I Need A Night Of Drinkin , Dancing & Sexual Tension

This awoken something in me, might be more gay than I thought

BIGGER IN TEXAS

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

content: filth (and some plot, as a treat)!! language, light alcohol/body shots, oral, fingering, strap, fuck ass cowboy hats, freak shit im talm bout inittttt, slight overstim, mirror, light choking (author is unoriginal we know this), reader is honestly thirsty as hell but so is paige, idk how to tag smut properly just know im losing my spot in heaven for this fic

wc: 10.5k

synopsis: A Dallas Wings rookie and a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader walk into a club together. What could possibly go wrong?

notes: i wasn't ovulating when i drafted this but i am now! maybe tmi. sinners changed my life and my main takeaway from that movie is everyone is a munch and thats a life philosophy i think everyone should have. make sure you all say "thank you kali uchis" because i actually got insane writers block after waking up this morning but her album saved me. not much to say but im actually going to hell for this so please make it worth it and hit up my inbox pls and ty 🫶 as always i hope yall enjoy!

Let the record show that you weren’t serious.

Okay. You were like, 50% serious. As in if you were presented with the opportunity, you would take it, but if any of your friends were to ask about it, you would probably deflect.

You realize now that you tend to get a little overzealous on Twitter – it’s far more unhinged than your Instagram is, where you share pictures of your everyday life and action shots as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. You have less followers on the bird app (it is not X), you’re a little more…real, and as a bonus, your mom doesn’t follow you, so you feel like you can be a little more insane on there.

Although you’d probably apologize to her later – because one of your recent tweets is going a little crazy.

It didn’t start as anything crazy. Being a Dallas athlete, you kept up with nearly every sports team – the Mavericks, the Stars, the Cowboys, obviously, but you loved the Wings, too. You watched the WNBA draft as did countless others in the country.

When the Wings admin posted the Welcome to Dallas, Paige Bueckers! tweet, you’d giggled to yourself, mostly because you were nursing a Chili’s margarita and because she looked insanely good in the graphic.

You retweeted it, typing, welcoming you into dallas w open arms @.paigebueckers1 🤠

Then, almost like an afterthought, you commented on your own retweet, typing, and with open legs 🙏

You didn’t think much of it. Obviously. You didn’t have a huge following and if anyone asked, you’d just be kidding. The next ten minutes are peaceful as you finish off your margarita and scroll aimlessly through TikTok, keeping one ear out for the next draft pick. And then your phone starts blowing up.

A bunch of likes. A few people retweeting your second comment with various laughing or crying emojis. But what makes you pause is the notification reading Paige Bueckers has liked your tweet!

Oh. You click just to make sure, and – yeah. Definitely the one about having open legs.

Any other day, this would probably be mortifying, but today you’re a little emboldened by the margarita in your veins and you can’t help but think this is a little funny. You’ll probably regret it later when everyone remembers that you’re kind of a public figure and decides to flame you for being a little unhinged on main. For now, though, it’s not that big of a deal.

When you wake up in the morning to an unread DM from Paige – who’d followed you back, mind you – on your Instagram, you suddenly realize that it actually is a big deal.

Paige 💕: I’m flying into Dallas on the 23rd for media Paige 💕: If the offer still stands maybe you could show me around the city?

You stare blankly at your phone. Then you blink once. Twice. You power off your phone, press your pillow to your face, and you scream.

You weren’t serious, but you think you’re being presented with the opportunity – and, well, who are you to look a gift horse in the mouth?

After you finally come back to your senses, you reach for your phone again, navigating back to your DMs with Paige. You only have to contemplate for a few seconds before your fingers are flying across the keyboard.

You: i’ve been known to be a thorough tour guide You: let me know what your schedule looks like and i’ll show you the pretty parts of dallas

Her response comes quicker than you were expecting.

Paige 💕: Looking forward to it 🫶 Paige 💕: Not sure how Dallas compares to you but I can be open minded

Admittedly, you have to reread her message twice to fully grasp the cheesy pick-up line, but you hate the way it makes your cheeks flush. You’re not sure how to respond to that.

You settle for screaming into your pillow again.

The week passes by quickly. You and Paige talk — a lot — truly enjoying getting to know each other during your rare moments of free time. Paige is busy with flights and appearances while your schedule is packed with practice and learning the audition choreography for the next season of DCC. 

Despite yourself, you can’t help but think how nice it is. There’s no expectations. You’re both athletes with a combined two hours of free time. For now, you’re just content to see where this goes. You enjoy her company, and honestly, you’re really into her. Paige flirts relentlessly, but you can tell there’s an undercurrent of respect and admiration that makes you feel like that feeling is mutual, too. 

She texts you a picture of the Dallas tarmac when she lands on the 23rd, a coy reminder that you did promise to show her around. Paige has media for a good portion of the day, though, so you know you won’t be seeing her for a while. You tune in for a little bit of her rookie press conference, and no, you weren’t cheesing while listening to her speak. But if you were, that wouldn’t be anyone’s business but your own.

You don’t hear from her for the next few hours, which doesn’t bother you. You do get a call from one of your squadmates, Lielle, asking if you’d be down to hit the club before the DCC season starts – and who were you to say no to that?

You settle for a light, natural makeup look, throwing on a blue, mesh, halter corset top that sparkles in the light and a pair of cropped, white denim shorts. They’re long enough to cover what they need to, but it’s the perfect club outfit – something with the right amount of tease and will make you feel confident enough to truly let loose.

Lielle picks you up along with a few other of your friends who tease you relentlessly for your actions on Twitters – it’s no use defending yourself, although they’re nearly howling in excitement when you point out that Paige is in your DMs, so you’re probably doing something right.

You and your girls enter the club with high spirits, the atmosphere already electric, and two of your squadmates break away to find a table while you and Lielle make your way to the bar to order shots and drinks for everyone. Lielle leans over the bar, already laying it on thick for the bartender, who grins politely like he’s seen just about every variation of whatever game Lielle is playing.

On the bright side, he does end up discounting your drinks on account of being a DCC fan, which makes you think Lielle never truly had a chance, anyways – but a cheaper drink is a cheaper drink, especially in Dallas. Lielle walks away with a wink and the drinks in her hands as you remain to order something for yourself. The bartender has just slid the drink your way when you feel the heat of someone’s body next to yours. At first, you’re alarmed, but you soften when you hear their voice, followed by finally looking at their face.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” In person, Paige Bueckers is so much taller than you’d anticipated, which is probably a really stupid thing to say for a professional basketball player. She’s tall, her cologne a heady scent of warm vanilla and something distinctly floral, and she rests her arm against the bar in a way that’s devastatingly casual and dangerously alluring. Paige is wearing a black and white striped Nike sweater, the very same she’d done media in, a look not befitting of the club but you can’t help but think about how perfectly her it is.

You crack a coy smile, taking a quick sip of your drink for some liquid courage, because Paige is staring at you like she knows exactly what she wants from you and your heart thrums because if she said the word, you’d be willing to give it to her. “What, is this place too scandalous for a cheerleader like me?” you joke, and the heat of her gaze travels down your body in one quick motion.

“Nah, nothing like that,” she assures you. “Just didn’t think that out of every club in this city, I’d be lucky enough to run into you my first night out.”

“Seems we’re both feeling a little lucky tonight, huh?” you say, and she laughs gently under her breath. Paige holds out a hand to you. In lieu of a shake, you settle for hugging her instead, which she relaxes into immediately, her hands resting respectfully at the small of your back. “It’s great to finally meet you in person,” you say genuinely, pulling away at the right moment. “You enjoying Dallas so far?”

Paige shrugs a little, a smile on her face and gratitude on her tongue when the bartender slides a drink her way, too. “Haven’t got the chance to see much,” she says honestly. “Was in media all day, then I stopped by Costco so my apartment looked a little less pathetic. Now I’m here. Something about rookie initiation, according to Rike, but I think she just wanted someone to buy her drinks.”

You laugh. “Look at you already taking care of people,” you comment, your grin widening at her playful expression. “You’re here with your team, then? Where are y’all sitting?”

Paige purses her lips, her eyes squinting as she peers through the dim lighting of the club. “I think over there?” she says, pointing at the VIP section towards the back. She’s closer to you now, her chin resting just above your head, and you follow her gaze. You can’t help your smile, something she picks up on immediately. “What’s funny?”

“I think your team’s already hitting it off with mine,” you say, easily spotting Lielle handing a shot to Arike and clapping when she downs it in one go. You don’t think Lielle is drunk yet, but she has a natural excitement and zest for life that makes her the easiest person in the world to befriend.

Paige huffs a little under her breath, amusement lacing the sound, and her hand finds your waist. “Must be meant to be,” she says to you. Despite yourself, you preen, your smile widening when her hand finds your skin. “After you.”

Paige walks almost protectively behind you, the crowd of club-goers parting instinctively for the both of you. When you make it back to the VIP section, both of your teams cheer – like they know something you don’t – which causes a blush to rise on your cheeks and a nearly smug expression to take over Paige’s.

Introductions are swift, if a little unnecessary. You’d run into many of the Wings players before, having made a genuine effort your first year as a professional cheerleader to show up to many of the Dallas sports games.

Before you know it, Arike has ordered more shots for the table, and Paige slides into the booth next to you with a dangerous glint in her eye and two shots of tequila in her hands. The table is lively, raucous, with Kelsey – one of your squadmates – going shot for shot with Aziaha James and Lielle and Arike instigating.

But here, now, in this little corner you and Paige have tucked yourselves into, you’re enjoying the intimacy of the moment far too much, feeling as though you’ve been afforded far more privacy than you actually have.

Paige presses one of the shots into your hands, a loose smile on her face. “To Dallas?” she asks you, raising her glass.

You tap yours against hers, a matching smile of your own as you agree, “To Dallas.” You down your shots in one go, the liquid warming your belly pleasantly. “And to Twitter,” you add a little jokingly, but your blush deepens when Paige smirks, raising a thumb to your lip to wipe away the excess tequila beading on your mouth.

She sucks her finger into her mouth, humming a little insufferably, and you’re burning for an entirely different reason now. Your gaze hones in on her hand, flicking between her lips and her eyes. And, sure, she was constantly flirting with you over text. You knew she was feeling you as much as you were feeling her – but to watch her behave so confidently in front of you, to unravel you like it was nothing… The confirmation makes you ache. It reminds you that you’re not the only one feeling the warm buzz between the two of you.

“You always that forward?” Paige asks you, referring to your tweet. “Or am I just lucky?” Her words are punctuated with a heated grin, one that makes you shift in your seat. You hope that she didn’t notice, but you see the way her eyes darken and how she leans in a little closer to you.

“Only when I’m tipsy, apparently,” you mutter. You glance up, taking in her expression, the curiosity and desire in her eyes. Your lips quirk into an amused smile. “But I don’t think I have to tell you about the effect you have on people.”

“Good thing I don’t really care about other people,” she says, her gaze dropping down again. You can’t tell if she’s looking at your lips or your chest, but it makes warmth bloom under your skin, anyways. Paige makes eye contact as easily as she drinks you in. It’s disorienting, unwavering. It’s almost like you can see exactly what she’s thinking by the way her pupils dilate. Her fingers brush against the inside of your wrist, setting each and every one of your nerve endings on fire. “But you? Didn’t know I was affecting you like that.”

“Oh, you’re not,” you laugh, which just makes her laugh, too, something dangerous flashing in her eyes. Dangerous because you know you’ve already given in. Any other attempt at saving face or trying to look a little less down bad is just meant to make you feel a little bit better – like she hadn’t already won you hook, line, and sinker the moment you promised to show her around Dallas. 

“Lying is a sin,” Paige murmurs.

“Lust, too,” you retort.

Paige’s subsequent grin is a little too wicked. “Touche,” she agrees, and you can’t help but lean into her touch when her hand splays over the expanse of your toned waist, her thumb brushing your skin like she’s trying to memorize every shift in your muscles. Her voice drops a few decibels, only loud enough for you to hear as she presses in closer to you. Your hair raises when her lips ghost across your temple, the shell of your ear. “You’re already burning for me, though. Probably soaked through these fucking shorts, aren’t you? So why pretend you ain’t?”

