreaming about this exact moment. she has been, actually. she’s dreamt about having you in her bed. legs spread open. body writhing. screaming her name. leaking all over her sheets.
“you taste so fuckin’ good,” she whispered against you, her mouth still working between your legs.
your eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the pillow, thighs shaking. and when paige covers your entire clit with her mouth and just sucks hard—you can’t help but moan her name out all over again.
she fucks you slow, her mouth and tongue watering as she eats you out, absolutely obsessed with the way you roll your eyes back in pure ecstasy, your soft thighs closing in around your head, trapping her there.
paige thinks she’s in heaven. fuck, she could die happy right now. her face buried and tongue buried deep into your pussy. sucking. slicking. slurping. you taste so fucking good.
and you were already close--god, how long has it been? you could barely breathe. every sound slipping from your lips was soft. desperate. with your hips moving against her mouth without even realizing it. and paige groaned again. she loved that. every time you moaned, every twitch, every whimper—she needed more of it. she fucked you deeper, licked faster, her mouth dragging over your most sensitive spot in a way that made you cry out.
she wanted you to fall apart.
“you close, ma?”
you only moaned in response.
paige smiles. her eyes fluttered open for a second, catching your face twisted in pleasure, and she swore under her breath before closing them again, diving back in.
“oh, fuck, that’s it, baby,” she mumbled against your cunt. “just like that. lemme hear you.”
your legs tightened around her shoulders, your hands still tangled in her hair, and she didn’t stop—god, she didn’t even slow down. she licked you through every sound you gave her.
you were close. she could feel it. you could feel it.
and fuck—she was close, too. paige has never felt anything like this before. but, it’s so hot watching you come undone. her whines against your pussy turn into fervent moans and groans, absentmindedly grinding her hips into your bed as she continues to fuck you faster with her mouth. paige feels so fucking good. you taste so. fucking. good.
“f-fuck yes--(y/n)—“
and then you’re cumming right on her tongue.
but paige keeps her head buried between your thighs, her mouth relentless as she fucks you more through your orgasm. your hands flew to paige’s head without thinking—fingers tangling tight in her blonde hair, not sure if you wanted to push her away or pull her closer. you gasped, back arching off the bed as you let out a choked sound. your fingers tightened, tugging gently, but paige didn’t budge. she just groaned, moaning into your slick cunt, eyes half-lidded as she continued to eat you out.
god, paige was practically drunk on you. as if this was more pleasure for her than it was for you.
“paige—fuck, paige—wait—” you gasped, trying to speak through the stimulation.
you moan her name again, already nearing your second orgasm. you can feel her strong, big hands clinging onto your thighs, keeping you open, pushing you down onto the bed in case you even think about trying to push her away. but she just slurps. and slurps. everything is just so sloppy. so lewd. she laps at your cunt, her hips needily grinding into the mattress at the mere thought of you cumming again.
she held you through it, her mouth never leaving you, her arms never loosening, like she needed to feel every single second of you breaking apart in her hands.
she didn’t lift her head.
she didn’t even pretend to stop.
before you know it, you practically gush onto her face, crying her name out once again.
and while you came on her tongue, her hips jolted forward on instinct, her boxers sticking damp against her skin, and then—
a low groan tore from her throat, muffled into your skin, her mouth still on you as she cums in her boxers, untouched. paige clung to your thighs, her fingers digging in slightly, her body rocking forward once, then twice. she shakes slightly, resting her forehead against your lower stomach as she catches her breath. she could feel how wet and how hard she came.
her face stayed pressed against your skin, breath shaky, heart pounding, teeth sinking into her lip as she tried to collect herself.
you were breathless. completely spent. your chest rising and falling fast. she didn’t say anything at first. with your body still buzzing, you blinked up at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling slowly as you tried to breathe.
“hah--fuck, i…” paige pants quietly.
“paige,” you breathed, “d-did you just…”
her whole body stiffened.
you watched as her back rose with a deep breath and then stuttered when she exhaled. she turned her face slowly, pressing it into your stomach to hide, her arms tightening around you in embarrassment.
her voice came out muffled, “y-yeah.”
you blinked, your mouth parting slightly in awe.
and then—god, she groaned into your skin, clearly mortified, clearly red as hell even if you couldn’t even see her full face.
“fuck, don’t make it a thing,” she mumbled shyly into your belly. “i didn’t mean to… i wasn’t—”
she stopped for a second.
