TWO AM

TWO AM

paring: toxic!paige x oc fem!reader synopsis: paige gets a late night visit warning(s): porn with plot, angst if you squint, strap usage, just toxic asf tbh word count: 5.8k (got carried away okay)

a/n: luvnoirs ten month writing comeback wooo🤓 this is ib my one edit of paige to the song 2 am by che ecru thanks to ky🤞 also this is barely proofread sawry in advance

p: u up?

what you had with paige couldn’t quite be defined as a friendship—or a relationship. it existed somewhere in the gray, an undefined tension between casual and complicated. but now, after three weeks of seeing your new found boyfriend, cameron, things with paige had come to a halt. before cameron, it was never anything serious with her—just sex. yet when you told paige how things were getting more serious with him, you couldn’t ignore the subtle shift in her behavior.

for one, she started texting you more.

p: you just gon leave me on seen?

nia: stop texting my phone, paige.

her reply was almost immediate.

p: you still replying tho...?

“who are you texting?”

you looked up to see cameron groggily rubbing his eyes, his gaze shifting from you to your phone.

you forgot he was sleeping over tonight.

you forced a calm smile, lying effortlessly. “just azzi. she can’t sleep, so now she’s bothering me.”

he mumbled something incoherent before pulling you closer, slipping back into a deep sleep. you sighed against his chest, silently cursing the situation you’d created for yourself.

cameron wasn’t oblivious to your history with paige. being part of uconn's men’s basketball team, he had front-row seats to the dynamics of your shared social circles. you'd even go as far to say that the two were acquaintances. but the two of you had promised there was no one else in the picture weeks ago, so from his perspective, there was no reason to question that promise at the moment.

still, here you were—responding to the blonde you should have blocked weeks ago. your were definitely strapmatized.

as if on cue, your phone screen lit up with another text from paige.

p: he with you?

nia: yeah, why?

the typing bubbles appeared briefly, then disappeared. for a moment, you thought she might finally give up and leave you alone. but another part of you—the part you didn’t want to acknowledge—yearned to see her again, even if it was just through another message.

tonight was her first night back in storrs. she’d been on the road for away games for about a week now and distance only made everything feel messier. even if it wasn’t about sex, you knew you needed to see her—if only to finally have that conversation about what the hell was going on between the two of you.

you turned off your phone and eased yourself off cameron's chest, resting your head on the pillow instead. his snores grew louder, grating against your patience. just as your eyelids started to fall minutes later, your phone dinged again.

you opened paige's latest message and nearly dropped your phone in shock.

p: come over.

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attached was a picture. you tapped to enlarge it, your pulse quickening as the image filled the screen. paige was sprawled out on her bed, her lights dimmed just enough to set the mood. the photo framed her bare lower abdomen, her toned stomach accentuated by the faint lines of muscle. below that, her boxers sat low on her hips, her right hand resting on the waistband, her thumb teasingly toying with it.

your breath hitched.

she was playing you, and it was working a little too well. your thighs pressed together beneath the sheets as you felt that awfully familiar pressure between your legs. the screen started to dim from inactivity as your widened eyes remained glued to the image. you didn't even need to see her face in the picture to know she had that dumb ass smirk on her face.

and then, a sharp squeeze around your waist reminded you of reality. cameron's arm tightened, pulling you closer in his sleep, grounding you in the present.

quickly, you shut off your phone and threw your head back with a quiet groan, the weight of your decisions pressing on your chest.

paige was relentless and competitive to her core. she was the type who wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted— on and off the court. but this wasn’t about winning, not really. deep down, you knew she was right.

the truth was, you wanted her just as much as she wanted you. maybe more. but admitting that?

no. you couldn’t.

not with cameron lying next to you at least. his presence was a reminder of the stability paige could never offer you. with her busy schedule, she wasn’t ready for a real relationship. you also knew that, in some twisted way, cameron was the stand in for the spot in your life you’d quietly reserved for her.

you turned your head, looking at cameron's peaceful, oblivious face. guilt twisted in your stomach as you carefully slid his arm off you, trying not to disturb him. when his breathing remained steady, you slipped out of bed and into your slippers.

as you passed by the mirror on your way to your closet, you caught sight of yourself: a pink pajama set, loose and comfortable, paired with your bonnet still securely wrapped around your head. you snorted softly at the sight.

you slipped your bonnet off and let your hair fall down your shoulders, too lazy enough to do anything to it besides run your fingers through the loose curls. sliding on your jacket, you pulled your phone back out and typed a quick message to paige.