“Paige,” you whisper, your heart beating a little faster, pounding against your ribcage. Your hand finds hers, linking your fingers together, and you don’t stop her when she maps out every inch of skin not hidden by your top. If anything, you arch into it slightly, enjoying the heat of her palm against your belly. She grins like she knows, like she’s already called the Uber and is thinking about how she can ruin you in the car without alerting the driver.

“Jus’ say it, mama,” she murmurs, her breath hitting your ear. You should feel some type of way for how easily your body betrays your brain, pressing further into her without your permission. “Tell me what you want and we don’t gotta play these games in front of your girls.”

Your mouth opens, the words getting caught in your throat when Paige finally grips the meat of your thigh with her hand, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to claim.

But before you can give into the feeling of it all, the bubble of peace between the two of you is broken by Lielle exclaiming, “Who wants to do body shots?!”

Breathless, you glance up at Paige, who stares back at you with mischief. She squeezes your thigh gently, whispering, “Be good,” before tugging you to your feet and towards Lielle, who holds the salt, lime, and the bottle of tequila. You sigh a little, already feeling like you could combust.

Your combined teams cheer when Paige volunteers you. Her smile, which is borderline smug and nearly possessive, makes your skin burn, but her eyes betray the ease in her features. She scans her teammates like she’s waiting for one of them to think that they could take her place.

Kelsey clears space on the table while Lielle uncaps the bottle of alcohol. One of the other Dallas rookies – JJ, you think her name is, extends a hand to help you onto the table, but all it takes is one glaring look from Paige to make her raise her hands in surrender. Paige steps up, her gaze dark, and she grips your hips, raising you onto the table with a weightless ease. Her eyes never leave yours, watching you with rapt attention as you lean back, getting comfortable.

“You good?” she asks, her hand resting over your stomach, which rises and falls steadily under the heat of the moment. You nod quickly, needing her hands on her body more than you think you need air, and she allows herself a quiet smile as she reaches for a lime wedge. Gingerly, she holds it out to you. Your teeth part at her wordless command, clamping down on the lime, trying not to wince at the taste. Her fingers linger on your lips, pupils blown wide, and it makes warmth coil low in your belly when you realize just how reciprocated this feeling is.

She reaches for the salt next, uncapping it, too, and meets your eyes with one last unspoken question. You don’t hesitate before you nod, uncaring of where she lines up the salt. You are surprised when she leans down, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, wetting the skin there so the salt can stick. You hardly register the wolf whistles around you, far too focused on the satisfied, focused grin on Paige’s face as she sprinkles the salt on your skin.

Finally, Lielle hands over the bottle of tequila, and you try to steady your breathing as Paige pours a generous amount in your navel. A drop slips, trailing down and soaking into the fabric of your shorts. You swear you can hear Paige’s breath hitch, but the club is too loud for you to be certain.

Lielle is probably recording. There’s no way she isn’t – she’s the life of the party, and whenever you wake up tomorrow, you’re sure you’ll find the video of Paige doing a body shot off of you on her close friends. But right now, when Paige is staring at you like you’re the only person in the room, like she can’t wait to get you alone and ruin you? You can’t think about anything but the blonde athlete and how willing you are to let her unravel you.

With one last glance to check in on you, Paige leans over you, caging you in with her arms. Her head dips down, licking the salt off of your chest with a devastating slowness. You catch the edge of her grin as she trails her lips down your torso, settling at your belly and drinking the tequila directly off your stomach.

Her tongue probes for the last drop and she presses a farewell kiss to your skin that makes your breathing stutter. Then, finally, she makes her way back up to your lips, her skin a little flushed, and she parts her lips to take the lime wedge in between her teeth.

But Paige isn’t through with you. You watch with wide eyes as she punctures the flesh with her teeth. She takes the lime wedge in between her fingers and with her free hand, she cups your jaw, her thumb brushing against your lip. You adhere to the silent demand, your lips parting again, and she presses down on the bottom row of your teeth with her thumb, keeping you open as she squeezes the juice of the lime into your mouth.

You shudder, eyes slipping shut in a non-physical pleasure – Paige hasn’t even touched you yet, but you feel like you’re ready to fall apart. The lime juice makes your face contort from the sourness, but you hardly think about it when your eyes blink open once more to take in Paige’s lazy expression. She’s already gone – her smile wide, reverent, satisfied, proud, and she discards the lime peel.

Paige removes her finger from your mouth, closing your jaw for you, her features softening with pride as you swallow the juice dutifully. You barely hear her whisper, “Good,” before she helps you off of the table, steadying you when you sway a little unsteadily, and the both of you make every effort to ignore your friends.

They don’t focus on the two of you for too long – JJ is helping Kelsey onto the table to keep going, so you take advantage of their distraction and pull Paige down to your level by her collar. She grins insufferably, like she knows she’s teased you to the point of no return. Her smile widens when you demand, “Take me home. Or we’ll cause a scandal in the middle of this club.”

Her lips brush against yours. “Uber’s already here,” she informs you, her expression far too satisfied. If you were any less pussy drunk, you’d probably hate yourself for being too easy, but all you can think about is how her skin would feel against yours.

You let her pull you through the club. You let her hands linger on your hips when she helps you into the Uber. And without so much as a noise, you part your legs for her in the car, letting her fingers trace the inside of your thighs discreetly. Paige doesn’t give you what you need – you knew she wouldn’t.

You keep your reactions tempered, even when she leans in closer to you, her nose brushing against your ear as she whispers filth that the driver is none the wiser to. And when you make it to her apartment complex, you hardly hear the driver’s farewell before she guides you out of the car, through the apartment lobby, and into the elevator.

Paige’s grip on your hips is tight, like you’re not sure if she’s trying to keep you close or trying to restrain herself from defiling you in the elevator. Either way, you don’t mind. You press your hips to her front, grinning in satisfaction when her fingers tighten and her breath hitches, a groan building in her throat. The ding of the elevator breaks you both from your stupor and you follow her to her door, watching in amusement as she fumbles with the key in her haste.

“Do you remember my tweet?” you ask a little offhandedly, sliding your fingers under the hem of her sweatshirt. She curses under her breath when your fingers find her waist, splaying across her abdomen – it’s more for your pleasure than it is hers, feeling her muscles jump under your hold. Her eyes are a little wide and blown out when they meet yours.

“S’all I’ve thought about for weeks,” she confesses, finally getting the lock to turn. Her words give you pause as she throws open the door. Catching you by surprise, she picks you up, one arm looping under your ass, and your arms slide around her neck for stability as she shuts the door behind her, making sure to turn the lock back.

It’s all speed from there. Paige kicks her shoes off in the entryway, her hands gripping the back of your thighs as she blindly walks the both of you through the hallway towards the bedroom. You silently thank her coordination as an athlete, more so when she starts mouthing at your chest like it’s been the only thing keeping her going. Her tongue darts out, wet against your skin, and she hums against your breast as she tastes the residual salt from the shot and the sweat. Paige nips at your skin and holding onto her tighter with a wordless sigh is all you can do to keep it together.

Finally, she finds the bedroom door, throwing it open without a care in the world. Paige deposits you safely on bed and then almost falls over herself following – the dichotomy makes you ache, the way she’s so desperate to get her hands and mouth on you, but the evident care she makes sure to treat you with despite her need. You want her to turn you out in every single way she’s thought about since draft night, but the respect is touching.

The first press of her lips against yours makes you keen, arching into her exploring hands while yours cups her cheeks. You’ve thought about this for weeks, too, how it would feel to have her on top of you like this. She tastes like a tequila shot and something distinctly fruity from the cocktail she was sipping on. Combined with the lime juice on your breath, your kiss is intoxicating for several different reasons, and the heat coiling in your belly reminds you of how badly you want this.

She tugs your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it back and letting it snap back before her lips find every inch of your skin. The hinge of your jaw, the tender spot on your neck that makes you thread your fingers through her hair to pull the tie loose, the dip in your throat where your moan vibrates against her lips. Paige is ravenous. Like there’s a million different things she wants to do to you before the sun comes up. You’d let her.

“Thought about this forever,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse and wrecked. Your breath stutters, back arching to help her untie your halter top and letting her pull it off you. She goes almost painfully silent when she takes in your breasts fully, your pebbled nipples. “Fuck.” Her curse sounds like a filthy prayer, one that you’d give up almost everything to respond to. One of her large hands splay over your breast while her mouth finds the other one, alternating between kneading and sucking and here – you’re sure you could fall apart completely, your hips jumping up for contact.

“You don’t know what that stupid comment did to me,” she continues, almost to herself, but she knows you’re listening. She feeds off of the way your breath hitches as she pulls back long enough to rip her sweatshirt and sports bra off in two quick motions, the chains around her neck tangling briefly before they trail cold caresses across your stomach when she leans back down to take your skin in her mouth. Your jaw falls open in pleasure, gripping onto her, the sheets, anything to stay rooted.

“Looked at your page, and those–” Her fingers find the waistband of your shorts, popping the button and pulling the denim off while she rambles. She falters when she takes in the white lace covering your body, a low, wrecked groan spilling from her lips at the sight of the wet patch at the apex of your thighs. Paige brushes her fingers against you, relishing in the way your hips jump and your whispered plea.

“Those stunts you do,” she continues finally. “That fucking uniform is sinful, you know that? Got myself off thinking about you, how good you’d be. You offered yourself up and all I could think about at the presser was how many different ways I could get you to come for me. I wonder if I could do it without my hands.”

You’re not coherent enough to tell her she could probably do it with words alone, but you reach for her and pull her back to your lips, kissing her hungrily, like you’re on death row and she’s your only chance of salvation.

Your hands explore while her kiss disorients you. Finding the waistband of her pants, you reach for the belt, undoing it. Paige helps you pull her pants off, leaving her in a dark pair of boxers. Her skin is impossibly warm against your palms as you press your fingers into the small of her back, undoubtedly leaving marks.

She pulls back to trail her lips down your body, sucking marks everywhere, her hands holding you like she’s afraid you’d float away if she didn’t keep you rooted.

Paige doesn’t make any effort to strip you out of your damp underwear – if anything, she stares at it like she’s more proud of it than getting drafted first overall, and she presses her lips to the skin just above your waistband until it blooms red and purple. She soothes it with a kiss, her expression far too smug and satisfied.

“You’re soaked,” Paige murmurs, pressing her thumb to your cunt again, her grin widening when you moan, your hands shooting down to grip her hair. She makes eye contact with you and sucks her thumb into her mouth, eyes slipping shut as she tastes you. You can’t help the curse that tumbles from your lips. “That ‘open legs’ offer must have been a cry for help, huh?” she teases, but her voice is rough, like the very taste of you is a drug and she’s addicted. “Nobody else doin’ it for you?”

“No,” you admit, cheeks burning under the weight of your confession. The truth is you’d stopped looking after a while, but now, with Paige tucked between your legs and staring at you like you’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen, you briefly consider the fact that she’s going to ruin you for anyone else. For yourself.

She grins again. “Shame,” she murmurs, her lips trailing down to the inside of your thighs, where she presses gentle kisses. “Someone got to you before me and they couldn’t even make it worthwhile.”

She nips at your skin, the pain blooming into pleasure instantly. Your breathing comes to you a little faster the closer she moves to your aching cunt, but she soothes you with a hand to your belly. “I got you, mama. Gonna be the best you’ve ever had. Swear.”

You don’t doubt it, your head already swimming, and she presses one last kiss to your clit through the damp material of your underwear. It makes you jolt, but she steadies your hip with her hand as she pulls the lace to the side slowly. You can’t help but gaze down at Paige, locked in on the way her eyes glaze over with desire when your cunt is finally revealed to her.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this wet in your life. Maybe it’s been a fire that has been slowly burning ever since she initially hinted at flying out and taking you up on your offer. Now, all you can focus on is the way her hands grip your strong thighs, holding you open as she dives in to lick a long, slow stripe up the length of your slit.