“you just… sounded so fuckin’ good. i couldn’t help it.”
your heart fluttered.
then you smiled and reached down, your fingers gently threading through her hair, feeling the damp warmth of her cheek against your stomach.
“paige…” you whispered.
her cheeks were so red. flushed all the way up to her ears, lips parted, her breathing still shallow like her body hadn’t come down yet. strands of her hair clung to her forehead, lips swollen, and her lashes fluttered as she finally met your eyes.
“come here.”
paige obeys immediately.
she kisses you along the way, dragging her lips across your skin. she just kissed the inside of your thigh, soft and slow. then again. then she pressed her lips higher, just above your hipbone, her hand brushing gently up your side. her mouth trailed along your stomach in a line of soft kisses,
she took her time.
soon, her lips found your ribs, the underside of your breast, your nipple, the dip beneath your collarbone. and when she finally reached your mouth again, she hovered for a second, her nose brushing yours.
your eyes opened slowly, just enough to see her looking down at you like you.
not a word left your lips as she watched you smile softly.
you just leaned up and kissed her, slow, and she melted into it immediately, sighing into your mouth like she’d been waiting all her life for it.
and immediately, your breath hitched.
because you could taste it. yourself. on her.
the heat in your cheeks spread quickly. you felt it the second your tongue slipped against hers.
paige groaned quietly into the kiss when she felt your body react, her hand slipping to the side of your neck, holding you there gently. like she couldn’t stand the space between you. she kissed you deeper. slower. and you kissed her back. you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer, your fingers sliding over the tight muscles in her back, feeling her breath stutter against your lips as you parted your mouth for her again.
her lips were so soft. warm. still a little swollen. and the taste of you on her tongue was intoxicating. you whimpered softly without meaning to, and she pulled back just an inch, barely enough to speak, her forehead resting against yours.
then, without warning, she just… blurted it out.
“can i take you out?”
you blinked up at her. once. twice. before your brows lifted in surprise, heart skipping hard in your chest.
“what?” you whispered, almost laughing, partly stunned, like maybe you’d misheard.
like maybe she didn’t really just say that with her body still pressed to yours, both of you naked in your bed.
but she nodded. serious. face still flushed.
“like… on a real date,” she said. “like dinner. or… whatever you want.”
she swallowed the lump in her throat, eyes scanning all over your face for any sign of doubt.
“you’re seriously asking me that… right now?”
“well… i’ve been wantin’ to ask. i just…” she smiled a little, sheepish. “kinda figured maybe i should do it after i made you cum first.”
your jaw dropped.
and all you could manage, through the haze of disbelief and the tiredness through your body, was--
“you… are so annoying.”
paige blinked.
then grinned. wide. mischievous.
“c’mon,” she laughed, burying her face into your neck, her body shaking as she clung to you and laughed. “don’t play me like that—i was tryna be romantic.”
“that was romantic?” you deadpanned, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.
“pretty sure,” she muttered, voice muffled against your skin. “i made you cum so hard you forgot how to say yes. that’s gotta count for something.”
you rolled your eyes, cheeks burning as you smacked her shoulder lightly.
“paige!”
“what?” she grinned, finally lifting her head, eyes shining, face flushed and soft with affection.
you rolled your eyes again, but your hand moved and stayed in her hair, your thumb idly brushing the edge of her ear. dazed at the feeling of your touch, paige leaned in again, pressing the gentlest kiss to your collarbone, then your shoulder, then the corner of your mouth.
“i meant it, though,” she said quietly. “about the date.”
“yeah, i know,” you say, smiling softly, noticing how nervous she’s gotten all of sudden.
paige looked at you. really looked this time. it was dark in your room, but she could see your face clearly. her smile lingered, but it faltered slightly around the edges. and then her eyes dropped to your lips, then your collarbone, then back to your eyes again like she couldn’t settle.
“i really like you.”
she swallowed hard. like the words tasted too big in her mouth. like they’d been sitting there for years and this was the only way they’d come out.
“i have for a long time,” she admitted. her voiced cracked the tiniest bit. she smiled again, but it was nervous. “i didn’t know how to say it before. or if i should. or if you’d wanna hear it. but… i do. i really… really like you.”
her thumb brushed your hip gently, her body still pressing against yours, scared you’d pull away.
you didn’t say anything at first.
you couldn’t. you just looked at the pink dusted across her cheeks, the way her lashes fluttere, the way her mouth twitched at the corners like she was trying to smile through the panic.
paige bueckers, who was usually so calm. so goofy. poised… looked terrified with you.
