───୨ৎ.. 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 paige loves the way you react when she calls you a slut.
───୨ৎ.. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 degradation, smut - mdni, dom!paige, sub!reader, stressed!paige, strap-on sex, strap referred to as paige’s dick
───୨ৎ.. 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 kinktober day 3. need her to use me i fear..
𝑃𝐵𝟧 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
PAIGE HAD BEEN WOUND TIGHT for days. tighter than you’d ever seen her. between practices, media, and the weight of everyone’s expectations, she was barely sleeping, barely eating, barely breathing. you tried to comfort her at first, gentle touches and quiet words, but nothing seemed to reach her.
until one night, she showed up at your apartment without saying a word. her jaw was clenched, her eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite read. the silence between you buzzed like static. she didn’t talk about what was wrong. she never did, but you could feel it in the way she grabbed you, in the way her frustration spilled over, using you as the only outlet she could control.
you didn’t stop her. you never did. because somewhere between her sharp exhales and trembling hands, you knew this was how she found her calm again.
her lips smashed against yours, her fingers digging into your hips, surely leaving them bruised.
she lifted you as if you weighed nothing, carrying you into the bedroom.
“gonna take whatever i give you, yeah?” she muttered, dropping you onto the bed, her hands already pushing your legs apart.
you could only nod, the strength to push her away lost somewhere in the crush of her mouth.
SHE WAS RUTHLESS. her hips slamming into the back of your thighs as she pinned your knees to your chest.
“yeah, take it, mama,” she groaned, “such a fuckin’ slut for me... y’just let me use ya.”
your back arched, a helpless, immediate response to the word. she looked you in the eye, your mouth a silent 'o' of shock and pleasure. she was so deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over.
“like when i’m mean t’ya?” she whispered, “know ya do. ya so fuckin’ pathetic. dirty fuckin’ girl likes bein’ used.” she spat, and her thrust grew brutal, a punishment you craved.
you whined, clinging to her shoulder. “yeah, take that shit,” she growled, her eyes locked on where you met, the white rim forming at the base of her cock.
her nails bit into your thighs as she held them to your chest. “gonna come..!” you whimpered, your head tipping back.
“yeah? come, baby. show me how much of a slut ya are,” she groaned, “cmon, ma, come on my cock.”
and you did, the knot in your stomach snapping immediately.
she fucked you into oblivion, riding out your high, but even the tremors didn't slow her down.
you tried to squirm away. you did.
“nuh uh. not done with you, baby.” she shook her head, the predatory smirk on her lips spreading slow, her grip remaining tight on your hips.
───୨ৎ.. 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 you’re home alone when strange noises lead to a masked intruder—paige. fear turns to charged tension as she reveals she’s been watching you all along, blurring the line between danger and desire before disappearing, leaving you breathless and shaken.
───୨ৎ.. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 bondage, smut - mdni, dom!paige, obsessive!paige, sort of ghostface!paige, scared!reader, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), exhibitionism, camera play, knife play
───୨ৎ.. 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 kinktober day 2! i’m obsessed, lemme just say that
𝑃𝐵𝟧 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
the movie plays, but you barely notice it. your eyes keep flicking toward the window, where the shadows from the swaying tree limbs stretch across the living room floor. the popcorn in your lap goes cold as a soft creak echoes from the hallway.
“probably just the apartment settling,” you whisper to yourself, trying to laugh it off. but the hairs at the back of your neck rise anyway.
you get up to pour another bowl, the kettle hissing on the stove. something in the corner of your eye makes you freeze. a flash of movement, nothing there. the shadows shift, unnatural, stretching toward you.
and then you notice it: the scarf you’d left draped over the chair is now twisted into a neat knot, almost as if someone had deliberately tied it. your stomach lurches.
“okay… maybe i’m being ridiculous,” you mutter, trying to shake it off.
the movie plays on, the characters’ screams in sync with the quiet thumps from the hallway. you convince yourself it’s just the pipes, or maybe the neighbors. but when you reach for the popcorn again, a metallic click stops you cold, the sound of something sliding against the counter, deliberate and slow.
you freeze, chest tightening. every instinct tells you to move, to call someone, to run, but your legs feel like lead. a shadow detaches itself from the wall, tall, imposing, mask glinting in the flickering light.
your hands raise instinctively. the figure tilts its head, studying you. the knife in its grip catches the light, a cold reminder of all the stories you’ve read, all the warnings you’ve laughed off.
and then it’s gone, just as quickly as it appeared, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
your heartbeat races. you glance at the clock. you’ve been home alone all night… but you aren’t. something unseen moves with deliberate precision, a whisper of breath behind you, a faint shift of the ropes on the chair, taut and waiting.
you spin, eyes scanning the apartment, every shadow suddenly sinister. you’re hyper-aware of every sound: the fridge humming, the faucet dripping, the soft padding of steps on the hardwood. someone is here, and they know you’re alone.
the movie continues to play, its fake screams blending with your real ones as the figure reappears, now at the edge of the kitchen. you catch a flash of movement, just the edge of a gloved hand, and a knot of rope slithers from the counter, coiling neatly around your wrist.
“no…” you whisper, tugging, but it won’t come free. the ropes tighten on their own, precise, intentional. someone wants to play, and you’re the center of it.
the figure steps closer, and every instinct screams at you to run. but your body betrays you, frozen, breath caught, heart hammering. the mask tilts, a mock curiosity in the darkened eyes.
you reach for the knife in your drawer, but it’s gone. every exit feels blocked. and then, finally, the figure moves with purpose, cornering you near the couch.
the ropes on your wrists tighten fully now. you’re bound, immobile, entirely at the mercy of whoever, or whatever, this is.
a whisper floats over your shoulder, low and intimate: “you can’t hide from me…”
your head snaps around, searching the darkness. and then, with a subtle, almost playful motion, the mask tilts back, and finally, the figure steps into the light.
it’s paige. the face you thought you knew, smiling, eyes glinting with that dangerous obsession you’ve always loved and feared. the knife in her hand seems almost casual now, less threatening than the intensity in her gaze.
“i’ve been watching you,” she murmurs, tracing a finger along your jaw, letting it brush against the ropes. “always knew you’d look perfect like this… waiting, scared, just for me.”
the knots at your wrists, the shadows, the thrill of being hunted—it all clicks. every sound you thought was an accident, every shiver crawling down your spine tonight, was hers. every rope, every step, every breath you felt behind you, was carefully, obsessively hers.
you don’t run. you can’t. and in that chilling, electrifying moment, you realize you wouldn’t want to.
the room is quiet except for the soft shuffle of her movements, the faint brush of her gloves against your skin. the ropes, taut and deliberate, hold you in place, but there’s a strange intimacy to it, a connection forged in fear and trust, in obsession and devotion.
she leans closer, and you can feel her breath, warm and steady against your ear, carrying the faint scent you’ve always recognized, the scent that somehow makes your chest tighten even more than the fear.
the knife glints in the low light one last time, but it’s meaningless now—the danger was never in the steel. it was in the way she could control you, in the way she could draw out every heartbeat until you were suspended between terror and exhilaration.
you shiver, trapped but unwilling to struggle, heart pounding in tandem with hers. the shadows twist around the room, alive with the knowledge that she’s here, that she’s been here, that she’s been watching all along.
and then she smiles, a slow, knowing curl of her lips that sends a jolt through you.
she reached out, her fingers digging into your hip, and yanked you forward. a startled yelp escaped your throat as she slammed you against the kitchen table. plates, glasses, and anything in her path crashed to the linoleum floor.
the cold edge of her knife traced a faint line down the exposed skin of your stomach, your thin pajamas offering no barrier, no modesty. your heart hammered—a frantic, dual rhythm of sheer terror and a sickening, undeniable surge of arousal.
"so pretty," she whispered, her voice a low vibration against the chaos. th blade now skimmed the curve of your cheekbone.
you let out a shaky whimper, your thighs pressing together in a reflexive, involuntary clench.
paige smirked, the predatory gleam in her eyes bright. "if i just tugged these little shorts down right now... would you already be wet?" she mused, leaning in, then forcefully pushing your thighs apart to step into the tight space between them.
you swallowed a thick, choking knot. "yes," you managed.
her smirk deepened. she slid the knife, with an ominous scrape, across the wooden table, and you finally released a breath you hadn't realized you’d been holding. her hand was ice-cold as it drifted down your body, the skin-to-skin contact a sharp contrast as her fingers hooked past the waistband of your baby blue pajama shorts.
she drew them down with an excruciating, agonizing slowness. when the fabric pooled at your ankles, she dropped to her knees. a soft, guttural groan left her lips, her gaze locked on the small, dark patch blooming across the thin, lacy cotton of your panties.
the pressure of her body against yours is a sickening anchor. you feel the rough wood of the table dig into your lower back, a minor sting you barely register over the scream of your nerves.
her voice, when she speaks from below, is a low, dangerous growl. "good girl. just like i knew you would be."
you try to draw a breath, but it catches. your hips involuntarily buck once, a tiny, needy motion that feels colossal in the sudden silence. paige's eyes flash—a dark, triumphant heat.
she doesn't touch you yet. she just looks, letting the intensity of her stare trace every exposed inch of your thighs, every ridge of lace, every tremor in your body. the air is thick, tasting of fear and something sharp, metallic, like the forgotten knife.
"you’re shivering," she observes, the sound mocking and strangely intimate. her hand, the one that held the blade, finally rises. not to comfort, not to touch your slick center, but to glide up the inside of your thigh.
the cold of her palm against your inner skin is a fresh shock, but it doesn't make you recoil. instead, you lean into it, your legs parting wider, offering easier access. she follows the wet trail she's created, her fingers moving slowly, deliberately, until the heel of her hand presses against the delicate fabric.
she exerts a slight, steady pressure, rubbing the damp lace against your swollen flesh. a choked gasp rips from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut. the world narrows to the unbearable friction, the intense heat building beneath her chilling touch.
"look at me," she commands.
you open your eyes, tears blurring the ceiling lights, but you meet her gaze. she’s still on her knees, her face level with your cunt, the power radiating off her like a physical wave.
"you’re mine," she whispers, a promise and a threat, before finally slipping a finger under the elastic edge of the panties, just barely hooking the slick fabric. she doesn’t pull them off—she just stretches the lace taut, exposing you to the cold air and her merciless gaze.
the sudden relief of the stretched tension makes you moan, a desperate, broken sound.
"say it," she urges, her mouth curving into that devastating, dark smirk.
"i'm yours," you plead, a raw confession ripped from your lungs.
with a final, lazy movement, she flicks her finger, sending the thin fabric of your panties snapping back against your skin. the sensation is sharp, stinging, and so acutely erotic that your hips thrust down, seeking the pressure that has been withdrawn. you are crying now, a mixture of shame, terror, and pure, raw need.
paige smiles. "good girl."
her breath blows across your panties, just where your clit is. finally, she slips a finger back into your underwear, pulling them down and revealing your cunt to her.
she lets out a heavy breath, the hot breeze blowing over your slick folds and you clench around nothing.
she let her fingers run through your wet folds, gathering up all your slick.
she slid two fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling them just right. she immediately found that spot that made you gasp for air.
your whine turned into a breathless moan as her mouth wrapped around your clit, her tongue flicking in time with her fingers and your hips bucked up into her face.
