notes. was supposed to cram multiple chapters for my lit class but wrote this instead :P consider it an early valentine's gift. also this is set in the summertime bc i am so over this dreadful ass weather.
words. 2.30k
paige plops down beside you on the sofa with a tired little grunt. it’s natural, instinctual even, the way your body immediately seeks hers, wrapping your arms around and curling into her, and exhaling contently when she returns the hug, lips pressing to your temple lovingly.
it’s been a long, long day, with you and paige finally moving into your new apartment downtown. between going back and forth to transport boxes from your old place on the other side of the city and unpacking, you didn’t have much time for each other all day. it’s like heaven when her lips finally press to yours, moving together languidly as one of her hands splay across the small of your back, bringing you closer.
this place is nicer than the complex you moved into right after the draft last year. it’s a sleek, shiny high–rise building, located right in the heart of the dallas. the view of the city from your unit on the eleventh floor is breathtaking— but still, it’s nothing compared to the sight of paige right in front of you.
in the heat of hauling things in earlier, she’d taken off her shirt, leaving her clad in just her basketball shorts and nike sports bra, hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. warmth radiates from her body to yours, her sunkissed skin smooth and firm. you let your hand wander, feeling up her abdomen, abs flexing under your touch. the kiss breaks when smile at her, “finally done.”
“yeah, no thanks to you,” your girlfriend snorts as she nuzzles into your neck, nose brushing against a ticklish spot, making you giggle.
although you did try to convince her to just hire professionals to move your belongs, paige insisted on doing it all herself. she didn’t see the point in paying someone else to do something she was fully capable of, she explained, despite having beyond enough to afford the help. in other words, your girlfriend is ridiculously stubborn.
“my job was to provide moral support,” you defend yourself, voice going a bit breathy as paige starts to kiss on your neck. you carried a few boxes from the foyer to the living room, handed paige things whenever she needed them, went out and grabbed chicken nuggets and milkshakes from the nearest chick–fil–a for you both— a+ girlfriend behavior, in your humble opinion.
paige hums, raising her head to look at you, a smirk already playing at her perfect pink lips. “you could provide some oral support,” she quips, and it’s extremely corny, but her voice is so low and gruff and stupidly attractive. it sends heat straight to your core, regardless. “least you could do, since i already did all the work today.” you roll your eyes and smack her on the shoulder.
“oh, really?” you say.
“mhm,” she nods, eyes fixated on your lips. “want that pretty mouth all over me.” then, she pulls you into her lap and kisses you again, hands immediately claiming their place on your ass as her tongue pushes its way into your mouth.
you can’t help but arch into her, moaning into the kiss. admittedly, you did find it sexy, watching her carry in all those heavy boxes from your seat at the kitchen island, her skin shiny with sweat. she’s so strong, so hard hardworking. thinking about it makes fire coil in your gut, heat rushing to the same place between your legs.
paige’s hands grip your body tighter, grinding your hips down against her. you break the kiss to plant your lips to her jaw, kissing down to her neck, sucking where you know she’s most sensitive. you’re satisfied with the soft noise paige makes in response, head lolling back to give you more access.
you mark her throat twice more, then lean back, hands smoothing down her shoulders, until they find the hem of her sports bra. paige helps you pull it off of her, flinging it across the room, neither of you caring where it lands. then, she pulls your shirt over your head, helping you get out of your bra. you’re both eager to get out of your bottoms, paige shimmying out of her shorts and boxers while you unbutton your cut–offs, slipping them down your legs and kicking them aside.
moments later you’re on the floor, kneeling between her legs, face–to–face with her bare cunt. paige is relaxed into the couch, one arm stretched along the back of it, while her other hands comes down to cup your face. it always gets her so turned on, seeing you on your knees for her, all obedient.
