summary paige bueckers just won a national championship and was drafted number one, there’s absolutely nothing that could kill her high right now. so the only way to celebrate is to get drunk and nasty with her girl— because what else would one do? warnings pls actually read these, hella sex talk, oral, use of restraints, teasing, anal/ass play, fingering, scissoring, multiple orgasms, sex tape bc they freaky.
from lena i’m writing this is a mix of third and first person bc writing is actually kicking my ass! anyway, this is for the anon who asked ab writing anal like months ago, so pls if you don’t like it don’t fucking read it (or skip that part with the butt stuff… i’m not responsible for ur media consumption) 😭 congratulations to my wife on getting drafted, though there was never any doubt DALLAS P HERE WE COMEEEE.
I think my jaw actually falters when I sees her. Her hair even blonder than days prior, her eyes a shade of blue that makes me want to jump into her arms and attack her in kisses. Keep her here, in this hotel, all night. She looks beautiful.
Paige and Brittany had outdone themselves with Paige’s draft outfit. The black suit is bedazzled in stones. Long slacks that lead down to her boots and a jacket that flows with every movement she takes. The vest underneath has a deep V line, giving a nice look at her chest and necklace that draped down the center.
Then the thing I had my eyes set on the most; that fucking tie. (for the sake of plot just #pretend) It falls down the center of her body, stopping low near her navel. A dark dark black that makes the skin of her hands pop when she touches the fabric.
“I can’t tell if she likes it or not.” I can hear Brittany murmur to my girlfriend through my obvious haze. An answer builds on my tongue, but honestly, with the way she looks I forget about responding.
The blonde runs her hands through her hair, down and in waves as per my request. Then her hands run down her torso, playing with the sides of the suit jacket. I swear I feel my knees buckle and go weak.
“Venus?”
Paige has been riding a high all week, and though she really always has (it’s what attracted me to her at first meeting), this week has really done it.
When I landed in Tampa for the final four, she was all confidence and anticipation. Then, after the South Carolina beat down, followed by talk shows and fleeting drunk moments— it’s like that high has never faded.
Which brings us to know. My girlfriend, in a damn good suit, hours away from hearing her name called at the WNBA Draft in New York.
“Hmm?” I finally snap out of it, realizing that i was gushing over her in a room full of makeup artists, hairstylists, photographers, and of course KK Arnold and Azzi Fudd. “You said something?”
“I think that answers your question, B.” She laughs to herself, and I notice the way her own eyes rake over me.
My dress is a shiny, opulent silver. Floor length, with a slit that goes up to mid thigh. It’s backless, with straps that could probably break at a single touch. For my first real event alongside the blonde, I told Paige I should keep my outfit lowkey.
That didn’t sit well with her nor her stylist.
Brittany insisted and putting me in something memorable, something that people would talk about all week: The stunning Paige Bueckers and her gorgeous girlfriend. And honestly, the more they convinced me, the more I liked the sound of it.
“You look amazing, P. I like this color on you.” I murmur, eyes trailing up and down from her gold chain to the mixed metals on her fingers.
“Nah, I like this on you.” Paige whistles low, dragging her feet over to me and gently holding my waist. Even in my heels, her shoes give her some height that makes her tower over me, running her eyes up and down my body like we were the only ones in the room. “This too.” She comments.
Her fingers glide over the skin of my collarbone, over the fresh tattoo and the glow of my body butter, until it reaches my chain. The thin linked silver chain has a pendant hanging off the center.
5.
Paige’s number 5.
It sits nicely in the hollow of my collarbone, and obviously the blonde likes it because her fingertips keep finding their way to it.
“Watch those hands blondie, we outta here in five minutes.” Brittany mutters, dragging Azzi and KK out of the room behind her. The former teammates don’t hesitate to shoot us a look and KK makes sure to fake gag on her way out.
“And we’ll be there, don’t worry ‘bout me.” Paige shoos them off, and I’m glad because it gives me just enough time to gawk at how she looks.
“Paige.”
“Hmm?”
“This is only for the carpet right?” I questioned. My hands dart to the hem of her pants, pondering weather or not I pop the button and sink to my knees right here, or wait until later.
