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PAIGE BUECKERS

her cheerleader

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HER CHEERLEADER ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. — paige bueckers

Synopsis: In Paige’s last year at UConn, she expected to keep her head down, focus, and enjoy her last year of collegiate basketball. Little did she know a shy cheerleader with a pretty face would change that.

paige bueckers x lesbian!reader

content: swearing, unwanted advances by a man 🤢 but paige saves the day dw, alcohol, smut, smut and smut ! fingering, teasing, multiple orgasms, humping, scissoring, shy!reader, dom!paige

notes: my first post !! hope you enjoy 🥹 also i know south dakota was paige’s last home game but this follows my own timeline lmao so let’s pretend it was one of the first. also take a shot every time i say paige bueckers.

The stadium, every seat filled to the brim with clusters of people, was alight with the excitement of the ongoing game. Stomping feet, clapping hands, and shouts of cheers were the few sounds entering your ears, all because of one team: the UConn Huskies.

One of the first of their home games, UConn were nearing the end of their match against South Dakota State, essentially securing their win with double the points against the opposing team.

And of course, the star of the show whose name was plastered as the main event at every UConn game, was Paige Bueckers.

Her near perfect scoring this game couldn’t be refuted. The way she played like she had everything to lose, her dominance on the court, and her smile of confidence every time the ball she threw landed in the hoop was downright addicting to watch.

The girl had every pair of eyes in the room drawn to her. And, of course, that also meant yours.

Sat on the floor amongst your team, your pom poms shaking in an organised routine along with the other cheerleaders, you watched on with great interest. Basketball was always a sport you wouldn’t particularly choose to watch in your spare time, but ever since you joined the team, you had discovered a newfound passion for the game. And — much to your dismay — it was majorly because of the attractive blonde basketball player.

It was your first year on the cheerleading squad, after your best friend ( who sat to the right of you ) begged you with every fibre of her being to try out for the team. Her sole reasoning and main argument for you donning the cheerleader uniform was that you were desperately single, and needed a basketball girlfriend pronto. You, instead, wanted to join because you were tired of your boring routine: attending lectures, studying, occasionally partaking in a party your friends dragged you to, and ending most nights alone in your dorm, watching romance films until you felt the loneliness seeping into your body.

So far it was a welcome change, all the girls on the team were lovely and extremely friendly. You had briefly met some of the players you were cheering on but had yet to be fully introduced to them; you doubted you would be sitting down and swapping life stories with them anytime soon, however. Their schedules, especially with the new season, were probably completely hectic and busy, and you doubted they had time for even themselves.

Cheers erupted as Paige secured another hoop, you and the rest of the cheerleaders jumping up and celebrating the 3 point throw. Your best friend, Catherine, who was infamous for her constant teasing and outspoken attitude leant over and spoke with a shit-eating grin on her face, acting as if she was in on a massive secret that you weren’t. “Did you just see that look Bueckers gave you? Like you were a dessert she couldn’t wait to devour once the game is over?”

Your head whipped around to face her, an incredulous expression painted on your face. You laughed slightly at the out of the blue comment, not even a little surprised at the beyond ridiculous statement escaping from Cat’s mouth. “You’re kidding, right? Paige doesn’t even know I exist, she was probably looking at someone else.”

You sat down once more with the rest of your team, your best friend not willing to give up so easily with her taunting; the blush rising on your cheeks simply giving her more ammunition.

“C’mon, Y/N. Please don’t tell me you’re as blind as I think you are. That was, like, the third time Paige looked at you this game, and who could blame her? You look fucking sexy!”

Your rolled your eyes, shaking your head in flat out refusal. The stadium erupted into cheers for the millionth time that night; Paige aiding Sarah Strong to score a two pointer. The many pom poms surrounding you made it harder to hear a single word Cat was saying, and you thought it was for the better. You waited until the stadium calmed down somewhat before replying to her.

“Drop it, Cat. There’s no way Paige Bueckers was looking at me. I’m like — I dunno — an ant compared to her!”

Now it was Cat’s turn to roll her eyes, “Well to me it looked like Paige was ready to strip you naked with that one look, but what do I know?”

“Nothing, apparently.” Your conversation was cut short by the last score of the night, KK Arnold managing to sneak one last shot in before the timer quickly fell to 0, the score being 91-57 to UConn.

Your team quickly praised the win of your college, jumping up with the most enthusiasm that entire night. The players of both teams slapped hands in their traditional, respectful way, whilst you and the rest of the girls wasted no time jumping into your end of game cheer routine, a simple show of celebration for UConn that added to the atmosphere of excitement circulating the stadium.