“my good girl, hm?” she hums. you shiver at the pet name and nod, leaning in to press kisses to the insides of her muscular thighs. “so pretty… prettiest in the fuckin’ world,” she praises, thumb stroking over your cheekbone gently.
you feel your own cunt pulse at the sound of her voice. eager to please, you dive in, licking a stripe up her pussy, watching for a reaction. she manages to hold the eye contact as you drag your tongue from her entrance to her clit over and over again, thighs tensing and sucking in a sharp breath. then, coming up, you close your lips around her clit, sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves, and release it with a soft pop! “shit,” she hisses, eyes fluttering shut, then gasps when you kiss her there.
“tastes so fucking good, baby,” you moan, moving your tongue in circles. your words have even more slick dripping out of her, and you slurp it up, as if you’re starving.
she groans softly, hand moving to the back of your head, tangling into your hair as she rocks her hips up against your mouth. “yeah, you like that? want my cum in your mouth?” she asks breathily, staring down at you, mesmerized by the sight of you lapping at her pussy.
you nod eagerly, spurred on by the thought of her finishing for you, wanting so badly to hear her cry out and see her face twist with pleasure. you quicken your pace, flattening your tongue against her and shaking your head, then sliding into her entrance. her cunt flutters, thighs twitching around your face, the grip on your hair getting tighter.
“k–keep doing that—” she cuts herself off with a pretty moan, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “fuck, i’ll give you whatever you want.”
you thrust your tongue in and out as fast as you can manage, despite the way your jaw starts to hurt, because every sound paige makes, every twitch in her abdomen, every roll of her hips makes it worth it. it gets you that much worked up, the fabric of your panties stuck to your skin with how wet you are, clit brushing against the thin lace and throbbing.
you can tell paige is getting close before she says so. her breathing is ragged, head thrown back, free hand now gripping onto one of the throw pillows. “gonna cum. fuck, don’t stop.” she pants, eyes rolling back. you add your fingers to the mix, rubbing fervently at her clit while you fuck her with your tongue, wanting to get her there.
and then the evidence of her orgasm is spilling into your mouth, droplets slipping past your lips and running down your chin, dripping onto the sofa. you don’t stop with your ministrations— not until you’re certain she’s finished and you’ve swallowed all that you can.
you sit back on your heels afterward, resting a hand on paige’s knee and catching your breath. paige also has to take a breather, eyes shut, body having gone slack against the couch.
when she blinks her eyes open, it’s like her strength is renewed by the near sight of you. as if you weigh nothing at all, she reaches forward, lifting you off of the ground and laying you down on the ouch, climbing over you to slam your lips together in a searing kiss. she wastes no time, tearing your panties off of you.
you feel your cheeks flame as the cool air hits your skin. you’re soaked, clit pink and puffy, aching to be touched. it’d probably be embarrassing if it was for anyone else, but paige just groans at the sight of your drenched cunt, dragging her middle and ring fingers through your slick folds, massaging your clit. then, without warning, she pushes them into you.
instantly, you’re hit with a towering wave of pleasure, washing over you so suddenly it catches you off guard. “oh, my god—” you gasp as paige starts to thrust, her fingers feeling like heaven as they drag against your slick walls. “yes, baby, that’s so good.”
your spine curves deeply, lifting above the cushion, moaning loudly each time plunges into you. her thrusts are erratic, fucking into you messily, curling and scissoring her fingers, stretching you out. you grab onto her arm, nails digging into her bicep, hips bucking in an attempt to match her unsteady pace. you need this, faster and harder and deeper. “please,” you mewl.
before you can even really get into it, that familiar tightness only just appearing in the pit of your stomach, she’s suddenly retracting her fingers from your body. you’re left layering there confused, betrayed, the ache returning to your core in seconds, clenching desperately around nothing.
your mouth opens, but she speaks before you can complain. “i’ll be right back, don’t move.” she orders, before disappearing into your new shared bedroom.
thankfully, she isn’t gone too long. you barely have enough time to catch your breath and steady yourself before she returns, moments later, with the strap secured to her hips, the only thing she has on other than socks.
she joins you on the couch again, settling between your legs, knees planting into the cushions. she grabs you by the hips and pulls you close, then takes the toy into her hand by the base, slapping it against your clit a few times. you choke on air, reaching out to grab onto her waist. “paige,” you whine.