Paige’s head darts down, looking at my nails and how the fight to scratch at her abdomen. “Yes, baby.”
“Good.” I hum, taking yet another step into her space. “I don’t think I’d be able to control myself if you wore this all night.” My voice lowers, almost running dry from arousal.
But I couldn’t not notice the way she smirked, face flushing in either admiration or embarrassment, but knowing Paige it was probably both. “That means B did her job, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, letting her hand move up to cup my chin.
The blonde’s scent travels down to my nose, a masculine scent that I don’t think she’s worn before but now I wish she did because, fuck does it smell good. Her thumb drags down the center of my bottom lip and I jerk my head back.
“Paige! You’re gonna fuck up my lip liner.”
She smiles before leaning into me, pushing her lips to mine slowly. It’s nothing more than a peck, lasts no longer than two seconds but I swear it makes stomach flip and my legs buckle. Though, it seems like Paige could do nothing and I’d still react like that.
“Y’know,” she starts, “Imma fuck it up more when I kiss you in front of all those people after they call my name. Gotta show the world my girl.”
I smile, my nose brushing against her own. “Is that right?” Her hands travel down my body, gripping at my hip with one hand and running over my ass like a second nature with the other. “You’re gonna kiss me? Really?”
“Hell yeah. You think I wanted you here not to show you off?” Paige brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “Gonna kiss you crazy, V.”
My heart speeds up in my chest, and I just know there’s a blush on my cheeks and down my neck. I pat her chest, craning up to kiss her again when the knock on the door cuts me short.
“Get out! C’mon!”
“KK.” We groan at the same time.
Paige takes one last look over herself in the side mirror. She’s extra confident in this suit, and the way her jewelry hangs off of her body lets me know she’s really into this. It’s hot, almost too hot for me to think about anything other than taking all those clothes off.
I take her hand when we finally head for the door, interlacing my fingers with her own.
Until she gets closer, breath fanning my ear as she says, “y’think I can take you in front of that mirror later?”
My breath hitches, and all I can do is smile.
The draft goes as expected: orange carpet pictures and media moments that are either perfect for the internet or too out of pocket for the public eye. Paige is pulled off for countless interviews, leaving Venus alone to socialize.
She ran into Dijonai Carrington. Or more like Dijonai sought her out in a crowd full of people, anything to make Venus more comfortable— and it worked. They nearly got so swept up in conversation that Paige was seconds away from walking off and leaving the tattooed girl behind.
Paige changed into a different outfit, just as Paige-esque and maybe even more attractive. The Louis Vuitton suit is all black, glitter decals falling down the sides of her pants and decorating the lapels of her suit. She looks good, painted nails and silver rings adorning her fingers. The suit also meets in a deep V, except this time she wears nothing under it. It leaves too much to the mind, too much of what you want to do to her at the hotel. Even in her future apartment.
The blonde kept her word. As soon as the words left Cathy’s mouth— with the first pick in the 2025 WNBA Draft, the Dallas Wings select, Paige Bueckers. University of Connecticut— Paige was standing up and trotting over to everyone at her table.
She hugged her parents, who rubbed her firm on the back in an attempt to hide the tears that were due. Geno, making sure to reiterate just how much she hated him. Azzi, much to the delight of the audience— before she found her.
She kept her cool, slyly finding her way to Venus’s hips before connecting their lips. She keeps it as PG as she can, nails dragging over the expanse of her tattooed back before pulling her into a hug. Warm and secure, like she was thanking Venus for everything she’s been there for. The moments after injury, the late night car rides, the transition into a real relationship, and now— holding her down even while being some states away.
Venus watched her clutch the jersey in hand, a moment she swore Paige had been talking her ear off about since the season started.
Then it was off to the hotel. Again. Paige had changed into yet a third outfit, more casual than the first two, but still just as jaw dropping and leg weakening.
But Venus, oh Venus.
Her dress was a deep forrest green, accentuating and hugging every possible curve of her body. Her natural hair is styled in crimps, flipped over to the side, giving a soft look at the tattoos down her neck. A gold ‘P’ necklace sits between her collarbones and a gold arm cuff sits on the center of her sleeve. It was enough for Paige to nearly forget her last name.
