the way you care
paige x reader
~a/n: ok a few thing- i’m ovulating, if i could inject brent faiyaz into my veins i would, and little old me just wanted to write based on this song okk, (smut w no plot sry) pls listen if you haven’t you’ll be blessed. also i feel like i may have got a req that kind of mirrors this a bit ago so if that’s true hello:))
~contains: fluff, sexual content
~summary: paige cares about you more than anything.
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rain whispers against the glass of paige’s window in a slow, steady rhythm. the sound made the room feel smaller and safer— like it’s even possible to feel safer than with the woman beside you.
paige is sprawled out, half-hidden beneath her thick comforter, the tv across from you casting a pale glow on her face and the entire room. every now and then she lets out a quiet sigh, the sound soft in the dark, and you can’t help but smile into the pillow beside her.
it’d been a long ass week. between shitty weather and much too many obligations between the both of you, it seemed as though the universe wanted to make five days feel like ten, make a task as simple as showing up to work feel like walking into a fifty-six hour shift. however, it was finally over. the only thing in your head space right now was a friday night, no immediate obligations, and paige.
the room smells faintly like popcorn you’d both crushed in ten minutes and cinnamon-vanilla from the candle you’d blown out an hour ago, the sweetness still lingering in the air, mixed with the clean scent of her shampoo that clung to the blankets. everything about the night felt warm— slow in the way only late nights with her ever seemed to be. the kind of night that made the rest of the world disappear.
nights like this always made something inside you soften. maybe it was the rain, or maybe it was simply paige— the way being with her turned even the most ordinary nights into something that felt sacred. there was something almost unreal about the ease of it all, about the way your body naturally sought hers out without thought, as if closeness had become second nature.
your fingers lightly toy with the hem of her shirt, absentminded and affectionate, tracing over the soft fabric where it stretched across her waist. sometimes you still found yourself caught on the same thought over and over again— how someone could make you feel so safe, so deeply known, and still somehow make your heart race every time she looked at you.
paige had a way of making even exhaustion feel romantic. after a week that had wrung every ounce of energy from both of you, this— her body warm against yours, her thumb brushing slow circles into your side, the quiet rise and fall of her breathing— felt almost like healing.
an overwhelming sense of warmth and gratitude always filled your chest thinking about how lucky you were to have someone to feel so safe with, so secure and so there for you.
you’re curled into her side, head resting just below her shoulder, one of her arms tucked around your waist beneath the covers, legs tangled and resting together like you were make for each other. her thumb moves absentmindedly over the fabric of your shirt, tracing lazy circles against your hip as she watches your movie, a touch so unconscious and familiar that it made your chest ache with affection.
paige’s attention was split between the screen and the quiet comfort of holding you, of the weight of you on her, but every few moments her eyes drifted down to your face. she always looked at you like that— like she was memorizing you even in the simplest moments, like she still couldn’t quite believe you were there. of course you did the same, always unable to fathom how you got so lucky.
“you comfy?” she murmurs suddenly, voice low and a little rough with sleep, and due to the silence that has settled between you for a bit.
you tilt your head up just enough to meet her eyes, the blue-white light of her flatscreen reflecting in them. “mhm,” you murmur, sleep evident in your voice.
a soft smile touches her lips, sleepy and so full of fondness it makes your stomach flutter, despite the action being so simple. she reaches for the remote on her bedside table and moves to turn the movie off—considering you both had been gradually not paying attention anyway and she knew you’d be turning it off anyway— the background sound finally fading and screen dimming into darkness.
now the room was almost entirely dark, except for the occasional flash of headlights slipping through the rain-streaked curtains that cover her large window.
her full attention is finally on you, not that her mind hasn’t been rewired to always be focusing on you anyway. you adjust then, and she reciprocates the movement, allowing for you bodies to move closer under the covers.
the silence between you wasn’t empty. it was thick with warmth, with familiarity, with all the things that had long since stopped needing words. her hand moved from your waist to brush a strand of hair away from your face, fingers trailing slowly along your cheek before settling there.