"look at you," she murmured, voice rough against your skin. "so desperate for someone who could’ve killed you."
you glanced down, wishing so badly you could hold onto her, the tops still restraining you. her lips and chin were coated in you.
she pumped her fingers faster, curling them each time she pulled back. her tongue flicked over you relentlessly, your hips twitching with every movement.
you were so close.
“please, i—“ you stutter, feeling that familiar knot tighten in your stomach. she grips your thighs, “hold it.” she groans against you, savoring the sweet taste of your pussy.
you clench around her fingers at the sound of her voice and she lets out a moan of her own, thrusting her fingers into you faster, making it worth your while.
you whine, the sounds coming from between your legs were obscene. you were so close, needed that escape.
she looks up at you through hooded eyes.
“beg me some more and maybe i’ll let you.” she mutters, her saliva dribbling down her chin and onto your cunt.
“please, paige..please—need it so bad.” you whine.
“yeah? come for me, mama.” she growls, her tongue flicking over you faster.
and you feel the knot snap, your back arching as she helps you ride out your high, her fingers pumping until you’re shaking with overstimulation. and when she finally pulls away, she licks her lips, pressing one small kiss to the corner of your mouth.
she pulls something out of her pocket. her phone.
“say cheese, baby.” she smirks, snapping a photo of you from above, for personal use, obviously.
and then she’s gone. and you’re left there. bare, panting, and tied up.
───୨ৎ.. 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 you’re home alone when strange noises lead to a masked intruder—paige. fear turns to charged tension as she reveals she’s been watching you all along, blurring the line between danger and desire before disappearing, leaving you breathless and shaken.
───୨ৎ.. 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 bondage, smut - mdni, dom!paige, obsessive!paige, sort of ghostface!paige, scared!reader, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), exhibitionism, camera play, knife play
───୨ৎ.. 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 kinktober day 2! i’m obsessed, lemme just say that
𝑃𝐵𝟧 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
the movie plays, but you barely notice it. your eyes keep flicking toward the window, where the shadows from the swaying tree limbs stretch across the living room floor. the popcorn in your lap goes cold as a soft creak echoes from the hallway.
“probably just the apartment settling,” you whisper to yourself, trying to laugh it off. but the hairs at the back of your neck rise anyway.
you get up to pour another bowl, the kettle hissing on the stove. something in the corner of your eye makes you freeze. a flash of movement, nothing there. the shadows shift, unnatural, stretching toward you.
and then you notice it: the scarf you’d left draped over the chair is now twisted into a neat knot, almost as if someone had deliberately tied it. your stomach lurches.
“okay… maybe i’m being ridiculous,” you mutter, trying to shake it off.
the movie plays on, the characters’ screams in sync with the quiet thumps from the hallway. you convince yourself it’s just the pipes, or maybe the neighbors. but when you reach for the popcorn again, a metallic click stops you cold, the sound of something sliding against the counter, deliberate and slow.
you freeze, chest tightening. every instinct tells you to move, to call someone, to run, but your legs feel like lead. a shadow detaches itself from the wall, tall, imposing, mask glinting in the flickering light.
your hands raise instinctively. the figure tilts its head, studying you. the knife in its grip catches the light, a cold reminder of all the stories you’ve read, all the warnings you’ve laughed off.
and then it’s gone, just as quickly as it appeared, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
your heartbeat races. you glance at the clock. you’ve been home alone all night… but you aren’t. something unseen moves with deliberate precision, a whisper of breath behind you, a faint shift of the ropes on the chair, taut and waiting.
you spin, eyes scanning the apartment, every shadow suddenly sinister. you’re hyper-aware of every sound: the fridge humming, the faucet dripping, the soft padding of steps on the hardwood. someone is here, and they know you’re alone.
the movie continues to play, its fake screams blending with your real ones as the figure reappears, now at the edge of the kitchen. you catch a flash of movement, just the edge of a gloved hand, and a knot of rope slithers from the counter, coiling neatly around your wrist.
“no…” you whisper, tugging, but it won’t come free. the ropes tighten on their own, precise, intentional. someone wants to play, and you’re the center of it.
the figure steps closer, and every instinct screams at you to run. but your body betrays you, frozen, breath caught, heart hammering. the mask tilts, a mock curiosity in the darkened eyes.
you reach for the knife in your drawer, but it’s gone. every exit feels blocked. and then, finally, the figure moves with purpose, cornering you near the couch.
the ropes on your wrists tighten fully now. you’re bound, immobile, entirely at the mercy of whoever, or whatever, this is.
a whisper floats over your shoulder, low and intimate: “you can’t hide from me…”
your head snaps around, searching the darkness. and then, with a subtle, almost playful motion, the mask tilts back, and finally, the figure steps into the light.
it’s paige. the face you thought you knew, smiling, eyes glinting with that dangerous obsession you’ve always loved and feared. the knife in her hand seems almost casual now, less threatening than the intensity in her gaze.
“i’ve been watching you,” she murmurs, tracing a finger along your jaw, letting it brush against the ropes. “always knew you’d look perfect like this… waiting, scared, just for me.”
the knots at your wrists, the shadows, the thrill of being hunted—it all clicks. every sound you thought was an accident, every shiver crawling down your spine tonight, was hers. every rope, every step, every breath you felt behind you, was carefully, obsessively hers.
you don’t run. you can’t. and in that chilling, electrifying moment, you realize you wouldn’t want to.
the room is quiet except for the soft shuffle of her movements, the faint brush of her gloves against your skin. the ropes, taut and deliberate, hold you in place, but there’s a strange intimacy to it, a connection forged in fear and trust, in obsession and devotion.
she leans closer, and you can feel her breath, warm and steady against your ear, carrying the faint scent you’ve always recognized, the scent that somehow makes your chest tighten even more than the fear.
the knife glints in the low light one last time, but it’s meaningless now—the danger was never in the steel. it was in the way she could control you, in the way she could draw out every heartbeat until you were suspended between terror and exhilaration.
you shiver, trapped but unwilling to struggle, heart pounding in tandem with hers. the shadows twist around the room, alive with the knowledge that she’s here, that she’s been here, that she’s been watching all along.
and then she smiles, a slow, knowing curl of her lips that sends a jolt through you.
she reached out, her fingers digging into your hip, and yanked you forward. a startled yelp escaped your throat as she slammed you against the kitchen table. plates, glasses, and anything in her path crashed to the linoleum floor.
the cold edge of her knife traced a faint line down the exposed skin of your stomach, your thin pajamas offering no barrier, no modesty. your heart hammered—a frantic, dual rhythm of sheer terror and a sickening, undeniable surge of arousal.
"so pretty," she whispered, her voice a low vibration against the chaos. th blade now skimmed the curve of your cheekbone.
you let out a shaky whimper, your thighs pressing together in a reflexive, involuntary clench.
paige smirked, the predatory gleam in her eyes bright. "if i just tugged these little shorts down right now... would you already be wet?" she mused, leaning in, then forcefully pushing your thighs apart to step into the tight space between them.
you swallowed a thick, choking knot. "yes," you managed.
her smirk deepened. she slid the knife, with an ominous scrape, across the wooden table, and you finally released a breath you hadn't realized you’d been holding. her hand was ice-cold as it drifted down your body, the skin-to-skin contact a sharp contrast as her fingers hooked past the waistband of your baby blue pajama shorts.
she drew them down with an excruciating, agonizing slowness. when the fabric pooled at your ankles, she dropped to her knees. a soft, guttural groan left her lips, her gaze locked on the small, dark patch blooming across the thin, lacy cotton of your panties.
the pressure of her body against yours is a sickening anchor. you feel the rough wood of the table dig into your lower back, a minor sting you barely register over the scream of your nerves.
her voice, when she speaks from below, is a low, dangerous growl. "good girl. just like i knew you would be."
you try to draw a breath, but it catches. your hips involuntarily buck once, a tiny, needy motion that feels colossal in the sudden silence. paige's eyes flash—a dark, triumphant heat.
she doesn't touch you yet. she just looks, letting the intensity of her stare trace every exposed inch of your thighs, every ridge of lace, every tremor in your body. the air is thick, tasting of fear and something sharp, metallic, like the forgotten knife.
"you’re shivering," she observes, the sound mocking and strangely intimate. her hand, the one that held the blade, finally rises. not to comfort, not to touch your slick center, but to glide up the inside of your thigh.
the cold of her palm against your inner skin is a fresh shock, but it doesn't make you recoil. instead, you lean into it, your legs parting wider, offering easier access. she follows the wet trail she's created, her fingers moving slowly, deliberately, until the heel of her hand presses against the delicate fabric.
she exerts a slight, steady pressure, rubbing the damp lace against your swollen flesh. a choked gasp rips from your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut. the world narrows to the unbearable friction, the intense heat building beneath her chilling touch.
"look at me," she commands.
you open your eyes, tears blurring the ceiling lights, but you meet her gaze. she’s still on her knees, her face level with your cunt, the power radiating off her like a physical wave.
"you’re mine," she whispers, a promise and a threat, before finally slipping a finger under the elastic edge of the panties, just barely hooking the slick fabric. she doesn’t pull them off—she just stretches the lace taut, exposing you to the cold air and her merciless gaze.
the sudden relief of the stretched tension makes you moan, a desperate, broken sound.
"say it," she urges, her mouth curving into that devastating, dark smirk.
"i'm yours," you plead, a raw confession ripped from your lungs.
with a final, lazy movement, she flicks her finger, sending the thin fabric of your panties snapping back against your skin. the sensation is sharp, stinging, and so acutely erotic that your hips thrust down, seeking the pressure that has been withdrawn. you are crying now, a mixture of shame, terror, and pure, raw need.
paige smiles. "good girl."
her breath blows across your panties, just where your clit is. finally, she slips a finger back into your underwear, pulling them down and revealing your cunt to her.
she lets out a heavy breath, the hot breeze blowing over your slick folds and you clench around nothing.
she let her fingers run through your wet folds, gathering up all your slick.
she slid two fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling them just right. she immediately found that spot that made you gasp for air.
your whine turned into a breathless moan as her mouth wrapped around your clit, her tongue flicking in time with her fingers and your hips bucked up into her face.
"look at you," she murmured, voice rough against your skin. "so desperate for someone who could’ve killed you."
you glanced down, wishing so badly you could hold onto her, the tops still restraining you. her lips and chin were coated in you.
she pumped her fingers faster, curling them each time she pulled back. her tongue flicked over you relentlessly, your hips twitching with every movement.
you were so close.
“please, i—“ you stutter, feeling that familiar knot tighten in your stomach. she grips your thighs, “hold it.” she groans against you, savoring the sweet taste of your pussy.
you clench around her fingers at the sound of her voice and she lets out a moan of her own, thrusting her fingers into you faster, making it worth your while.
you whine, the sounds coming from between your legs were obscene. you were so close, needed that escape.
she looks up at you through hooded eyes.
“beg me some more and maybe i’ll let you.” she mutters, her saliva dribbling down her chin and onto your cunt.