Which brings them to now, some after party in the middle of the city. Paige is gone out of her mind. As soon as the first phone call with Curt and Chris ended, she was reaching for a glass of champagne and sipping it diligently. She didn’t even like champagne, but the draft and the championship had seemingly put her in a celebratory mood.
After some mingling and more drinking she sits beside Venus on a couch, dark lighting keeping both of their growing headaches to a minimum. The alcohol was flowing, and with that Paige was getting bolder and bolder. The kiss already solidified everything, people have been asking about her and Venus since she got off stage. But now? She wanted nothing more to continue showing the world her girl, and that started by getting her alone.
“V, we moving in together in Dallas, yeah?” Paige babbles, resting her head on the back of the couch and looking up at the ceiling.
Venus chuckles. The conversation has been had multiple times, even before Dallas was an option. “Hell no.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause I might kill you if I have to live with you.” The woman explains, dragging her martini glass to her lips again. “And the Cowboys haven’t even called me back yet, P. I might stay in with New England.”
Paige’s body adjusts. She sits up, manspreading so much that her thigh presses against her girlfriend’s. Venus’s body nearly jolts on contact, but she hides it, instead looking up at the girl with soft eyes. Paige’s hand trails to her lower back, slightly pinching the skin through her dress.
“You’re so negative. They gon’ call you back, mama.” Paige drags, licking her lips that have gone dry from all her drunk babbling. “We’d be great roommates.”
“What are the perks? I need some insensitive, baby.” The woman responds.
Paige decides that even like this, they’re too far apart. So she adjusts again, pulling Venus’s right leg over her lap. Venus jumps to drop a hand between her legs, stopping her panties— damp and probably a bit too thin— from being put on display.
The blonde’s lips hover near her ear, warm and breathily she says, “the perk is getting fucked whenever you damn please.” Paige grumbles and when she licks her lips again, Venus can feel the wetness of her tongue just slightly run over the shell of her ear.
“Hmm.”
“Yeah… whenever you want. Wherever you want.” Paige replaces Venus’s hand with her own, not being afraid to slip a finger under her dress.
Venus assumed that she’d be a little cordial. She had joked that this was Paige’s first event at her big-girl job and that she needed to impress. She obviously assumed wrong, because first and foremost, Paige was a slut. She had to get what she wanted when she did, and Venus being Venus could only hold out for so long before she was dragging her out the venue by the buckle of her belt.
“I could come back from practice and we have sex in our shower. Our kitchen in the mornings, our living room when you get too lazy to drag me to bed.” Paige rambles, eyes closed like she can picture it all. Her hand moves deeper under her dress and thank God for dark lighting and the drunk haze everyone else also seems to be in.
Venus’s head wavers side to side, either in intoxication or arousal, but honestly they feel like one and the same. “That’s it?”
“Fuck you mean ‘that’s it’?”
“What am I gonna do when you’re on the road. You move me to Dallas and I sit all lonely at home without you?” She crosses her legs, effectively trapping Paige’s hand right where it lays.
In Venus’s mind, there’re having a real conversation. But to Paige she’s teasing like crazy, looking for that one gap to make her girl writhe on this couch and agree to go back to the hotel. She’s been wanting that since this morning when Venus had been tangled in their sheets with her.
Paige’s finger moves in a swiping motion, and finally her finger brushes Venus’s center. Her panties are more than damp, honesty they might be soaked completely through. The contact warms Paige’s finger instantly, causing a smirk to spread across her face. “Nah baby, I think you like that. That’s more than enough for you, huh?”
“You’re chatting shit.” She stutters. For the first time in a while, she makes eye contact with Paige, noticing her blown out pupils and how the whites of her eyes gleam a certain red. Her lashes are dark and long, brushing her cheeks with every languid blink she takes.
Paige shakes her head. “Whatever I’m doin’ is workin’. Got you so wet right now.”
“No, you don’t.” Venus lies in her drunk muddle.
“Why you lyin’ like I can’t feel it?” Paige pressed harder, further, and for a second Venus swore they were gonna get caught.