“you’re so pretty.” she says it absentmindedly, like it’s as simple and immediate as breathing in and out.
the words hit you softly, but the way she said them made heat bloom beneath your skin. not rushed or teasing, just honest and something so natural.
her gaze dances over your face with something close to reverence, eyes heavy-lidded and adoring. the kind of look that made it impossible not to feel wanted, to feel loved.
you smile, almost shy despite how many times she’s looked at you this way before, and despite the fact that you look at her the exact same way. “you say that every night.”
“because it’s true every night,” she murmurs, low eyes flicking between yours before dropping down, “it’s true every second of every damn day.” her voice drops even quieter, almost swallowed by the rain before she leans in. of course you respond right away— paige’s lips against yours felt as needed as oxygen to your lungs, especially after the day you’d had.
the kiss starts slow, barely there at first— a soft press of lips brushing yours, lingering like you have all the time in the world, which right now you might as well. nothing else mattered but paige. it’s sleepy and sweet, the kind of kiss that belongs to late nights and tangled sheets and being too in love to ever really leave each other alone.
she sighs into your mouth before pulling back for just a moment, just to look at you again. her eyes are heavy lidded, filled with a sleepy kind of need and adoration that made you feel weak.
her hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair as she dives back in and kisses you again, a little longer this time, a little deeper. the softness slowly gives way to something more needy, though it’s still unhurried, open-mouthed and warm, like she needs to savor every second.
despite the softness you’re reciprocating, you can also feel the shift in her breathing before anything else, the way it catches just slightly as you shift closer, your leg brushing against hers with more purpose beneath the blanket. her other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you nearer until there isn’t space left between your bodies. the warmth of her against you is intoxicating, and more need than sleepiness is suddenly swirling between you.
outside, rain still patters with a steady rhythm, the occasional slosh of tires sounding against wet pavement and headlights cutting through the darkness of your surroundings. but inside, everything had narrowed down to this— the warmth of her body pressed impossibly close beneath the blankets, her breath against your lips, her tongue brushing yours slowly, the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath your hands as they slide up and down her toned abdomen— there isn’t anywhere else you’d rather be.
paige pulls back only enough for her forehead to rest against yours, both of you smiling a little, breathless in that private way, eyes low and cheeks a bit flushed.
“i missed you today,” she says softly.
the confession settles between you like warmth, small and tender, but somehow heavier because of how honestly she said it. paige always loved with her whole heart, and in quiet moments like this, you could feel every ounce of it.
your hand lifts to her face, fingertips brushing over the softness of her cheek. “i missed you too, babe.”
a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, sleepy and fond, but there was something else in her expression now— something quieter, deeper, “wish i could glue you to my hip or sum, hate not being near you.” her eyes move over your face like she’s searching for every little reaction, every flicker of feeling you give her.
then her lips find yours again. the kiss lingers, still slow like before but almost more sensual now, like beneath that softness was a quiet kind of hunger that was quickly coming to the surface. paige kisses you like she never wants to stop, like every second apart from your mouth had been too long, and you can’t help but stay like this for a while— mouths sliding against each other like you needed it to live.
her fingers slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as she tilts you closer, deepening the kiss more, just enough to make your breath catch a bit. you shift closer instinctively, arms wrapping around paige’s neck, and the soft sound she lets out against your mouth makes your stomach tighten.
it was just a quiet, breathy sound, almost involuntary. but it told you everything.
you pull back this time just enough to look at her. her forehead still rests against yours lashes low over eyes that had gone impossibly darker in the dim light.
“you’re so perfect, ma,” she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. she can’t help but stare at your plump lips, matching the way hers are slick from your kiss, “can’t get enough of you.”
the way she says it made your chest ache. not because it was dramatic, but because it sounded so genuine. like in this sleepy little room, with rain tapping at the windows and the blankets tangled around your legs, she truly meant every word, and you know she did.
her hand drifts from your hair, fingers tracing slowly down the curve of your neck, over your shoulder, lingering at your waist and dragging down to your lower back. the touch was light, almost absentminded, but every movement felt intentional in the way it made your skin spark beneath her fingertips.
paige loved touching you. almost never in a rushed or careless way, either. she touched you like she was proving every single part of you mattered.
her palm settles against your side, drawing slow circles through the fabric of your shirt as she kisses you, and you can feel her exhale shakily against your lips as you lean into her touch.
that small response from you always did something to her. almost everything you do did something to her. you could see it in the way her eyes softened, in the way her hand tightened just slightly at your waist, like pleasing you was as natural to her as breathing.
