&&&. paige bueckers x young!milf!oc
⌗ EVERYTHING ˳ᐟ ─── ⸝⸝ ❝ never been good at trusting, but there's something 'bout you i'm in love with. / i put that on everything, feels like a forever thing. ❞
summary. having raised a baby as a single teen mom, it was hard for aaliyah to let people in. not only for her own peace, but for her baby's as well. unfortunately for her, paige was perfect in every way. includes. 2k words.
a/n. hii !!! this is my very first post so gimme a lil grace...hope y'all enjoyy😚😚😚
𝓝o matter how many times Aaliyah took her baby girl to the doctor, it never got easier seeing those tears pour from her big, round eyes when it was time for her shot.
It was a necessary evil, keeping Taylor safe from all the scary things her tiny immune system couldn't handle. That didn't make Aaliyah feel any less guilty.
Which is why, after every appointment, she'd take her daughter out for the whole day. They'd get whatever Taylor wanted for lunch and dinner, going shopping at a ridiculous amount of stores between the two meals.
Aaliyah knew spoiling her rotten wasn't the best way to handle those situations. But the way Taylor's chunky cheeks would puff out extra when she smiled big was the woman's favorite sight to see. Her baby in general was her favorite sight to see.
So by the time they got home, both of Aaliyah’s arms were loaded with colorful shopping bags, two gripped tightly in each hand. Taylor waddled beside her with a new stuffed animal tucked under her arm, an ice cream cone she would have two licks of clutched in a tiny fist.
Adjusting the bags digging painfully into her fingers, Aaliyah nudged the door shut with her hip. Almost immediately, Taylor left her in the dust, running to the kitchen where she heard Paige's rustling.
"There's my girl," Paige cooed warmly.
Taylor’s giggles echoed through the apartment, followed by the familiar sound of Paige's exaggerated groan as she lifted her up with ease.
Aaliyah smiled to herself.
Cute, per usual. But even better, a distraction.
She quickly began tiptoeing toward the stairs with her mountain of bags, trying not to let any of them crinkle too loudly. If she could just get everything upstairs before Paige saw—
“Hey, baby, I set Tay up in her highchair for din-" Paige froze.
Aaliyah winced. Then slowly, painfully slowly, she turned around.
Paige stood in the kitchen doorway with her eyebrows raised and arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes were focused on the absurd amount of shopping bags hanging from Aaliyah’s body. “Aaliyah…”
She wobbled under the weight of the bags, nearly tipping sideways before catching herself at the last second with an embarrassed huff. The blonde pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
Aaliyah gave her the world’s most pathetic pout, slowly padding over. "I did it again,” she admitted quietly.
“I see that, mama.” Paige majority of the bags from her hands before nodding toward the pretty massive pile still dangling from Aaliyah's wrists. “What’d we talk about last time?”
She sighed dramatically, eyes dropping to the floor. "…Tay loves me no matter what.”
Paige gave her a nod of approval. “Good girl." Paige’s expression softened immediately, beckoning her over with a bend of her pointer finger.
Taylor would’ve loved the day just the same if she and Aaliyah came home empty-handed. She loved her mom for bedtime cuddles and forehead kisses and car karaoke. Not shopping sprees. Though, she deeply appreciated those too—I mean, what four year old wouldn't?
Aaliyah lifted her eyes as she shuffled over to her, lips poking out just a little more in silent request when she stopped in front of her.
Paige snorted, shaking her head as her mouth stretched into that gummy smile Aaliyah loved so much. “You so spoiled."
The brunette stepped closer. “M’not..." She tilted her head with a spark in her eyes.
"Mhm," Paige lifted her chin slightly, staring down at Aaliyah in a way that had her pressing her thighs together subconsciously. "Not askin' to be rewarded for spending allat' money?"
Aaliyah shrugged weakly, giving the Bueckers woman a dimply smile. “There was a sale..."
Paige stepped closer, sliding one hand around Aaliyah’s waist while the other squished both her cheeks together. "Lucky y'so fuckin' cute." Then she leaned down and pecked Aaliyah’s pout once.
Aaliyah melted immediately, hands curling into Paige’s shirt. The kisses began to linger, each time longer than the next, until Paige was smiling against her mouth.
Aaliyah felt her hand slide from her waist to the back of her neck, tilting her head up how she liked and pulling her closer while her thumb brushed softly against her jaw. Aaliyah whimpered into it a little before blinking herself back to reality.
“Dinner,” she mumbled weakly against Paige’s lips.
Paige didn’t even open her eyes, licking her lips as she murmured, "You’re my dinner," and attempted to pull her back in.
Aaliyah burst out laughing, shoving lightly at her chest. "And yet, I'm the one who needs reprimanding?"
The blonde's nose scrunched up at the big word, "Liy, you know I have no idea what the fuck that means..." She gave her hips a squeeze, shoving her face into the spot between her neck and shoulder. "But, baby, you walked in here looking all guilty and cute with those big eyes. What was I supposed to do?”
Paige finally pulled back enough to meet her eyes. "I dunno... sounds like a lotta' work."
"Oh, please." Aaliyah rolled her eyes playfully. "Tay has her moments, but you know damn well she's better than how you were."
"First of all, rude." Paige scoffed and gave her waist a light pinch, then smiled cheekily, "Second, I wasn't talkin' about Tay...I was talkin' about you."
Aaliyah squealed at the attack, flicking Paige's ear. "Do not play wit' me, Madison."
"Damn, I love it when you talk dirty."