nia: i'm coming to talk. nothing else paige.

a lie.

p: okay lmaooo

p: i'm on whatever you on ni

nia: and i hope you know im not getting cute for your ass...

her reply came almost immediately.

p: good cause you about to look a mess regardless so it doesn't matter tbh😭😭

seen at 2:03 am.

the walk to paige's dormitory was short. thankfully, you were lucky enough to share the same residential hall as the uconn women's basketball team. by the time you made it to her door, you were already typing away at your phone, letting her know that you've arrived. it wasn't long until you heard footsteps approaching behind the decorated white door before it finally opened to reveal paige just as she was seen in the picture.

her hair was pulled back into a low bun, her usual earring studs noticeably absent. her signature cross necklace hung delicately around her neck, peeking out from the collar of her plain white shirt. she looked annoyingly effortless, as usual.

she studied you for a bit before letting out a quiet laugh once she eyed your fluffy bunny eared slippers.

"don't even start." you muttered, pushing her aside to step in. you knew she shared a dorm with a few of her other teammates so you made your way into her room quickly.

paige followed closely behind you, the soft click of the door shutting and locking breaking the silence.

“you're eager,” she teased lightly, leaning against the doorframe with a casual confidence that made your chest tighten. her hands rested behind her back, and her sharp eyes trailed over you, drinking in every inch. but beneath the teasing tone, she could sense it—the hesitation, the worry clouding your expression.

“relax,” she said, her voice softer now. “everyone's out. jana's hosting a movie night, and i dipped early. no one’s coming back anytime soon.”

a bit of the tension in your shoulders eased at her words, but the frown on your face remained. you couldn’t shake the feeling creeping up your spine. you knew exactly how this night was going to end, and regret was already starting to simmer under the surface, even with paige standing there looking as effortlessly good as she did.

“i shouldn’t even be here,” you muttered, more to yourself than her.

“but you are,” paige shot back with a nonchalant shrug, her lips curling into that trademark smug smile that always managed to get under your skin. “what's wrong? that little boyfriend not doing it for you?”

her tone was sharp enough to cut, her words steeped in both humor and something else—something heavier, more pointed. it made your stomach twist uncomfortably, a mix of irritation and that unexplainable magnetic pull she always had over you.

you sank down onto the edge of her bed, the familiar feel of her purple sheets beneath your fingers grounding you for a moment. she was so... calm about this and it was pissing you off.

“don't talk about my boyfriend,” you snapped, your tone firmer than you intended.

you weren’t heartless. cameron was good to you—kind, thoughtful. and yes, you did like him… but only in a way that felt easy, and far too temporary. the truth, though, was that no amount of warmth from him could compete with the fire paige set in you. and deep down, you knew you hadn’t stayed in bed with cameron tonight because with paige, it was just… different.

as cliche as it sounds, the way she looked at you made you feel seen, like the only girl in the world. being here, on her bed, surrounded by her scent—it should make you feel disgusted with yourself. It should make you feel guilty. but instead, you felt like you belonged here, like you could finally breathe. the weight that pressed down on you when you were with cameron had vanished the moment you stepped into this room.

paige let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as her eyes remained locked on yours. she pushed off the doorframe, taking her time as she started to reduce the distance between you. her presence was commanding, forcing you to tilt your head up to meet her gaze as she stopped in front of you.

“its a little too late to start acting like the perfect girlfriend, ni,” she murmured, her voice low and steady, but there was an edge to it that sent shivers down your spine. “i didn’t force you to be here. you made that choice all on your own.”

her words hit harder than you wanted to admit, the truth in them cutting through the fog in your mind. you looked away, almost cringing at the weight of it all.

“as if you know shit about being a girlfriend,” you fired back, your voice sharp but not quite as steady as you’d hoped.

“who says i don’t?” paige shot back instantly, matching your energy.

for a second, you almost laughed. paige bueckers in a serious relationship? it sounded absurd. but as you stared at her, waiting for the punchline, her face remained serious, her gaze unwavering. if you squinted hard enough you could even sense some vulnerability behind her eyes.