“c’mere,” she whispers, warm hands sliding under your shirt now and gently tracing just under your breasts.
her voice was low, warm and husky with sleep and affection, as she gently guides you closer until you’re nearly— and finally— on top of her, bodies fitting together in that easy, familiar way that came from knowing someone so well.
you shift slightly so your chest is still pressed against hers, but knees now bracketing her hips, ass resting just above the very place you were beginning to need most.
the kiss that followed was slower, deeper— a mixture of twirling tongues, licking into each other with hunger, quiet groans from paige’s throat that made your cunt throb. you couldn’t help but rock down onto her, fiening for any kind of friction, and she responds with no hesitation. her hands find your ass, grabbing there and helping you roll down again, tilting her head a bit at the same time before sucking your tongue into her mouth with purpose.
her hands can’t help but wander more now— still gentle, still full of love, but more certain. she lets her touch linger, savoring the feel of you, the way you grip harder at the hair behind her neck before traveling down to feel her waist. a couple times she pauses, just to look at your face, as if your reactions were her favorite thing in the world— and honestly they were.
because every little breath, every quiet sigh, every way you melted into her seemed to make something in her soften and intensify all at once. all she wanted was more of you. more closeness, more softness, more of the sounds only she got to hear in moments like this.
the room felt warmer now, the air thicker with the slow, undeniable pull between you, and neither of you planned to slow it down.
paige’s nose gently brushes against yours, eyes heavy and full of adoration.
“wanna make you feel good,” she whispers, the movement brushing against your lips, “just quick, just wanna feel you.”
the words were so quiet, so intimate, that they seemed to disappear into the dark around you. but the way she looked at you after saying them—so full of love, devotion, and want— made it clear that this was never just about desire.
it was about you. always you.
you hold her gaze for a moment, and the look in her eyes nearly undoes you. it isn’t just want, it’s something deeper than that— something warm and consuming and so full of devotion that it makes your stomach tighten. you’d never get used to it.
your fingers slide into the hair at the nape of her neck, nails lightly grazing her scalp, and the soft sound that leaves her throat is enough to send heat rushing through you.
“yeah?” you whisper against her lips, almost inaudible. her hands tighten instinctively at your hips, thumbs pressing slow circles into your skin where you shirt has risen, itching for it to be discarded.
“always,” she breathes, “lemme love on you for a bit, baby.” the word falls from her lips like instinct.
her mouth finds your jaw then, kisses more intentional, open-mouthed and hot against your skin in a way that makes you let out a soft moan. every touch feels worshipful— like she isn’t simply touching you, but learning you all over again.
paige’s hands drift lower, palms warm and firm where they guide your hips into another slow roll against her, and the quiet groan that leaves her this time sounds almost helpless.
that sound does something to both of you.
the room suddenly feels hotter, the air thicker, every movement heavier with meaning. outside, the rain keeps falling in its steady rhythm, but the only thing either of you can seem to focus on is the growing ache between your bodies and the way paige looks at you like pleasing you is the only thing she wants tonight.
“lemme take care of you,” she murmurs softly, lips brushing your skin between words, the breath of it hot against you.
and the way she says it— so tender, so sure, so in love— makes it impossible not to melt into her. you simply nod in response, wasting no time before removing your sleep shirt, then moving to take hers off, too.
your hands immediately find the warm skin of her stomach before dipping down, placing slow, soft kisses along the underside of her tits. all she can do is stare, eyes heavy lidded and completely in a trance by you. her hands continue to rub up and down your spine, stopping at your hips and squeezing there as she tilts her head to the side, giving you more access to the column of her throat as you suck light marks on the skin.
she hums in satisfaction— the sound almost drowned out by the rain outside— before grabbing your jaw and bringing your mouth back to hers, kissing you with a passion that makes you whimper against her mouth. she lets her other hand wander to your tits, lightly massaging the soft flesh there before releasing your bottom lip with a pop.