You both moan in tandem – yours of pleasure and hers in awe. You’re dripping onto her comforter, hardly able to feel much remorse about it, but something tells you that Paige is really fucking into the fact that she has you so pliant beneath her.

Her tongue is exploratory, drinking in every drop of your arousal, her brows pinched together as she focuses on building you up. Her nose brushes against your clit while her tongue finds the source, licking you clean like she’s stranded in a desert and you’re the only thing that could satiate her thirst.

She’s wild, her tongue everywhere all at once, muttering messily into your cunt about how you “taste so fucking good,” but you’re sure you fall apart completely when her lips close around your clit and she sucks.

Your brain is mush. You’re not sure if you want to keep your eyes on her or let your head fall back into her pillows, unable to process the pleasure fully.

Paige makes the decision for you when your eyes slip shut and she nips at your clit gently – not enough to hurt (even though it sends a surge of pleasure up your spine, anyhow), but enough to get your attention.

The message is clear – she wants your attention. Thinking about how she’s probably getting off from you watching her makes the heat coil in your stomach, ready to snap at any given moment.

You tangle your fingers in her messy hair, pressing her deeper into you, head tipping back in pleasure when she doubles down on her motions. Paige is ravenous, tongue circling your clit, never once stopping or slowing.

Not until your thighs are shaking from pleasure. Not until the tears bead at your waterline. Not until she encloses her lips around your clit again, her cheeks hollowing from the pressure, and releasing you to drag the arousal from your entrance to your clit, coating it completely.

You’re wholly unprepared for the first press of her fingers against your entrance. Paige doesn’t push in – not yet. She drags her fingers through your folds, soaking them, listening and looking for your reaction as she probes deeper.

The first finger sinks in until it reaches her knuckle, punching a breathless moan out of you, and she curls her finger as she pulls out. She’s a quick study – learning what you like and how much pressure she needs to unravel you completely. But she’s slow, not adding in another finger. You get the message instantly when her eyes find you, her gaze dark and imploring.

Not above begging, your voice is hoarse, rough from your moans, your lips split-slick and bitten. “Please, Paige, keep going,” you request, clenching around the single finger in you. “More, please, fuck–” The words get caught in your throat when she smiles against you, taking your clit in her mouth again just as she slides in a second finger. Too far gone, you can’t help the repeated, delirious ramble of “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” or the choked out, “So fucking good.”

The more vocal you get, the more she gives you. Her lips and her tongue speed up, flicking against your clit with a devastating intensity. Paige’s finger’s scissor inside you more firmly, sliding in deeper with every thrust, particularly timed with her mouth. It’s a Pavlonian response. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can’t find it in yourself to be too embarrassed by how loud you are.

You chant her name, breathless little sounds that sound more like pleas than sentences. The grip on her hair must be painful but she never slows. She’s fucking you closer and closer to the peak, and when it finally arrives, warning her is all you can do.

She’s heedless, her pace somehow intensifying even more, and you come with a sob that’s a mix of her name and a string of curses as the pleasure washes over you.

Paige doesn’t stop, drinking in every drop of you like she’s parched, her fingers slowing as they work you gently through the shockwaves. You’re breathless, stuttering through the euphoria, gratitude lacing your words.

When she pulls away, the bottom half of her face is slick with your arousal, her tongue darting out to catch the edges of her lips, but it’s like drops of water in a bucket. For all intents and purposes, she’d been drowned, but her grin tells you she would have been more than happy to go out that way.

Boneless and limp in bed, she trails her lips up your body until she finds your lips, kissing you deeply and allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue. The taste is heady, something you’d probably attribute to the taste of her, too, and you can’t help but moan against her lips, your body burning under the touch again.

“Don’t think I’m letting you tap out so soon,” she murmurs, squeezing your waist and peering down at you. “We haven’t even started.”

“Greedy,” you say teasingly.

Her subsequent grin is sharp, nipping your lip gently. “And proud,” she states, already leaning over and digging through the drawer of her nightstand. When her hand comes back into view, she’s holding a strap and the harness.

The sight of it makes your brows raise – it’s modest in size, but it’s still bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, both in length and girth. “What?” she asks, a smirk appearing on her lips as she fastens the harness around her hips.

“It’s big,” you point out obviously, but the heat is already licking at your skin again as you stare at it longingly.

“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” she retorts. The strap hanging from her hips makes your mouth water, and you suppose this is what you wanted anyway – for Paige to ruin you. She glances at you curiously, able to read how your hesitation washes away. You’re safe with her. She wouldn’t hurt you. That thought alone makes you a little more hungry for it. “Trust me, you ain’t gotta worry.” She drags her fingers through your folds again, raising it to the lamplight and showing you how they shine. It makes you blush, but her smirk is a little insufferable. “But, I mean…if you wanna try something smaller–”

“No,” you disagree a little too quickly. She raises a challenging brow, one that infuriates you. She’d been mean all night – teasing you and working you up. And, sure, she delivered, but you think that she deserves to be knocked down a peg or two.

You wrap your legs around her waist, and in a quick motion, you flip the both of you over, straddling her waist with your hands on her chest. She’s a little breathless, eyes wide and pupils dilated, yet you can spot the impressed look in her gaze. “You don’t think I can handle it?”

“Didn’t say that,” she says, her eyes drinking you in, the fucked out look on your face and she bruises covering your skin. Her hands find your waist, pulling you onto her fully – onto the strap – and she guides you into a slow grind, taking back the control seamlessly as you gasp. Paige grunts, too, the strap pressing back into her clit, and the fact that she’s feeling as good as you are makes you tremble with want.

“You insinuated it,” you argue, a little miffed.

She grins like your indignance is cute. “Just tryna be in you, mama,” she says, tugging you down a little harder, and it punches a moan out of you. “You gonna let me do that or are we gonna sit here and argue all night?”

You narrow your eyes at her, but you don’t say much else, and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth as she gazes down at where your centers connect. “That’s what I thought.” Her words are mostly said to herself.

She grips the waistband of your underwear and pulls them down your legs – you adjust to help her pull them off, and she throws them to the side.

Now that you’re completely bare, she pulls you down onto the strap again, your arousal coating the silicone. The unrestricted contact makes you shiver and you loop your arms around her neck for stability while one of hers finds your waist again.

With her free hand, she reaches for the base of the strap, guiding it to your entrance and holding you steady – the tip of the strap brushes against you, but she doesn’t allow you to move.

Her eyes are zeroed in on where you’re clenching around nothing, your arousal leaking out of you. Then, finally, she pulls you down slowly, controlling each and every small movement. Your breath hitches when the head breaches inside, pressing into you, and Paige kisses all over your chest to soothe you.

“Good, that’s it,” she murmurs, lips encircling a nipple as she pulls you a little further down. The stretch is delicious, splitting you open, her hands mapping out your skin. She grips the flesh of your ass in one large hand, the other reaching around to rub featherlight circles on your clit to distract you.

The sensations are overwhelming in the best way possible. Her mouth drags wet kisses across your body while she listens for your reaction. Paige lowers you further down, drawing a drawn out moan from you, and you feel her grin against your breast as you tighten your grip around her neck, pulling her tighter against you.

“Perfect girl. Taking me so well,” she coos. Her body is impossibly warm against you and you can feel yourself relaxing into it, wanting to sink down completely, but she doesn’t let you. “Want you to feel good, baby. Don’t rush it.”

Still holding onto your annoyance from earlier, you can’t help your slight eye roll as you nip at her neck, sucking a matching hickey into her skin. She hisses, letting you fall another inch before gripping your hips tightly. “Would feel good if you just fucked me,” you state, staring at her with an expression that’s borderline pathetic. “What’d you say earlier? Just tryna be in you?”

“Think you have a patience problem,” she muses. “I’d heard so much about this southern hospitality bullshit growing up in the north, but it seems like you got a manners problem, too. I gotta teach you how to say please and thank you?”

You barely resist a sigh. Instead, you let your lips pucker out in a pout, the motion drawing Paige’s attention immediately. You press closer to her, your breasts dragging against her chest, and she sighs from the feeling. “Please, Paigey?” you beg in a near whimper, taking the hitch in her breathing as a sign that you’re doing something right. “Just want you to fuck me. Been good for you all night, haven’t I? And I promised to welcome you to Dallas. Let me make you feel good.”

Her eyes narrow slightly, but the way her throat bobs tells you she’s minutes away from flipping you over and making you forget your name. “You’re dangerous,” she whispers.

“I’m yours,” you respond, and that’s enough for her. Paige drags you down the last few inches, bottoming out. You moan into her neck, the hand at the small of your back pressing you into her. You’re sure that you’re soaking her lap, but judging by the way her hips rut up into yours, she likes knowing how fucked she has you.

Her hands settle at the bottom of your ass, pulling you up as she mouths at your chest, her tongue darting out to taste your skin. You sink down on the strap again. The sound is obscene, drawing a gasp from you, and you repeat the motion.

Up, then down. Up, then down, beginning to set the pace for yourself, but making sure you grind at the bottom of your strokes to make sure that Paige is getting off too. Her eyes are hooded, darting from your face, to your chest, to the apex of your thighs where you’re soaking the strap.

“Fuck,” she groans, her voice rough, and it sends white hot desire up your spine. She speeds up your motions, the veins on her hand protruding from the effort of keeping you upright, her jaw unhinging in awe as she stares at you. 

You allow yourself a small smirk, your right hand tilting her head back, revealing the expanse of her throat as you grind down onto her. With your ears so close to her mouth, you can hear every stutter in her breath, every jilted moan she tries to hold back, the hiss of pleasure when you bite down, sucking dark marks into her skin. 

When her motions start becoming desperate, her hips bucking up into yours in time with every drag down like she’s trying to chase her high, you reach down for her hands, tangling your fingers together and pressing them into the pillows over her head. 

“Really?” you murmur, your lips ghosting the dip in her throat. “You’re this close just from helping me get off?”

She laughs a little, something that sounds like a sob mixed with a whine, and her jaw falls slack in a low groan when your lips attach to the sensitive spot below her ear. “Can’t help it,” Paige manages. Her lips are slick, bitten raw, so you kiss her deeply, swallowing the sound she makes when you grind down especially hard. “Think you like it, though.”

“Mmm,” you hum. You speed up your motions, feeling your thighs and your stomach burn with the effort, but also feeling yourself teeter on the edge of crashing down completely. Your thrusts draw out another moan from Paige, one that makes you grin – because she’d tried so hard to keep herself together, to pretend she was here to fuck you and not the other way around. “Think I just like you.”

That makes a lazy smile appear on her face. Paige pulls one of her hands out of your grip, inching towards your throat and tangling in the necklace there. “Yeah?” she goads, her tone a little insufferable. “Didn’t – fuck – didn’t think I affected you.”

You’re still rutting against her, sweat beading on your temples as you argue, “You don’t.”

But that just makes her grin turn a little more smug. She releases your necklace, her fingers pressing lightly into the sides of your throat, squeezing once in warning. It makes your hips stutter, your breath catching. “Keep lyin’, mama,” she mutters, something dark in her eyes as her fingers trail down your body. One tweaks a nipple, kneading a breast as you gasp. Then, she goes lower still, bracing her large hand over you while her thumb finds your clit, rubbing messy circles through the slick there.

You lose your rhythm again, whimpering, but you keep going despite the exhaustion. It’s less about your pleasure now. You need to get Paige off, to tear down that ego of hers, to silence her for once. Even as you stare down at her, your eyes a little hooded, you realize she enjoys receiving as much as she enjoys giving, and there’s truly no winning with her – she’s getting off either way. 

“Actin’ like I don’t know you already,” she continues, her thumb as ruinous as her hips – as ruinous as her words. “What you like. What you need.” You could fall apart like this – her words picking you apart piece by piece, her thumb reminding you that she has you right where you want her. Paige gazes up at you, her pupils blown wide, but you can make out the challenge in the blue of her eyes – she’s daring you to get smart again.