“p, when have you ever been in a real relationship?” you asked.

paige tensed for a second. “what do you think this is, ni? a game? you think i'm playing with you?”

the way you stayed silent only confirmed your answer.

her voice dropped, and her eyes softened in a way that made your chest tighten. “i haven't." paige said simply as she took a seat next to you. she leaned back against her arms and starred at the ceiling. "i never wanted anyone until we started seeing each other."

you tensed, instinctively turning your head to avoid her gaze. but paige wasn't one to let you slip away so easily. her hand reached out, firm yet gentle, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

"I'm serious, ni," she said, her voice soft but unwavering.

and you believed her. paige was always honest, painfully so at times. but it was one of the things you'd always loved about her– how she never sugarcoated her feelings, no matter how raw or inconvenient they were.

she licked her lips before continuing. "i know it sounds bad, but seeing you with him... it made me realize how fucking bad i want you. i wan't to be the one driving you to class, picking you up from work, paying for your expensive ass lululemon and shit..."

a laugh escaped you before you could stop it, your head fall against her chest as your body shook with amusement. "i actually can't stand you."

paige smiled, holding back her own laugh. "for real though. i haven't felt this way about anyone... ever, to be honest. you drive me insane, nia, and i'm not tryna' be just some side piece for you. i want everything– the good, the bad, and the ugly."

'the ugly.'

your laughter faded, and your chest tightened at her words. your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat, and suddenly, the room felt far too small.

your mind wandered, unbidden, to the boy still tangled in your sheets two floors down.

cameron didn't deserve this. he didn't deserve you leaving him in the middle of the night or the way paige could pull you back in with just a few words. but before the guilt could fully settle, paige cut through your thoughts like a blade.

"don't think about him."

you pulled back, scooting away from her defensively. "he's still my friend at the end of the day. i don't want to hurt him."

"and i don't wanna lose you."

the weight of her words hung heavy between you two. you've never seen paige be so vulnerable and real with you and it felt... nice. safe.

you thought back to when you first met her, introduced by azzi as her newest friend from communications class. even then, there was something about paige that drew you in. each greeting that turned into long conversations. the flirty comments that eventually led to sneaky, dirty kisses. every touch, every stroke, every earth shattering orgasm. that connection had only grown stronger over time, weaving itself into the fabric of your life.

but it scared you. it scared you how deep it went, how much power she had over you— and how much you had over her in return.

"don't pretend this doesn't mean something to you." paige lifted her hand up to your face again, rubbing her soft thumb against your cheek. for the first time tonight, the burden of your guilt didn't feel as heavy. you let her pull you in closer, close enough to feel her breath on your lips, to see the exact shade of blue in her eyes. "lemme prove it to you."

one thing bout paige bueckers is that she can prove a point.

you weren't even sure how your lips met so quickly. one second ago you were on the bed with your head in her hand, and the next she's pulling you onto her lap, her lips moving softly but eagerly against yours.

you hummed against her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders to pull her closer, falling back into your old routine. her hands were possessive, gripping the fat on your hips as she moved you ever so slightly against her clothed thigh.

a needy whimper escaped your lips, and you pulled back to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. but paige wasn't done. her lips moved lower, trailing hot, wet kisses down the curve of your jaw and to your neck.

"paige..."

"shh."

without hesitation, she laid you comfortably on your back and situated herself between the instant spread of your legs. her lips found yours again and she slightly bit on your lower lip, grinding her hips down against the thin material between your thighs.

any second thoughts instantly flew out the damn window.

desperately, you deepen the kiss and let your tongue slip through her mouth. your legs wrapped around her waist to pull in her more and your hands found their way underneath her white shirt, her abs flexing against your fingers on each stroke. you swore you could have came right then and there from that alone.

you felt yourself getting lost in her with each passing second. it was like she knew exactly how to unravel you, how to break you down piece by piece until you were entirely hers. every touch, every kiss, every slow grind of her hips against yours sent a new wave of heat coursing through your body.

"fuck, p." you whine breathlessly against her now swollen pink lips. at this point you didn't even know what you were asking for. for more? to stop? you didn't know. you couldn't think straight right now. "i need you..."

paige pulled back, her breaths heavy and uneven, but she had that unmistakable grin on her face—the same cocky, confident grin she had in post game conferences wherever she won a game.