“lay back for me, ma.”
you do as she says, wanting to savor the moment, yet growing more impatient with every passing second. the look in her eyes nearly takes the breath from your lungs— full of that same deep, consuming affection she always seems to wear so openly when it comes to you.
paige’s hands slide gently along your sides as she guides you back against the pillows, fingertips grazing over your skin in slow, deliberate strokes that leave warmth when they pass. the blankets shift around you, soft against your legs, while the rain outside continues its steady rhythm, almost like it’s setting the pace for the moment.
she pauses for a second just to look at you. you bite back a smile, cupping her cheeks affectionately, almost encouraging her to continue to where you needed her most.
her gaze drifts over your face, then lower, slow enough to make heat bloom beneath your skin, her eyes glazing over a bit as she takes in the view of your tits. so perfect, and all hers. it would truly never get old.
“so pretty for me,” she murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep and something deeper.
then her lips find your neck. the kisses are slower against your skin, warm and open-mouthed as she moves lower. every touch feels intentional, every brush of her mouth against your skin making it harder to stay still. her hands smooth over your waist, thumbs tracing absentminded circles as if soothing you even while she’s slowly undoing you.
the room feels warmer with every second, and you can’t help but arch toward her when she reaches your tits. she swears she could live here— taking you as far into her mouth as she can, licking up to your hardened nipples before twirling her tongue around the area, the sound of her soft moans vibrating against your skin and eyebrows furrowing in concentration— feeling just as much pleasure from it as you are.
your fingers twist lightly into the sheets as she presses one last lingering kiss to your chest before placing another one lower, then another, taking her time in a way that makes the waiting almost unbearable. but somehow that’s what makes it better.
with paige, it never feels like impatience. it feels like being adored.
she finally reaches the waistband of your shorts, fingers hooking there for just a moment as if even now she’s forcing herself to slow down.
when you look up at her, the sight nearly makes your breath catch, simply from the look of her— lips are kiss-swollen, hair tousled from your fingers running through it, and her eyes dark and heavy with want, softened only by the affection that never seems to leave them when she looks at you.
she pauses, gaze flicking up to your face, searching you the way she always does, as if to read you. to make sure every inch of you is still with her in this moment.
there’s something almost unbearably tender in the way she takes you in, chest rising and falling a little heavier now, like she’s trying to steady herself.
“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” she murmurs, voice rough and low, the words slipping out like they’ve been sitting on the tip of her tongue for too long.
her thumb brushes lightly along the edge of the waistband, just barely ghosting against your skin, and the tiny touch is enough to send a shiver through you, and the reaction doesn’t go unnoticed. if anything, it seems to undo her further. she finally drags the clothing down your legs, the fabric falling somewhere with both your shirts.
a soft, almost helpless breath leaves her as the corner of her mouth lifts, something adoring and almost dazed in the expression. seeing you respond to her is her favorite thing in the world.
“look at you,” she whispers, eyes dragging slowly back up to meet yours, “unreal.”
the room feels impossibly warm now, the rain outside fading into little more than a distant hush beneath the sound of your breathing and hers. paige leans down, pressing another slow kiss to your stomach, lingering there for a moment before looking back up at you from beneath her lashes.
the sight of her like that— completely focused on you, hair falling messily around her face, eyes full of devotion and need— makes your heart pound.
she starts with licking a long, firm stripe from your slit, all the way up to the top of your clit before placing a soft kiss right above it, meeting your gaze once more before she fully gets lost in your pussy.
“best thing i ever fuckin’ tasted, swear,” she murmurs, lips brushing against your puffy clit before she dives back in for good. she licks a few tight circles at your clit before descending back down, lapping at your entrance like she’s been starved for days. you can’t help the moan that rips out of you, forever in awe of how fucking well she undoes you.
the sounds you make always spur her on. she moans loudly against you, the vibration of it making your eyes rolls back involuntarily, hands grasping at her scalp to push her impossibly further into your cunt, and welcomes it, of course.
she hums against you before dipping her tongue into your entrance, nose nudging your clit, tongue collecting your slick and dragging it up and down your clit before dipping right back in. your moans switch from guttural to high whimpers, brain washed of everything except paige.
you’re sure she’s enjoying this just as much as you are, her down eyes rolling back from the taste of you, finger tips gripping into your thighs hard enough to leave marks, an almost continuous hum of satisfaction rumbling from her throat and vibrating through you, all the way up to your ears.
as if you couldn’t have any more pleasure coursing through you, paige lifts from you for only a second, maintaining eye contact before quickly replacing her tongue with two fingers. her brows furrow at the way you clench against her, wasting no time before curling them deeply, enough for your legs to start trembling.