After the quick show was over, the players made their rounds around the audience to show their appreciation, whilst you and your friends waited until most of the crowd had dispersed before exiting yourselves. Whilst biding your time, however, you just couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the famous blonde. Paige’s pony swished back and forth as she walked quickly with her team, her smile of pure euphoria an addicting sensation to you. And, much to your notice, the sweat on her body — the majority on her rather muscled arms and back — gleamed underneath the bright lighting.

Heat rose on your face as you imagined if there was some semblance of truth to Cat’s words, that the fine basketball player who captured many hearts of fans was actually interested in you. You quickly realised you were being ridiculous, however. The only way you were going to be with Paige Bueckers was in your dreams, and you were lucky if even that happened.

As if knowing there were a certain pair of eyes on her, Paige’s head turned in your direction, her heated gaze locked onto yours. Despite desperately not wanting to, you quickly turned away, biting your lip as you hopelessly wished Paige didn’t think you were a creepy fan obsessed cheerleader who stared at her constantly ( and maybe you were, but she didn’t need to know that ).

You willed yourself not to return her gaze as you collected your belongings and helped your team with the end of game shenanigans, partaking in conversations with a few of the girls to distract yourself from your sweaty palms and butterfly filled stomach.

At this point, you would do anything to get your mind off of the 6 foot girl who made your heart race a little too fast.

Every bone in Paige’s body ached, the delightful soreness of a game well played was Paige’s ideal end to the night; her aching muscles were a small price to pay for another hard earned win under her belt.

The feeling of being one game closer to the end of her time at UConn was bittersweet, but she had a long ways to go until the official goodbye of her college career; she would savour every moment knowing she worked her absolute hardest to get to the position she was in right now.

Scalding water trailed down her naked body, her hand pressed against the stone wall of the shower as she let the water soothe her throbbing muscles ever so slightly. She ran a hand down her face to remove the sweat of the match, droplets clinging to her eyelashes as she gazed upon the flooring of the stall.

Paige Bueckers was not one to linger in the shower for long. Much unlike Jana, who had the team wondering constantly if she somehow fell asleep in the shower stall because of how long the girl took. No, Paige was quick and efficient, not wanting to fall victim to the shower thoughts that would undoubtedly keep her trapped under the hot water. Despite her quick showers, though, Paige always made sure she was clean and smelled good before exiting.

Today, however, was different, because she had far too many thoughts that she wished to deal with before she left the stadium. And they all revolved around a new cheerleader, whose perfect, pretty face couldn’t escape her brain.

Paige had only seen her a handful of times before, noticing that she was a new member amongst the returning cheerleading team of the UConn women’s basketball.

Paige was not one to be distracted by pretty girls. Not like Aubrey, whose smooth talking and flirtatious ways had every lesbian in a mile radius in love with her. Paige was the opposite. She was aware of her sexuality — had known for years she was gay — but she lived and breathed basketball, and other than a few flings here and there, she focused her entire attention on the sport.

Until now, apparently.

Washing the shea butter shower gel gently of her skin, she exited the shower before her thoughts ran too deep. She donned her sports bra and sweats, throwing her towel over her shoulder as she entered the locker room, where most of her team were relaxing.

“There she is! How you feeling, Bueckers?”

Paige smiled at Kaitlyn, setting her towel on the side as she walked towards her open locker to retrieve her trainers. “Fucking sore is what I am, how’re you guys feeling?”

The girls answered in turn, conversations flowed about the game they just had, one of their best matches to start the season with. They had, of course, already delved into their run down of the match with Geno, so their talks now just focused on their joy of winning.

Spirits were high, and Paige savoured the moments of just relaxing with her team. And then, of course, KK Arnold: troublemaker and known for her jokes, had to open her mouth and taunt her favourite friend.

“So, Paige, do you wanna share with the class your undying love for the newest cheerleader?” The girl had a large grin on her face, her hand on her heart like she was narrating a Shakespeare novel in a drama class. She was clearly loving that she had a new target to tease her best friend with.

Paige scoffed, rolling her eyes lightheartedly at the comment, deciding not to reveal her true feelings out in the open. “Delusional is what you are, KK.”

Leaning against her locker, her arms crossed as a joyous smile appeared across her face, Azzi Fudd decided to betray her years of friendship with Paige to side with KK in the matter ( or that’s how Paige saw it as, anyhow ). “No, KK’s right, it must’ve been, what? One, three, ten times you must’ve stared at the girl?”

Sarah giggled at Azzi’s comment, piping up that she agreed with them both. “You gotta admit, Paige, it was basically love at first sight.”