“shh, i got you,” she tells you, sliding the tip up and down your slit teasingly. “gonna make you feel so good, babe. have you creaming all over my dick.”
you’re almost relieved to hear that. “please,” you beg, legs wrapping around her hips, trying to bring her closer. “i need you.”
the stretch is delicious, burning in the best possible way. “fuck,” you cry, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
paige holds you down with a firm hand on your hip, watching the toy disappear inside you, inch by inch. “so fucking tight,” she mutters, slowly pulling back out, the silicone dragging along your walls. “swear i can feel you squeezing me, baby.” you whimper at that, spine arching, nails digging into her sides.
she lets you adjust, starting off slow and careful, searching your face for any signs of discomfort as she gently fucks you. right now, you just look fucked out, lips parted as you breath laboriously and eyes shut, but still begging for it like whore. paige thrusts with a little more vigor this time, driving the strap into you.
you moan, loud and unbidden, head pushing back into the throw pillow. she’s so big, filling you completely, just the way you need it. she leans forward, body hovering over yours now with her forearm braced just above your head, fucking you deeper, tip brushing against that gummy spot deep inside every time she plunges back in.
if your new neighors are home, you’re pretty sure they can hear everything. hell, the whole floor probably knows what’s going on in your unit. the sounds filling your apartment are filthy— the obscenties leave your mouth, your pussy squelching, skin slapping against skin in a steady rhythm. your hands slide up to paige’s back, clinging to her, hips rolling to meet her thrusts.
paige tilts her head down, pressing her mouth to yours at the same time as she reaches down between your bodies, fingers finding your clit easily, stroking rapidly with her middle and ring fingers. you instantly know you aren’t going to last much longer, feeling the tightness reappear in the pit of your stomach, boiling hotly. your lips leave paige as a loud moan forces its way out of your throat, cunt fluttering around the strap.
“yeah, that’s it,” paige encourages you, slamming into you, fingers working you past the edge. “go ahead and cum on my cock. know you can do it, just gotta let go for me.”
with a broken, high–pitched moan, you cum hard, feeling it ebb through you. paige fucks you throat it, continuing to thrust as your body shakes, nails dragging down her skin, leaving pink welts in their wake. you can barely hear her cursing at the stinging pain, ears ringing and vision blurring.
your body goes limp against the couch, attempting to catch your breath. paige pulls out and collapses beside you, also panting. you can’t help but laugh weakly when your eyes meet, feeling completely spent.
“it’s officially our place, now,” paige comments, and you snort.
you glace around at the living room, noting the assortment of boxes and things that still need to be unpacked. “not until we get all this shit put away,” you reply.
“yeah, that can wait until tomorrow,” then, paige reaches over and her thumb is suddenly on your clit again, rubbing you in light circles. your eyes flit to hers, gaze inquiring, though you can’t help the soft moan that tumbles past your lips. “think you can give me another?” she asks, smirking— though, it’s not even really a question. you will, before the night is over.
you just laugh breathily. “our neighbors are going to hate us.”
summary: paige goes down on you for the first time (smut)
What had went from a mere makeout session with your girlfriend of only a few weeks had turned into more when she started kissing down your neck, clothed chest, stomach, all the way down to your thighs had started to hint something more was going to happen.
She started to kiss your thighs as they were easily accessible considering you were only in pajama shorts. You were honestly very experienced and even the feeling of her lips on your bare thighs was making you nearly shake in pleasure. It felt so new yet so good.
Paige looked up at you, looking straight at your eyes and you were seriously hoping she didn't think you looked ugly from that angle. She didn't, obviously, but things were still new, you were still inexperienced and insecure when it came to things like this so it was not a surprise that you felt this way.
"Can I?" She asked, her fingers going to the waistline of your shorts, signaling she wanted them off you.
You nodded shyly, your cheeks going red as she did just that, slowly pulling your shorts down and off you before she was back kneeling in between your legs. You really wished you had worn cuter underwear.