“please, paige..please—need it so bad.” you whine.
“yeah? come for me, mama.” she growls, her tongue flicking over you faster.
and you feel the knot snap, your back arching as she helps you ride out your high, her fingers pumping until you’re shaking with overstimulation. and when she finally pulls away, she licks her lips, pressing one small kiss to the corner of your mouth.
she pulls something out of her pocket. her phone.
“say cheese, baby.” she smirks, snapping a photo of you from above, for personal use, obviously.
and then she’s gone. and you’re left there. bare, panting, and tied up.
───୨ৎ.. 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 you and paige take a getaway to turks and caicos, but a night out turns heated when her jealousy surfaces. back at the hotel, passion replaces tension, ending with the two of you tangled together in quiet, tender aftermath.
───୨ৎ.. 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 kinktober day 1! sorry it’s a little rushed guys
𝑃𝐵𝟧 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
YOU AND PAIGE HAD BEEN in turks and caicos for a few days now—partying, relaxing, eating out with friends. it was a break from basketball for her, but for you, it was just being the girlfriend who got to sit back and be pretty. no practices, no pressure, just turquoise water and soft sand sticking to your legs.
you loved it here, loved the way paige seemed lighter, less weighed down by the constant grind. she laughed more, smiled easier, let herself drink fruity cocktails with umbrellas in them. but she was still paige, still stubborn and competitive in ways that showed up in unexpected places—like the way her arm would always settle around your waist when another guy tried talking to you, or the sharp edge to her grin when someone stared too long.
tonight was no different. you’d gone out with a group of friends, the music thumping through an open-air bar right off the beach. your dress clung to you in the humid night, and you knew paige had been eyeing you since the moment you walked out of the hotel room. she didn’t say much—just gave you one of those looks, the kind that felt like both a compliment and a warning.
you were dancing now, a drink in your hand, laughing at something one of your friends said. it wasn’t anything serious, just harmless fun. but paige’s gaze never left you. she was leaned back against the bar, her white button-up loose and open just enough to show her perfect tanned skin. her jaw was tight.
the truth was, paige didn’t get jealous often. not in the insecure kind of way. it was more that she hated the idea of anyone thinking they had a chance with you. she hated anyone else even imagining they could make you smile the way she did.
when a guy brushed past you on the dance floor, too close to be an accident, paige was already moving before you could even react. her hand slid around your waist, pulling you into her chest, the sharp scent of her cologne cutting through the sweetness of your drink.
“you having fun?” she asked into your ear, her voice low, steady, but with that edge you knew too well.
you tilted your head back to meet her eyes, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “relax, babe. i was just dancing.”
her mouth curved, but it wasn’t playful. it was possessive. “yeah, well. dance with me.”
so you did. and suddenly the entire bar faded away—her hands were on your hips, her body pressed against yours, her eyes daring you to keep testing her.
LATER, WHEN YOU MADE IT BACK to the hotel, the tension followed you. paige barely let you close the door before she had you pinned against it, her breath hot against your cheek. her jealousy wasn’t quiet anymore; it was loud, unapologetic, the kind that burned.
she wasn’t asking tonight. she was reminding you who you belonged to.
you laughed softly, trying to push at her chest, but she didn’t budge. “paige, you’re ridiculous.”
“yeah?” she smirked, her thumb dragging across your bottom lip before pressing inside your mouth. “then open wide and show me.”
your breath caught, heat blooming in your chest as she pressed closer, crowding you against the door. her gaze was sharp, daring, like she wanted proof that you were hers and only hers. the taste of salt and rum lingered on her skin, and you felt your pulse spike when her other hand slid up the side of your thigh, fingers curling with deliberate slowness.
“don’t play dumb with me,” she murmured, her thumb still resting heavy on your tongue. “you knew what you were doing out there—smiling, laughing. letting him touch you.” her jaw flexed, eyes narrowing just slightly. “but he doesn’t get this. only i do.”
she leaned in then, her lips brushing the corner of your mouth, but she didn’t kiss you yet. she held back, made you ache for it, made you feel every ounce of her jealousy sharpen into hunger.
“paige..” you whimpered around her thumb, pressing into her more.
“what? you wanna apologize for being a brat?..s’too late, mama.” she muttered, her lips finding your neck as her thumb left your mouth, her hand dragging down your body, her fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, already dangerously close to the line of your panties.
she sucked and bit your neck til she left marks, your hand tangling in the small baby hairs on her neck, just beneath her soft waves she embraced rarely.
her fingers grace your inner thigh, swiping over your underwear. there was a small wet patch forming already.
she groaned against your skin, teasingly circling your clit through the thing lace. you jolted, bucking into her hand. she simply smirked, “needy thing, aren’t you..”
she continued to rub your clit through your panties, “who gets you like this, ma? that guy? he get you this wet, huh?”
you shake your head, “no..o-only you.” you choke out.
her hand slips away from between your legs, pulling you toward the bed.
she pins you against the mattress, her hands bunching your dress up around your hips.
“so fuckin’ pretty..all mine, too..yeah?” she mutters, slipping your underwear down your legs. she kneels between your thighs, groaning at the sight of you already glistening.
“fuck.” she mutters, her thumb circling your clit. then, she spits. her saliva mixes with your arousal, and she watches as it all drips down to your entrance that clenches around nothing.
you moan softly, looking down at her. she stares at your pussy, completely amazed at the fact she got you like this. then, she spits again, right on your clit before using her middle finger to rub it around slowly, her tongue suddenly darting out to taste you.
the groan she lets out vibrates against your sensitive flesh, her tongue swirling through your folds, lapping up every bit of your arousal. you were hers.
she ate you like she was on death row, her fingers slipping down to your entrance, circling around it teasingly. her tongue worked your clit, her free hand keeping your hip down whenever you buck up to her mouth.
“paige—“ you gasped out, sputtering beneath her and it hadn’t even been a minute yet.
she pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them against your gummy walls, letting her skin soak in the feeling of your want—no, the need you felt for her.
paige swore she could’ve came untouched right then and there. you sounded so pretty, and you tasted so good. her tongue flicked and swirled, your back arched deep, your fingers curled into the sheets
“paige—“ you gasp, watching as she pulls back just the slightest, letting her saliva drip down your pussy. it was messy, and obscene. paige dived back in, her fingers pushing in knuckle deep.
she sucked on your clit, trying to get that rise out of you.
you felt yourself getting closer to edge, your moans growing higher in pitch.
“yeah, give it to me.” paige groaned against your pussy, her free hand gripping your thigh, keeping her fingers deep inside you. she curls her fingers, hitting that soft, spongy spot within you. that was all you needed.
your back arched up, hips bucking into paige’s face. you were gripping the sheets so hard you thought they might rip. paige groaned when you came undone, lapping up every bit of your release, her fingers working you through your high.
your hips stutter out of overstimulation, and paige pulls away. she stares you, admiring the look of complete ecstasy on your face.
“you’re so pretty..” she whispers, kissing you gently. you can taste yourself on her tongue.
when she pulls away, she pulls your bottom lip down, keeping your mouth open, and she spits. her saliva mixes with yours on your tongue and you swallow, all whilst staring into her eyes.
she caresses your cheek with her thumb softly, smiling down at you.
“you drive me crazy, you know that?” she whispers, her voice low, still rough from everything that just happened.
you nod faintly, catching her wrist and pressing a lazy kiss to her palm. the air feels heavy between you, the sound of the ocean filtering through the cracked balcony door. paige leans down again, kissing you slower this time, her lips tasting like salt and heat and something deeper—something that felt a lot like love.
when she finally pulls back, she presses her forehead to yours. “you’re mine,” she murmurs, not possessive this time, just sure. it sounds more like a promise than a claim.
you breathe her in, your body still trembling under her touch. “yeah,” you whisper, smiling softly. “i know.”
outside, the waves crash against the shore, the moonlight spilling across the sheets. paige pulls you close until your head rests against her chest, and her hand traces lazy circles on your back. neither of you say anything after that. you don’t need to.
the night stretches out quiet and warm around you, all jealousy forgotten—just the two of you, tangled up in salt air and something that feels infinite.
:: ANNOUNCEMENT :: some of the days i list that i will be posting, aren’t completely accurate. i am still a human who works and has school, so don’t be so reliant that i will be posting.
-> most days skipped in threes because i’m starting this so late <-
paige’s voice was low, rough from the game but soft just for you. “god, baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” her lips brushed your ear as her thigh pressed firmly between your legs, and you moved against her without even thinking. one hand rested heavy on your ass, the other spread across your throat and jaw, thumb stroking your cheek like she couldn’t stop touching you.
she hadn’t even changed out of her uniform, sweat still clinging to her skin, but the win had her buzzing, and this—having you desperate in her lap—was how she wanted to celebrate. you wore nothing but one of her old t-shirts, thin and rumpled, bunched up so high around your waist that it left you completely bare for her.
“please, p,” you whispered, words breaking on a moan.
her grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements, dragging you against the solid muscle of her thigh. “that’s it, baby,” she praised, her voice low and steady, “just like that. so perfect for me.”
your fingers threaded through her hair, pulling as your head tipped back, a whine spilling from your throat. “eyes on me,” she ordered, and when you obeyed she caught your mouth in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth, messy and hungry, nothing polite about it.
“don’t stop,” she gasped into your mouth, her own restraint cracking as you moved harder, faster, chasing the edge. she slid her hand lower, squeezing your ass and pulling you tighter against her until the pleasure finally tore through you. your body shook, moans breaking apart into sharp little sounds as your climax left you limp in her arms.
paige held you steady, still guiding your hips through the aftershocks, whispering curses against your skin. when your legs trembled too much to move, she slowed, cupping your face between her palms. sweat-damp hair clung to her forehead as she leaned in close, pressing her brow to yours.
“i love you,” she murmured, eyes locked to yours.
you smiled through shaky breaths, voice soft but sure. “always yours, paige.”
then you kissed her again, slower this time, nothing but love stitched into every touch
───୨ৎ.. synopsis after moving into a dallas apartment with your daughter, lorelei, you discover your new neighbor is none other than paige bueckers—rookie for the dallas wings. what begins as small favors and unexpected kindness slowly turns into something deeper, as paige bonds with your daughter and carefully works her way past the walls you’ve built around your heart. in her, you find a steady, genuine love you didn’t know you were still capable of.
───୨ৎ.. content warnings single parent struggles, past heartbreak, mild language, implied romance.
───୨ৎ.. an sorry for not posting much anymore guys school is rough
word count: 3k ish info. masterlist. taglist.
i know love — tate mcrae ft. the kid laroi
the first time you met paige, it wasn’t some cinematic moment of sparks and butterflies. no—she was dragging a suitcase up the stairs of your new apartment complex, her blonde hair tied back in a messy bun, oversized hoodie clinging to her after what must have been a long flight. you were juggling groceries in one hand and your daughter’s small fingers in the other, too focused on keeping the bag from ripping to really notice her at first.
“need help?” she asked, her voice casual, a little tired, but still kind.
you looked up, startled, meeting eyes far bluer than you expected. she was tall—taller than most people you’d run into outside the basketball court. but you didn’t recognize her, not immediately. to you, she was just the new neighbor.
