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bueckersworld · 28 days ago

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AFTER THE LIGHTS

SYNOPSIS: on the night of paige’s wnba draft, the spotlight is on her—but all she sees is you. from a public kiss on national tv, to a private night full of passion and promises, the two of you celebrate her biggest moment yet, wrapped in pride, love, and the kind of intimacy that makes the world fall away. — REQUEST

WARNINGS: smut — mdni, pussy eating (r!receiving)

WORD COUNT: 2.2k. info. masterlist. taglist.

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the ballroom is buzzing, the energy electric, but you barely hear a thing. not after she walked in.

you’d been sitting at one of the small tables off to the side, nursing a flute of champagne, trying to stay out of the way and out of the spotlight. you’re used to paige drawing all the attention—it’s been that way since the day you met her—but nothing prepared you for this.

the room had gone still the second she entered.

jet-black suit hugging her frame just right. collar dusted with shimmer. no shirt underneath—just a teasing expanse of toned skin, a dip between her collarbones that made your breath catch. and jewelry. so much jewelry. rings, earrings, chains stacked at her neck like she knew exactly what she was doing. her hair was down, soft waves falling over her shoulders, framing a face that looked too unreal to be walking around on earth.

you blinked, and the world came back in pieces—voices, music, cameras flashing. but you didn’t move.

she spotted you across the room, gave you that look—one brow lifted slightly, corners of her mouth twitching up like she knew exactly what kind of power she held over you. and she did. she always had.

but tonight? tonight she knew you were weak for her, and she was playing with it.

by the time she made it across the room to you, you were barely holding it together. you stood, hands shaking just a little, not sure if you were supposed to hug her or just stare at her forever.

“hey,” she said, like she hadn’t just ruined you.

your eyes flicked down to the deep cut of her blazer and back up. “seriously?” you whispered, leaning in. “you’re gonna show up looking like that?”

she smirked. “you like it?”

you swallowed hard. “unfortunately, yes.”

paige stepped closer, brushing her hand down your arm in a way that looked innocent but set your skin on fire. “you’re supposed to be proud of me tonight,” she teased. “not flustered.”

“i am proud,” you said, voice lower. “just also very distracted.”

the moment held—close enough to kiss, close enough to forget where you were—but she pulled back, linking her fingers with yours instead. “come on,” she said, tugging you toward the crowd. “let’s celebrate.”

⸻

she got picked early, like everyone expected. cameras panned to her the moment her name was called, and you stood right behind her as she hugged her family, the coaching staff, her agent, and then you.

you didn’t expect her to kiss you on live tv.

just a quick one. soft, but sure. one hand on your waist, one tucked behind your neck, pulling you in with that quiet confidence only she had. you barely heard the commentators lose their minds as you melted into her.

after the buzz, after the cameras moved on to the next pick, paige didn’t let you go far. her hand stayed at the small of your back, occasionally trailing up to your shoulder or down to your hip. you couldn’t stop glancing at her—how her jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass under the lights, how the diamonds at her neck sparkled every time she moved, how the silk lapel of her blazer parted just so.

she leaned into your ear while people around you clinked glasses. “you keep staring like that and i’m gonna think you’re undressing me with your eyes.”

you blinked at her. “i absolutely am.”

that grin again. mischievous, knowing. “noted.”

⸻

later that night, when the room started emptying out and the adrenaline wore off, paige found you again, this time with two drinks in hand and a tired kind of softness in her eyes.

“come with me,” she said.

you didn’t ask where. you just followed.

she led you out through the back of the ballroom and into the hallway, heels clicking against polished marble as the night quieted behind you. you made it to the elevator, and when the doors closed, she finally let the front drop.

“i’m exhausted,” she said, leaning her head back against the elevator wall.

you tilted your head. “mentally or physically?”

paige gave you a lopsided smile. “both. but mostly emotionally. it’s… a lot.”

you stepped closer, resting your hand on her chest gently. “i’m proud of you. so proud i can’t even put it into words.”

she looked down at you, eyes softening. “you’ve been with me through all of it,” she said. “i wouldn’t have gotten here without you.”

“you would’ve,” you said, shaking your head. “but i’m glad i got to be there. every second of it.”

when the elevator opened onto your floor, she reached for your hand again without even thinking. her fingers felt cool against yours, her rings clicking lightly. you followed her down the hallway, heart hammering, every step filled with anticipation.

you both stepped into her hotel room. door shut. lights dim.

then, silence.

you stood there for a second, just watching her. the way she tugged her rings off slowly, setting them down on the nightstand. you stared again. you didn’t even try to hide it.

she noticed.

“still distracted?” she asked.

you nodded. “you have no idea.”

paige crossed the room in a few slow steps and stopped right in front of you. one hand lifted to your jaw, thumb brushing just under your lip. her voice dipped low. “i think i do.”

she kissed you like she meant it. no stage, no cameras. just her mouth on yours, slow and deep and dizzying. you leaned into her, hands finding her waist, the smooth fabric of her pants beneath your fingers. you could feel her smile against your lips.