“Okay, is it all gang up on Paige day? The fuck is this?” Paige reached for her hoodie, now wanting to escape from the group of hyenas as soon as possible. There were barely any secrets held back between the team, so Paige wasn’t exactly surprised they had picked up on her latest … crush.

The instigator began to laugh at the mess she created, KK standing up and reaching for her jacket. “Not that I can blame you, Paige, she is fucking gorgeous. If you don’t claim her soon, I might have to swoop in and—”

Paige, using the towel that lay on the bench, whacked KK’s arm, ignoring the dramatic yell the girl let out. The girls laughed, Aubrey piping up with a comment that Paige was already protective of her future girlfriend.

“Look, I don’t even know her name, let alone if she’s gay,” Paige sighed, begrudgingly admitting to her friends the next part. “Besides I don’t think she’s interested, she couldn’t even look at me.”

“Yeah, because you’re Paige fucking Bueckers. Of course she’s nervous as shit to look at you!” KK retorted.

Ayanna, strapping her bag across her chest in a hurry to no doubt see her girlfriend, even put her two cents in. “Yeah, when I went over to Lili at the end, your girl was basically sneaking glances at you every 5 seconds.”

“Yeah, I know her best friend, Cat. Apparently, she’s just an extremely shy person.” Azzi leant over to put her trainers on, tying her laces as she added, “Oh, her name’s Y/N by the way.”

Ignoring their teasing until they had another conversation to focus on, Paige couldn’t help but think of the new cheerleader with her cute doe eyes, shy smile, and perfect uniform that fit snugly against her body. She didn’t know if there was any truth to Ayanna’s comment, but it did nothing to help her heartbeat slow.

Y/N, a pretty name for a pretty girl. Fuck, she thought, she was completely fucking screwed.

Attending a party was honestly the last thing on your mind tonight. When your new friend on the team, Hanna, had knocked upon your door and dragged you out of your dorm with a quick explanation of ‘party!’ you knew you had no choice but to agree.

The majority of the cheer squad were holed up in Hanna’s rather large dorm, Cat focused on applying a generous amount of makeup on her face before dragging you to sit by her side, demanding you pretty up for your future girlfriend. “Paige will definitely be there tonight. They can’t drink alcohol, but them players party hard. Trust me.”

It didn’t take long for you all to get ready and make your way to the party. You had to borrow one of Hanna’s roommate’s outfits, a black mini skirt and a crop top that showed far too much cleavage than you were comfortable with. Your friends spoke the opposite, however, saying unabashedly how sexy you looked.

The bodies of young college adults either high or drunk mingled in the large house, music blaring and lights flashing as you entered.

It didn’t take long for you to loosen up, two drinks in and you were beginning to feel the normalcies of college life. You weren’t drunk by any means, just not as sober as you were entering the party. Cat, much to your amusement, was chatting up her latest fling, the closeness she had with the guy basically inferred that she would most likely be leaving with him tonight. Of course, as she always did, she would make sure you were okay first before she left.

You had gone to collect another drink whilst Cat was busy, deciding three was your maximum for tonight. On your way over, however, you accidentally bumped into someone. Your eyes looked up to see Dylan, a guy in your business class who often overstepped his boundaries with you. Flirty comments and unwanted advances were usually his forte.

“Oh, hey, look who it is.” Dylan wolf whistled as he looked you up and down, not at all shy with his gaze. He was definitely drunk, barely standing straight as his speech began to slur. “Damn, you look hot as fuck, Y/N.”

You winced at his words. For one: you were a lesbian, and even if you didn’t shout it from the rooftops, it was pretty obvious to anyone who knew you. And second: even if you were interested in guys, you were 101% sure that Dylan would be at the bottom of that fucking list. But still, your shy demeanour meant you hated confrontation, so you tried your best to be polite.

“Um, thanks, I guess.” You attempted to quickly move around him to avoid any further conversation, but his large frame was blocking the table where the drinks were located. “I just wanted to get a drink is all—”

“Hey Y/N?” He attempted to grab your waist, one that you thankfully managed to dodge. Still, he attempted his best to move closer to you. “You wanna get outta here? You know, go somewhere a little more private?”

You immediately shook your head in refusal, wanting to move backwards to escape his presence but bodies of dancing people made you unable to do so. You weren’t exactly the shortest person, but your height wasn’t much compared to a 5’11 guy who filled every checklist of a stereotypical jock. He was either too drunk to get the hint or simply didn’t care. You spoke with a more pleading tone now. “No, I’m not interested—”

“Hey!” A loud — and rather aggressive — voice shouted out overtop of the deafening music beating against every surface in the house. At first the voice seemed distant, but you soon recognised that the person was behind you, getting closer as she continued to speak with hostility laced within every syllable. “Get the fuck away from her.”