“uh, no, i think we’ve got it,” you said quickly, adjusting the paper bag on your hip.
“mommy, it’s slipping!” lorelei squealed, pointing at the grocery bag that looked seconds away from tearing.
paige didn’t wait for permission—she stepped forward, grabbed the bag with one hand like it weighed nothing, and held the door open with the other. “at least let me do this much.”
you blinked. “thanks.”
“no problem.” she gave a small smile before disappearing into her apartment across the hall.
lorelei tugged at your sleeve once you were inside. “she’s pretty,” she whispered in that conspiratorial way five-year-olds do, as if the whole world isn’t listening.
you laughed. “yeah, she is.”
you learned quickly that paige wasn’t just your neighbor—she was paige bueckers. it came up casually one afternoon when you saw a few kids on the street ask for pictures with her, their voices high-pitched and excited. you’d looked it up later, curiosity piqued, and felt almost embarrassed for not realizing sooner. wnba star. dallas wings rookie. the kind of person who had cameras flashing and sports headlines written about her.
but when she was home? she was just paige.
you’d run into her at the mailboxes, sometimes outside in the texas heat, hair sticking to her forehead as she carried gym bags. she always smiled, always stopped to say hi to your daughter.
and that was the thing—lorelei adored her.
one saturday morning, paige knocked on your door, basketball spinning loosely in her hand.
“your kid asked if i’d show her how to dribble,” paige said, a little sheepish.
you glanced at lorelei, who was grinning from ear to ear, practically vibrating with excitement.
“please, mommy?”
you hesitated. it wasn’t that you didn’t trust paige, but you were careful about who you let into your daughter’s little world. still, something in paige’s expression softened the edges of your worry. she wasn’t asking out of obligation. she looked… genuine.
“okay,” you said finally.
that afternoon, you watched from the steps as paige crouched down to lorelei’s level, teaching her how to keep her palm light, how to keep her eyes forward instead of glued to the ball. lorelei’s laugh echoed across the courtyard, her ponytail bouncing with every movement.
and you realized then—it had been a long time since you’d seen her that happy with anyone but you.
over the next few weeks, paige became a fixture in your lives without even trying. she’d wave when she saw you, stop by with extra takeout if she ordered too much, and sometimes—more often than not—she’d invite lorelei to shoot hoops at the park.
but she never crossed the line. with you, at least.
there was a hesitance about her, a careful distance that felt deliberate. you’d catch her looking sometimes, when she thought you weren’t paying attention—her gaze lingering a little too long when you laughed, or when you brushed your hair behind your ear. but she never said anything, never acted on it.
and you… well, you didn’t either.
because love hadn’t been kind to you. lorelei’s father left before she was even born, and you’d been carrying the weight alone ever since. the idea of opening your heart again—of letting someone else in—felt dangerous.
but paige was different.
she didn’t push. she didn’t try to impress you with fame or money. she just… showed up. in the small ways that mattered.
like the night your car broke down, and paige showed up in sweats and a baseball cap, insisting she’d wait with you until the tow truck came.
or the morning lorelei had a nightmare, and paige—having heard her cries through the thin apartment walls—knocked gently to check in.
or the evening when you came home exhausted from work, only to find paige sitting cross-legged on the floor with lorelei, crayons scattered everywhere as they colored princess castles.
your chest tightened watching them together. it felt like something you weren’t sure you deserved.
it was a friday night when everything shifted.
you’d just tucked lorelei into bed, the apartment unusually quiet. you were cleaning up dishes when there was a soft knock at your door.
paige stood there, hoodie hanging loose over her frame, hair damp from a shower. she looked uncertain, almost nervous.
“hey,” you said softly. “what’s up?”
“can i… come in?”
you stepped aside, and she walked in, pacing a little before finally sitting on the couch.
“i, uh… i don’t do this a lot,” she started. “talk about feelings. or… this kind of stuff.”
you sat across from her, heart already racing.
“but being here—being next door to you and lorelei—it feels different. like, i’ve spent so long with people expecting things from me. wins, points, appearances. but you…” she glanced up, her eyes vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before. “you don’t ask for anything. and still, i find myself wanting to give you everything i can.”
the words hung in the air between you, heavier than silence.
“paige…” you whispered, unsure how to answer.
she leaned back, running a hand through her hair. “i know you’ve been through stuff. i don’t wanna mess with that. i don’t even know if this is the right time. but i know what it feels like to guard your heart so much you forget what it’s like to actually use it.”
your chest tightened because she was right. that was exactly what you’d been doing.
and still—you wanted to protect yourself. “i’m a single mom, paige. my life… it’s not simple.”
“i don’t want simple,” she said firmly. “i just want real.”
something broke open in you then—something you’d been holding back for years.
and before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “okay.”
the days after that didn’t transform into some fairy tale. you and paige were careful—slow, intentional. she’d come by after practice, sometimes falling asleep on your couch while lorelei built block towers beside her. she’d make you laugh with dry humor, listen when you needed to vent, and leave little notes on your door when she knew you had a hard day coming up.
it wasn’t dramatic. it wasn’t flashy.
but it was steady.
and maybe that was what love really was—something that didn’t demand, but offered. something that didn’t break you down, but helped you rebuild.
one night, after lorelei was asleep, you found yourself curled up next to paige on the couch. the tv was on, but you weren’t really watching. she had her arm draped across the back of the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her body.
“i don’t know if i’m good at this,” you admitted quietly. “at… letting someone in.”
paige turned her head, eyes soft. “you don’t have to be good at it. you just have to try.”
you swallowed hard, nerves sparking under your skin.
and then—slowly, carefully—you leaned in.
her lips met yours, tentative at first, then deeper when she realized you weren’t pulling away. it wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate. it was steady, grounding—like she was promising something without saying a word.
when you finally pulled back, breathless, she rested her forehead against yours.
“i know love,” she whispered, voice low, “because i know you.”
the rest of the night blurred—soft touches, quiet laughter, the warmth of her hand on yours. you didn’t need to rush. you didn’t need to define everything right away.
for the first time in years, you felt safe enough to just be.
and maybe, just maybe, that was the kind of love you’d been waiting for all along.
summary: while on tiktok live with some of the team, you decide to stick your hand down paige's pants. you figured she would just slap your hand away, but you weren't going to complain that she didn't.
warnings: multiple rounds bc yall are freaks ok, sub!paige and some vers!paige (maybe even switch!paige!? omg), friends w benefits, kind of public sex? idk what it's called, edging/orgasm denial (i lost count but like 4+ times), crying/dacryphilia, fingering (like a lot), oral, strap, possessiveness, little dry humping, lil scissoring, some power play, paige is a brat, she’s mad at u for a while (sad face) but it’s ok u make it up to her, you’re the nonchalant final boss (until you’re fucking her) and it pisses her tf off, a lil spit, lots of begging, teasing, service kink, a little degradation, face slapping like once, let me know if i missed anything
word count: 10.3k
notes: no freak allegations please
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : feel it by jacquees (ft lloyd & rich homie quan)
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
❝ i'ma hit it like the pedal
want you to make it last forever ❞
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paige could barely keep a straight face. her hoodie was too tight around her neck, the room was too hot, the voices of her teammates were way too loud. she was slowly losing her mind and she didn’t know if she could keep herself from spiraling, not with your fingers slowly fucking into her.
kk was live-streaming on tiktok with jana, ice, and aubrey, and the camera was angled so that everyone was in frame–aubrey and ice on one couch, kk and jana on the floor building legos at the coffee table, and you and paige on the other couch. you had a blanket draped over both of your laps that was hiding the sinful act, and you were carefully watching the phone screen to make sure no one could see your hand moving beneath it. to anyone watching, it just looked like you had a hand on her thigh.
but it wasn’t. you had slipped your fingers under the sides of her shorts and underwear, and paige would be lying if she said she wanted you to stop. at first, when you were just slowly circling a finger over her clit, she held herself together really well–not giving even a subtle hint to what you were doing. it was when they traveled lower and pushed inside her that she found herself unable to get a grasp on her own sanity.
one of her hands was raised to her lips to bite her thumbnail as a distraction–either for herself or for the camera, so the audience wouldn’t catch on, but you couldn’t tell–and her other hand was resting on her leg, curled into a loose fist. her eyes were fixed jana’s hands skillfully building her new lego set, but her vision wasn’t focused, and she couldn’t even really register that’s what she was looking at.
you curled your fingers agonizingly slow. her eyes fell shut and a sharp breath blew from her nose, but she recovered quickly enough that you didn’t think it was too obvious. you clenched your own thighs together, feeling extremely turned on by how fucking wet she was from this.
it almost made you want to drag her back to her bedroom right there and fuck her while everyone could hear. almost.
you adjusted your hand so your palm was gently rubbing her clit with every thrust of your fingers, and you sped up the pace–wanting to see her reaction. and it worked, she wasn’t chewing her nail anymore. instead, both of her hands were curled into tight fists, so tight that her nails were leaving crescent-shaped indents on her palms, but she didn’t even care.
her hips subtly twitched into your hand, just enough that you felt the pushback, but not enough to be noticed as something suspicious. still, you paused your movements because you knew she was right there–about to come in front of kk’s tiktok live. she clenched around your fingers like she was silently telling you to keep going, but you stubbornly kept them still.
she gave you as subtle of a side eye as she could muster, clenching her pussy and shifting her hips again in a weak attempt to manually use your fingers to fuck herself. you just pulled them out a little bit, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it without exposing what exactly was going on.
you smirked, but slowly scissored your fingers inside her nonetheless to let her think she was getting what she wanted.
her hips stilled when they were pressed forward, the heel of your palm putting pressure on her clit. it was probably an attempt to chase her orgasm as subtly as she could physically muster. both so that you would finish the job and no one would notice while you did so. her eyelids were beginning to droop like they were too heavy to hold open any longer, so you paused your movements again.
this time, her head snapped toward you as her hips fell down in their natural position. her expression read a dangerous combination of anger, annoyance, and arousal–eyes shooting daggers so sharp, they probably would’ve sliced cleanly through you without any resistance. you turned your head to look at her, too, shooting her a warning look to remind her where you were.
she stared for a few seconds, but clenched her jaw and turned her head back to look forward again. it took everything in you not to smile in amusement, but you managed to keep it bit back.
“are y’all good?” kk asked, turning toward the two of you and raising an eyebrow. “they saying paige looks mad.”
a smile raised to paige’s lips that held an undertone of sarcasm, just enough that only you could tell. “i’m fine.”
“are you?” you teased. you knew what you were doing, you both knew that, especially when you released the pressure from the heel of your palm.
“yes,” paige practically hissed.
even though it was dripping in venom–obviously directed at you–it was good enough for kk to turn back around and continue with what she was doing. well, you weren’t exactly sure if she was convinced or if she just didn’t feel like pressing the issue, but either way, you were grateful.