She gasps, digging her nails into Paige’s wrist. “It was that tie. N—need you to wear one everyday, shit.” Venus explained, a stutter here and there that makes Paige fill with more pride than going number one in the draft did.
“Y’know I was thinkin’ about tying you up with it.”
Frozen. Venus is absolutely frozen. Because while the thought did linger in her brain for a few seconds in the car a few hours back, she was shocked that Paige would dare to say it here.
With her hand centimeters away from pulling her panties to the side.
“Hands behind your back, just diggin’ you out. V, I’d do you so good, baby. Could spread you out onna balcony too—”
Venus uncrosses her legs, taking a deep breath before rising to her feet. She’s slightly wobbling, but it’s purely from arousal this time, Paige’s actions have almost certainly sobered her up.
“Let’s go.”
“Right now?”
“Paige, I got something real nice for you under this dress. Get the fuck up.”
My mouth is tangled with hers as I shove Venus down against the hotel bed. The room is littered with black, suit bags and cardboard boxes which we trip over on the way in, but I don’t care. It’s the first time all night that I get to touch her how I want, kiss her how I want, and I’m not letting it go to waste.
She tastes like lemons and a bit of sugar, sweet enough to make me want more than she can give. Her snake bites feel cool against my tongue, swirling in my mouth as if she was trying to eat me whole.
I grip her hips in an attempt to keep her grounded until i remember what she said to me. What she’s hiding from me under that dress.
“Take this off, V.” I murmur, pulling back just enough to rid my crop top off of my body. “Lemme see that li’l surprise.” I say wholeheartedly. My hands ruck up the ends of her dress, trying to get more of her undone for me.
She instead turns over, hands and knees pushed flush to the bed, her body in a natural arch that makes my breath hitch. “You do it.” She orders, and oddly enough I listen immediately.
I slide the zipper down her back, pealing the dress off until the fabric joins the rest of the mess on the floor. The set she wears is a similar green to the one of her dress, floral lace trim that accentuates the black lines of her tattoos.
I hum, backing away from her briefly. “I gotta do something first, stay jus’ like this for me.” I tell her, navigating the room for the damn tie I threw off hours ago. “Gimmie your hands.” I slur, still slightly dazed from alcohol. Venus does, reaching her arms back and lying flush against our sheets. I wrap the fabric around both her wrists, stifling a smirk at how she lays. Almost helpless.
When I’m done, my fingers dig into the band of her panties slowly dragging them down her ass and thighs before I freeze. A rush of arousal soaks my boxers, and I might even let out a hushed moan.
“V.”
“You surprised?”
Beyond surprised, I’m actually rendered speechless at the clear jewel plug that greets me. Every time I think Venus can’t get freakier, she does something like this that makes me want to have her for hours on end. I trail my eyes further down her backside, at the way her cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing.
She drips through her folds, down onto the sheets. Her scent filling up my nose. “I’m gonna fuck you up, ma. Goddamn.”
Her giggle is muffled into the sheets. I send a slap to her ass, her moan also just as muffled. “Please? Y’wanna fuck me so bad, baby. C’mon.” She teases. I watch her fumble with her hands around her tie. “Please.”
I run my fingers through her slick, deciding on leaving the plug alone until she close. I can’t even believe it, struggling to wrap my head around how my girlfriend looks right now.
“Ion think you’ve ever been this wet before. Shit’s unreal.” I groan, pushing my fingers inside slowly.
Venus, ironically, takes it like a champ, letting me enter her and find my way deep inside her cunt. Arousal sticks to my boxers as I move. Drawing my fingers in and out and in and out like I’d die if I stopped.”
“It’s you— fuckk— get me so wet, P.” She moans. I watch her tumble with her fingers around the tie, tugging the fabric almost for some relief. “Feels so good.” Venus pushes back against my wrist, and I keep dragging my fingers against her walls until my painted nails are painted with her.
“Gotta taste it, ma.” I groan, sinking below the bed and onto my knees.
The plug is the first this that greets me, and I swear I grow wetter at the sight of her hole puckering around it. This might just be the best day of my life for reasons other than getting drafted.
I slide my fingers out, letting out a low whistle at how much of her come covers them before diving in. Venus squirmed as she felt my breath on her clit, her hips bucked and her legs twitched but I only use that as motivation to push my tongue deeper.