Turning your head to look at your saviour, you almost couldn’t believe it when Paige Bueckers sidestepped around you, wasting no time before instantly shoving your harasser off of you. She was not gentle with her push, and Dylan was more than shaken up, stumbling back a few steps from the force of the blow. Her height also helped somewhat, she stood a few inches taller than him and she basically towered over you, stepping in front of you so her whole body covered yours.

To your belief, the guy was bordering on an absolute moronic level of drunk. Completely ignoring the fact that he nearly fell into the table behind him, he attempted to lighten the mood, despite having a pissed off, 6 foot basketball player in front of him. “Oh shit, Paige Bueckers!— ”

Paige didn’t even allow him to finish his sentence before interrupting him, standing somewhat close to him so he could hear her every word, but not straying too far from you. You could barely see Dylan because of her frame obscuring your view. “I fucking swear,” she began, gritting her teeth as anger seeped through her every word. “If you ever go near her again, I will fuck you up. You hear me?”

Despite being content with never seeing his face again, you desperately wanted to witness his reaction to Paige’s vitriol, so you stood on your toes to look over her shoulder. What you saw satisfied you immensely, a choked laugh escaping your lips.

Dylan’s face was full of intimidation and fear, nodding his head vigorously to show he understood what Paige had demanded. At least even in his drunken stupor, he was smart enough to not pull out the macho man card, and accepted that he was simply in a losing battle.

“Good,” Paige nodded, her tone now emanating with a calmer, less aggressive rage. “Now, fuck off.”

He quickly scampered away, losing himself in the crowd of dancing bodies clambering together. Paige watched on for a couple of seconds, ensuring he was far away from you. You were almost dumbfounded at what had just happened, the whole moment going by far too quickly for you to decipher it.

Paige soon turned back to you, her gaze settling on yours within an instant. The tension between the two of you was so palpable you could almost feel it in the air, and you quickly took your chance to admire her, your eyes roaming over her entire physique.

Her hair was slicked back in her infamous bun, the studs in her ears matching the simple chain around her neck. She wore a UConn hoodie and black jeans, a casual outfit that had you looking rather overdressed when compared to her. She had no makeup on her face, and the confidence she displayed mixed with just her in general was such a turn on for you that you had to calm yourself down before she spoke.

Paige gave you a brief look up and down, her eyes settling on yours as she took a step closer, head bent ever so slightly to accommodate the size difference. “Hey,” she spoke, her voice miles softer now it was directed towards you. “Are you okay? The guys around here can be fucking assholes.”

You kept your gaze on her blue eyes, finding it a million times harder now to draw your stare away that you were so close. You couldn’t help but think to yourself how fucking hot she looked: her outfit, the way she tilted her head so she could hear you when you eventually spoke, how she gripped her phone in her hand, the way her hand flexed as she gripped her phone, just her fingers in general—

Basically, you were fucking screwed.

And then, you realised you hadn’t even answered her back, because you were too busy fucking staring at her. Idiot.

“Oh! Um.” You shook your head to attempt to get rid of the dirty thoughts laced within every part of your brain where Paige was concerned, and attempted to muster a normal conversation with the girl. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. Thank you so much for that, you honestly didn’t have to.”

Paige took her chance to move one step closer, the closeness between the two of you now doing nothing to help calm your racing heart. She shook her head in refusal. “Nah, I can’t stand it when ugly as fuck guys refuse to leave pretty girls alone.”

Oh. Oh.

Despite the almost dark lighting in the place, — harshy lit leds being the only source of light in the room — you could feel feel how flushed your cheeks were, the heat of nervousness rushing to your head.

Paige fucking Bueckers just called you pretty. You honestly wouldn’t be shocked if you had a heart attack in the middle of this party; your heart was basically threatening to jump out of your chest with how fast it was beating.

You couldn’t help the cheesy smile that graced your lips. Your grin so wide as you avoided eye contact, tucking your hair behind your ear as you glanced at the floor, building up the courage to take a step further towards her, nearing chest to chest with the girl. Raising your eyes to hers, you managed to take ahold of your shy nature to give her a proper reply.

“Well, I appreciate it. Seriously, thank you.” You debated asking your next question, but decided your usual nervous personality was being thrown out the window tonight. “Are you here with anyone?”