But you’re just as competitive as she is. Without faltering in your movements, you lean slightly, reaching for the cowboy hat perched on her nightstand. It has Paige stitched on the bill. Her jaw falls slack again as she watches you slide it over your head.

“You talk too much,” you retort, and then you’re doubling down again. You can tell the image of you wearing Paige’s hat is doing something to her – the way it bounces in time with your thrusts, combined with the wrecked sounds leaving your lips, the slick sound of the strap deep inside you, the fact that Paige wants you so bad it makes her stupid. 

It doesn’t take much longer after that. You and Paige were already pent up. Her thumb quickens on your clit, her free hand gripping your hips tight enough to leave a bruise as she drags you up and down relentlessly, her own hips meeting yours. You can tell she’s getting close when her breathing turns ragged and her face burns red. You’re right there with her, digging your nails into her shoulders for stability as you push yourself to your high.

Part of you expects Paige to open her mouth again, to say something slick that would leave you trembling, but you don’t give her the chance to. You pull her face to yours, silencing your cries with her lips. You shiver when she bites down on your bottom lip harshly, soothing the sting with her tongue. “‘M close,” you manage breathlessly, holding onto her tightly – feeling as though your orgasm would wreck you completely. 

“I know,” she murmurs, her voice choked. “Let go, mama, I’m right here.”

So you do, the pleasure washing over you completely as you cry out, sagging onto her body bonelessly, the cowboy hat falling off to the side of the bed. Paige drags you against the strap, riding out the high, her jaw slack in wordless pleasure while her body burns. She doesn’t still until you push her hands off of you, the overstimulation buzzing under your skin.

Your thighs are still trembling, your breathing uneven. You hardly have the energy to slide off of the strap, so you settle for holding onto Paige, tucking your head into the crook of her neck where sweat glistens and the lingering scent of her cologne remains. You shift, feeling the soaked comforter beneath both of you. It’s enough to make you groan.

But then Paige is shifting, too, the strap brushing against a spot inside you that punches a moan out of you. You don’t have to look up to know she’s smirking. “Chill,” you admonish, your body still sizzling. You don’t know how she still has the energy and the stamina to go after she just turned you inside out, but she moves her hips again, on purpose this time, and the heat coiling in your belly returns tenfold. “You’re insatiable.”

“Look who’s in my bed,” she says as if it explains everything. You just shake your head, amused by her. Paige’s fingers trail down your sides, brushing against your skin while she presses featherlight kisses to your temple, your cheeks, the hinge of your jaw. “Know you’ve got one more for me, don’t you?”

You can’t find the words, but you don’t need to. You grab onto her chain – mostly to hold her in place, and you kiss her – deep, lingering, soft despite the moment prior. She grins against you, sliding the strap out as she maneuvers you. The emptiness makes you sigh, but the shift doesn’t take long. She angles you until you can see your bodies in the mirror across her room, your breath catching at the insinuation.

You watch through the mirror as she reaches for the cowboy hat again, settling it over her messy curls. Her smile is determined – like she’s not quite satisfied, not content with the two orgasms she’d pulled from you; ravenous like she can’t wait to have you again. It shouldn’t turn you on like it does, but the flame is licking at you once more and you can’t help but succumb to the fire.

She wraps her right arm around your waist, pulling you up to a kneeling position while she settles in behind you. The strap brushes against you. The sensitivity makes you jolt, but Paige soothes you with a hushed murmur, her hand pressing against your stomach and keeping you tethered. “Want you to watch,” she whispers in your ear. Her right hand abandons your waist to hold you by the jaw, gently tilting your head up until you make eye contact through the mirror.

You’re rendered breathless by the sight – Paige’s body eclipsing yours, the hickeys adorning your skin, the slick between your thighs that shines from the lamplight. Paige isn’t much better, either. Her hair is a mess, the hat on her head skewed to the side, her neck littered with your teeth marks, skin shining from exertion. For stability, you hold onto the arm that’s wrapped tightly around you, pushing back against the strap.

“Can you do that for me?” she asks, pushing her hips forward, dragging through your folds. You nod quickly, letting out a soft whine when the tip of the strap catches your sensitive clit. “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop.”

“I will, Paige, promise – just…please–”

She hushes you again, kissing your neck. “I got you, baby. Relax for me, okay? Gonna give it to you. Just need you to be good for me.” You nod again, melting into her body, and with the hand not holding you upright, she guides the strap to your entrance. You moan softly as she slides inside with little resistance, bottoming out as she murmurs, “That’s it, perfect girl. You take me so well.”

You can’t muster the words to respond to that, so you lean your head on hers when she drags the strap out, then pushes back in with a devastating slowness that you feel throughout your entire body. Your body is still buzzing with oversensitivity, but the slowness of her thrusts helps to ground you.

She glances up to the mirror to ensure you’re still looking at her – which you are, enraptured and unable to look away – before she trails her lips down your neck, pressing gentle, wet kisses to your overheated skin.

She’s softer now. Soft in a way that makes you clench around the strap breathlessly, tilting your head to give her more access to your neck. She recognizes that it won’t take much to build you up again, more focused on making sure you enjoy every second – every motion, every push and pull of the strap. Paige plants a kiss on every hickey she’d left on your body, her actions borderline reverent in a way that makes you want to come for her again and again and again.

With one arm still wrapped around your chest, holding onto your jaw, the other wraps around your hips, holding you by the stomach.

Unable to look away, you tighten your grip on her arms, trying not to fall apart too soon. Your stomach coils, already close, but Paige moves slowly, her thrusts hitting deep, and you’re all too content to float along the current of pleasure. Her lips still ghost across your body, licking the salt off of your skin, pressing gentle apologies to the dark spots on your neck.

“You want more, mama?” she murmurs in your ear, a gentle check in despite the question. You hardly have to think about it before you nod. With the hand braced over hers, you drag her left hand down, her fingers finding your clit with ease.

She doesn’t apply much pressure, just enough for you to feel it without overpowering the sensations. You don’t let go either, guiding her motions, moving it further down to gather more of your slick before bringing it back up to circle your clit.

The slide makes it impossibly sweeter – she tightens her circles, pushing deeper inside you with the strap, the tip brushing against the spongy spot inside of you that makes you keen.

Paige doesn’t slow. She doesn’t speed up. She keeps her pace deliciously consistent, the strap dragging in and out of you deliberately, her fingers working you up in tandem.

Her free hand keeps your gaze locked on the mirror, watching her as she kisses your neck, the shell of your ear, listening to her breath heavily as if she’s feeling everything you are, too. That thought alone makes your hips stutter, pressing back into her.

She soothes you with gentle whispers. “So good for me, baby,” she’d say, or she’d time the circling of your clit with a deeper thrust, murmuring, “You feel me? Want you to feel good.” And the stupid hat makes you unravel a little bit more – it hangs off of her head loosely, threatening to fall at any moment, but all you can think about is how you rode her wearing her hat, how she claimed you in the club and how she made you fall apart wearing something with her name on it. You’re hers now, and honestly, you don’t hate that idea.

It doesn’t take much longer before your eyes are slipping shut, confessing, “Close, P,” in a hoarse voice. The sensations are overwhelming – her hot skin pressed against yours, the strap sliding through you and hitting spots you’d never knew existed, the maddening feeling of her thumb against your clit, her breathing against your ear, the pounding of her heartbeat against your back revealing just how close she is to falling apart, too.

“Okay, baby,” she whispers, her motions never slowing, kissing your neck again. But she presses her fingers a little more firmly to your clit, her free hand tapping against your cheek to gather your attention.

Your eyes blink open, finding the mirror again, the ruined look on her face. She looks desperate – not to get off, but desperate to watch you get off. “Want you to watch yourself.” Her voice is a little broken, almost begging, and it makes your breath catch in your throat. “You look so pretty when you come for me, you know that? Wanna watch you do it over and over and over again.”

“Paige,” you gasp, the sound coming out like a half-sob, half-whine, the pleasure building and the heat coiling.

But she hardly hears you, her eyes glazed over and pussy drunk. Her jaw hangs slack like she’s the one being fucked, her breathing uneven and heavy. “You feel so good,” she rambles. “Like you were made just for me. Can’t get enough of you. Please, mama, wanna see you fall apart for me. You’re so good, so fucking perfect–”

The coil snaps, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, electricity down your spine, and all you can do is sag back into her one final time, moans tumbling from your lips while she works you through the aftershocks.

Her hips and her fingers slow, murmuring incoherent sentences into your ear, her words dripping in both gratitude and a satiated desire like watching you get off finally quenched a thirst she’s been harboring for years.

You don’t have to say anything, either – it’s like she knows your body by heart now. Gingerly, she slips the strap out of your soaked cunt and detaches her fingers from your sensitive clit. As much as you’d love to feel her skin against yours, her hips dragging against yours, you can barely keep your eyes open. The final aftershocks dissipate, your thighs calming, the pleasurable fog in your brain clearing.

“You still with me?” she asks softly, smoothing the hair at the crown of your head with her clean hand.

At that, all you can do is muster a laugh, your eyes opening blearily. “Yeah,” you say, “no thanks to you, though.”

“Hmm,” she scoffs, amusement in her eyes. “Coulda sworn this was exactly what you wanted. You know, open legs and all.”

“Alright,” you deadpan, attempting to roll on your side, but you can’t summon the strength. You settle for some weird half angle that’s hardly worth the drama of the moment. “Goodnight!”

“No way,” Paige laughs. “C’mon. I need you awake. Lemme run you a bath and change these sheets so you can rest, okay? You good with that?”

You meet her eyes again, your smile softening at the gentle earnestness on her face. If she hadn’t already ruined you before, you’re sure you are now. But there’s something in her eyes that promises this might not be a one night thing after all. “Yeah,” you whisper, drawing her closer to plant a chaste, affectionate kiss to her lips. You feel her grin. “You’re gonna have to carry me, though.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” she assures you, crawling off the bed and unbuckling the harness on her hips. She throws it haphazardly into the adjacent bathroom and you try not to laugh when something clatters to the floor. Paige picks you up with ease, one arm looping under your knees and the other wrapping around your back. She sets you on the edge of the tub as she heats up the water, helping you into it gingerly and tossing in a eucalyptus bath bomb for your aches. Before she leaves to swap the sheets, she plants a soft kiss onto your forehead.

You soak for a few moments until she returns, offering you a small smile before she slips in behind you. Her body is almost as warm as the water and twice as soft. She massages the shampoo and conditioner into your hair and jokingly points out her assault on your neck with a mixture of pride and concern. You tell her she’ll have to buy your concealer in bulk but when she murmurs, “As long as I get to see you again,” you find that you don’t really care about the marks on your neck as long as you get to keep this annoyingly charming, devastatingly beautiful athlete in your life.

Paige helps you out of the tub, your eyes drooping once more, dressing you in a pair of her boxers and an oversized t-shirt from her college days. She guides you back to bed gingerly, the sheets fresh and clean, and you have your head on her chest before she’s even got her head on the pillow. She grins because it doesn’t bother her at all. You smile because her heart’s pounding and you think you know why it is.

Just before you fall into a blissful, exhausted sleep, Paige’s voice cuts through the fog once more. “About that offer,” she whispers, tapping on the leg you have slung across hers. “Does it expire?”

She jokes, but you can hear the truth of her question beyond it. She’s not referring to your legs. Not literally.

Your smile is tired, but it’s no less affectionate. “For you?” you echo, drowsiness lacing your tone. “No. It’s renewable.”

“How long?”

You’re quiet for a beat, just enough to consider your words.

Is this something you want? Relationships can be hard. Tricky. But something about Paige tells you she’s in for the ride. That you can trust her – with you and your heart.

So you press a kiss to the hinge of her jaw, feeling her cheeks stretch with a smile, and you make her a promise:

“As long as you want.”

RAHHHHHHH

AFTER THE STORM

camp counselor!Paige x camp counselor!reader In which reader is forced to spend a summer bunking up with Paige Bueckers, very quickly realising how annoyingly charming she seemed to be, having everyone else wrapped around her finger. But as time goes on, Paige seems to grow on the reader - all culminating in a shared night in a cozy tent and forced proximity.