“paige,” you whispered, barely getting her name out.
her eyes moved up to meet yours, and for a second she looked like she regretted everything she just said. like she wanted to pull the words right out of the air and take them back.
you shook your head slowly, blinking back the sudden heat behind your eyes.
“why didn’t you ever tell me?”
she gave a weak, breathless laugh, rubbing the back of her neck.
“shit, i don’t know,” she said, shaking her head softly, eyes dropping again. “i honestly didn’t think you’d even consider me. and i didn’t wanna mess up what we had, too, so...”
she paused before speaking again.
“but when i kissed you that night, i… fuck, i couldn’t stop thinkin about you.”
immediately, you reached for her slowly, cradling her face in your hands, thumbs brushing over her hot cheeks.
“i couldn’t stop thinking about you either,” you admitted.
paige’s lips curved up into a crooked smile. she let out a small huff through her nose, her forehead resting against yours.
she couldn’t believe this was real.
then she pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, a hand moving to your waist, her thumb brushing gently over your skin. she couldn’t stop touching you even if she tried.
“so…” she mumbled, lips twitching up into another grin. “you’ll go on that date with me?”
you roll your eyes first, but you could see it on her face that she was trying to play it cool, trying not to seem too eager, too in her feelings. but she was. she wanted this. wanted you. and not just like this.
she wanted more.
“yeah,” you nodded. “i’ll go on that date with you.”
paige beamed, practically glowing, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“bet.”
you barely had time to breathe before she kissed you again. gentle. smiling against your mouth like she couldn’t help it. in truth, she really felt like her heart was overflowing and kissing you was the only way to keep it from spilling out everywhere. you kissed her back, laughing a little through your nose when she nosed at your cheek afterward, all soft and affectionate, like her whole body had relaxed for the first time in weeks.
you though about the party. how you left matt without even saying goodbye to him. paige pulled you out of the door before you could even look at him. she didn’t want you to look. but she spotted him back in the kitchen as she walked you out. gave him a glare as she pulled you through the party, a hand low on your waist, pulling you close to her body, making sure he saw.
and god, did it make her feel good.
“you really are annoying,” you mumbled again, your fingers sliding through her hair at the nape of her neck.
“mhm,” she murmured, mouth moving against your jaw. “you already said that.”
her lips traced a lazy path down your jaw, then dipped to your neck, pressing gentle kisses and licks that made your skin shiver. her mouth found your collarbone next, sucking softly, stealing your focus a little more as she marked up your neck with light bruises.
“i meant it,” you said, suddenly shaky.
“i know, baby.”
finally, breath hitching in your throat, you whispered, “paige…”
but she only hummed in response, her lips continuing to explore your delicate skin. her lips pressed against your skin again.
you tried again, little more desperate now, “p-paige…”
but she just smiled against your skin, humming like she was saying i hear you, even if she had no plans to stop.
her hands slid up your sides, warm palms trailing, fingers dragging lightly along your ribs, and your whole body shivered. you felt her nose brush your neck, and her mouth found the spot just below your ear.
another kiss. slower. then another. and another.
you tried to speak again. tried to say something, anything—but your breath stuttered again the moment her mouth opened just a little against your neck, her tongue tasting the edge of your pulse, where your skin was sensitive.
“paige,” you exhaled, almost scolding, but it came out as a whisper.
“mm?” she hummed.
her lips never leave your skin. your fingers curled gripping her shoulders. you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say anymore. your head tilted back without even thinking, inviting her in, chasing the feeling of her mouth. she kept kissing you. lazily. hungrily. like she had all the time in the world and none at all. you felt her tongue graze your neck, felt her hand slide up the back of your thigh again.
you felt dazed. as if she were kissing the thoughts right out of you. as if she’d made up her mind that she was going to kiss every single inch of you until you couldn’t think straight.
and fuck, it was working.
“i wanna fuck you again,” she confessed quietly against your neck.
“please,” you whispered, almost too quiet for her to hear. “don’t stop.”
you feel her smile against your skin.
and just like that—she was yours. and you were hers.
for real this time. no more pretending.
just… you. and her.
finally.
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