Paige smirked, probably taking your question as you flirting … which you definitely were. You didn’t have too much practice when it came to chatting up girls, as you were usually too oblivious to notice when they were interested in you. Luckily, Cat’s comments earlier that day about how Paige was attracted to you had taken root in your brain, making you more confident than you usually were.

Your eyes were fixated on her every move, especially when her tongue poked the side of her cheek; the motion had you so focused it was hard to draw your eyes away. She probably took notice to your constant staring, but honestly, it was almost impossible to look away from her. Simply put, she was addicting.

Paige tucked her hands into her hoodie pocket before replying. “Just my team, most of them are out there flirting though, so I got left behind.” The music then changed, switching from a calm R&B song to a more upbeat and deafening pop tune, making it all the more harder to hear each other.

Paige bent her head closer to you, her mouth hovering near your ear, her lips just barely brushing your skin as she spoke. The breath that escaped her had goosebumps trailing all along your body, starting from the back of your neck and moving downwards. The close proximity did nothing to calm you down by any means, only heightening the sexual tension that was already amid the air between the two of you. “And you?”

The now extreme closeness had you stumbling over your words, making it all the more obvious how affected you were by her mere presence. “I-I came here with my team as well, but I don’t have a clue where any of them are. My best friend is probably making out with some guy.”

Your eyes settled on the drink table, and quickly averted your gaze. Nothing seemed less appealing to you than drinking another sip of alcohol tonight, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were literally flirting with Paige Bueckers, you wouldn’t be lingering at this party at all. You decided to voice that to her, even if you wanted to stay to spend every second you could with the girl.

“Honestly, I was just gonna go home after one more drink. Partying’s not really my scene. Especially with what happened before…”

You took your chance to face Paige, wanting to see her face fully and not glimpse at her out of the corner of your eye. Her gaze softened, her tone becoming more gentle after your confession.

“Hey.” Her hand automatically reached for your waist, her tender touch settling on the bare expanse of your skin. Immediately, your nerves were set on fire, your face heating up as you felt Paige’s caress. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, you were beginning to feel turned on at the feel of even a simple touch from the basketball player.

You had just met her, and yet you couldn’t help but feel so deeply attracted to her.

She carried on speaking as if nothing was amiss. “You wanna leave? I can take you to your dorm if you want? I was gonna leave soon, anyway.”

You were rendered speechless for a slight second, taken aback by the kind gesture. It probably wouldn’t seem like much to someone else, but this was Paige Bueckers. You know, famous basketball player who had everyone falling at her feet. She probably had a million other important things to do tonight than walk you home. And yet, she was offering anyway.

Fuck. You were falling deeper than you realised.

“You … you’d do that? You’d walk me home?”

“Yeah,” Paige laughed at your expression, assuming you looked absolutely dumbfounded. “I’d rather you get home safe, I don’t trust that slimy fucker not to bother you again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. Paige dropped her hand from your waist, and you immediately began mourning the loss of her touch. “I think you scared him off for good.”

“I fucking better had.” She replied seriously, briefly — but not subtly — flicking her eyes one last time up and down your body before adding one more comment. “You ready to go now then, Ma?”

You nodded, a shy smile planting itself upon your face at the nickname. Her hand once again found your waist, and it was almost like she was craving the touch of you; not that you were complaining. Odd to think, it was like Paige’s hand was meant to be there, both of your bodies fitting together in all the right places.

You two soon made your way outside, breathing in fresh air and escaping the bustling crowd of drunk college students. You quickly sent a text to Cat, wanting to let her know where and who you were with, adding sporadically at the end of the message that you would let her know all the details tomorrow.

The odd person was seen loitering outside the building, either drunk, high, or sober enough to walk home. You and Paige soon escaped the presence of others, and found yourselves alone in the other’s company.

Even though the silence in the air was comfortable, you still wanted to fill it with conversation; selfishly just wanting to listen to Paige talk. You didn’t get a chance before you began to shiver, however, the cold air settling goosebumps along your skin. Paige, not walking too far from you, began to notice the shaking movement. “Hey, you cold?”

“Oh,” you started to reply. “I’ll be okay.”

Paige began reaching for the bottom of her hoodie, pulling the piece of clothing off her body. As she did so, you caught a glimpse of her stomach, her shirt riding up with the movement. Your breath hitched, immediately looking away so Paige didn’t catch you staring obsessively at her. It seemed too late though by the smirk on Paige’s face.

“Here,” she said, stopping you in your tracks and popping the hoodie over your head despite your protests. Your hair was quite frankly a mess after that, and Paige couldn’t help but tuck a piece behind your ear while you pulled your arms through. “Now you won’t freeze to death on my watch.”