"hm? what happened to all that shit 'bout cameron?"

you groaned her name in annoyance and impatience. if anything, her words would have pissed you off if you weren't so desperate for her lips on you again.

but paige took the hint. her right hand began to skillfully undo each button on your pajama shirt as she dipped her head back down to place a kiss on your lips, then on the corner before leaving a trail down to your navel. after the last button she slowly pulled back your shirt to reveal your bare chest.

she placed a few sloppy kisses on your breast bone before slowly trailing her tongue to your erect nipple.

you moan, your hand immediately found its place in paige's hair, nearly undoing her bun from your tight grip on her roots.

she used her free hand to wrap around your other breast, squeezing it whole before using her index finger and thumb to stimulate your nipple. your hips pressed into her harder, trying to relive the increasing ache that pooled between your thighs. she was touching you everywhere else but where you needed her the most. you were going to lose your mind if paige didn't do anything about it soon.

it's almost as if she read your mind. the blonde stilled your hips, pausing her movements to lift her head. "y'think imma rush this after i had to wait a month just to see you?"

paige's eyes were dark, heavy-lidded with lust, but her blue irises still shone through. her white shirt was disheveled, barely clinging to her frame thanks to your impatient hands, and you could feel the hard ridges of her exposed abs pressing against your throbbing core.

to make matters worse-or better, depending on how you saw it—her silver cross necklace dangled against your chest, cool against your heated skin, a taunting contrast to the fire burning between you.

frustration bubbled up, raw and unfiltered. you let your head fall back onto the pillow, a pout gracing your lips as a desperate whine escaped. every inch of her was driving you insane, and yet, she was holding back.

if paige could see herself the way you did right now, patience wouldn't even cross her mind.

but you could see it, that flicker of hesitation in her gaze, the tiny seed of doubt buried in the back of her mind. she was worried. worried you'd leave. worried you'd go back to him.

gripping her face gently, you forced her to look at you, your tone soft but firm. "i want you, paige. only you. not him."

the moment those words left your lips, something shifted in her. you'd both always known the truth, but saying it out loud felt like tearing down a wall neither of you realized you'd built. paige swallowed hard, her jaw tightening for a moment before she exhaled, the tension melting away.

she shook her head and let it rest on your shoulder, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"what's so funny?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your body thrumming with anticipation.

paige left a kiss on your shoulder before slowly sliding down your body. her hands found their way between your thighs and spread them wider to make room for her and you nearly cried tears of joy at the long awaited contact. "i'm about to fuckin' ruin you that's what."

paige's fingers moved with practiced ease, sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts to tug them down your legs in one smooth motion, taking your panties with them. she tossed the fabric aside, her breath hitching as her eyes roamed over you. for a moment, she was silent, but the low groan that escaped her lips told you everything you needed to know.

"ni..." her voice was rough, laced with disbelief and something darker— frustration, jealousy, maybe even anger. her jaw clenched as her eyes flicked back up to yours, blazing with intensity. "i can't believe you let him see you like this."

a pang of guilt shot through you, but it was quickly overtaken by need. you whimpered, shifting your hips closer to her face, desperate for her touch. "m'sorry... just– please touch me."

you barely registered her murmured response, her voice low and dripping with possessiveness, because the moment her lips latched onto your swollen clit, everything else ceased to exist. god, you could actually cry right now.

she started painfully slow. her tongue hot and flat against your slick folds and she flicked it back and forth rhythmically. her eyes were still glued on to you as you rolled your head to the side with a heavy moan escaping your lips.

"oh, fuuuuck!"

there wasn't a pause or stutter in paige's movements. if anything you could feel her gradually starting to pick up her speed and you desperately reached to death grip the sheets beneath you to gain back a sense of reality.

paige pulled back quickly, her mouth already glistening from your juices. she grabbed both your hands and placed them on your thighs, folding them towards you until the backs touched your chest. "hold em open for me, ma."

you barely had time to comprehend before her mouth was back on you, drawing out a long cry from your mouth.

you felt so exposed, but you knew paige wanted you exactly like this—completely and utterly raw. the sounds coming from your mouth only encouraged her more. she had her tongue latched back onto your clit and applied pressure as she sucked. one hand laid flat against your stomach and pressed down slightly while the two fingers of her other hand pushed inside you, stretching you so deliciously slow that you almost forgot how to breathe.

"so fuckin' beautiful." paige mumbles against you. the vibration from her voice sending literal chills up your spine and you arch your back off the bed. "doin' so good for me."

the wet, obscene sounds of her fingers inside you echoed throughout the room, your arousal dripping down onto the sheets with each precise curl and scissor of her hand.

"fuck, paige. i can't-" your voice cracked, the words barely coherent as your head fell back against the pillow. every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, overwhelmed by the relentless heat building low in your belly.

"yes, you can," she murmured, her voice rough but steady, grounding you as much as it unraveled you. she never faltered, her fingers maintaining their perfect rhythm, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. "come on, baby."

she pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her fingers still deep inside you, stroking that spot that made your vision blur. in one swift motion, she gathered her spit, mixed in with your slick and leaned forward letting it fall directly onto your clit. the deliberate drag of her thumb against the sensitive bud made you cry out. "shit... look at this pretty pussy. all for me, hm?"

you nodded frantically, feeling yourself start to become undone around her squelching fingers. your eyes locked onto hers, dark and heavy. "m' gonna cum. ohhhh— don't stop."