Warnings: smut (oral & fingering, outdoors), language, enemies to lovers, plot Wordcount: 8.2K A/C: enjoy this while i work on the next parts of So It Goes :) have a good summer everyone!

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The very first moment you met Paige Bueckers you knew you didn’t like her. You didn’t like much of anything about this situation you’d been forced in. Summer spent amongst pine trees and mosquitoes, looking after preteens was a far call from the hopes of parties and yachts. The three rowboats on the lake could not make up for that. But for the sake of your scholarship for college, you were willing to sacrifice a lot. Even your entire summer.

You’ll give it to her, she was disarming - that lopsided grin and those sparkling blue eyes. She had everyone wrapped around your finger, making the group of college kids easily laugh with her sarcastic comments as the supervisor was offering a safety briefing to all the counselors on the night before what would be a long month.

“Kids aren’t allowed any sharp objects in their cabins-”

“Oh, shoot, there goes my plan with these knives I brought with me,” Paige groans jokingly and begins to dig through her backpack. A chorus of laughter and chuckling fills the room, making the blonde girl smile to herself arrogantly. Like she was expecting it. You didn’t like that. She tried too hard for your liking

What you liked less was when you found that you would be sharing a room for the next four weeks with her. 

“And you two will be staying in this one,” the supervisor unlocks an oak door into a wooden cabin divided into multiple rooms. You stand behind Paige, who’s already peeking inside, heaving her bags onto the table.

As you struggle up the front steps with the overpacked suitcase, the blonde is quick to hurry to you, wordlessly snatching the bag from your hands and carrying it up. The muscles of her arms and back are carved in the moonlight as you follow annoyed. You could’ve easily gotten them up the stairs yourself. Besides, she could’ve asked. Could’ve introduced herself. But she seemed to have introduced herself to everyone but you.

“You know I coulda got that,” you say as the wind slams the door shut behind you. It might’ve been summer but not quite as warm as you hoped for. Although, maybe it was a blessing. This cabin did not seem to have AC.

“Sure princess,” Paige mumbles, the unwelcomed nickname only egging you on further. Who does she think she is?

You follow with your arms crossed as Paige looks around the small, dim room, checking every nook and drawer. It smells like pine and summer, but also a hint of a cologne that must be coming from the girl. She seems to be looking everywhere but at you, blue eyes scanning around. There’s a gnawing in your stomach, a twist. You wish she would at least look at you. I mean it’s the polite thing to do.

“Top or bottom?”

Your brows raise in shock as you take in her words. “Huh?”

She lets out a dry laugh that reminds you of the boys at frat parties, heaving her back onto the top bunk. She seemed to have decided for herself. Ignoring her, you grab some pajamas from your bag and hurry into the bathroom. It was time to wash the day off and prepare for the early morning tomorrow, for when the kids would arrive. 

But as you open the bathroom door, your toiletry bag crashes to the floor with a loud slam. There’s a spider, roaming all over the sink, easily the size of your fist.

“You okay?” Paige is quick to get up and peek from behind your shoulder to find what’s got you so distressed. Turning around, you bury your face into your hands to try and shake the image out of your head. You hated spiders.

“Spider,” is all you can muster up, walking out of the bathroom. The blonde lets out a chuckle, watching you closely.

“Dude, it’s just a bug,” she laughs. You notice she’s taken off her shirt, now in only a pair of basketball shorts and a sports bra. To your surprise her arms seem to be big and strong, shoulders much wider than you expected. Realising your staring, your eyes flutter away as your cheeks turn red.

“Why is there a spider in the bathroom?” You groan.

Paige chuckles. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. This ain’t the last spider you’re gonna see.”

With a chill you let out a heavy sigh, your head spinning. The blonde looks at you, grabs a magazine and a cup and returns to the bathroom. “I got it,” she mumbles, small squeals coming out of her mouth as she takes the spider outside.

You hated it. She just called you a princess not more than 15 minutes ago and already you were proving her right. It’s true that you were more of a city girl, but this annoying stranger you were forced to spend your summer with didn’t have to know that.

“All done princess,” she grins as she enters the cabin, closing the door behind her. You want to tell her to stop calling you that, but somehow you knew it would only encourage her.

Rolling your eyes, you pull out your phone and curl into bed. No Wifi. Great. Curling to your side, you bury your face into the flat pillow. This would be a long month.

Little did you know it only got worse.  

Within the first week you were enlightened to the fact that you were more of a city girl than you ever realised. Paige, to your demise, seemed to have picked up on this very faster than you. The blonde seemed to find every moment to point this out - not with words necessarily but with that smug grin and always offering her help when she saw you struggling. You knew it wasn’t out of kindness. She liked how humiliated you felt. How your ears turned burning red at the nicknames, and how you huffed when she asked that God forbidden question.

“You need some help, princess?” 

You’re standing in the middle of what the others called a “path” in the woods, winding in two different directions. One leading to the lake, the other to the cabins. The tall trees surrounded you, every rock looked the same. Truthfully, you had no idea which direction to take and the sleep deprivation wasn’t helping.

Turns out the woods were loud, even at night. The birds woke up inhumanely early and of course, Paige snored. Not loudly, but enough to keep you up. On top of everything, you had a surprise intervention at 3am the previous night with a group of girls who had decided to sneak out and go for a night swim. All you wanted was to get to your cabin and go to sleep on your thin, uncomfortable bed.

“Are you following me?” You huff frustratedly, watching Paige swat her leg at a mosquito. She lets out a hearty laugh, walking past you without answering.

“Hello? I’m talking to you,” you repeat, crossing your arms over your chest. She turns around to face you. that oh so familiar grin on her face that said she’s got you right where she wanted - frustrated.

“I heard,” she answers, raising her brows. “You look lost.”

“I’m not.” A complete lie. 

“Suit yourself,” she grins, pulling up her hood and striding towards the path curving right.

“Where are you going?” You ask, thinking of any sneaky way you could figure out which was the right path to the cabins. 

“To the lake,” Paige shrugs. “Kids wanna go rowing so I’ma take them.”

“After last night?” You exclaim. Another problem you had ran into - you and Paige had entirely different counseling styles, forcing you to be the fussy, strict one allowing her to be the fun one. All the kids adored her, basically ran after like puppies to get to spend time with her. Much like the other counselors. You weren’t buying the act though.

“Whatchu mean?”

You roll your eyes. “They sneaked out and you’re rewarding them?”

“Oh trust, there was nothing rewarding about that speech you gave em,” she groans.

“Paige!” You complain, “seriously?”

”Oh come on,” she grins, nodding her head towards the direction of the lake. ”Come with us.”

”No thank you,” you groan without even considering, and turn to the path on the left hoping it’ll take you to the cabins.

”Fine, go mope around like you have all week,” Paige yells after you, Frustrated, you stomp all the way to the door of your shared room, fuming. She’s so infuriating. Worst of all, she is so damn charming she had everybody wrapped around her fingers. 

You slam the door behind yourself, throwing yourself onto the bed, hitting your toe on the frame. Groaning out loud, a sharp pain shoots through your body only angering you more. Every little word she said made you livid. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her hoarse voice, that laugh, those blue eyes. Paige Bueckers made you furious.

But you couldn’t let her win. No way. She doesn’t get to. How dare she suggest you’ve been moping around? Changing into a bikini and throwing a pair of denim shorts and a sweater on you hurry out. That’ll show her.

Before thinking it through, you’re jogging through the woods towards the lake (or at least you hoped so). The smell of the water hit you first, and you knew you were close when you heard Paige making the group of kids laugh on the shore, helping them push two row boats into the water.

”Don’t forget your life vests,” you remind the group as you emerge from the woods, swatting mosquitoes off your arms. ”And I brought bug spray.”

To your shock Paige’s eyes widen, and then sparkle excitedly in the late afternoon sun, still warm on your skin.

”Yeah, she’s right. Go get the vests y’all,” Paige smiles, pointing the kids to the sheds. She’s left standing in the shallow water, holding onto the rowboats.

”You came,” she says with a tone of surprise.

You walk by her, shoulder touching hers as you do. An immediate spark, felt by you both according to the way your eyes meet for just a moment.

”I’m not moping,” you tell her matter of factly, and hop into the rowboat. Leaving the girl grinning, the kids pile into them as well. Paige takes a seat next to you in the middle and grabs the rows.

”You wanna try?” She asks you, offering them to you. ”I can teach you.”

”What makes you think I don’t know how to row?”

She looks you up and down, meeting your eyes. ”I can tell.”

”How?” You ask as she begins to row the boat toward deeper waters, taking her time. You can’t ignore the way her jaw clenches, and how the muscles on her arms grow more prominent as she does so. You’re not sure why it made your stomach stir.

”I just can tell you didn’t grow up on a lake,” she says like it means something else but you’re not sure what. Either way, you’re a little offended. Though she’s right.

”I’m more of a pool girl,” you admit, reaching over and running your fingers along the water. It’s surprisingly cold, goosebumps rising on your skin as result. Or maybe because your bare leg brushes against Paige’s.

”’Course you did princess.”

Before you can protest the nickname, the three boys in your boat point at the girls, about 10 feet ahead.

”Paige!! They’re winning!!” One of them, Caleb, complains.

”We’re so cooked, we’re losing,” the other groans, shaking his head.

The girls in the second boat giggle, waving at us. You laugh too, noticing a spark in Paige’s eye.

”Ain’t no way,” she chuckles, beginning to row furiously. ”That I’m losing to some ten year olds!”

Her voice echoes around the lake, making the girls squeal and row more furiously. 

”We’re twelve!”

”Big difference!” You yell after them as you gain speed, Paige huffing and sweat trickling down her neck as she rows faster.

-

”I can’t believe we lost,” Caleb mumbles, jumping off the boat back onto the shore. You’re still sitting on the boat as Paige pulls it onto the sand and offers you a hand to help you out. Stubborn as you are, you ignore it, jumping out without help and nearly falling face first into the water. Cheeks red, you watch that stupid arrogant grin spread onto the blonde’s face once more.

The sun has begun to set, painting the sky orange and pink. But the kids seem far from tired, splashing the water all over each other.

“Can we swim just for a bit. Pleaseeeee,” One of the kids, Clara, pleads with you and Paige. Glancing at each other, the blonde pulls off her hoodie to reveal a black bikini top underneath.

“I could go for a swim, I’m sweaty as fuck- oh I mean frick.”

The kids all laugh, and for the first time in a week you chuckle too. This seems to take the blonde by surprise, but she doesn’t comment or push. Simply looks at you.

“Okay, go swim,” you smile. “But shower after everyone. I don’t wanna find beds full of sand.”

With laughter, the kids run in the water, taking turns jumping off the pier. Paige does too, taking turns throwing them into the lake. You watch the horizon as the sun sets, the golden light engraving the memory into your brain. Paige’s hair dripping water down her muscular back, the black swim trunks hanging low on her hips.

Suddenly the blonde is walking towards you, holding her long arms out. By the smile on her face you can already tell what she’s thinking.

“Nuh uh, not happening,” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, live a little,” she complains. “I thought you weren’t moping hm?”

That does it. In seconds, you’ve pulled off your clothes and are walking on the pier in your pink bikini with the blonde at your heels.

“Look! Look!” Ryan, one of the boys screams before doing a backflip into the water. You laugh, dipping your toes in. 

“It’s so cold,” you whine. “And murky, what if there’s sharks. Or big fish.”

But as you turn to Paige, you notice her blue eyes scanning your body, and you swear she was staring at your ass. You must’ve imagined it.

“Paige?”

“Uh- what? Uh sharks. No sharks,” she mumbles, quickly averting her eyes.

“I dunno, it’s cold,” you complain.

“As frick?” Caleb asks. Everyone laughs.

“You can swim right?” Paige asks.

“Of course I can sw-”

Before you can finish your sentence, her clammy hands have pushed you in. The shock of the water hits you, but it’s not nearly as cold as you thought it would be. Rising back above the surface, you hear laughter surrounding you.

“I’m gonna kill you Bueckers,” you scream, brushing your wet hair back.