“Thank you.” You laughed heartily, “You’re my knight in shining armour tonight.” The sweet smell of Paige’s perfume lingered on the hoodie, and you turned your head to bury your nose in the hood settling on your shoulder. It looked like you were attempting to heat your face up in the warm material, but secretly you just wanted to catch more of Paige’s scent.

Whether it was Paige’s obvious actions towards you, or your own confidence growing by the second, you decided for once in your life to be bold. You decided it was now or never to go after something you truly wanted, and to not let your shy self stop you.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Damn, one more thing, Ma? You’re a needy one.” Paige joked, purposefully walking into you, nudging her shoulder against yours to show her banter.

You jokingly rolled your eyes, biting your lip as the smile on your face faltered ever so slightly as you began to speak. “Earlier today, at the game … was it me you were looking at? I mean, if you were staring at some other girl, it would be no problem at all! I was just wondering—”

You were soon cut off from your rambling. Despite walking for a good length of time, you hadn’t even realised the two of you had reached the building to your dorm. The reason you were stopped short was because someone — coincidentally— walked out of the building the same time you and Paige neared the entrance. The universe, as you interpreted it, was basically saying fuck you.

You were honestly embarrassed by your question, and you started to feel annoyed at yourself for ruining what seemed to be the almost perfect night. You and Paige were quickly in the elevator to go to your room, and you were somewhat confused as to why she was accompanying you.

The two of you were soon outside your dorm room, having not said a single word to each other since you had spoken up before. You turned around to face Paige, not wanting to end the night on a sour note, never knowing if you were going to speak to her again. Maybe a little dramatic, but she was essentially a celebrity on campus, and you were an unknown cheerleader who was a regular student. It wasn’t likely you two would cross paths like this again.

Paige, however, must’ve had the same thought, as the two of you began to speak at the exact same time. “Hey, I’m so sorry for—”

“Shit, Y/N, I—”

You both stopped, laughing slightly at the incredulous moment. Her smile was honestly addicting to witness, the fondness in your heart growing ever more bigger at every single thing Paige did. The tone turned serious once more, Paige now being the one to speak up, rambling as she let her thoughts out without missing a beat.

“Fuck — to answer your question, of course I was looking at you during the game. I mean, you’re fucking gorgeous.” She raised her hand to scratch the back of her neck in a nervous gesture, her accent coming out stronger now. “It sounds cringey as fuck but I honestly couldn’t help myself. Usually basketball is what I focus on, but recently … I don’t know, you’ve changed that, and I barely fucking know you and you’ve basically got me falling at your feet—”

This time, you couldn’t help yourself.

You reached up to kiss her, your hands looping around her neck as you lost yourself in the kiss. Paige immediately reciprocated, her head turning to the side to fully immerse herself into the kiss. Her hands reached back to rest on your waist, the touch warm and welcoming on your skin.

The kiss soon turned heated, Paige’s tongue quickly gaining entry into your mouth, all the while pushing you up against your door, her hand coming up to rest beside your head. After what seemed like a lifetime of making out, her knee found its place between your legs, allowing you to grind up against her; your mini skirt basically non-existent as it rode up your thighs, making it easier for Paige to move her leg, gently applying pressure on your pussy.

You weren’t this kind of girl — you know, hooking up with someone like five minutes into meeting them — but with Paige, it was different. It was like the two of you had known each other for months with how comfortable you were.

“Fuck— Paige.” You whimpered, resting your head on her shoulder as she began to kiss down your neck, licking occasionally and varying her kisses from gentle to hard. It was like she was mapping out your body, wanting to get familiar with every inch of it. She took her time doing this, as if she was savouring every single moment, committing each act to memory to reminisce on later.

“You wanna do this, Ma?” She breathed out, kissing her way back up to your lips before pulling away, looking you in the eyes whilst speaking. Her knee wasn’t letting up between your legs, the pressure building in your stomach. You closed your eyes, leaning your head back onto the wall to maintain your posture. She placed her hand on the side of your face, her thumb playing with your bottom lip as you opened your eyes to gaze upon her face.

“I’m gonna need an answer, baby.”

A slight moan escaped your lips, and you hoped to God the other people in their dorms were either at the party or fast asleep. You nodded in response to her question, “Yeah— yes.”

Paige smiled at your answer. You knew that if you had said no, Paige would’ve accepted that without question, and immediately would have left you alone. That was the last thing you wanted, though. The tension between the both of you, was too high to simply be abandoned, and you desperately didn’t want to say goodbye to her. Selfishly, you wanted her all to yourself tonight.