“you want me to stop?” you muttered under your breath as quietly as you could, but still loud enough for her to hear.
instead of replying, she turned to look at you again with the same icy glare, but shook her head briefly before turning back.
at the very least, it was a sign that she wasn’t genuinely mad at you, but this was uncharted territory for both of you. your relationship wasn’t entirely sexual–you were teammates above all, and friends along with that–but it had blossomed into something that made you wonder if it was approaching that line.
at first, during freshman year, you were strictly friends and teammates. sure, you did think she was attractive, but who didn’t? she practically had the entire world in love with her from the moment she set foot on campus–the freshly recruited number one player in her class who was ready to live up to (and maybe even rise above) the greats who had graduated before her. maybe you had a little crush, but nothing more than fascination for someone so amazing.
but then sophomore year came along. you had decided to live together that year, which definitely didn’t help the growing tension between the two of you. she would gulp when she noticed you walking through the short hallway in just a towel after a shower. you would stare too long when she was rummaging through the cupboards for snacks in nothing but a sports bra and pajama pants.
and then she fractured her tibia in december.
it started soon after that. you don’t even remember how, but you know you found yourself lying on your stomach on her bed, licking her open to try to make her feel better and relieve some stress from her injury that had been weighing on her mentally. and then she did the same for you a couple of weeks later, during finals week.
it didn’t happen again until march madness, after the big east championship game. she had been particularly upset that she wasn’t contributing like she had dreamed of for so many years, but you had just the solution to make her feel better. and again, she returned the favor after you lost the national championship.
and that pattern was fairly steady. it only ever happened when one of you was stressed, and it would be a quick orgasm with mouths or fingers to blow off some steam–nothing more, and you didn’t talk about it.
so you didn’t know what came over you when you slid your hand into her shorts in front of everyone. it had been a while since either of you had gotten off, as far as you knew anyway (she could’ve been hooking up with other people, but you didn’t dwell on it). but this was undoubtedly the freakiest thing you had ever done together.
you shifted your thumb to circle her clit, applying slight pressure just to see if she would react. she did her best not to, but you didn’t miss the shaky breath that left her nose. after a few moments, you began pumping your fingers inside her again.
you kept your eyes trained on the phone too, focusing as hard as possible to read the chat to see if anyone was catching on. too bad the phone was much too far away for you to read.
honestly, you didn’t have a plan for this. you didn’t really think you would get this far. you figured that she would slap your hand away when it even just brushed her thigh, so this is much further than you anticipated. not that you could complain, anyway, because there was something about this moment. something about paige, the known loud mouth who never stopped talking, having to control herself and be quiet for once. it was exhilarating to be the one in control of her like that, and this was certainly a new development for you because you had never done anything that wouldn’t be categorized as plain vanilla.
maybe you weren’t paying attention, or maybe she was good enough at hiding this time that you didn’t notice, but you suddenly felt her walls clench hard around your fingers. your focus immediately shifted to her in the phone screen–watching as she pinched her eyes shut and stiffened like a statue as she came undone.
she was obviously trying to keep herself from twitching through her orgasm, especially because the pace of your fingers and thumb didn’t falter. her thighs were squeezing together so tightly that you almost wanted to pull your hand away in fear of losing feeling, but you persisted through it anyway.
and maybe you would’ve slowed down to work her through it if making her come was intentional, but it wasn’t. you figured she could handle a little longer, that she wouldn’t break so soon, but you didn’t have much experience to go off of.
against her better judgement, she wrapped her fingers tightly around your bicep in an attempt to ground herself. though, you weren’t sure how well it was working by the way her jaw was clenched so tight, you were surprised she wasn’t breaking teeth. but she dropped her head to rest her forehead on your shoulder to seem less suspicious.
“are you sure you’re okay?” ice eyed paige skeptically.
“just tired,” paige nodded in response.
the chat was moving at an insanely fast speed at the new position you were sitting in, full of new budding theories about whether or not you two were truly friendly or if it was something more. not that you could read them from the distance, nor could you concentrate on anything except the girl being overstimulated by your fingers.
paige was torn between begging you to stop and begging you to keep going, because your fingers felt so fucking good working inside of her that she wasn’t even sure what to do. as confused as she was by your sudden desire, she couldn’t deny that it was hot. she wanted to rip you away from the couch and livestream and fuck you until you tapped out.
it was taking everything in her not to grind her achingly wet pussy against your fingers, to indulge in the greed of chasing her second orgasm because the first one just didn’t feel like enough. she needed to feel it again. in the moment, she didn’t care who the fuck saw–who knew that she was being fucked by the best small forward in the country, by her teammate that was supposed to be nothing more–but she knew she would be in a world of trouble once her brain felt less foggy from arousal.
tears brimmed in her eyes when she felt the familiar clench in her stomach. it was the signal that she was about to come again, and she was desperately trying to hold herself together.
but you pulled your fingers out.
not just slightly like earlier, but fully, letting your slick fingers rest against the exposed skin of her thigh as she hopelessly clenched around nothing. her fingers dug into your arm so tight that you clenched your teeth to keep yourself from wincing from the pain, and tried to subtly tug on it like maybe you weren’t aware of what you had done.
her clit was pulsing uncomfortably from both the overstimulation and the need to come again, but she didn’t dare clench her thighs or even try to cross them. she knew that you wouldn’t allow her to chase the relief, not when this was the third time that you had withdrawn it. and she wanted it so bad.
but the feeling of her own arousal coating your fingers was making her crazy, and you were rubbing circles into her leg like you didn’t even notice. you were doing a damn good job at acting like it in front of the camera too. you had struck up a conversation with aubrey, talking about god know’s what, making sure your fingers kept a firm hold on paige’s thigh.
paige picked her head up off your shoulder, her jaw clenched with annoyance as she glared at you while you spoke–making it seem like she was just tuned into the conversation. she nonchalantly dropped her hand down from your bicep and under the blanket to rest on top of yours, trying to resist the urge to moan when she felt the wetness.
her fingers wrapped around yours gently as she slowly pulled your hand up her leg until it was resting at the hem of her shorts while casting her gaze forward. you expected her to shove it in her shorts again, but she left it there to throw the ball in your court and lifted her hand back above the blanket. you gave her thigh a little squeeze to acknowledge that you understood, but made no move to slide your fingers back into her.
of course, she grew more and more impatient with each empty second. she was practically squirming under your touch like she was struggling to stay still.
you let your hands drift back to where she wanted you most, lightly ghosting your fingertips over clit through the fabric of her shorts. maybe she would’ve complained any other time, but she was so fucking desperate for a release, she was just going to take what she could get at this point. she was sensitive enough that your touch was giving her enough friction to bring her close to an orgasm again, though she wasn’t sure if she could finish like that.
and you knew that. you knew the touch was tortuously light, torturously slow–just enough to have her hips shifting but not enough to have her spilling over. she tried to press her hips into it, but you didn’t let her. you kept your fingers moving with her hips to keep the touch as light as possible.
paige was pissed. you could tell, the chat could tell, your teammates in the room could tell. her face was contorted in obvious anger and she hadn’t released her cleaned jaw in who knows how long, her brows pinched together.
“paige,” you said gently to grab her attention.
she whipped her head in your direction. “what?” she snapped with a deadly tone.
it caught the attention of your teammates. their heads whipped toward the two of you almost as fast as hers had toward you to try to make sure everything was okay. the chat was running crazy about how you two were obviously beefing or something, but you decided that would be an issue to address later.
with the new attention placed on the two of you, you decided to slide your fingers back down to rest on her thigh to keep anyone from suspecting anything. you expected her to understand, but she practically she threw the blanket off the two of you as she stood up.
she didn’t spare anyone an explanation as she stormed off into her bedroom, but she didn’t slam the door like you expected. you almost felt bad for pissing her off that much, but you knew you could make it up to her later.
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you hadn’t expected the livestream to last so long after paige left, honestly–almost two hours. and you had every intention of following her back to her room to make sure she was okay, but you found yourself testing the limit a little bit. you wanted to know how far you could push her until she broke whether it was from anger, arousal, or both.
the last thing you expected was for her to be quiet for those two hours. you figured that she would come back out after a few minutes or that you would get a text or something, but no. she was playing the same game you were, evidently.
you didn’t bother to knock on the door when you approached it after everyone had left once the live was over, you just slowly turned the knob and pushed it open.
“nah,” she laughed bitterly from where she was standing by her desk.
you softly closed the door behind you and stepped to the side to lean your weight back against her dresser, letting your eyes roam over her shamelessly. she turned to look at you with her arms crossed, her expression looking more annoyed than angry.
“come on, paige. you’re not still mad at me, are you?” you asked innocently, letting a smile rise to your lips.
she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “what do you think?”
“did you touch yourself?” you asked suddenly.
her expression contorted into surprise and her body physically flinched a little bit by the way she was taken aback by your words. she stood in the middle of her room like a stunned deer in the headlights. it looked a little suspicious, but you hoped that she was a good girl and didn’t.
“what if i did?” she challenged, cocking her eyebrow. she took a small step toward you, keeping her eyes trained on yours.
“you’re tellin’ me i put in all that work, and i don’t even get to see you come?” you teased. she just stared at you intensely, lips flattening out into a straight line like she was willing you to believe her. “you didn’t.”
paige was a very stubborn person, so you fully expected her to keep up with her act, but she didn’t. she just rolled her eyes again.
“i hate you.”
you couldn’t lie, you were a little turned on by the way she was continuously trying to shift control back to herself. maybe you were a little wet in your panties because of it,
“do you?” you chuckled.
she stepped forward again so that she was a little less than an arm’s length away. the distance made your eyes drop from hers down to her lips, studying how pink and bitten they looked.
“yes,” she managed to choke out.
instead of replying, you reached a hand forward to grab her throat and pull her toward you. her lips met yours in a sensual open-mouthed kiss, pouring all of the heat bubbling in your stomach into her mouth. though, she stubbornly tried to pull away after a few moments.
“mm-mm,” you hummed against her mouth with a smirk, “don’t run.”
she whimpered against your mouth helplessly when you didn’t give her time to reply before you were kissing her again, her fingers fumbling to find something to latch onto. they did eventually land on the waistband of your sweatpants as she matched your rhythm like she was your mirror–like she knew your next move.
you hadn’t really kissed her like this before, either. sure, you absolutely would make out before eating her pussy, but never this passionate. never so full of heated desire, so full of greed.
without a second thought, paige dipped her hand into your sweatpants and underwear. her fingers brushed your clit before making their way to your wet entrance so she could circle them in your slick.
“why did you do that me?” she asked into your mouth, her voice sounding small and innocent.
she pressed her fingers down lightly before dragging them through your folds back to your clit to circle it slowly, and she didn’t wait for you to answer before she was pulling back slightly from the kiss.
your fingers on her throat tightened for a moment, and you only opened your eyes halfway to catch a glance at her. her fingers dipped back down to your entrance to push inside you without a warning, a faint gasp falling from your lips at the feeling of the sudden fullness.
“you were so mean,” she whispered, her fingers curling inside you skillfully. “i just wanted you to touch me. wanted you to make me come, but you left me.”
the tone she had adapted was so whiny, you almost thought she was about to cry, but you knew better. she wanted you to feel bad, to pass this moment to her so she could take the lead.
you thought about letting her have what she wanted too. the way her fingers were pumping and curling clouded your judgement in ways that had you sure that you would probably agree to anything just to keep feeling it. but you managed to collect yourself.
