#uconn

contains. gf!paige, smut, domesticity

notes. was supposed to cram multiple chapters for my lit class but wrote this instead :P consider it an early valentine's gift. also this is set in the summertime bc i am so over this dreadful ass weather.

words. 2.30k

paige plops down beside you on the sofa with a tired little grunt. it’s natural, instinctual even, the way your body immediately seeks hers, wrapping your arms around and curling into her, and exhaling contently when she returns the hug, lips pressing to your temple lovingly.

it’s been a long, long day, with you and paige finally moving into your new apartment downtown. between going back and forth to transport boxes from your old place on the other side of the city and unpacking, you didn’t have much time for each other all day. it’s like heaven when her lips finally press to yours, moving together languidly as one of her hands splay across the small of your back, bringing you closer.

this place is nicer than the complex you moved into right after the draft last year. it’s a sleek, shiny high–rise building, located right in the heart of the dallas. the view of the city from your unit on the eleventh floor is breathtaking— but still, it’s nothing compared to the sight of paige right in front of you.

in the heat of hauling things in earlier, she’d taken off her shirt, leaving her clad in just her basketball shorts and nike sports bra, hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. warmth radiates from her body to yours, her sunkissed skin smooth and firm. you let your hand wander, feeling up her abdomen, abs flexing under your touch. the kiss breaks when smile at her, “finally done.”

“yeah, no thanks to you,” your girlfriend snorts as she nuzzles into your neck, nose brushing against a ticklish spot, making you giggle.

‘cause when im on the liquor, i go crazy

𑣲 pairings : party!paige x fem!reader

𑣲 warnings : smutt, driking, public ish sex?, smut, smutt english isnt my first language

𑣲 summary : a solo trip to dallas completely derails the second your eyes lock across a crowded club with paige, who looks effortlessly so hot

𑣲 a/n: i love this i think this is one of my best works i hope yall like ittt dont be a silent reader!! ( can yall tell i love biceps )

wc:2-3k

you're in dallas alone because you just needed a trip for some peace, but right now, you’re just staring at yourself in the hotel mirror wondering if you went too far.

you’re wearing this tiny, low-waisted black mini skirt that barely clears your hips and a revealing, backless halter top that’s holding on by a prayer. you hadn't thought much of it while packing, but looking at it now under the harsh hotel lighting? it's loud. “whatever,” you tell yourself, glossing your lips until they’re practically dripping. “nobody here knows me anyway.” it’s your first night in the city, and you are completely ready to see what dallas has to offer. you grab your purse, check your reflection one last time, and head straight downstairs to catch a ride to the club.

-

the club is a humid, thumping mess of bass and red neon light. you’re tucked into a corner booth, nursing a tequila pineapple,

and then she walks in.

the room doesn't stop, but your brain definitely glitches. she looks like she didn't even try, which makes it ten times worse. she’s wearing a crisp, tight white tank top that hugs her shoulders perfectly, slung low into a pair of baggy, faded loose jeans that sit exactly where they’re supposed to on her hips. she has a backwards cap on, silver chains catching the strobe lights, and this casual, arrogant slouch

you’re just sitting there, fingers tracing the condensation on your glass, trying to blend into the dark corners of the booth. but in that tiny skirt and backless top, you’re basically a neon sign.

and paige doesn't do subtle.

she doesn’t do across-the-room glance where you both look away and pretend it didn't happen. the second her eyes lock onto yours, the space between you completely evaporates. she moves through the crowded club with this heavy stride, tracking you down like it was always her plan for the night. before you can even prepare yourself, she’s sliding into the booth right next to you—so close that the rough, faded denim of her loose jeans drags against your bare thighs. the contrast of her cool pants against your hot, flushed skin makes your stomach do a violent drop.

she leans in, the clean cotton scent of her white tank top immediately cutting through club air.

"you're not from here, are you?" her voice is a low, raspy drawl, her breath radiating a heavy smell of alcohol. her eyes leave yours for a second, traveling down the front of your top, slow and agonizingly deliberate, before snapping back up to trap your gaze. "and you're completely by yourself. that's dangerous."

you swallow hard, trying to hold her stare, trying to look like you aren't completely losing your mind. "i can handle myself."

paige just lets out this quiet laugh, her eyes darkening as she leans in closer, her breath warm against your skin. "hm yeah? let's see about that."

her hand slides onto your bare thigh, her thumb pressing into your skin just beneath the hem of your skirt. the sudden, heavy heat of her touch turns you on instantly, sending a jolt straight down your spine that warms your entire body way faster and deeper than any of the liquor you've been sipping tonight. she smiles, a dangerous, knowing look in her eyes. your vision blurring slightly under the sheer intensity of her weight sitting right next to you.

it’s too much. your head is spinning, your core is tight, and the friction of everything happening right there in the open makes you panic. you abruptly stand up, muttering a faint excuse, and practically run toward the single-occupancy bathrooms down the back hallway just to escape the heat of her gaze.

you slam the restroom door behind you, leaning your back against it, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath in the quiet. but before you can even reach for the lock, the handle jiggles, the heavy door pushes open with zero hesitation, and it's her.

it's paige. the lock clicks into place behind her.

she crowds you against the cold tile wall instantly, her large, warm hands gripping your hips. your tiny skirt hitches up instantly, offering absolutely zero resistance. she pins you flush against her—the heavy scent of her cologne filling your senses before she buries her face in your neck.

her breath is hot, heavy, and frantic against your skin, sending a violent shiver through your entire body as her lips trail open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, making you gasp out loud.