Turning around, you dug your hand in Paige’s hoodie for the keys you had placed there earlier and fumbled to unlock the door. Paige, who seemingly couldn’t help herself, placed her hands dangerously low on your back, kissing the side of your neck once more as you finally opened the door.

You dragged Paige into your room, pulling her by the arm as she shut the door behind the both of you. She didn’t waste a second before pulling you into her, her mouth attacking yours once more. She reached to rid you of her hoodie, throwing it carelessly across the room.

In your haste to get ready hours before, you had left one lamp on, and the dim lighting in the room was all you needed. It added to the sexual atmosphere now pulsating around the room.

You backed up until you felt your knees hit the edge of your bed. Paige reached down to hoist you onto the bed, gently leaning over you until your back was flush against the mattress. She had one hand propped on the bed next to your head whilst the other was on your waist; simultaneously kissing you while her hand moved lower and lower, teasing you slowly.

You whined pathetically, knowing at this point the only thought in your brain was Paige. You had never crushed so hard on someone so quickly before, and the evidence of that was clear in your body. Your pussy began to throb at the mere touch Paige was giving you, and you desperately needed her to alleviate the pressure.

Paige, however, seemed to have different thoughts. Her touch was slow and teasing, wanting you to feel every single inch of her caresses as she ran her hands up and down your body.

You appreciated that she wanted to take her time with you, but you desperately needed her to do something. You decided to give her some ammunition to speed up the process. You leaned up to gently bite her lower lip, licking and kissing her mouth with an almost desperate fervour.

You leaned back to view her face, her expression full of want and lust as she watched you rid yourself of your mini skirt, throwing it across the room to join her hoodie. Paige’s hand immediately went to one of your thighs, moving her touch up and down while she chuckled slightly. “Damn, Ma. You’re a feisty one, huh?”

You leaned up again to kiss her, this time slow and steady. “I just need you.” You basically whispered, the sexual tension almost becoming unbearable for you to endure much longer.

Teasing you no more, she reached down to kiss you, hard, a satisfied smile growing on her face. Her hand found itself on your underwear, the thin g-string doing nothing to conceal how wet you were, the tight material clinging to your pussy. Paige didn’t waste a second before removing it from your body, leaning down to whisper in your ear as she flung the piece of clothing aside.

“Don’t worry, baby. I gotchu.”

She rid you of the last piece of clothing you were wearing — your top, and thank goodness you decided to forgo a bra tonight — and didn’t waste one more second before diving into you.

Her hand reached down to your pussy, her fingers mapping out every inch of your folds; your wetness making it so much easier for her to feel her way around. She purposefully danced around your clit, knowing where the small bud was but not yet touching it, all to make you moan and beg pathetically underneath her.

She didn’t leave your boobs alone, either. Her mouth wrapped around your right nipple, sucking and playfully biting it. Only when she felt that one had received enough attention did she move onto the next, giving the sensitive peak the same treatment — more so biting it to once again tease you even farther.

“Fuck… Paige, please.” You begged, and only then when your breath hitched did she turn her attention to your clit, rolling the bud between her fingers. You let out a full moan, closing your eyes and feeling her mouth on yours, her tongue gaining access, kissing you seductively and turning you on even more than you thought possible.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” She whispered against your lips, kissing away your loud whimper as she entered a finger into you, pumping it easily with how slick you were. You didn’t think you had ever been this wet in your whole life.

“All because of you.” You managed to get out, wanting her to know only she could make you like this, fucked out dumb on your own bed. You just wanted the feel of her all over you, and she was giving you exactly that.

She easily slipped a second finger in — probably gaining confidence because of your comment — and she skilfully began to curl her fingers whilst pumping them inside you, her other hand busy playing with your clit.

It sounded dramatic as fuck to say, but you swear you began to see stars, the dark lighting in the room doing nothing to help your vision.

“Paige! Fuck, please … kiss me.” You begged. You decided you would save your dignity for the moment and be embarrassed by how pathetic you sounded later.

Paige must’ve thought the opposite to you, however, as she quickly followed your request, kissing you while continuing with her movements, not letting up with the speed. She gazed upon your face, and thought it was kind of hard to see her because of the darkness, you knew she was gazing at you with pure admiration. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her words were what tipped you over the edge. You let out a small gasp, you hand gripping her toned arm as Paige began to kiss down your neck, letting you cum. “Fuck,” you whined, convulsing around her fingers as your thighs began to shake.