“You like my tongue in you, baby?” I tease, sending yet another slap to her ass. I continue eating, hearing her moans of “yes” over and over like a mantra. My spit falls from my mouth, wetting Venus’s pussy even more.
She drips down my chin, into the sheets, even onto her thigh; moaning out my name as I moan at the taste of her.
Any other time she fist the sheets or my hair or even her own nipples, but that tie stops it all from happening. And I swear that alone makes me come in my pants. “P! My— mmph shit— my…”
“Your what, V?” I tease. I may be a bit drunk but I know exactly what she needs, there’s just something about her saying it that makes me feel on top of the world, like I got all this power over her. “Need me to fill you, huh?”
Her toes curl, nestling sending her off balance. “My ass, anything, P. I wanna cum, please make me cum.” Venus hiccups. It’s desperate almost like a cry. Id be a monster to not fulfill her needs.
I pull the plug out slowly, listening to her soft whines and planting even softer kisses to her thigh. “I gotchu. Always, V. Gonna make it feel good for you, baby. I promise.” I slur. I throw it haphazardly on the bed before replacing my tongue with my fingers again, splitting her open with three instead of two.
“Oh fuckkk! Paige, it’s so—so deep. Fuck, fuck!” I curl my fingers fast, tearing her apart from the inside out. And then my tongue meets her backside, running over the rimmed surface with nothing but eager.
I work my tongue faster all over Venus’s ass while thumbing her sensitive clit, fingers curling deeper. It’s a mix of actions that make my brain spin and her own turn to mush. Venus’s arms convulse against her back, moans and groans turning into something like screams, hips rolling against my face.
“Oh god, oh fuck” sobbed Venus as her hand tightened painfully around my black tie. “Yes, baby, yes”. She was already so close, all the indicators of a release put on display just for me, just bit more would throw her over the edge already.
“That’s my pretty slut, yeah? All needy for me to make you feel good.” I coo. “Cum for me real fast, make it messy, Venus.” I mumble, mouth still busy on working her to a pulp. My girlfriend’s body freezes and within a matter of seconds I can feel her coating my fingers, dripping out of her and onto the sheets again.
“Oh my God!” She drags out in a cry, legs trembling until they give out under her and she falls flat. I can’t help but grin, pulling back and hovering over her back before my hands fall down to her cunt again. “P, hold—shit, hold on.” She gasps but I cut her off with my fingers again.
“Shhh shhh, just take it ight? I got drafted tonight, lemme do what I want.” I plead, moving my fingers nice and slow inside of her already pulsing cunt. Venus doesn’t fight it, more like she can’t without her hands, but with the way she moans out for me I know she doesn’t want to. “Just listen, so fucking wet.”
“Baby.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.” She gasps, eyes rolling while tears simultaneously slip from her eyes. She rocks against my hand with all the strength she has left, chasing what’s left of her high just for me.
I wrap an arm around her neck and shoulders as best as I can, leaning into the crook of her neck that’s completely covered in sweat.
“‘M so—proud of you.” Venus praises between moans. “And you loo—mmphhh fuck! So, so good in that suit.” She babbles, drunk off of the pleasure I give her and I’m so turned on.
“I looked good?” I egg her on.
Venus nods, squeezing her eyes shut. “Go shirtless in a suit again, I need that.” She breathes out. I’m seconds away from responding, telling her how sexy that silver dress she had in most of the night looked on her body. How every time she wears something that reveals the tattoo on her collarbone of my name, I start to feel my heart beat 100 times faster.
But then her body is convulsing again, and the sounds she makes aren’t loud, more like tired. Weak. She’s reached her peak and I just keep working her through it, curling my fingers up into that gummy spot until her come squirts out of her. Drenching our sheets and my hand and the crotch of my dress pants.
I still lean into her ear, kissing the lobe and whispering, “I love you more.”
The sun isn’t even close to being up yet. It’s four A.M in New York, just a few hours after Venus and Paige had drifted off to sleep. But just as fast as the night came, the morning did too. A flight to Dallas awaited, Paige had her first interview alongside Aziaha James and Madison Scott.