"you think you can just run away from me?" she mutters against your skin, her voice a rough, broken growl that vibrates straight through you.

there’s this agonizing second of hesitation—this breathless, heavy pause where she pulls back just a fraction of an inch to look at you, her eyes completely unfocused and blown out with desire. she’s reading your face, making sure you’re just as undone as she is. "look at you," she whispers, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. "you're fucking shaking."

before you can even breathe out an answer, her hand slides under your backless halter top. her palms are burning against your bare back, lifting you up by your thighs until your feet are completely off the floor and you're pinned flush against the door.

"tell me you want this," she demands, her lips brushing yours, teasing you until you whimper out a desperate "please, paige."

the sound of her name on your lips completely breaks whatever restraint she had left. when she finally crashes her mouth back against yours, it’s bruises and teeth—a deep, devastating wreck of a kiss that knocks the remaining air straight out of your lungs. her tongue slides past your lips with an aggressive, possessive hunger, tasting heavily of tequila and sweet lip gloss. she’s tilting your head back, her fingers tangling painfully tight in your hair to hold you still while she devours you, sucking on your bottom lip until you're whining into her mouth. it’s a frantic, messy blur of hot skin and friction, the muffled bass from the club thumping through the wood against your spine, completely ruining your lipstick and your sanity within three minutes flat.

when she finally lets you go, your feet hit the cold floor with a dull thud. your knees are completely weak, shaking so badly you have to lean against the sink just to stay upright. paige is breathing just as heavily, her eyes still dangerous as she uses the back of her hand to wipe the smeared residue of your lip gloss off her mouth.

she doesn’t give you time to fix yourself. before you can even reach for your purse, her fingers lock tightly around your wrist.

"we're done in here," she mutters, her voice completely shot, rough and commanding. "come on."

she pushes the bathroom door open, pulling you behind her through the dim, crowded hallway. the cold air of the club hits your wet neck, making you shiver as she navigates the crowd with total authority. you’re stumbling slightly in your heels, completely dazed, your heart hammering against your ribs while you stare at the back of her broad shoulders clad in that white tank.

the cool dallas night air hits your face like a slap the second she pushes through the heavy fire exit doors leading out to the back parking lot. it's quiet out here, away from the bass, just the distant hum of the city traffic.

she leads you straight toward a massive, blacked-out suv parked under the flickering shadow of a broken streetlamp. she hits the clicker in her pocket, the amber lights flashing once to unlock it. paige skips the front seats entirely. she yanks open the heavy back door, her grip sliding from your wrist down to the small of your bare back, applying just enough pressure to guide you into the back seat before climbing in right after you and slamming the door shut on the rest of the world.

the air inside is instantly thick, smelling heavily of her expensive cologne, leather, and the lingering heat from the club.

paige doesn’t waste a single second. she moves over you like a shadow, crowding you into the deep leather seats until you’re pressed flat against the backrest.

"you're so small in this seat," she murmurs, her voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. she hooks her fingers under the hem of your tiny black skirt, bunching the fabric up past your hips with one fluid, practiced motion.

when her bare hand contacts your inner thigh, you gasp, your hips instinctively jerking upward. you reach out blindly, your hands locking onto her upper arms for balance. your fingers strain against the sheer density of her biceps—as she leans her full weight over you, pinning you down effortlessly.

"look at me," she commands, her voice rough, completely running the show. you force your eyes open, meeting her blown-out gaze in the dim red light. " keep your eyes on me."

she doesn't hesitate. her long fingers slide down, parting you easily, finding you already completely slick and burning hot for her. when her first finger slides inside, slow and agonizingly deep, a high-pitched whimper breaks from your throat.

"fuck, you’re so wet for me," paige groans against your neck, her breath scorching your skin as she starts a slow, heavy rhythm. her biceps flex hard against your gripping hands every time she drives her fingers deeper, her thumb pressing heavily against your clit with a deliberate, agonizing friction. "you like that, don't you? tell me baby"

"paige—please," you sob out, your head tossing back against the leather, your hips desperately rolling into her touch, trying to force her to go faster.