“That’s it, Ma, just let it out.” She spoke into your ear, her fingers not easing up until she milked every last drop out of your orgasm. You knew then, for a fact, that Paige definitely enjoyed making you cum. She removed her fingers, giving you pussy a slight slap as she leaned back, licking her fingers right in front of you.

“Fuck… you taste sweet.” She smiled, rendering you speechless for what seemed like minutes. You decided you were far from done for the night. Despite having just cum, you honestly craved another orgasm. Not that there were a lot, but your past experience never had you as desperate as Paige did.

Just now realising you were the only one naked, you reached up to kiss her once more. Reaching for the bottom of her top, Paige pulled it off, your pussy throbbing with a deep desire when you saw that she was without a bra, too. “Round two already, baby?”

“You’re driving me crazy.” Was all you replied, watching as Paige stood to remove her jeans, her boxers pulling down with the movement as well. She soon hovered over you once more, returning her mouth to yours. You, however, soon decided to try and give her the pleasure she had graced you with tonight, wanting to thank her in your own way.

You gently flipped her over, her height and athletic stature made it almost impossible to manhandle her the way she did you. Paige seemed to enjoy the direction you were taking this, however, as she quickly slid her hands over your waist and ass, squeezing slightly as you bent down to kiss her sensually.

Her hand reached up to wrap around your neck lightly, moving her hand down to squeeze one of your boobs. “You’re killing me. You know that, right?”

Now it was your turn to smile, deigning not to reply as you sat back. Your thighs were straddled around her hips, your pussy just shy of touching Paige’s. Maintaining eye contact, you began to lower yourself on top of her, both of your folds merging together the best they could in the position you were in.

“Shit, baby.” Paige breathed out, your high whining and her low moans mixing together as you began to ride her, moving backwards and forwards, picking up speed eventually. You mentally thanked yourself for joining the cheerleading squad, as it allowed you to gain stamina you definitely did not have before.

Paige’s hands gripped your hips, helping your body move fluidly. If possible, it made you even wetter to see the veins flexing in her hands and arms, the many hours of bouncing a ball giving Paige unimaginable strength.

You whined, your body giving your all as you picked up speed, Paige gripping your chin to bring your head down to her level, kissing you before flipping you over. You were now on the bottom; she lifted one of your legs, your thighs now slotting between Paige’s as she began to grind her pussy against yours.

“Paige! … Mmph.” You whined. This new angle had your clits rubbing together, the mix of Paige’s wetness and your cum making it so easy for Paige to basically fuck you. She had one hand wrapped around your thigh and the other around the side of your face, still gentle as ever in her touch as she leaned down to kiss you.

“You gonna give me one more?” She breathed against your lips, not letting up in her movements. You couldn’t even give her an answer, as before you knew it another orgasm was ripped from you.

All you could do was whimper Paige’s name over and over as she began to quicken her movements, chasing her own high. It wasn’t long before her hips began to stutter, her own orgasm ripping through her body.

She began to slow in her movements, her face slotting in between your neck as you both tried to catch your breath. “That was…” You began to speak, your voice soft and damn near broken. “…wow.”

Paige’s breath hitched with a laugh, moving her body off of yours and under your sheets, lightly draping them over the both of you. “Damn right it was.”

You didn’t hesitate before curling your body into hers, wrapping your leg around one of Paige’s as you buried your head into the side of her neck. She easily slid an arm around around you, dragging you as close she possibly could.

You were silent for a few moments, realising how deep you felt in your attraction to the basketball player. You knew for a fact that you didn’t want to say goodbye to her anytime soon, knowing your fragile heart was already clinging onto her.

You spoke in a hushed tone, needing to say the words before they consumed your every thought. “Was this, uh, a one time thing?”

You felt Paige’s head turn to look at you, her hand cradling your face as she attempted to pull your face to gaze at her. You were still too nervous to look into her eye, but she wouldn’t let your comment slide without intervention. “C’mon, baby. Let me see your face.”

You let her gently move your face until it was eye level with hers, not helping herself as she placed a delicate kiss on your lips. “I ain’t letting you go, Ma. I promise. I’ve never… felt this way about anyone. I think I’m fucking falling for you.”

You smiled shyly, your heart fluttering with such warmth and joy it was hard to wipe away. Your own hand reached up to Paige’s face, moving your thumb gently across her cheek as you turned to kiss the hand that was cradling your face.

“Good,” you spoke. Confidence now creeping into your words. “Because I feel the exact same way.”

Paige smiled, the heartfelt motion warming you. She leaned in to kiss you once more. The hour was late, and yet all she could think of was spending every minute wrapped up in your body. The two of you feel asleep in that position, comfortable and safe in the other’s arms.