“Oh bet,” she chuckles before jumping after you, causing a big splash which wets your face again.

“Oh my gosh,” you squeal, wiping your face. Beginning to swim towards the shore, Paige follows after you, splashing you with water. “Stop!”

“Make me,” she grins. You splash her too, but she dodges. Frustrated, you do it again and this time it hits her face perfectly. As you’re about to slam the water again, she dives into the murky water, disappearing from sight.

You look around for any sign of Paige, only to let out a scream when her big hands come to your waist, surprising you and squeezing.

“Stop,” you giggle, your toes finally reaching the sandy floor.

“Tell me I win,” she smirks, tickling your sides.

Laughing, you push her by her chest but she won’t budge. She’s far too strong, holding onto you with ease.

“Okay, fine, fine, you win,” you say breathlessly, and she finally stops squeezing your sensitive sides. Her hands however linger for longer than necessary, running down to your hips before letting go, leaving you tingling.

“You,” you start, still trying to catch your breath. “Are the most annoying person I ever met.”

“I’ll take it,” she shrugs easily.

-

Slowly, as time went on you learned to tolerate Paige. You bickered like an old married couple, sure. She really knew how to push your buttons, getting some sort of sick satisfaction from getting on your nerves. It’s not like you liked her, but you were starting to see why she had everyone so charmed.

“How much longer?” One of the girls complains, swinging her water bottle. 

“Ana, we’ve been walking for twenty minutes,” Jess, one of the other counselors laughs. Today’s activity was a hike, which had not been a hit with the kids. The point was for them to identify as many plants, bugs, birds and trees as they could on the way up the mountain trail. 

“Can we take a break?” Caleb whines, walking beside Paige and holding a stick.

“I had a lil more faith in y’all,” Paige chuckles ruffling the young boy’s hair affectionately. You walk a little behind, eyes on the blonde’s low ponytail swinging in the breeze. It was the perfect day for a hike. A little cloudy, the sun peeking out here and there to greet yoy just to disappear again. 

Falling behind a little bit, you hurry toward the girl, eyes locked on her when, as if out of nowhere, a thick root emerges from the ground and as result you take a misstep.

“Ow!” A yelp leaves your lips, making everyone snap their heads toward your direction. A sharp pain makes your eyes squeeze shut, as you hop onto a large rock, hissing with pain each time you put any weight on your right ankle.

“You okay?” Paige is the first to ask, rushing over. She kneels in front of you, brows furrowed and eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” you hiss, though the pain persists. The girl holds your ankle with caring hands, moving it around until a sharp jolt shoots through your body and you yelp once more. 

“She rolled her ankle,” she tells the others as you attempt to stand back up.

“I’m fine,” you mumble stubbornly, but immediately stumble trying to put weight on it. Paige grabs hold of you. Great. Not only would you not be able to hike, but there was no way you were making it back on your own.

“I’ma take her back,” Paige asks as if reading your mind, without consulting you. As always.

Some of the kids let out disappointed groans. Paige was definitely the favourite even with the kids.

“No,” you resist, sitting back down on the rock. “I’ll wait here. It’s fine.”

Paige snorts, shaking her head. “It’s an eight hour hike. Prolly closer to ten with these ones. I’m taking you back.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you back. End of story.”

And that’s the conversation done. You could see it in her eyes, determined and feisty. Without asking, she wraps your arm around her shoulders, helping you up. The blush on your cheeks forces your eyes to flicker down, not needing her to see the effect her touch had on you. Her skin felt smooth and sticky with sunscreen, arms strong as you both wave bye to the group.

“That better?” She asks, her fingers digging into your side. With each step she carries your weight, bringing relief to your ankle that was beginning to swell.

“Yeah, thanks,” you mumble, embarrassed. You feel awkward and clumsy, pressed into her side like this. It was the damn woods. It was bringing out the worst in you. Part of you wished you had met Paige back home, where you were graceful and pleasant. Not here, amongst the mosquitoes and the pine trees and the spiders and no wifi. It made you irritated and moody. It felt bothersome that she couldn’t see you in your element, just as charming as she was. Though you weren’t sure why it bothered you so much.

“You don’t like the woods much huh?” She asks, helping you limp down the trail slow as snails.

“Nope,” you hiss, wanting to curse every single tree and rock in this entire forest.

Paige chuckles, her blue eyes boring into you. “Then why’d you even come here if you’re so miserable?”

Feeling bashful under her gaze, you had no other chance but to be honest. “My scholarship. It was either this or picking up trash. Guess I picked wrong.”

“Oh it’s not that bad,” she says. “You got to meet me.”

“How could I forget,” you answer dryly, making Paige laugh. 

“I’m not that bad,” she mumbles, smiling down at you. The limping was becoming increasingly difficult, even the lightest step making you hiss in pain.

“Hurts that much huh?” She asks. You merely nod, trying to focus on the destination rather than how long the trip down would take. “Alright, c’mon.”

With that, she scoops you up into her arms like you weigh nothing. Butterflies erupt deep in your abdomen, your arm wrapping around the back of her neck.

“Paige,” you complain. “I weigh too much.”

“You’re kidding, have some faith in me,” she laughs, carrying you down the trail with ease. “Light as a feather.”

The rest of the way you spend in silence, only interrupted by the birds fluttering from one tree to another, chirping as they do. Most of it because you’re unable to talk, far too flustered and confused by the feelings stirring inside you as she carries you in her strong, sure arms all the way to your shared room.

“There you go princess,” her breath is hot, tickling in your neck as she lowers you onto the bed, so carefully as if you’re made of porcelain. 

“Thank you Paige,” you murmur, watching closely as she fusses around you. Suddenly your ankle is raised on two pillows and her hoodie, a bag of ice pressed onto the swollen muscle. The condensation drips down your leg, onto her clothes. But she doesn’t seem to mind, bringing you water and a can of Sprite.

“Paige, I’m good,” you stop her as she keeps fluffing the pillows and checking on your ankle. “You’ve done too much.”

“Does it hurt?” She asks, face filled with concern.

“Not really,” you mumble, leaning back on the bed. “Just a little sore.”

“You need anything? More water? Another pillow? A snac-”

“Paige. I’m good. Sit your ass down,” you say sternly. Before you think of it further, you pat the space next to you on the bed, just barely enough space for the girl. She, however, doesn’t hesitate, carefully scooting onto the mattress. She’s so close to you, your legs and arms are pressed against one another. You wonder if she feels it too. The tingling, the electricity.

“You sure it doesn’t hurt?” She asks, turning her blue eyes to you. Your faces are merely inches apart, her breath smelling like mint from the gum she’s been chewing.

“I’m sure,” you whisper, your voice surprisingly shaky. “Thank you.”

Paige grins, but not in that arrogant way that irked you. No, this was more genuine, meaningful.

“Why d’you not like me?” She asks suddenly, a certain vulnerability in her eyes.

Surprised by her honesty, you look away. “I do like you Paige,” you answer. “Honestly, I thought you hated me.”

“What?” She chuckles gently, throwing her arm behind your shoulders with ease. You lean into her even just an inch, making you feel lightheaded. “No way, I just like getting on your nerves.”

“I can tell,” you roll your eyes. “Hollup, why would you think I don’t like you?”

“Cause,” she shrugs, now her turn to look bashful. “You’re like the only one here not laughing at my jokes… Or giving me attention.”

You can’t help but snort, turning to her. Her nose is nearly touching yours, the heat of her face tingling against you. Suddenly the air shifts. She swallows loud. You lick your lips. The irritation and annoyance that had grown the past couple weeks suddenly bursting into nothing but attraction.

“I don’t hate you,” you repeat, voice barely a whisper. Her fingertips hesitate, but come to brush a strand of hair off your face, behind your ear. It takes almost all your strength for your eyes not to flutter shut.

Before you comprehend what’s happening, she begins to lean in, inching closer and closer. And suddenly you’re dying to taste her, mind wrapped around what her lips might feel on yours. It’s too fast. Too much. Overwhelmed, you turn your head away, clearing your throat.

“Actually, I think I’m a little hungry,” you murmur weakly, Paige quickly pulling back.

“Uh, yeah, course,” she answers, face red and flushed. Her weight lifts off the bed and silently, she walks to the door, stopping as she opens it.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you picked the camp and not the trash,” she says with more confidence, before disappearing and closing the door behind her.

-

It had been a week since your near kiss, and things had been awkward. She seemed to be more careful around you, watchful of every word and action. You’d be lying if it didn’t bother you. You missed it, even when she was getting on your nerves. 

“Haven’t you had enough s’mores?” You ask Ryan, watching as he pokes yet another marshmallow onto his stick.

“Never enough,” the boys grin, positively on their tenth s’more. Paige sits on the opposite side of the fire, poking it and laughing at something Jess was telling her. A jolt of jealousy ran through you - not that you had any right to be jealous. 

“Is your ankle better?” Clara asks, her sweet eyes gleaming with worry. 

“It is! Thanks for asking,” you smile, handing her your s’more. “It doesn’t hurt no more.”

“Paige was so strong carrying you back,” she says in awe, glancing towards her.

You do too, remembering the way her arms felt wrapped around you. Regretting the way you looked away.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“Alright y’all, bed time. Everyone in their tents,” Paige claps her hands together, beginning to shoo the kids away from the fire. We were only 15 minutes away from the cabins, but the illusion of a real campsite was there. Large tents up everywhere, and smaller ones for the counselors to share - one for you and Paige.

“This is a lot smaller than I imagined,” you chuckle as you step into the tent, barely enough space for two sleeping bags. 

“Oh shit,” she murmurs awkwardly. You both set up the sleeping bags in silence, the tight space making the tension even more uneasy. You try to look away, but can’t help the way my eyes flicker towards her as she pulls off her shirt, letting her wavy hair down from the two dutch braids. A jolt runs down your spine, straight to your core as her arms flex, biceps prominent and beautiful.

“Damn, I gotta go check that the kids are in bed,” she murmurs, rubbing her face sleepily.

Your eyes drag from her torso to her face. “I can do it,” you answer, eager to get out of this tight space.

The summer night is warm, the campsite illuminated by the stars above as you peek into each tent one by one. 

“Go to bed,” you tell the girls still giggling underneath their blankets knowing full well they won’t. The rest seemed to have fallen asleep after the long day. But you’re still not ready to return to that tiny tent, filled with tension and electricity. No, fuck this. Why was she so bashful now? So distant? You wouldn’t let her win. She needed to fix her attitude.

With a new found confidence, you make your way into the tent to find Paige sitting up with a book in her hand, pushing her glasses up her nose bridge. You zip up the tent carefully behind you.

“They asleep-”

But she quiets down the moment you grab the book from her hands, placing it somewhere beside her. You crawl into her lap, straddling her. Perhaps this was stupid, but you were over how she was acting.

Paige opens her mouth to speak, but you bring your finger to her lips. “Shh,” you shush the girl, pulling her glasses off. She’s trembling, chest heaving as her breathing turns labored and purposeful. 

And slowly, then all at once you press your lips against hers. Her mouth opens as she kisses you back, hands quickly finding the back of your head to pull you closer. You whimper, hands gripping her shoulders, lips sliding against hers - slick, hungry and desperate.

She lets out a heavy exhale through her nostrils, another hand slipping down your back along your spine, until it ends up on your ass. Grabbing greedily, she kneads the skin, getting you to moan into her mouth.

Paige takes this chance to slip her tongue into your mouth and to meet yours. Saliva covers both your lips as you fight for dominance, but it’s no use. She has already won.

Your teeth bite down on her plump bottom lip to tug on it hard enough to make the blonde hiss. She pulls back, pupils blown out as she looks at your swollen mouth.

“You fuckin’ tease,” she hisses, soaked lips attacking your neck. “Got me thinking you don’t want me.”

You let out a moan as Paige’s lips suck on the crook of your neck, the skin there sensitive and tender. Your hands tuck on her wavy, silky hair, hips grinding down into her for any kind of friction. It’s not enough.