It was surreal, and even after going through the motions last night, Paige still can’t wrap her head around it. Her, a national champion and now number one draft pick, in a new city and on a new team, with players she’s watched for years.
Her legs are tangled with Venus’s, who drifts in and out of sleep on Paige’s bare chest. She scrolls through her phone, responding to congratulatory texts and tweets until the tattooed woman shifts awake.
“Mornin’.” Paige smiles. It’s all to reminiscent of the first time they really did this. A night after they confessed their feelings, their love. Paige remembers the nerves she felt and how she couldn’t even really sleep that night. Now she can’t but for a completely different reason.
She’s on top of the world and the girl of her dreams gets to be right there with her.
“You’re so country now. Good morning, baby.” Venus jokes, a finger circling over the singular hickey in the center of her chest. “What time is it?”
Paige kisses her teeth, placing her phone on her stomach. “Don’t worry about it, we got some time.” She sighs. A warm palm runs up and down her back. “Get some sleep, mama.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Venus asked, voice low and slightly gravelly from sleep. Her lips press against the swell of Paige’s breast before kissing softly across her chest. “What if I wanna do something before our flight?”
Paige suddenly has given her undivided attention to Venus, watching her trail cracked-lipped kisses down her body. Her inked hand traveling across her hip bone and over every other surface of skin she can touch. “You gotta be quick.” Paige breathes.
“I thought we “had time’?” Venus drawls.
“I lied, baby. Hurry up.”
Hurry up she does. Venus straddles Paige’s thigh, passing off the phone back to the blonde. “You wanna get this on camera? Y’know for the road trips?” Venus teases. Her thumb runs over Paige clit, surprisingly swollen and wet even off the wake-up.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, shit, hold on.” Paige fumbles for the phone suddenly struggling to get the angle right to unblock her phone and then forgetting her password. “Goddamn, V. Got me fumblin’ shit.”
“Hurry up, I’m horny.” Venus laughs, slotting her legs with her girlfriend’s. Paige finally gets her phone unlocked and the second she does Venus is pushing their cores together. Rocking back and forth slowly until she finds a rhythm. “Mmmm yes.”
Paige hold’s Venus’s hip with one hand, the other training the camera to where they connect. The silence of the morning makes arousal echo off the walls and even louder in her ears. “You feel perfect, baby. Ride me harder, harder.” Paige moans, tossing her head back just enough to give Venus the perfect angle to grip the blonde’s neck in her hand.
“More?”
“More, mama. Don’t stop, don’t—shitttt!” Paige’s hips buck instinctively as she moans focusing the phone on the abundant wetness between them.
Venus moves faster, pushing her hips down harder like Paige wanted. “You think— hah fuck— think I could cum inside you like this?” She grunts, hand tightening around Paige’s throat. “We’re so wet, Paige.”
“Fuck, try. Venus, please.” Paige nearly drops the phone her legs trembling in arousal as her climax approached. “Kiss me.” She begs, trailing a hand to the back of her neck and kissing her hard. Tongue and all. Venus sucks on Paige’s tongue hard, and a part of her feels like she can taste herself from the night before.
They keep working each other until the phone is long forgotten and tossed to the side, only moans and terms of affirmation heard on the video recording.
“You gonna nut in me? Huh, V? Want it inside me, ma.” Paige digs into her hips, nails scratching and pulling her closer. “I fucking love your ass, y’know that?”
“I know, I know. I’m gonna cum.”
“Please, fuckkk— Venus, I’m— awww shit!” The blonde’s climax hits her like a train. Loud and powerful moans entering their ears as she comes harder than she had imagined. Venus followed right after, mumbling ‘I love you’s like she needed to say them to stay alive.
“Mmmm, Paige.”
“Shit.”
Venus flops against her chest, head tucked in the crook of Paige’s neck and legs untangling. Their heavy breathing rings through their ears. It’s simple, quiet like the start of their new beginning. A beginning of just the two of them.
“We’re moving in together, I don’t care.” Paige cuts in. And Venus swears the conversation last night was only a part of Paige’s drunk endeavors. But no, it was real.
“Shut up and enjoy this.”
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