“hear that?” she murmurs, and you do— the sound or your pussy shallowing her fingers paired with the sounds you’re both making is fucking addicting, “best pussy i ever seen, always do so good f’me.”
you simply moan in response, mouth falling slack, the sound catching in your throat when she latches her lips back onto your clit without warning.
the way she’s working at you is relentless— fingers curling and thrusting so fast it’s overwhelming, tongue sucking at you hard before she flattens it, shaking her head back and forth, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
and you can feel you’re there. you both do, considering paige can read you like the back of your hand, gauge how fast you’re about to cum with how shallow your breath gets, how your whimpers come out uncontrollably.
“i’m almos’ there p, don’t stop please.”
you roll against her face— instinctively chasing your high— and paige lets her tongue press with more pressure, fingers following your movements until you let you a guttural moan, which she matches, the sound rumbling against your entrance as your eyes shut so tight you can see figures behind them. maybe it’s fucking heaven.
your climax comes hard, and of course paige eases out of you slowly, lapping at you gently until you’re fully ready to come back down to earth.
“fuck, you’re too good, baby.” it slips out of you before you think about it, though it comes as so surprise to either of you. paige simply huffs out a laugh in response, kissing the inside of your thighs softly before climbing back up, hands rubbing along you sides and mouth sucking openly along your jawline.
“only the best for you, ma,” she rasps out, her glassy eyes meeting yours before finally finding your lips again.
the kiss is impossible slow, tongues sliding and saliva mixing in a way that had you both feeling like you just smoked a blunt. you stay there for a bit, soaking in the feeling of skin to skin, something so comforting it hurt.
it hits you then— you needed to feel all of her. right now. despite the fact paige had just wanted to get you off ‘quick,’ you both knew that’s never how it’d go.
“let me feel you, babe,” is all you need to say, and paige doesn’t hesitate. as much as she only cared about pleasing you, the ache between her legs right now was very there.
wordlessly, you reach for the waist band of her sweats, and she helps you discard of them along with her boxers. she lets you slide her sports bra off, too, and your mouth could never not water at the sight of her— broad shoulder, perfect tots, toned stomach all for you. she was simply intoxicating.
her gaze her heavy on you, mouth hanging open as you latch onto her chest, sucking at her hardened nipples and kissing slowly up her collar bones and to her neck. her grip on the pillow beside your head is almost trembling as she lets out a shaky sigh, struggling to stay upright, before ultimately switching your positions anyway.
the movement is almost clumsy, driven more by need than thought. you’re leaning over her, eyes tracking the way her lips are kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, golden hair splayed around her shoulders. there’s something almost dazed in the way she’s looking up at you, like she’s already far gone.
her hands slide slowly up your sides, palms warm against your skin as they trace the curve of your waist and ribs, lingering there. she can’t help but feel every inch of you.
“god,” she breathes softly, almost to herself, gaze dragging over your face before falling lower, “you’re so beautiful.”
the room feels even warmer now, the air thick with the quiet rustle of sheets and the steady rhythm of rain still against the window.
she shifts again, settling herself more comfortably under your legs, fitting both of your thighs together just right, and the closeness alone sends heat rushing through you.
her hands find your thighs next, fingers spreading there, thumbs brushing slow circles into the soft skin as if grounding both of you.
paige’s breathing catches and you can feel it in the way her body stills for half a second, the way her lips part as her eyes lift to meet yours again, the kind of need and affection that aches.
you lean down just enough for your foreheads to brush, noses grazing, breaths mingling, and for a moment neither of you moves.
her grip tightens slightly at your hips where they meet your thighs as she eases closer, slow enough to drag the anticipation out, her expression softening into something almost helpless when your centers begin to meet.