“yeah? still mad at me?” you asked breathlessly. your eyes damn near rolled to the back of your head when you felt the pads of her fingers rubbing against the spongy spot inside you, but you managed to keep eye contact with her. “you wanna hit me?”
it was meant to be more of a genuine question than a threat–a question and an invitation–but she looked slightly startled by your words. her fingers didn’t falter, but her breathing noticeably stuttered.
“i’m asking you to, paige. i want you to show me how mad you are,” you said reassuringly, tightening your hand around her throat just slightly for a moment.
she swallowed thickly, but nodded nonetheless. her free hand lifted from your waistband and she brought it to your cheek, brushing her fingers over the skin lightly. she hesitated by letting her eyes search yours for a sign to stop, but of course, she didn’t find one.
when she moved her fingers away, you thought she was going to do it, but instead, she brought them to her lips and coated them with spit. then, she used her fingers to slap your cheek with enough force to turn your head, but not enough to hurt, leaving a puddle of spit behind to mark where she had hit you.
you bit your lip at the action, suddenly feeling yourself approaching your orgasm. your hips were involuntarily grinding against her hand as your stomach clenched.
but she pulled her fingers out, just like you had done to her earlier.
honestly, you weren’t even surprised. but she expected you to be. she expected you to whine and beg and maybe even attempt to chase your orgasm on her leg, but you just smirked and pulled her forward in another kiss.
“i want to come first,” she mumbled against your lips. her brows were pinched together in frustration, and she kissed you back much faster than she had before, her hands fisting your shirt like it had personally wronged her. “i’ve been so patient a-and i didn’t touch myself, i waited for you. please.”
you sighed into her mouth in satisfaction of her finally giving up her angry act, but made no move to touch her, which made her whimper impatiently.
“are you asking me or telling me?” you asked smugly, using the hand that wasn’t around her throat to gently push her back. you followed, of course, standing up from where you were leaning to lead her back to her bed.
“um,” she mumbled absentmindedly, trying to buy herself some time to form a coherent thought. she sat on the bed obediently, eyes damn near half closed from arousal. “asking.”
you crawled into her lap and straddled her thighs, her hands automatically finding your waist. leaning forward with a mischievous smirk, you connected your lips to her neck in open-mouthed kisses. you knew she went crazy for these–that any restraint she would be holding onto would be gone the second she felt the sensation.
“sounded like you were telling,” you murmured against her skin. you cupped her jaw almost lovingly, but she could barely concentrate enough to notice.
“and if i was?” she challenged, somehow finding herself to bring out the brattiness again. it was a bold choice if she wanted to finish, for sure, but you had to admire her stubbornness and commitment.
you hummed in reply, not willing to spoil how you would handle it, rolling your hips against hers slowly. you pulled back to watch her reaction as you kept a slow rhythm. her breathing stuttered enough to notice, but she attempted to cover it with a thick swallow. she also couldn’t help but push her hips up into yours to match your rhythm, making you bite her skin beneath her ear with a small smile.
“what happened to being patient?” you whispered teasingly.
she pushed a shaky breath between her parted lips as her fingers tightened on your t-shirt, “you make me feel so good. don’t wanna wait any longer.”
your hands traveled under her shirt to slip beneath the nike sports bra she had on, cupping her breasts in your hands. without removing her shirt, you dipped your head down to wrap your lips around one of her nipples, swirling your tongue around it to feel it harden from the touch.
the moan that slipped past her lips was obscene and loud, and you almost paused to wonder if her roommates were here to hear that. not that they hadn’t heard it before because you knew they did, even if they hadn’t outwardly said anything to either of you–paige wasn’t exactly the quietest when your tongue was on her clit. her sensitiveness to your touch and inability to keep the entire neighborhood from knowing always had you soaking wet in your panties.
still, you moved your head to swirl your tongue around her other nipple as well. when you were satisfied, you shifted just slightly to leave a hickey on the skin of her breast, and somehow managed to multitask by shoving her shirt off as you did so. you crawled out of her lap to kiss down her body until you got to the waistband of her shorts.
paige tried to pretend she wasn’t disappointed by the loss of your warmth in her lap, but she used the opportunity to rip her bra off as fast as she could. admittedly, you almost got distracted by her bare boobs (like a hopeless girl kisser, but you digress), but you kept your focus.
“that desperate for me, baby?” you asked sweetly, letting your hands trail down to hook your fingers in her waistband.
“yes,” she admitted shamelessly while vigorously nodding her head, her back arching slightly even from the light touch. she could already feel tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the anticipation and impatience, but tried her best to blink them away before you could notice.
a cocky grin rose to your face that she either ignored or didn’t notice, because knowing her, in any other situation, she would’ve made a comment about it–about how you needed to deflate that ego or something. it didn’t matter now though. all she could focus on was chasing the long awaited orgasm that you had been withholding, even though you already gave her one (albeit not on purpose).
she lifted her hips up to assist you in pulling off her shorts. you thought about making a comment about it, but ultimately decided against it when you realized she was being both desperate and genuinely helpful. and while you were at it, you pulled her boxers down with it to make it easier. maybe any other time she would’ve been a little insecure that she was sitting here fully naked while you were still fully dressed, but her mind was too far gone to think about it. you did though, so you slipped your shirt off swiftly to reveal your bare chest.
she tangled a hand in your hair softly, allowing her back to hit the mattress with a soft thud. from your new position kneeling between her bare legs, you kissed at her thighs as you grabbed them to rest on your shoulders. it was a caring gesture to make her more comfortable so she wasn’t stretched out too far, but it also happened to make you ache between your legs.
you let your breath fan over her core. her entire body twitched from the hot sensation, and she was trying to physically restrain herself from pushing your head into her. she did that often–pushing your head while you were eating her out, you mean–not that you minded, because you knew it meant you were doing a good job and you weren’t going to complain about being smothered by a pretty girl like that.
“you’re so wet,” you mumbled as you stared at her in disbelief. of course, it was to be expected from the events from earlier, especially because you could feel it, but it didn’t change the initial shock of seeing it like this–seeing how you made her feel.
she only gave you a whine in reply, and threw her other arm over her eyes in embarrassment. there was no denying how turned on she was, and she didn’t care to deny it either, because her mind was clouded with thoughts about how she just needed to fuck you right now.
despite her lack of answer, you licked a flat stripe from her entrance to her core anyway. her entire body jerked from the contact, fingers tightening in your hair like she didn’t care if she ripped it out. a loud sob fell from her lips and when you glanced up, you noticed that she had a tear running down her cheek. you considered checking on her, but decided to settle on the thought that the sob was from relief more than anything else.
you swirled your tongue over her entrance to lap up the arousal that had been forming for hours, humming quietly against her in content at the taste. her lips parted and a soft moan slipped past them at the feeling of finally, finally getting what she’s been waiting for. honestly, she’s surprised she could even make that sound at all from the pure bliss.
your tongue moved through her folds slowly to work its way up to her clit where you swirled it a few times before wrapping your lips around the bud and sucking gently.
“fuck,” she moaned, though it was somewhere between a moan and a sob. her thighs tightened against the sides of your head involuntarily. you glanced up to gauge her reaction, seeing that she had thrown her arm off to the side and was looking down at you with shiny eyes from tears threatening to fall.
you held eye contact with her gorgeous baby blue eyes that held so much need, so much want, as you licked her open slowly. the sensitivity was making her body twitch and her blinks lasted a little longer than usual, but she kept her eyes trained on yours too–wanting you to know how good it feels.
“i know, baby,” you said against her. you made sure your lips brushed over her clit when you spoke so she could feel the vibration. “feels good, doesn’t it?”
she didn’t reply verbally. instead, she rolled her eyes to the back of her head and threw her head back slightly because she wasn’t sure she could form a coherent sentence, especially because her tears were spilling onto her cheeks.
“talk to me,” you urged. you pulled your mouth away slightly so she could only feel your breath again, earning a sob in reply when she realized you weren’t going to continue unless she answered. “tell me, paige. i want to hear how much of a slut you are for me.”
she cried out weakly at the loss of contact, tilting her head forward to show you the pure desperation in her watery eyes as her eyebrows tilting upwards. “fuck, fuck. please, just touch me–i don’t–fuck, i need it so bad. please, make me come. please, i’ll do anything.”
“mhm,” you hummed, then licked another stripe up her center. it was mostly in agreement that you knew she probably would do anything, but also in satisfaction of how easily she was able to pathetically beg for it like she had no shame. she threw her head back again, this time keeping it pinned against the mattress so she could arch her back off it.
“oh my g–shit!” she cried, tears freely flowing down her cheeks now. she felt like a little kid again getting the one present on christmas that she had been begging for the entire year, finally unwrapping whatever that was on christmas morning after your parents gave cryptic answers about whether or not you were receiving it. “shit, i–fuck, too good. can’t–oh.”
her mindless babbling as an attempt to speak praises for you made a smile prick your lips slightly, but you couldn’t hold it for too long because of the way your tongue was all over her clit one minute and mouth wrapped around it to suck on it the next. your hands were wrapped around her legs firmly, somewhat holding them apart so she didn’t crush you but mostly just something for you to grip as you worked your magic on her.
you saw the familiar twitch in her abdomen, the signal that she was approaching her orgasm, and the way her mouth fell open and she pressed her hips up into her mouth. it took every single ounce of restraint you had left in your body, because she tasted so good and sounded so pretty, but you pulled away from her when she clenched around nothing.
a loud, probably painful sob ripped from her throat. “what the fuck. what the fuck is wrong with you–” she cried, bringing her hands up to cover her face so you couldn’t see her cry through yet another denial.
“i told you,” you started innocently, sitting back on your heels, but not too far so you could keep her legs on your shoulders, “it sounded like you were telling me.”
paige seemed to cry a little harder at the realization that you were going to punish her for what she said instead of brushing it off, and she was suddenly regretting her bratty behavior from earlier. she tried to keep her cries quiet as best she could, but the tears made it obvious.
“i wasn’t,” she said desperately, moving her hands off her face so she could prop herself up. “i wasn’t. i was begging.”
“didn’t sound like it,” you shrugged as much as you could with her legs right there, raising your eyebrows like it was obvious.
“please, i’ll do whatever you want. just–please, please. i can’t take it anymore,” she begged with a pouted a lip.
“i think you can,” you replied. her eyes widened with the realization that she was going to have to hold out longer, but you quickly dispelled this assumption by dipping your head between her legs again. “but i guess you’ve been good for me.”
she sobbed out of relief again, but louder this time, not even trying to hold back or hide the blatantly obvious crying like she had been doing before. her hand that was tangled in your hair held you firmly against her core, trying to make sure you didn’t run away again as she chased her orgasm. her hips were shifting in a sloppy rhythm as she tried to stifle the thrusts she was desperate to make–she didn’t want to ruin any chance she could have at finally getting her relief.
your tongue circled her clit at a steady pace that seemed overwhelming due to her sensitivity, and she couldn’t help but feel herself approaching the ledge already.
there was no warning before she was coming on your face in a silent, but hard, orgasm–she barely even had enough time to register it herself before it was taking over her. her limbs felt hot, beads of sweat collected on her forehead, and she wasn’t even sure if she was conscious anymore, to be honest. it was so fucking good, she had never felt euphoria like that in her life. if the lead up to this moment wasn’t so miserable, she was ask to do it every time.