“you looked so good tonight,” you murmured.

her hands slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against her. “only for you.”

you blinked at her. “liar.”

she laughed softly. “okay. maybe a little bit for the league.”

you kissed her again before she could say anything else. this time longer. hungrier. your fingers curled into her hair, tugging gently until she sighed into your mouth.

eventually, she pulled away and rested her forehead against yours. “i can’t believe it’s over,” she whispered.

you cupped her face. “it’s not over. it’s just starting.”

she kissed you again, something possessive in the way her lips moved against yours—slow, confident, like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

your hands slid down her blazer, nails grazing the glitter-covered collar, tugging her closer until there was no space left between you.

paige’s lips barely left yours when she started to move, trailing along your jaw and down your neck, leaving behind heat and shivers in her wake.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, baby,” she murmured, her voice low and rough, hands gliding up the tops of your thighs to grip your hips tight.

her fingers found the zipper of your dress and dragged it down slowly, teasing, letting the straps slip off your shoulders one by one until the fabric dropped to the floor in a soft heap. your bra followed a second later, unclasped without effort, her gaze never once leaving your face.

you didn’t even get a chance to breathe before she was pushing you back onto the bed, her lips returning to your neck, then lower—pressing warm kisses across your collarbone, your sternum, your stomach…

she dropped to her knees between your legs, spreading them gently, like she was opening a gift.

then she looked up at you—eyes dark, hungry—with that smug little smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“i got you this wet, huh?” she whispered, dragging your panties down painfully slow. “just me?”

you nodded, breath hitching. “only you—”

“mm,” she hummed, leaning in and wrapping her lips around your clit without warning.

your hips bucked up immediately, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat.

her tongue flicked across you deliberately, groaning against your skin like the taste alone could drive her mad. “so fuckin’ sweet,” she muttered, licking deeper, messier, hungrier.

“mmph—paige…” you moaned, arching your back, your head falling back against the pillows as pleasure rolled through you in thick waves.

her hands held your thighs open, fingers gripping hard enough to leave marks as she devoured you like she hadn’t eaten in days. she didn’t stop. not when you begged her to slow down. not when your legs started trembling. she needed you—desperately, fiercely, like she was proving something.

“paige—please…” you whimpered, fisting her hair as the tension built too fast, too strong.

and then she gave you more.

two fingers slipped inside you, curling just right, syncing with the rhythm of her mouth.

“oh fuck—!” you cried out, your back arching so high you nearly came off the bed. her fingers fucked you hard, steady, curling deeper with every thrust.

“tell me this pussy’s mine,” she growled against you, lips brushing your clit between words.

you choked on a moan. “it’s yours—it’s all yours, paige…”

she moaned into you, tongue circling your clit again, and that was it.

you shattered—legs trembling, body shaking, a cry ripping from your throat as your orgasm slammed into you hard. it stole the air from your lungs, left you boneless beneath her.

paige didn’t move right away. she slowed her fingers gently, working you through every aftershock, peppering soft kisses along your inner thighs as she finally pulled away.

she rested her head on your stomach, arms wrapped around your hips, just holding you for a moment.

“you good?” she asked softly, voice thick and low.

you ran your fingers through her hair, still panting. “you’re insane…”

she smiled against your skin. “only for you.”

you laughed breathlessly, tugging her up until she was lying beside you, pulling the covers over both of you. she leaned in, kissed your shoulder, then your cheek, then your lips again—gentler this time, like she was kissing you back to life.

and when you curled into her chest, heart still racing, she whispered, “told you i needed you.”

⸻

later, when you were curled up beside her in bed, the city lights casting gold against her skin, paige traced lazy circles on your bare arm. she looked thoughtful, her brows pinched just slightly.

“what’s going on in that brain?” you asked.

she hesitated. “what if it all changes now? what if the travel, the pressure, the distance… what if it pulls us apart?”

you shook your head immediately. “it won’t.”

“you say that like it’s easy.”

“no, i say that because i know what we have. and i know i’d never let that happen.”

paige rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand. “promise?”

“always,” you said.

she kissed your shoulder. “you’re stuck with me now, you know.”

“i’ve been stuck,” you teased.

her fingers trailed down your spine. “good.”

silence settled again, but it wasn’t heavy. it was full. full of everything you couldn’t say out loud in the chaos of earlier. full of all the looks you shared across the room, all the words you whispered into her neck, all the pride you felt watching her live her dream.

you looked at her then, really looked at her. her long lashes, her flushed cheeks, the slow rise and fall of her chest. you knew this was just the beginning. new cities, new teams, new challenges. but you also knew you’d be there. front row, always.

she turned to you just before falling asleep and whispered, “thank you for loving me through everything.”

and you whispered back, “always.”

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