“Goddamn,” she hisses, kneading your ass harshly to make you grind down harder. “Bet you’re soaked right now.”

“Fuck you,” you say, voice shaking with need.

“Gotta be nicer to me if you want me to princess,” she grins against your neck, tugging at the flimsy tank top you’re wearing. Before you can process, her mouth is biting and kissing your chest through your satin bra, nipples hardening fast. She’s right. You are soaked, your underwear turning more and more damp each second. If you thought this would be the time for you to claim back power you were mistaken, your body already putty in her hands.

Desperately, your hands find the band of her shorts, fingertips gliding along it teasingly. The blonde groans, bucking her hips. A gash of wetness drips out of you, the thought of how soaked she is making you dizzy.

”That’s what I thought,” you murmur, glad to find she needed you just as bad. Painfully slowly, your hand slides the shorts down her legs. Your movements are clumsy in the small tent, but neither of you could care less. The heat between you two was far too great.

Paige’s hands wrap around you, reaching back and unclasping your bra. Her eyes widen with awe as your tits fall out, nipples hard and perked up just for her.

”Fucking shit,” she whimpers, not wasting any time to latch on. Her tongue circles and then sucks, warm and wet against your cool skin. A high pitched hiss leaves your lips as she bites down on the nipple ever so gently.

”Gotta be a lil more quiet,” Paige says hoarsely against your chest. 

”Mhm, yeah, I can do that,” you whimper, willing to say anything to keep her going. The blonde keeps sucking, the sensation driving you insane. You felt her everywhere, yet it wasn’t enough.

Paige seemed to think likewise, her own hand dipping between her legs and rubbing harsh circles over the black boxers as she works your breast, fingers coming to grope the other one, rolling your hard nipple between them.

You can’t help it, your hand replacing hers at once. She’s damp through the soft cotton, biting down on your nipple trying not to moan. With your free hand you tuck on her hair and guide her swollen, plump pink lips to yours. The kiss is raw and filthy, tongues clashing, spit everywhere. A string of saliva connects you two as you pull back, beginning your descent.

You want to take your time, kissing her neck and chest downwards. But Paige has other plans. Her hands grab a hold of your shoulders, pushing you down with so much force and urgency you couldn’t dare deny her.

Once you’re between her legs, she doesn’t waste time to pull her own boxers off. The sight is overwhelming. Even in the dim tent you can see that her cunt is soaked, glistening in the darkness. Immediately, your mouth is watering for her.

”Shit,” you whisper, leaning down and kissing on her inner thighs as she spreads her legs for you. ”You’re so wet.” 

Paige isn’t having any of your teasing, her hands finding their way straight into your hair and gripping hard. Suddenly she’s guiding you right where she wants you, your mouth filling with the taste of her.

”Mmph,” you whimper against her soaked folds, pressing open mouthed kisses along her slit. She tastes like heaven, quickly wetting your chin and nose too.

”God,” she grunts, lifting her head to look down at you. Your eyes dart up to her face - mouth ajar, heavy lids, cheeks flushed. She looks beautiful, already drowning in ecstasy.

”I love how you taste,” you mumble, licking along her slit and letting her wetness cover your tongue. Paige lets out a guttural moan, bucking her hips impossibly closer.

”Shh,” you remind her as you pull back, face glistening with her juices. ”Quiet, remember?”

”Just fuck, keep going,” she hums frustratedly, pulling you back to her soaked cunt roughly. You keep your eyes locked on her expression, quickly finding what drives her crazy as your lips tongue swirls against her clit.

”You’re so good at that,” she whispers. Her voice shakes, the grip in your hair tightening. ”Keep going baby.”

Her words encourage you enough, making you forget all about the strain on your jaw. The sounds filling the tent turn filthy and wet as you lie your tongue flat against her, shaking your head. This does it, making Paige grab hold of you even tighter, guiding you where she wanted.

”Mhm, taste so good,” you moan quietly. ”I love your pussy.” 

She’s whimpering, trying to stay quiet by biting down on her lip. 

”Want your tongue out,” she groans. ”Need to fuck your face.” 

You do as she tells you, her hands pulling you closer and quite literally bucking her hips and grinding her pussy against your tongue. 

”Just like that,” she praises, her entire body shaking. The way she’s clinging onto you and throwing her head back tells you she’s nearly there. ”Fuck, you’re so good princess.”

A gush of wetness drips out of you, soaking the fabric of your thin panties. Paige keeps fucking your face, spreading herself all over you as your tongue rubs against that sensitive bud, bringing her to the edge.

”Look at me, sh- please,” she cries out, both hands pulling on your hair. ”I’m gonna cum.”

At the exact right moment, your eyes snap open. They meet hers just as her thighs clench around you, and her climax takes over. It drives you insane to see her like this, under your control, whining and whimpering all because of you.

”Ohh, shit,” she mewls, eyes rolling back as her movements turn sloppy and desperate. You coax her through it, watching the way her face twists in pleasure. Finally, she lets go of you, panting hard.

”Wow,” you sigh, climbing up her body. She’s trying to catch her breath, chuckling softly.

”Tell me about it,” she gleams, pulling you into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Your teeth nearly clank together from the hunger, tongue darting out to taste herself on your lips.

Suddenly, with no time to rest, Paige flips you over to your back. The ground is hard underneath you, only softened slightly by the sleeping bags underneath you two. In that moment you know you’ve lost your upper hand.

Paige doesn’t hesitate, beginning to kiss down your body with a single destination in mind. But she’s taking forever to get there, getting distracted by your breasts, sucking on the peaks. Her hands glide down against your sides over each rib painfully slowly. In a moment of great need you try to push her down much like she did with you. But she doesn’t budge, merely grabbing your wrists and pushing them away.

”You okay beautiful?” She asks, kissing down your abdomen and glancing up at you. 

”Mmhm,” you whine, bucking your hips in desperation. It’s obvious what you want. Still she makes you work for it, loving to see you humiliated and needy.

”What’s wrong?” She asks menacingly, her voice sadistic and teasing. 

”Paige,” you complain.

”Whatchu want princess?” She asks, fingertips toying with the laces on your shorts. You might die before she actually touches you. ”Are you wet?”

Eagerly you nod, looking down at her. 

”Oh I bet,” she grins, finally tugging your shorts down all the way, bringing your panties with them. ”Lemme see that shit.”

With that, you spread your legs wide. Paige lets out a hungry groan when her eyes meet your pussy, gushing and glistening.

”That’s all for me?” She asks, fingertips spreading your lips apart ever so carefully, studying you. 

”Mhm,” you whine, chest heaving with the knowledge that soon she’d be touching you right where you needed.

”Fuck baby, you throbbing,” she hisses, leaning down and dipping a finger into your entrance. It glistens as she pulls it back and wraps her mouth around it, letting it go with a pop. ”And taste so damn good.”

”Please,” you complain, completely lost control over yourself now, willing to do pretty much anything for some relief.

”Say that shit again,” she groans, hot breath tingling against your wet cunt.

”Please Paige,” you whimper even more desperate. That seems to do it as she finally leans down and with a loud slurp, licks up your slick.

”Aw fuck,” you hiss, squeezing your eyes shut and grabbing the sleeping bags underneath.

”Shut up,” she reminds you, the mean tone of her voice only making you gush again. Her tongue licks up and down, dipping in your entrance menacingly. You cover your own mouth, muffling the gasps spilling uncontrollably from your lips.

”Attagirl,” she whispers against your pussy, the vibrations causing your back to arch. Paige moans at the taste of you, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as if she was the one being fucked.

”Oh God,” you cry out as she spreads your lips further apart, burying her face into your cunt. She’s so skillful, so precise yet sloppy and desperate. The sounds of her mouth lapping you up are so loud it makes your head spin. She’s got you right where she wanted.

”You got the prettiest pussy huh? Pretty pussy for a pretty girl,” she praises, admiring you for a second before diving straight back in, sucking on your sensitive bud that’s grown puffy and swollen.

”So fucking pretty,” she murmurs against you, her hands coming up to roll your rock hard nipples between her fingertips. 

”But you know that huh? Know how fucking pretty you are? Know I was obsessed the moment I saw you?” She mumbles in between licks along your dripping folds. You barely hear her, squirming and bucking your hips against her mouth.

”Tell me,” she whispers breathlessly, grabbing hold of your jaw and forcing eye contact. She looks so beautiful between your legs, staring up at you under her long, black lashes. ”Tell me you’re pretty.”

You feel flustered, face turning red. Your core gushes, gushing with each throb. Embarrassed and needy for more, you grab her hair and try to guide her back to your pussy. But she won’t, not until you’ve bent to her will.

”Fucking tell me,” she commands, voice hoarse.

”I-I’m pretty,” you whisper, willing to do anything just for her to keep going.

”So fucking pretty, princess,” she groans, spitting on your cunt and leaning back in. Her tongue is unbelievably fast and strong, moving from left to right, flicking your clit. She was getting you to the edge, quickly.

”Been needing to get in this shit since I saw you,” she grunts, bringing both her hands back down to your pussy and spreading it wide open.

”But you knew that, walking around half naked, driving me fucking crazy,” Paige moans, and licks around your entrance.

”Fuck, Paige, don’t stop,” you gasp, legs shaking uncontrollably. ”Don’t fucking stop.”

With that, her tongue slips inside you with the sound of a loud squelch. Paige whimpers, feeling the way your cunt squeezes and throbs around her tongue, her sharp nose nudging against your clit as she slides it in and out.

”Oh f- oh-” you gasp for air, chest heaving as your back arches off the ground. You cover your mouth again, legs trembling as Paige pushes you to the edge simply with her mouth.

”That’s it,” she coos, continuing her motions, holding your squirming hips down as you ride out your climax, gushing around her tongue

”Stop, stop,” you squirm as she kisses her way up through your slick folds to your sensitive bud, finally wiping her face on your thigh and looking back. There’s that smug grin again that made you want to slap it off her face.

”Sorry to tell you but you’re a mess,” she smirks, satisfied. She didn’t have to, you could feel it. Your thighs felt sticky and your core still slick and soaked.

”You sure nobody heard?,” you ask, embarrassed now that you were coming down.

”Nah,” she smiles easily, coming up to kiss you - tender and caring rather than the rough, hungry way in which she did earlier.

”You okay to walk?” She asks, brushing your hair back.

”Oh yeah, we better go shower,” you mumble, beginning to dress. Paige chuckles, a spark in her eye.

”But they’re so far away,” she says. ”Let’s just go to the lake.”

-

The night is still as warm as the day, a slight breeze running through your body as you follow a narrow path through the woods with Paige. She leads you to a smaller beach, covered by trees and shrubbery, holding your hand the entire way.

The moon above the horizon illuminates the lake, gentle waves hitting the rocks on the shore. Paige’s skin is luminescent and milky in the moonlight, and you can barely tear your eyes away.

Before you can think it through, she pulls off her clothes, walking into the water in only her boxers.

”C’mon princess,” she smiles, nodding you over. Her confidence gives you courage, and you do the same, following after her in only your panties.

The water is cold by your ankles, goosebumps rising all over your body. Paige takes her time admiring you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you deeper.

”You’re so damn beautiful,” she sighs, blue eyes scanning you up and down. With flushed cheeks, you let the taller girl guide you.

”It’s cold,” you giggle as the gentle waves tickle your abdomen. Paige laughs, splashing your breasts with the water, making you let out a squeal.

”Stop!” You gasp, splashing her back. But before you can, she’s diving in, swimming deeper, emerging from beneath the surface further away now

”You coming or not?” She asks, a grin on her face. You can’t resist it. With a gasp you emerge yourself into the water, swimming to her.

”There we go,” she smiles, pulling you into her and kissing you breathless. Your legs wrap around her waist as you hold onto her shoulders, licking along her lower lip. She smirks into the kiss, her hands holding you up by your thighs, squeezing.

You can feel her nipples hardening against you, the knot she just took care of suddenly tightening deep in your abdomen again.

Like reading your mind, she drags her hand from your thighs to your ass, groping harshly. You whimper into the kiss, throwing your head back. Every touch was setting you on fire, burning on your skin.