Paige lifted your shirt up your stomach a little bit as she started to pepper light kisses on your lower stomach, inching her way closer to your underwear. She knew you did not have a lot of experience, for one, and nonetheless, you guys had never gone this far with one another so she was not just going to go for it.
Paige looked back up at you, "Can I take these off?" She asked and you nodded but she wanted words, she needed to hear it. "Say it." Paige said, not in a mean tone but gentle.
"You can." You quietly responded, heart racing in excitement, nervousness, and anticipation at what was clearly going to come from this.
Paige pulled away from your core before she started to pull your underwear off you, leaving you completely naked on your lower half of your body. You felt shy and a little insecure. You hoped she found you attractive.
Paige, after having had taken off your underwear, staring at your exposed dripping core. She could not wait to get her mouth on you. Her stares, although it wasn't intentional, made you feel even more nervous. You squeezed your legs together, concealing her view. She quickly spread your legs apart again, her big hands staying on your thighs as she looked back up into your eyes.
"You know what I want to do, right?" Paige asked, her voice low, laced in desire.
You nodded in response, "Yeah."
"You sure you're ready for that?" Your girlfriend then asked. She knew you were not the most experienced.
"Mhm." You told her. You felt nervous but you didn't feel it in a way that made you feel unready.
"Let me know if you want me to stop." Paige told you, waiting to see your nod before she had went back between your thighs.
You could feel her hot breath against your core and it made you shiver. The anticipation, the unknowingness of what this would feel like, it had your heart racing. Finally, Paige leaned in, starting with leaving small kisses against the sensitive skin. You were already so wet, so ready. As her lips met your skin, you let out a little gasp which she noticed and enjoyed but didn't say anything about.
She then started to kiss your folds before making her way up to your clit, sucking on the sensitive flesh. It all felt so good, better than you imagined. You moaned as you brought your hand up to her hair, tugging a little without thinking, not that she minded. She liked it. You knew some people didn't like that, though, so you quickly moved your hand, gripping onto the blanket under you instead.
Paige's hand was on yours in an instant as her mouth stayed on your pussy. She brought your hand back up to her hair, not saying a word but telling you she liked it with her actions. Your hands were back gripping onto her hair and her hands were back to gripping your thighs.
She pulled away from your clit for a moment as she started to lick small stripes against your folds, seeing how you reacted. You felt so good and the sounds you were making only proved that. But, when she started to lick long stripes, her tongue pressed flat against you as she licked up your dripping core, you let out a louder shaky sigh of pleasure. Paige smirked against you, it was clear to her what you liked more so she continued doing just that for a little.
Your girlfriend wanted to try something out though so her tongue made its way lower before she was sticking the tip of her tongue inside of you. You let out a surprised moan at the new feeling. Her nose brushed against your clit as she began to flick her tongue in and out of you. Your grip on her hair grew tighter as your sounds of pleasure grew and the grip her hands had on your thighs tightened.
"Paige..." You breathily managed out. "Gonna cum." You tell her.
She let out a hum in response, her mouth still against you, and the vibrations only sent you over the edge as you completely came undone, something that you had never experienced before. It felt like a rush came over you. Like you were floating. You didn't know how else to explain it.
Paige worked you through your release, her tongue continuing its motion before you finally came down from your high. She finished licking up your mess before pulling away. You could see the way her face glistened with your release and it was almost embarrassing but she didn't see it that way. She thought it was the hottest thing, seeing you all fucked out already, just from a little mouth action, her face all messy with you. Paige almost thought she could cum right there.
"You okay?" Paige asked, her hands caressing your thighs.
"Mhm." You respond. You felt more than okay despite your slight embarrassment and shyness about what just happened.
"You are so hot." Paige spoke before she leant into your lips, the taste of your release still lingering on her tongue, and she began kissing you, her thigh in between your legs, the skin pressing against your still wet and now sensitive skin. You let out a little whine against her lips at the feeling which only made her smile against you. She couldn't wait to get more of you.