"no, don't rush it. take it," she mutters, talking you through every single motion, her voice a dark, hypnotic lullaby in the quiet of the car. "breathe through it, baby. just like that. feel how tight you are around my fingers? you're taking all of it so well."

she abruptly pulls her fingers completely out of you with a sharp, wet friction that leaves you whimpering and completely empty, your hips instinctively chasing her hand.

"look at me," she breathes, her voice a rough command in the dark. she doesn't give you a second to recover before her large hands catch the hem of your backless halter top, pulling the fabric up and completely over your head in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floorboards.

the cool air of the car hits your bare chest, but the chill doesn't last for even a second before paige is leaning back down, devouring you. she starts kissing you everywhere, her mouth hot and desperate as she trails her lips down from your jawline, marking up your throat before burying her face in your chest, sucking heavily on your skin until you're arching up into her touch. her hands grip your waist tight, her flexed biceps straining against your ribs as her mouth moves lower and lower, tracing a line of wet, burning kisses down your stomach, making your core tighten up instantly.

she doesn't stop until her face meets your pussy again, the heat of her breath hitting your wet skin just a second before she buries her tongue straight back into you. you let out a broken sob, your fingers instantly tangling in her hair as she starts munching on you with a desperate, heavy hunger, licking over your clit in deep, deliberate strokes.

while her mouth is driving you completely insane, she takes those two long fingers and drives them straight back inside you, opening you up completely. a loud, messy sound fills the quiet interior of the suv as she pumps into you, her rhythm becoming totally ruthless.

"fuck, you taste so sweet," paige growls against your wet skin, her voice completely muffled by your thighs as her flexed biceps lock your legs open, keeping you pinned so you can’t twist away from the sheer intensity of it. "take it, baby. let me feel you come all over my mouth."

a loud, messy sound fills the quiet interior of the suv as she pumps into you, her rhythm becoming totally ruthless.

your breath hitches, your entire body tightening up as the friction builds into something unbearable. "paige—i'm close, i'm so close," you sob out, your hands gripping her shoulders so hard your nails leave scratches over her arms.

"i've got you ma, take it," she murmurs against your skin, her tongue licking over your clit even faster, driving you right over the edge.

the windows are completely fogging up from your frantic breath, blurring the dallas skyline into nothingness. you’re entirely trapped beneath her heavy, solid weight, completely undone by the friction of her tongue and fingers working together until your hips violently jerk upward and you're absolutely screaming into the quiet car, completely spent.

you're still trembling, chest heaving as the aftershocks roll through you, when paige finally pulls back. she takes a heavy breath, looking down at you with a soft, satisfied smirk. reached down, she grabs the bottom hem of her white tank top, gathering the cotton in her hand, and gently uses the fabric to clean the slick wetness from your inner thighs and pussy, wiping you down with slow, careful strokes. once she's done, she pulls herself up, crowding back into your space to press soft, lingering kisses all over your face—your cheeks, your eyelids, and finally your lips, tasting herself on you as she whispers quiet praise against your mouth.

paige climbs over the console into the driver’s seat, shifting the suv into drive with one hand while you just slump against the passenger door, completely wrecked and barely able to keep your eyes open.

seeing that you're completely useless, she lets out a low laugh and reaches right into your purse, pulling out your phone. "let me see this." she holds it up to your face to catch the face ID, unlocking it easily so she can type your hotel into the GPS. but before she sets the phone down, she taps into your messages, typing her number out and texting herself a quick note so she has your contact.

she tosses the phone back into your lap, a smug, knowing smirk on her face as she pulls out of the lot. "there. now i know where you sleep, and i have your number. sit back, i'm taking you home."

-

you blink against the harsh dallas sunlight cutting through the hotel curtains, your entire body feeling completely wrung out.

you sit up and immediately freeze. you’re not in your outfit anymore, no makeup—somehow, you’re tangled up in a pair of soft, oversized pajamas.

the memories of the back of that SUV come rushing back in a burning wave: the cold leather, the heavy flex of her biceps, the absolute madness of her mouth.

you grab your phone off the mattress, unlock it, and right there on the screen is a text from last night.

Paige Bueckers : i knew you couldn't handle yourself, 4:06am

Paige bueckers : but fuck you did so good ma. 4:06am

you stare at the screen, your heart doing a violent drop into your stomach. you run a hand over your face and let out a long, defeated groan.

kisses down low - paige bueckers

summary: paige goes down on you for the first time (smut)

What had went from a mere makeout session with your girlfriend of only a few weeks had turned into more when she started kissing down your neck, clothed chest, stomach, all the way down to your thighs had started to hint something more was going to happen.

She started to kiss your thighs as they were easily accessible considering you were only in pajama shorts. You were honestly very experienced and even the feeling of her lips on your bare thighs was making you nearly shake in pleasure. It felt so new yet so good.

Paige looked up at you, looking straight at your eyes and you were seriously hoping she didn't think you looked ugly from that angle. She didn't, obviously, but things were still new, you were still inexperienced and insecure when it came to things like this so it was not a surprise that you felt this way.