“shit, let me feel all you, mama.” it’s almost a whisper, a shaky exhale leaving her lips as you lower onto her. the contact is slight at first, barely there, but it’s enough to make her eyes flutter for a second.
she’s fucking soaked, so much so that it takes you a second to align your pussy just right, at directly the right angle you know would make her feel good as fast as possible.
“yeah, put that pretty pussy on me,” she murmurs, already coming undone faster than she’d like— not even because of her own pleasure, either. even now, all she’s thinking about is how you feel, wanting to make this last as long as possible for you.
she looks absolutely wrecked below you— flushed cheeks, furrowed brows, parted lips, eyes dark and glassy with want— and yet there’s still that same tenderness in the way she looks at you. like you’re a trophy on her mantle.
you let out a soft moan as you set your pace against her cunt, sliding slowly, letting your hands meet behind paige’s neck while her grip on your hips tightens. head lolling to the side, eyelids dropping even lower than before, she guides you against her while her own hips roll up to meet yours, and the way your swollen clits are fitting is fucking delicious.
it doesn’t take long for your hips to roll against paige even quicker, more purposeful, all sensitivity from your last orgasm fully gone, your only thought in mind to make her feel just as good as she does you— though it definitely doesn’t take much.
“fuckk.. you’re so fucking good,” paige almost slurs, spreading her thighs wider to deepen the pleasure between you, warm hands traveling down to grip at your ass me now rocking you against her pussy even firmer, even deeper. you let out a whimper as a sharp wave of pleasure shoots through you, and paige wastes no time before reaching you and catching you in a searing kiss.
it’s more of a messy clash of mouths— all teeth and tongue and heavy breathing— but neither of you care, too high off the drug of each other to carry any coordination right now. she breaks off and dips down suddenly, all but dragging her lips down your jaw to place hot, wet kisses on your neck, grip on your hips never faltering despite the way the roll of both your hips is getting more and more sloppy the closer to get to your peaks.
her arms drag up, a bit sweat-slicked from the heat between you before wrapping around your shoulders to hug you closer. she lets out a low groan, the sound muffled by the way she’s dug her face into the crook of your neck, “almos’ there, baby, come with me. know you can.”
the sound of her voice does it for you, your second orgasm ripping out of you with a shaky moan as you melt deeper into paige’s chest, thighs trembling against hers. she’s there with you just a second later with one last buck of her hips, puffy pussy brushing yours as she lets out a dragged out moan, eye brows furrowing and pulling you impossibly closer.
for a moment, neither of you move. the only sounds filling the room are the steady patter of rain still against the window and the shaky rhythm of your breathing, both of your bodies still trembling in the aftermath. paige’s chest rises and falls hard beneath you, warm and damp where you’re pressed against her, her arms still locked around your shoulders like she can’t bear to let you go yet, like you’d want her to anyway.
you stay there, half-collapsed into her, face tucked against the crook of her neck while her fingers slowly drag up and down your spine, soothing and absentminded, like she’s grounding both of you.
paige lets out a breathless little laugh and the sound vibrates against your skin.
“shit,” she murmurs, voice rough and wrecked, lips brushing your temple, “thought you said you were tired, hm?”
you can’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips, lifting your head just enough to look at her— she looks completely ruined beneath you, though surely you match her.
hair tousled around her face, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a deep pink, chest still rising in uneven breaths. her eyes are heavy-lidded, glassy, and so full of adoration that it makes warmth bloom through your exhausted body all over again.
“nah, you were tired,” you mumble, barely able to keep the teasing out of your voice. “i said i was comfortable.”
a soft groan leaves her as she tips her head back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she looks back at you with that same dazed, dangerous smile.
“alright then,” she says, voice low and playful, hands sliding slowly down your back until they settle at your hips. “i hope you don’t think i’m not bouta getchu right again.”
the words settle between you, half-joke and half-promise. the way she looks at you after saying it—a bit tired, wrecked, but still so hungry for you— makes heat stir low in your body again despite the exhaustion.
you laugh softly, shaking your head as your fingers brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
“we’ll see.”
paige’s smile turns softer, more intimate, her thumb tracing slow circles into your hip as the rain continues outside. you lean down to kiss her again, softer this time, mouths still swollen and warm, the kiss lingering in that sleepy haze that always came after this.
but the way her hands tighten at your waist tells you everything— this night is far from over.