"there you go... let it go, pretty." paige kept the same quick pace of her fingers but replaced her thumb with her mouth, kissing your clit as if it were your mouth and moaning in content. her moans reverberated against your clit, sending shockwaves through your already trembling body.

your suddenly body tensed up as you felt a warm heat of pleasure wash over your entire body. your thighs quivered uncontrollably and your back arched off the bed but paige's strong grip kept you steady. your eyes were squeezed shut so tight that you swore you probably saw god himself, paige's name falling from your lips over and over again in broken, breathless chants as she fucked you through your orgasm.

she didn't stop—not until she'd wrung every last tremor from you. her fingers slowed their pace gradually, her lips placing soft kisses against your oversensitive clit as you rode out your high. finally, she eased her fingers from inside you, leaving you breathless and utterly wrecked.

a soft hum of satisfaction left her lips as she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with deliberate slowness, her darkened gaze never leaving yours.

god, you hated her.

you haven't came like fast in weeks. you didn't even want to tell her that cameron had never made you cum either. she'd have a fucking field day.

you laid there– curls falling messily on paige's pillow– completely spent, one arm limp at your side while the other laid across your forehead. your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath while thighs still trembled slightly, and the only thing keeping them spread apart was her hand resting possessively on your knee.

"you good?"

you let out a shaky breath. "yeah."

"good." paige smiled and patted your inner thigh before pushing herself off the bed and finally taking off her shirt to reveal a black nike sports bra.

you were sure you couldn't like her anymore than you already did but, shit, were you wrong. you knew she'd been in gym more frequently especially since her injury two seasons ago, but you never seen the outcome of all her hard work until now. she was so stunning.

she continued to undress herself in front of you, her gaze never leaving yours. it wasn't long before she reached for bedside drawer and pulled out the familiar toy that she loved using on you.

you knew it wasn't true, but you couldn't help but make a joke. "you been using that on other bitches?"

paige adjusted the harness on her so that it sat comfortably, thankfully sensing the humor behind your words and letting out a laugh. "don't fucking play with me."

you reached out, your fingers curling against her wrist as you her down to meet her lips with a kiss. you could feel the weight of the strap resting against your thigh and you moaned against her lips.

"now you're eager for real." paige chuckled softly, pulling back a bit to get a good look at your face.

"i missed you."

something softened behind paige's eyes at your words but they were still dark and possessive. "yeah?"

"mmhm." you hummed against her jaw, leaving soft kisses along the sharp line of it. your hand slid between your bodies, fingers curling around the strap as you guided the tip to your slick folds, teasing yourself as much as you were teasing her. paige's eyes dropped immediately, her breath hitching at the sight.

"shit, nia... you're killing me." her voice was low and strained, a sound caught somewhere between a moan and a growl.

you tilted your head back, pushing the tip inside with a shaky sigh, your legs instinctively wrapping around her hips to pull her closer.

"fuck me." you whispered, your voice full of need, practically begging.

paige didn't need to be told twice. with no hesitation, she rolled her hips forward, pushing herself deeper into you. you gasped at the stretch, your nails instinctively digging into her arms as your body adjusted. her gaze stayed locked on you, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed your face— the way your head tilted to the side, lips parted, curls falling over your cheeks like a halo.

she pushed in all the way, her hips meeting the backs of your trembling thighs and paused there for a moment, letting you catch your breath.

"look at me, baby." paige murmured, brushing her lips against yours. "lemme see you."

and as her hips began to move in slow but sharp strokes, your head turned and fell against the soft pillow. your eyes struggling to stay open as you felt her stretch you open so deliberately.

paige didn't need your verbal confirmation, though. the way your thighs instinctively widened to take her deeper, the way your lips parted with soft cries of pleasure, and the way your fingers clutched at her back spoke louder than words ever could. every movement, every reaction from you was proof enough.

but just as you felt yourself settling into the rhythm, paige shifted. in one swift motion, she had you straddling her lap, her hands firm on your waist as she guided you into the new position. the sudden change sent her deeper, and you groaned, your head falling forward as your hair cascaded around her face like a veil. the slick sound of your arousal filled the room as your hips settled over her, her strap drenched from your pleasure.

you gripped her shoulders tightly, your nails digging into her skin, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensations. she gripped your hips, her fingers pressing into the flesh with possessive intent.