“that’s it,” you mumbled as you worked her through it slowly, mostly just babbling to yourself because you were almost sure that paige wasn’t listening. “look so pretty coming for me, baby. falling apart on my tongue like that.”
you kept your eyes up to watch her as you moved your tongue slowly through her folds, then down to her entrance to clean up her orgasm as she hopelessly clenched around nothing. her body was still twitching like she was still in the height of it, her eyes screwed shut so hard that her vision was damn near white. honestly, it probably didn’t help that you were still going because it was probably just prolonging her already hard orgasm, but you had no mind to stop until she was done.
“fuck,” she choked out, though it sounded more like another sob. you pulled away from her at that, taking it as a sign that she was done. her body collapsed backward onto the bed with a heaving chest and swirling mind. despite her release, she was still so turned on.
the look on your eyes as you licked her–denied her–was stuck in the front of her mind, and the way you gasped on her fingers as she worked them inside of you was playing on constant loop in her ears.
paige had never really considered herself a sexual person–she didn’t necessarily need sex–but oh god, when you were around? especially after the first time she had felt your mouth on her and tasted you? it was all she could think about when you were near, even during practice when she should’ve been paying attention.
because of that, she found herself feeling the wetness build between her legs again. she watched with hooded eyes as you slowly stood from the floor and leant over to cage her head in to peck her lips gently.
“you want me to clean you up?” you whispered with a smile when you pulled away, brushing a strand of damp hair off her forehead.
she bit her bottom lip in thought and ran her eyes over your face for a moment, then shook her head and placed a hand on the back of your neck. she used the leverage to pull you back down for another heated kiss, resting the other hand on the front of your throat but not squeezing.
“want to make you come,” she murmured into your mouth. “want to make you feel good, too. it’s only fair.”
you laughed softly against her lips, “yeah?”
“mhm,” she hummed. then used the hand on the back of your neck to slide down to your waistband again, already slightly askew from sticking her hand in it earlier.
this time tho, she attempted to push your pants down rather than bypass them, forcing you to break the kiss so you could help her. you shoved them down your legs and stepped out of them gingerly–revealing that you had also removed your underwear along with them. she licked her lips hungrily, eyes trained on your now bare pussy as you stood there.
she opened her arms like she was asking for a hug, “i want you to sit on my face.”
you thought about replying with something smart or snarky, or maybe even confident and cocky, but you decided against it. instead, you crawled up her body slowly (because you wanted to come too, obviously).
you made a show of it too, brushing your clit over her hip, then over one of her nipples–just enough to make her choke on a gasp. and when you were just barely over her neck, she gave into the impatience by grabbing your hips and pulling you up to her mouth.
you let a gasp at the eagerness, and couldn’t help the amused giggle that somehow slipped past your lips. she didn’t bring any attention to either of them though as she immediately lapped up your arousal just the same as you had done to her.
you hovered over her face, not wanting to put your full body weight on her out of fear of suffocating her, causing her to roughly tug you down.
“i want you to sit on my face,” she repeated.
“but paige,” you argued through a moan, “i don’t want to crush you. what if you suffocate?”
“then i’ll die happy,” she mumbled, licking a hard stripe up your core like she wanted to prove a point.
there was no possible way you could argue with that logic, and you’re sure you’ve probably said the same thing to her before, so you didn't reply. you just relaxed your legs to let her catch your weight.
by the speed over tongue licking over your clit, you could’ve never guessed that she had just come as hard as she did after being left high and dry for hours. you suppose that’s probably the stamina and endurance she’s built from playing forty straight minutes in games lately.
or maybe she’s just crazy, that could also be a possibility.
“fuck,” you moaned when she flicked her tongue at just the right angle. you didn’t realize how desperate you were yourself just from watching her squirm and getting her off–you were literally throbbing between your thighs to the point that it almost was painful.
she hummed against you so you could feel the vibration instead of answering, her eyes closed in pure bliss. she wasn’t kidding when she said she would die happy. her hips were shifting slightly to look for some friction, feeling aroused all over again from eating you out, but you didn’t even notice because of the pleasure she was bringing you.
she wasn’t the only one whose hips were shifting though, yours were also shifting against her face subconsciously to chase your orgasm. she kept her grip on your legs firm, but didn’t try to still you–she loved that you were barely in control of your movements because of her doing.
the sensitivity from how turned on you were by paige’s pleasure mixing with how long it’s been since she had touched you last was enough to already send you unraveling, but you tried to hold off as best you could. you tightened your stomach and clenched your pussy to hold it off, but she seemed to notice.
one of her eyes cracked open curiously to read your expression, then pushed her tongue inside you as a silent plea to let go.
and you did–not that you could help it.
your head felt light as your orgasm rushed out of you and onto her tongue as she licked it up eagerly like it was her favorite meal. your eyes pinched together involuntarily at the feeling before you could even notice, a hand gripping at the sheet above her head as you rode it out.
with slightly trembling legs, you lifted yourself away from her mouth when it started to feel like too much. you set on the mattress next to her head, breathing heavily as you stared at her.
her mouth and chin were glistening, but she made no move to wipe it off. her lips were parted–either in shock or pleasure, you didn’t know–and one of her hands was resting on her chest.
you quickly figured out that her lips were parted in shock, because her other hand was between her legs playing with her pussy.
“paige,” you said with a mix of confusion and disbelief, watching as her fingers circled her clit slowly.
“i wanna fuck you again,” she said quietly with a whiny tone, her eyes sinfully wandering over your body like it was the first time she had seen you naked. “can i?”
you paused for a moment; then crawled back to lie against her pillows with your legs open and feet planted on the bed as a nonverbal invitation. she eagerly sat up, but she eyed her bedside drawer for a moment too long to be considered a coincidence. you followed her gaze, then looked back at her with a questioning expression.
she reached for the drawer to yank it open, pulling out a purple strap-on that looked very gently used with shaking hands. you swallowed thickly out of both arousal and nerves. it had been a while since you had taken a strap like that, but you couldn’t deny that you loved the feeling of it.
“is this okay?” she asked hesitantly, eyeing you to watch for any sense of discomfort.
“yes,” you breathed, “please.”
she practically scrambled to get it around her waist at your reply, fingers fumbling with the buckle like her limbs were delayed. when she had it fit to her liking, she crawled over to you so she was kneeling between your legs.
without warning, you sat up and wrapped your hands around the silicone. she sucked in a breath in surprise, but watched carefully as you let a string of spit fall from your lips onto the tip. you wrapped your mouth around it slowly, bobbing your head as you made eye contact with her like she could really feel it.
“holy fuck,” she whispered in disbelief–eyes wide and pupils blown from the sight.
you pulled off with an obscene pop, only meaning to get it wet with your spit to make it easier for her. a smug smile rose to your face as you leaned back against the pillows, watching as her cheeks flushed to a shade of red that you’re not sure you had ever seen before.
“you’re so worked up,” you teased. you lifted your hand to caress the pad of your thumb over her cheekbone fondly, making her smile.
“well, yeah,” she retorted.
much to your surprise, she put a hand under your hip to lift you onto your side, and settled on her own side behind you in a spoon position. she lifted your top leg up, setting your foot on top of her thigh to give her a better angle. then, she grabbed the silicone to press it against your entrance, rubbing it against you a few times to coat it in your slick.
“still okay?” she asked in your ear.
when you nodded, she took it as a sufficient enough answer to press the tip in slowly. you gasped from the sudden intrusion, realizing you probably should’ve used your fingers before this, but still relishing in the burning stretch that hurt so good. her hand released its grip on the silicone now that it was inside you, resting gently on your hip instead. her other arm was bent on the mattress and holding her up by her elbow so she could watch the way you swallowed her.
you turned your head back to watch her, studying every crinkle of her brow and every breath that left her mouth. she looked so divine like this. you wondered how you could ever give it up–or even let anyone else see it.
“look so pretty while you fuck me,” you moaned once she slid about halfway in.
she moaned softly in response, your words sending immediate heated arousal pooling between her legs. she was throbbing again–hopelessly aching like she hadn’t already had two orgasms today, like this was the first time she was touching you.
paige rested her forehead against the back of your shoulder and blew out a shaky exhale when she finally bottomed out in a weak attempt to stabilize herself in the heated moment. she couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to be here like this. she said a silent prayer of gratitude to whatever had possessed you to finger her in front of the entire tiktok live earlier.
“good?” she grunted. obviously she was looking for another verbal confirmation that she was good to keep going, that you felt comfortable in the situation and you didn’t want to stop, but you didn’t think you could make a word from the pleasure of being so full. so instead, you ground your hips lightly back up into her as a silent gesture.
a gasp ripped from the back of her throat from her agape mouth at the new development, feeling almost too stunned to react. she found it somewhere in herself to find the motion though, because she rolled her hips backwards to pull out nearly all the way before slowly rolling them forward until she couldn’t anymore, adding a small twitch of her hips when she was all the way in to hit even deeper.
you couldn’t even control the moan that came out of your mouth, or maybe it was more like a scream with how loud it was, but you didn’t even care. hell, the thought of other people hearing you was long gone from your list of worries about this moment. all you really cared about was feeling her body pressed against her back and chasing the orgasm she was going to give you with her strap.
“been waiting for this,” she said against your skin, mindlessly mouthing on the skin of your shoulder. she adopted a steady rhythm at a pace that almost made you wonder how her hips weren’t cramping, but your mind felt too much like putty to dwell on it. “been wanting to show you that no one can make you feel good like this.”
you tipped your head back as much as you could in the position you were in, partly in pleasure and partly to chase her mouth in a sloppily kiss. she got the hint–of course she did. paige was so perfect, so caring and attentive, she always knew just what you needed; sometimes it felt like she could read your mind.
you were barely kissing the corner of each other’s mouths, but the angle was too awkward to fix it and you felt too good to even really care. not that she did either, because the most she did was tighten her grip on your hip. it was so sloppy, so obscene, so hot.
you pulled away slightly. “thought you hated me?” you said snarkily, finding it within yourself to revive some of the earlier playfulness.
“can’t,” she shook her head. “could never. not when you fuck me like this. not when i can fuck you like this.”
it shouldn’t have done anything for you, really, but the desperate possessiveness shot a heat directly to your abdomen that streamlined how quickly you were tipping over the edge. and paige didn’t seem too far off, either.
“oh my god,” you moaned. your body stiffened to chase the oncoming release, not wanting to delay or mess up your chances of feeling it wash over you.
when paige choked on her breath, you were a goner. your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm tensed your entire body, the warmth blooming in your stomach beautifully. she did her best to keep her rhythm to help you ride it out, but she was feeling a little shaky from the sight of you and trying to chase her own high.
“i love making you come,” she barely choked out a whisper as she slowed her hips a little.