The blonde drags her open, hot mouth along your neck. Her hand grips your ass so tightly that her fingertips brush against your clothed core. Still sensitive, you shiver. Paige groans in response as your nails dig into her skin.

”Shit,” she hisses, reaching her hands from behind you and rubbing her fingers against your clit through the sheer fabric. ”Need you again.”

You can only nod, gripping onto the blonde and letting out soft whimpers into her ear. Her hand circles around your clit but it’s not enough.

”More,” you moan quietly.

”What’s that princess?”

”Fuck me Paige,” you plead, wide eyes looking up at the girl. She can’t resist, the need on your face overwhelming.

”Whatchu want baby?” She asks with a gentle voice, brows furrowed. ”Tell me.”

But instead of telling, you decide to show. Reaching down you pull your panties to the side, and guiding Paige’s hand by her wrist to your cunt.

Without warning, she slips two fingers inside you. With a gasp, you grip onto her harder. Paige groans.

”You this wet again?” She murmurs, pressing her cheek onto your forehead as she curls her fingers against you. They are so much longer and bigger than yours could be, reaching the soft tissue inside you better than you ever could imagine.

”Mmhm,” you moan, scratching at her broad shoulders.

”That’s my girl,” she growls, ”you a little slut aren’t you princess?”

”Just shut up and fuck me,” you murmur, voice whiny and needy. It’s not very convincing. Still, she abides.

”Yes ma’am,” Paige grins, her fingers pumping inside your slick, tight pussy. She groans, feeling the way you stretch around her. They move with such strength and pace it takes everything in you not to scream out.

Biting down onto her shoulder, you muffle your own moans, wrapping your legs around her waist tighter.

”Bounce on em, c’mon,” she tells you, free hand gripping your ass underwater. Entire body trembling, you grip onto her and grind your hips into her fingers, sighing every time they intrude into you. 

”Oh God,” you whimper, movements turning erratic and sloppy as you chase your high on her fingers. 

”Good girl,” she whimpers. ”Fuck you so sexy.”

Paige leans down, kissing and sucking on your neck, nibbling your earlobes.

”P-Paige,” you gasp, legs beginning to shake too bad.

”I gotchu baby,” she whispers, grabbing hold of you as she adds a third finger, slamming them inside you.

”Oh-” you cry out, but she kisses you hungrily, muffling her moans. Paige holds you still with her free hand.

”So tight,” she hisses against your lips, fingers pumping inside you, stretching you out. Your cunt is sucking her in, gripping onto her tightly.

”I’m cl-”

”I can feel it,” she moans, the way your pussy is pulsing around her making your nearing orgasm obvious. The knot deep inside your stomach tightens and tightens, causing you to grip onto her.

”You gon’ cum for me?” Paige asks, panting, curling her fingers against your g-spot.

Like clockwork, your body obeys. With desperate nods, Paige kisses you, pumping even faster, stretching out your dripping cunt, driving you to the edge until-

”I’m cumming!” You whimper into her mouth. She's breathless, groaning as if she was the one getting off.

”C’mon princess. Feel so good. Be a good girl.”

With her words, and the stretch she’s causing, your legs clasp around her and the knot finally snaps.

Desperate moans are muffled by Paige’s mouth, pleasure washing over you in waves. She guides you through your orgasm, holding you close the entire time.

”God,” you exhale, finally pulling back as she pulls her fingers out of you.

Paige laughs gently, blue eyes scanning your face in the moonlight. She looks breathtaking, and the feeling seems to be mutual. The blonde leans in and presses her lips onto your forehead. 

”We should prolly head back.”

Paige carries you out of the water and helps you dress. You make your way back to the campsite hand in hand. Thankfully everyone still seems to be asleep.

In comfortable silence, you two climb into your tent that suddenly doesn’t seem as small. As you begin to set up your sleeping bag, Paige scooches into hers, staring at you.

”You know, we could just share.”

Glancing up, you find the blonde patting the spot beside her in her purple sleeping bag. You can’t resist the twinkle of her blue eyes.

It’s tight, that’s for sure, but it feels surprisingly natural to rest your head on Paige’s chest. She presses sweet kisses to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair that surely smelled like bug spray.

”You believe I don’t hate you now princess?” She whispers, hand rubbing up and down your back.

You let out a gentle laugh, letting your eyes fall shut - heavy with tiredness. ”I don’t hate you either,” you murmur, quickly drifting to sleep in her arms. The woods weren’t that bad after all.

-

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Title: You Should’ve Told Me

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, Romance

POV: First Person (Reader)

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Freshman year of college, you and Paige Bueckers became fast friends after bonding over having the same major and the same schedule. You told each other everything—well except the fact that you’re a stripper in your junior year.

Fic is based of @yailtsv ‘s mood board: Paige w/stripper!gf

I low-key want yail to do a pt.2 to fic….

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Freshman year, I was awkward as hell—tote bag too full, hair always in a rushed bun, and clumsy enough to spill coffee on someone within the first week of classes. That someone just happened to be Paige Bueckers.

“I am so sorry!” I remember fumbling with napkins, heart sinking as the brown stain spread across her hoodie.

She just laughed, blue eyes full of amusement. “It’s fine. I didn’t even like this hoodie anyway.” She glanced down at my binder full of psych notes. “You’re in Psych 103 too?”

And just like that, we became inseparable.

We sat next to each other in every class, studied together, FaceTimed when one of us missed something. Paige introduced me to her teammates, took me to games, and somewhere along the way, we started telling each other everything. Or… almost everything.

I never told her what happened the summer before junior year.

When my parents found out I liked girls, they didn’t scream. They just cut me off. No more tuition. No more health insurance. No more help. Just silence.

So I found a way.

It started small—cocktail waitress. Then VIP hostess. Eventually, I was offered a stage audition at Club Venus. I said yes.

I told myself I’d quit once I had enough. But then rent came due. Then books. Then food. And now, here I was in senior year, dancing on weekends, midterms on Mondays. Still getting straight A’s, still smiling at Paige in class… still lying.

Tonight, I was working a shift but planned to leave early. I had cupcakes waiting at home and a card for Paige’s birthday. I couldn’t wait to surprise her.

But life? Life had other plans.

⸻

“VIP bachelorette party at table three!” my manager called, shoving a tray into my hands.

I groaned. My set was next. “Tell them I’ll be there after stage.”

He rolled his eyes. “Make it quick, baby. They brought the birthday girl.”

As the lights dimmed and the bass rolled in, I stepped out onto the stage, heels clicking, hair bouncing. I plastered on my best smile, the one that made rent and textbooks possible.

But then I saw her.

Front and center, blue eyes wide with disbelief, was Paige.

Her teammates flanked her—Azzi, Nika, Ice—all grinning, waving dollars.

Paige? She looked like the earth had dropped out from beneath her.

She was frozen, staring up at me as if I’d just confessed to murder.

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no.

I tried to look anywhere but her as I danced, heart racing, cheeks burning. I wanted to bolt off stage and hide, but I couldn’t. Not mid-set.

When I stepped down and made a beeline for the dressing room, Paige was already moving.

“Hey! Wait—wait up!”

“I’m working,” I hissed, not looking at her.

“Can we talk?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she said, grabbing my forearm gently.

That’s when the other girls noticed.

“You have to pay to touch!” Amber snapped, stepping between us.

“Back off,” another added. “No touching without permission.”

I opened my mouth to say, “It’s okay,” but then Paige reached into her pocket, pulled out every bill she had—$550—and slipped it into my bra strap with steady hands.

Her eyes locked on mine. “Let’s go to a room, shall we?”

I hated how professional I had to stay as I nodded. Hated how much shame churned in my gut. Hated how I couldn’t even celebrate her birthday right.

Once we got into the private room, the door closed behind us, and she didn’t even sit down.

She paced.

“You’re a stripper? Seriously?”

“Paige—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because!” My voice cracked. “Because I didn’t want you to look at me like that. Like I’m something dirty.”

She stopped pacing.

“I don’t—God, that’s not it, I swear.”

“Then what is it?”

“You could’ve told me,” she whispered, softer now. “We tell each other everything.”

“I couldn’t,” I said. And then it just poured out. “I didn’t have a choice, okay? My parents cut me off after I came out. I had no money, no job, no backup plan. I tried everything else. This pays enough. It pays… enough to stay in school.”

Her face crumpled.

“You’re doing this… just to pay tuition?”

I nodded, blinking fast. “It’s not what I want to do. I just—don’t have any other options.”

I didn’t know it then, but that moment shattered something in her.

“I’ll pay it,” she said suddenly.

My eyes widened. “What?”

“My NIL deals cover everything. I barely touch my stipend. Let me help—please.”

“No, Paige—”

“I mean it. You’re killing yourself for a degree. Let me take care of it.”

“I can’t take that from you.”

She looked hurt. “Why not? You’re my best friend.”

That stung more than it should’ve.

“I’ll be fine. I promise.”

⸻

I thought that was the end of it.

But then she started showing up.

Every night I worked, Paige was there, always tucked into a corner booth, hood up, arms crossed like a bouncer. She tipped big. Watched bigger. Anyone who even looked like they were gonna get handsy? She was up like a shot, staring them down until they backed off.

My coworkers started calling her “your bodyguard.”

Eventually, her presence became comforting.

When I danced, I knew she was watching—but not in a creepy way. She watched like she was protecting me from the whole world.

A few weeks later, after another quiet shift, she waited outside the dressing room.

“You’re not gonna believe this,” she said, handing me a grilled cheese and my favorite boba. “But I miss our study dates.”

I smiled. “You could’ve said that instead of bribing me with dairy and tapioca.”

We talked for hours that night. About school. About the future. About everything but this place.

Eventually, one night, she just blurted it out.

“I like you.”

I blinked. “You what?”

She stepped closer. “I like you. Like, more than a friend. More than anything.”

“…Even though I work here?”

“Especially because you do. You do what you need to survive. That’s… kind of badass.”

I melted.

⸻

Dating Paige was like finally breathing again.

She never judged me. Never looked down on me. But she never stopped worrying either.

She’d sit at the bar, watching every lap dance like a hawk. If a guy leaned in too close, she shot daggers. If someone tried to touch me, security would swoop in—probably tipped off by a glare from Paige.

And yes, she paid for lap dances. Smirking every time.

“You gonna scold me again, babe?” she’d tease, slipping twenties into my garter. “Or you gonna dance for your biggest fan?”

I hated taking her money. She knew it. But she insisted.

“Think of it as a girlfriend tax.”

Still, I drew a line—no more private room sessions once we were official. I couldn’t handle the guilt. She supported the decision immediately.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” she said one night, brushing hair from my face. “Just keep doing what’s best for you.”

The trouble was… I wasn’t making enough anymore. Less tips. Fewer dances. I picked up more shifts, lost more sleep, skipped more meals.

Until one night, I collapsed in her arms.

We were in my apartment. I’d just gotten off work. She brought me tea. I sat down, and before I could even sip it, I started crying.

“I’m so tired, Paige,” I whispered. “I’m tired of selling pieces of myself to strangers while trying to study for exams. I’m tired of dancing when I can’t even feel my legs. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay when I’m falling apart.”

She pulled me in, arms tight around my waist. “Baby, you’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to do this by yourself.”

“I can’t take your money. I just… I can’t.”

She kissed my temple. “Okay.”

That was all she said.

⸻

A few weeks later, I got a letter from Financial Aid.

Your balance has been paid in full.

I called. They said an anonymous donor paid off my remaining tuition.

I knew.

She didn’t say anything right away. She waited until I was calm. Until I was home. Until we were curled up on the couch and I was smiling again.

“I love you,” she said. “And I’ll always do what’s best for you. Even if you won’t let me say it out loud.”

I cried again, but this time, I didn’t feel ashamed.

Paige was more than my girlfriend. She was my anchor. My protector. My everything.

And if loving her meant letting her be my sugar mama on my off days?

So be it.

“Okay,” I whispered, curling into her side. “Buy me that Lego set.”

She grinned. “You got it, baby.”

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