"show me how good he wasn't making you feel." she challenged. her voice was low and deep with a hint of command that made your stomach twist in the best way.

your only response was a desperate moan as you mustered the strength to lift your hips, sliding up just enough before sinking back down onto her. the stretch was delicious, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. you repeated the motion, grinding against her with a newfound determination, chasing a high that you knew only she could provide.

"there you go, just like that." she rasped, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she spoke, sending a chill down your spine. her hands roamed over your backside all the way down to your ass before giving it a quick smack.

"ah, fuck!" you only rode her harder, whimpering in the crook of her neck. the room felt like it was spinning as euphoria washed over you. everything was hot– the air, her skin, her breath as she continued talking in your ear– you didn't know how long you were going to last but you knew it wouldn't be long.

paige could feel your climax creeping closer with every stuttered breath and trembling movement. your hips moved frantically against her, desperate for release, but the rhythm had turned messy, your body teetering on the edge. without hesitation, paige's hands slid beneath you, gripping the curve of your ass and effortlessly lifting you as her hips snapped forward to meet yours. her thrusts were sharp, precise, and perfectly angled to hit that spot over and over again.

"paige!" you cried, your voice high and broken as the intensity overwhelmed you.

she didn't slow down. not even as your second orgasm tore through you, harder and more intense than the first. the way you called her name, the way your body clung to her, only fueled her further.

somehow, you found yourself on your knees, your body pliant and exhausted yet still eager to take whatever paige gave you.

She moved you as she pleased, flipping you onto your stomach before pulling your hips upward. your head fell limply onto the pillow, your curls sticking to your damp forehead as you tried to catch your breath.

giving you no time to even think, her hands gripped your waist, arching your back further as she slid into you from behind.

it was like something ignited in her—a competitive streak, fierce and relentless, as if she were on the court in overtime with everything on the line. her pace quickened, each thrust deliberate and unyielding, her grip on you tight enough to leave marks.

"so, you were just letting him hit it like this?" paige's voice was teasing, laced with smug disbelief as her fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, pulling you back to meet her every thrust.

you tried to respond, but all that left your lips was a garbled moan, your body jolting with every snap of her hips. she chuckled lowly, confidence practically oozing out of her as she leaned forward, her chest brushing against your back while her teeth grazed your ear.

"that's what i thought."

you looked a fucking mess— exactly how she knew you'd look— your curls disheveled and slightly tangled, tears slipping down your face, your skin hot and sweaty. her thrusts were faster in contrast to how she first started, sending you down a spiral of pure bliss that felt otherworldly.

you weren't even sure your limbs worked anymore. every single nerve in your body was solely focused and working overtime between your legs. yet instinctively, you reached back and pushed back at her hips as you moved forward, away from her movements.

but paige was quick to grab a handful of your curls and pull you upwards, your back meeting her front. she wrapped her other arm around your stomach, trapping you against her.

"where you going, hm?"

"c-can't..." you could barely speak, only mumbling incoherent, one-word sentences.

paige wasn't letting up. the soft moans falling from her lips right next to your ear only made your walls clench tighter around her, and you felt a flicker of pride knowing you had the same effect on her that she did on you. she groaned, her voice rough and needy as her hand slid up to your jaw, gripping it firmly and turning your head to meet hers. her lips found yours in a messy, desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue, while her other hand moved south.

her thumb brushed over your clit, rubbing quick, relentless circles, and you practically sobbed against her mouth. your body was beyond control now, every muscle tightening as that familiar pressure built in your core, spiraling rapidly out of control. paige's grip on you tightened, keeping you upright even as your legs buckled beneath you.

and then it hit for the third time.

your release crashed through you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping and shaking as a gush of your climax spilled onto both of your thighs and the already soaked sheets. paige let out a guttural groan, her teeth sinking lightly into your shoulder as her own climax followed right behind yours. her hips slowed, fucking you right through your high.

"damn..." paige finally breathed as she stilled inside you, her chest heaving against your back. she didn't let go of you yet, keeping you steady in her arms as your body trembled uncontrollably.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was both of your ragged breaths. paige's lips brushed against the back of your neck, planting lazy kisses there as her arms stayed wrapped around you.

she let you down gently, letting you finally catch your breath. her hands found your hips, mindlessly smoothing the skin she was previously gripping.

"you okay?"

you could only groan in response, your head buried into the pillow as you avoided her smug gaze. but the small smile forming on your lips gave you away and paige laughed softly.