The brunette's eyes widened, mouth opening to correct her; but before she could speak- "Mamaaaaaa!"
Aaliyah bit down on her plump bottom lip and stepped back, taking the blonde's hand as she did so. "Duty calls, baby."
"Bruh." Paige smacked her lips and threw her head back.
There was nothing Aaliyah hated more than when Paige called her that. She rose an eyebrow, giving her the 'mom look'. "Watch yourself."
𝓦hen Paige walked into their room after putting Taylor down, she was reminded—once again—why she thanked God every night for blessing her with His most prized possession.
"Goddamn." The blonde swallowed, drinking in the sight of Aaliyah dressed in a matching tank and shorts pj set, with her curls hidden beneath a towel. Her top left little to the imagination, stretching against her tits and hardened nipples. And the shorts, well, they didn't stand a chance. Just like every other pair of bottoms Aaliyah owned.
She met Paige's eyes through the body length mirror, raising an eyebrow and muttering, "You good, baby?"
"Mmcht-" The Bueckers woman threw a hand like, get outta here, and quickly made her way towards her girlfriend. "Am I good?" She mocked, grabbing Aaliyah's waist and whirling her around. "Getcho' ass onna' bed."
Aaliyah smirked. "Thought I didn't deserve a reward for spending allat' money," she teased, using her hands to mimic quotations.
The curlyhead giggled happily, prancing over to their bed. Paige ran her tongue over her bottom lip before biting down on it, watching Aaliyah's cheek clap together as she plopped stomach first onto the plush mattress.
Paige strolled over, hand running over her face as Aaliyah met her gaze from over her shoulder. "Ass up, come on."
Aaliyah complied, plush lips stretching into a smile as she wiggled her hips teasingly.
"Man..." Paige knelt a knee on the edge of the bed, the other keeping her stable as she ran massaged the fat of her ass. "You got me fucked up, Liy. Leavin' me high and dry earlier..." She left a firm smack on her cheek, making Aaliyah squeal. "It's like that?"
"No, Paigey. I-" She cut herself off with a moan, one of Paige's large, calloused hands curving around her throat to lift her up, Aaliyah's back meeting her chest.
Paige nodded with mock sympathy, murmuring a soft, "Mhm," and nudging the tip of her nose against Aaliyah's cheek.
With a slip of her tongue inside of Aaliyah's mouth, Paige's hand slid down her soft belly and under the waistband of her tiny sleep shorts—if you could even call the small bit of fabric that. Aaliyah was quick to wraps her swollen lips around Paige's slippery tongue, gently suckling the pink muscle.
She continued sucking as the blonde began to rub small circles on her clit, their mixed spit shining on the corners of their mouths and messily smeared on Aaliyah's chin.
Without warning, Paige slid not one, but two calloused, ring-clad fingers into Aaliyah's sopping cunt. The curlyhead's lips parted in a silent moan, Paige's doing the same in a mocking, but unfairly sexy manner.
The Bueckers woman slightly tightened her grip on Aaliyah's neck, smiling wide at the loud moan that left her sore lips.
"Careful, mama..." Paige muttered into her girlfriend's neck. She then bit down on the space between there and her collarbone, earning a needy moan from Aaliyah as she wrapped her slick lips around her tongue once more, in a searing kiss. "You tryna' wake up our girl?"
Aaliyah shook her head, feeling that familiar heat building in her belly. "No! No...M'sorry- feels s'good," she uttered, swollen lips pulled into a sorry little pout as Paige nodded knowingly, gently pulling her head to lean against her chest.
"I know, baby. I really do..." Paige bit down harshly on her own bottom lip as she changed the angle her hand was in, allowing her thumb to nudge into Aaliyah's neglected, puckered hole. She chuckled as Aaliyah let out a guttural moan, falling face first into their pillows. "Okay, then."
Her stomach tightened at the intense amount of friction, murmuring almost inaudibly, "Gonna come, daddy."
Paige's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Yeah?" She brought her other hand around Aaliyah's front, adding fuel to the fire and abusing her puffy clit. "Gonna make a mess'a my fingers?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Aaliyah nodded feverishly, shoving her face into the sheets in a sore attempt to hide her needy moans. Hot tears brimmed at her water line, "Fuck- Paigey, please let me."
Earning a knowing laugh from Paige as Aaliyah began to roll her hips, she couldn't help but smile as her top set of teeth sunk into the fat of her bottom lip.
"Mm...fuckin' y'self on my fuckin' fingers like a slut. I'on want anymore a'dat cryin', yeah?" Paige shoved her fingers as deep as possible, stilling them at the hilt and making a sharp squeal leave Aaliyah's sore throat.
"Go 'head, fuck m'hand, mama."
And that was all she needed to continue needily rolling her hips, Paige's warm rings now soaked and sticky as Aaliyah fucked herself into an oblivion.
Her legs shook uncontrollably as she leaked down her girlfriend's wrist, drenching her own inner thighs as her juices slowly pooled beneath her onto their sheets.
Paige slowly pulled her fingers out, laughing when Aaliyah immediately collapsed onto the mattress. Chest filled with pride, she patted two light slaps to her ass. "Damn, bae. Been hiding that you a squirter from me?"
Aaliyah moaned at the hits, glancing at her over her shoulder before rolling her eyes. "Fuck you, Madison."
"I'd let you..." The blonde giggled childishly, gums showing. "But I think you're all outta' gas tonight, baby."
"A'ight, a'ight...m'sorry. I love you." Paige delivered a sweet kiss to Aaliyah's shoulder.
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