“you’re so good at it,” you replied.
you couldn’t help the way your body was twitching as you came down, lunging you forward and backward involuntarily like a puppet putting on a show. she collapsed behind you with a content sigh. her arm felt like jelly and her hips were becoming sore, but she couldn’t deny the mess between her legs–the throbbing wetness begging for you to touch her again.
her hot breath was fanning against the back of your neck, chest heaving against your back, and she made no move to pull out. not that you really minded, anyway. your body felt wrecked from the orgasm she gave you. her hand is loosely resting on your waist still, with the other thrown carelessly above her head. you wondered if she was even conscious anymore.
you could feel her hips starting to shift slightly. and you would assume she was just getting comfortable, but the shifting doesn’t stop. she’s giving you barely-there thrusts, so small they were like a secret she was trying to keep.
“paige?” you asked gently, reaching your hand back to settle on her thigh. “what are you doing?”
she blew a sharp breath out of her nose, then brushed it against your neck a few times, her hand shifting to wrap her arm around your waist. but she doesn’t stop.
“‘m sorry. i’m sorry, i can’t help it. you just looked so good coming for me,” she whined.
“i literally just came,” you said hesitantly. not necessarily because you didn’t want to, but because she looked fucked out. her hair was a mess, breath heavy, lips so red that they would probably turn purple soon, glassy eyes with tear streaks running down her cheeks, and her legs were shaking just slightly.
“i know, but i wanna see it again. please, baby, one more. need to watch you come on my dick again. let me see it.”
but she doesn’t give you any time to reply before she’s propping herself up on her elbow, planting her foot on the bed for a better angle, and rolling her hips in one long, teasingly slow thrust. her hand slid up to grip your jaw, not super tight, but enough to allow her to force you to look at her. her lips parted slightly when you made eye contact, eyes searching yours for any sign that she should stop.
you didn’t give her one, though, you just dug your fingers into her thigh and pulled her fiercely toward you. she definitely got the hint too, because she started really moving. the sensitivity from your previous orgasm and her desperation to please you made the way the strap when pushing inside you feel so heavenly, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes to the back of your head.
“fuck,” she moaned. her hand slid down to wrap around your throat, but kept a finger on your jaw to make sure your head stayed tilted toward her so she could watch your face. “look at you.”
honestly, you couldn’t even form words with the way she was squeezing your throat. you were pretty certain it was unintentional because she hadn’t really done it before–you were usually the one with a hand around her throat–and god, you wondered how you had ever gone without it.
“look so pretty. taking me so well,” she whispered, almost like she was in disbelief. “‘m so fucking wet watching you like this. never wanna stop fucking you.”
“jesus christ, paige,” you managed to choke out.
“yeah? that good?” she smiled proudly.
you didn’t answer, but you knew she didn’t need one. she could tell, obviously, and she wasn’t like you, who would make her say it with confidence. she released her grip from your throat to slide her hand down your body and land on your clit, circling her fingers on it gently. it felt like your body didn’t know what to do–grind into her fingers or onto the strap she was fucking with you with.
“goddammit,” you whined. usually, you would be embarrassed by the sound, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to dwell on it.
but paige, oh god, she nearly came on the spot. she had never heard anything like that from you before. given, tonight was the first night she was fucking you like this–with the strap, anyway–but you were always talking her through it and moaning around your words, even while receiving from her. not whining. she couldn’t lie that she felt her ego inflate a little from that.
she didn’t even know how she managed to keep her rhythm steady, but she made sure she pressed the strap in even deeper every time she bottomed out. you could feel the tip brushing against your cervix, just light enough that it made your head spin.
you felt your stomach clenching hard, your orgasm approaching much faster than you thought it would, but how could it not? the hottest girl you had ever seen in your entire life was pressing into you from behind, her gorgeous blue eyes staring into yours with an insatiable greed that made you question if you had the stamina and endurance to keep her satisfied. you would try, of course, but she looked ravenous.
“yeah, just like that,” she whined, increasing her speed on her circles. “want you to come for me just like this. make a mess on my dick.”
and you did–hard. there was something about her whiny, desperate tone in your ear that sent you spilling over the edge without your permission. you wanted to hold on for a little bit longer. you wanted to feel her deep thrusts, her fingers on you, and her eyes staring into you for just a little longer. not that it had to end here, you were pretty confident you could convince her to go again.
“that’s it, baby. look so good like this,” she whispered. her movements slowed to work you through the orgasm; her hand traveled back up to your jaw to make sure your head stayed tilted toward her again.
“thank you,” you whispered sweetly back in reply, tilting your head to capture her lips in a kiss.
she kissed back without hesitation, using her hand on your jaw as leverage to deepen the already slow, sensual movements of her lips against yours. luckily, she pulled the silicone out of you, not wanting to overstimulate you again because she couldn’t help but move her hips. you sighed into her mouth softly as your hand reached up to curl into her hair at the nape of her neck, and she moaned in response.
you chuckled quietly at her vocal reaction. there was no way you could predict that she would be this insatiable, that she could give you a run for your money when it came to sex.
you turned over to face her, eyes running over the sight of her used body. without asking for permission first, you reached forward to unbuckle the silicone and toss it haphazardly behind her. she watched you do so with curious eyes and wandering hands–it was like your boob was a fridge and her hand was a magnet, honestly.
“one more,” you murmured, but leaned forward to press your lips against hers before she had the chance to respond.
you slotted your legs with hers and used them to shift your position so you were on top, pressing your pussy against hers. it earned a sharp moan from her into your mouth, and her hands flew to your hips in surprise.
the feeling of your wet, throbbing clits grinding against each other was euphoric, to say the least, and you knew you weren’t going to last. it didn’t really matter though, because she obviously wasn’t going to either.
she wasn’t even kissing you back anymore. her lips were just parted with the occasional breath slipping past them, and her fingers were digging so hard into your hips that you were sure there would be bruises there later. she was grinding up against you too, but you weren’t sure if she even knew she was doing it.
“you like that, baby?” you asked as you pulled away, but you didn’t expect an answer this time. you knew the closest you would get would be maybe a choked moan. “you like feeling how many times i came for you like this?”
she must’ve already been close from fucking you with the strap, because her abdomen tensed and she was suddenly coming beneath you with the same force as before when you were denying her. the increased slick between the two of you only made you move faster, yet another moan slipping past your lips at the feeling.
“let me fuck myself on you, baby,” you said. not that she had even come down yet, but more as a warning that you had no intentions to stop when she did.
she just nodded in response, making sure her eyes stayed open to watch as you grinded your clit against hers helplessly fast. even though you weren’t going to stop, you still didn’t want to torture her that much, so you were trying find your orgasm as fast as possible.
her face scrunched from that way she winced at the sensitivity, but she did her best to hide it from you so that you would keep going. you knew she wanted to watch–she had made that very clear that she loved it.
it didn’t take long before you were coming again. your rhythm slowed down noticeably to prevent it getting sloppy, and it was over quick since this was the third one in a row. but you made no move to move away from her as you tried to catch your breath.
“i’ll get you with the strap next time,” you laughed.
───୨ৎ.. synopsis after breaking up with your boyfriend, you feel more numb than heartbroken. the only person you want to reach out to is paige—the best friend who’s always stayed. one text changes everything. when she shows up at your door, her quiet comfort makes you realize the truth you’ve been avoiding: it was always her. and for the first time, you finally say it out loud.
───୨ৎ.. content warnings emotional distress, mentions of toxic relationship patterns (taken for granted), mutual love confession.
───୨ৎ.. a/n they’re finally together, be happy 🙂 love this trope with my whole being and i definitely will continue this series or add onto it but make it ‘gf!paige’ idk yet 🤌
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you don’t cry right away. you think you will—think the second it’s over you’ll fall apart, crumble on the floor—but instead, there’s just silence. no tears, no shouting, just a stillness that feels heavier than sadness.
your phone buzzes a few times on the cushion beside you. you ignore it at first, until you see her name light up the screen: paige.
you open it slowly. the texts are what you expect—are you okay? do you need me? she always asks. she always shows up. and god, you need her.
your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a long time before you finally type:
you:
can you come over?
her reply is instant:
paige:
on my way.
you drop the phone and exhale like you’ve been holding your breath for hours.
twenty minutes later, there’s a soft knock on the door.
you open it to find her standing there—hood up, hair messy from the wind, worry written all over her face. she steps inside without waiting for an invitation, kicks off her shoes, and then you’re in her arms before you even realize you moved.
it’s not a casual hug. it’s the kind that feels like an anchor, like she’s been waiting for an excuse to hold you this close.
“you okay?” she whispers into your hair.
you shake your head, voice cracking as you breathe out, “no.”
her arms tighten around you. “it’s okay,” she murmurs. “you don’t have to be.”
her hand moves slowly up and down your back, grounding you in a way nothing else has tonight. you cling to her like she’s the only solid thing left in the world. and maybe she is.
after a while, you pull back, but she doesn’t let go completely—her hands stay on your arms, thumbs tracing light circles.
“i don’t know why i stayed so long,” you whisper, staring down at the floor. “i kept hoping he’d be someone he wasn’t.”
paige swallows, her jaw tightening, but her voice stays soft. “that’s not on you. you loved him the way you know how—completely. and he couldn’t handle that. that’s not your fault.”
your throat burns as the truth you’ve been avoiding crashes in: she’s the one who’s always seen you. always stayed.
you look up at her, and the words slip out before you can stop them. “paige?”
“yeah?”
“i think i’ve been in love with you this whole time.”
her breath catches. her lips part, eyes wide and searching yours like she can’t trust her ears. “don’t… don’t say that unless you mean it.”
you step closer, close enough to feel her warmth, her breath mingling with yours. “i mean it. i’ve never meant anything more.”
she laughs—shaky, almost disbelieving—before her forehead drops against yours. “god, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to hear that.”
you’re smiling through tears now. her thumb brushes them away, gentle like you’re something fragile. you lean into her hand because it feels like home.
“what happens now?” you whisper.
paige closes her eyes for a second, like she’s steadying herself, and then she says quietly, “now we talk. because i need you to know something first.”
you nod, heart in your throat. “okay.”
she takes a breath. “i’ve loved you for so long. but i can’t—i can’t be your rebound. i can’t be the person you run to just because he hurt you.”
the ache in her voice shatters something inside you. “paige… you’re not a rebound. you’re the reason i even had the strength to leave. because i realized the person who makes me feel safe, seen, loved… it’s been you all along.”
she studies your face, searching for any sign of hesitation. there’s none. just you—raw and certain.
“you promise?” she asks, voice breaking a little.
you nod, no hesitation. “i promise. you’re not second best, paige. you never were.”
she exhales, and it sounds like a prayer being answered. her hand cups your jaw, slow, tender, giving you every chance to pull away—but you don’t.
and then she kisses you.
it’s not rushed. not desperate. it’s soft, deliberate, like she’s memorizing the shape of forever in the curve of your lips. your hands find her hoodie, clutching gently as she tilts her head, deepening the kiss just enough to make your heart ache.
when she finally pulls back, her forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing a little uneven.
“told you,” she whispers, a smile ghosting her lips. “i was always gonna love you out loud.”
you grin, tears sliding down your cheeks again. “good. because i’m not letting you go this time.”
and when she kisses you again—slower, surer—you believe her.
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