#~elswhore~

[prettygirl-gabi]

The gc saga continues….. @elswhore , @yailtsv , @let-zizi-yap , @atimelessheaven ……. What shall I ever do with y’all

[prettygirl-gabi]

I….

whiny sub paige being needy and desperate while you bounce on her strap.

c.w ── spitting kink. double ended dildo use. accidental call "mommy". begging. lowercase. lazy writing sorry...

there is nothing soft about the way she is looking at you right now.

eyes wide.

lips parted.

desperate little whine escaping her throat as you straddle her, the double ended strap buried deep in both of you.

you’re riding her slow the toy shifting inside you with every roll of your hips, sending sparks through your core, but its paige whos falling apart, her hands clutching your thighs like you're her lifeline.

“p-please..” she whimpers, voice high and shaky her usual cocky smirk nowhere to be found.

“faster, i—fuck, i need you.” her hips buck up trying to meet your rhythm, but you pin her down with a hand on her stomach, feeling the taut muscles twitch under your palm.

shes needy, whiny, a far cry from the confident basketball star who owns the court, and the sight of her like this, begging, practically vibrating with want makes you grin, all smug and in control.

“patience, baby.” you tease voice low and syrupy leaning forward so your lips hover over hers.

the strap shifts deeper and you both moan, but paige is louder a drawn out whine that makes your skin tingle.

her nails dig into your thighs leaving crescent marks, and she’s squirming her breath hitching like she’s about to cry from how bad she needs it.

you keep the pace torturously slow savoring every shudder, every plea until her desperation gets the better of you.

you lean down your hair brushing her face, and spit into her open mouth, her eyes widen a choked gasp escaping as she swallows.

and then—fuck—her whole body jerks her hips stuttering against the strap.

“again,” she begs, voice raw, her pupils blown wide.

“please, do it again.” the need in her tone all frantic and unashamed, sends a thrill down your spine, and you cant resist.

“greedy, huh?” you murmur smirking, and you spit again slower this time letting it land on her tongue.

she moans loud and broken her hands flying to your hips, pulling you closer as she grinds against the strap.

“mommy,” she gasps the word slipping out like its been hiding in her throat, and you freeze, mid thrust, your brain short circuiting.

paige.

the paige bueckers, just called you mommy?

her eyes flutter open wide and panicked, like she didnt mean to say it, but the way she’s clenching around the strap says she’s too far to care.

“say that again.” you demand voice husky, and you pick up the pace, fucking into her harder, the strap hitting just right for both of you.

she’s a mess now all whines and moans, her head thrown back as she chokes out.

“mommy—fuck, please, dont stop.” the word sends a jolt through you, hot and unexpected, and you’re riding her faster, chasing your own high as much as hers, the toy rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

her moans turn to cries her thighs shaking, and when she comes, its loud, her whole body arching off the bed, her nails scratching down your back as she sobs your name.

you’re not far behind, the sight of her unraveling pushing you over the edge your orgasm hitting hard, leaving you trembling as you collapse onto her chest.

you pull back still catching your breath, and grin down at her, all mischief.

“mommy, huh?” you tease raising an eyebrow, and paige’s face flushes crimson her eyes narrowing as she groans, shoving a pillow over her face.

“shut up,” she mumbles voice muffled, but you can hear the attitude, all sulky and embarrassed.

you tug the pillow away laughing, and poke her side.

“oh, no, you dont get to hide, mommy’s girl. that was a first.”

she glares, but its weak, her cheeks still pink as she crosses her arms, trying to play tough.

“i was caught up, okay? dont make it a thing.” her voice is all bratty, lips pursed like shes daring you to keep going, but you’re having too much fun.

“caught up? babe. you were begging. mommy, please.” you mimic exaggerating her whiny tone, and she huffs, turning her head away, but you catch the tiniest smile tugging at her lips.

“whatever,” she mutters grabbing her phone like shes above it all, but you lean in, kissing her neck until she squirms, her attitude melting into a giggle.

“you’re the worst,” she says but she’s pulling you closer her fingers tangling in your hair.

۶ৎ — @addl0vee @mrsarnold @melpthatsme @bellaprintz25 @janaelalfysblunt @ellehoops @belsoulss @apbueckers @uwupaige @janaelalfysloml @azzisbueckers @paigeluvvr @giavonnii @jupitermoonbaby @shootingstarrrrr @dalilahissilly @luldejamleer @d7dream @gabbyygoo @bravemode @latenighttalkinqwp @avvwritesstufff @prettygirl-gabi @yailtsv @bebitts @heartsforari @usuallyshadowybasement @authentic-girl03 @private-but-not-a-secret @evanpeterstoe @destinybueckers44 @youmeandjennessey @starfulani @cherryswisherz @bueckersworld @paiges-1vur @liloandstitchstan

[orphicsun]

hmmmm, i dont know what kind of hint i should give.. and idk if this would help either 😭 well i mainly write for 3 fandoms, but now i started writing for tlou and arcane more, and uh i have a neutral name (on my pinned) and my user is connected to ellies name, you are free to ask more

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are you elswhore

[bilswifee]

hi moot!

HII LOVEY!!! how are you doing?!

[dykeadvocate]

hiiiii melllll :ppp

hi butt butt

[prettygirl-gabi]

Ooop….

۫ ꣑ৎ . paige trying to find your g-spot, you had to guide her because she's so bad at it.

fingering. frustrated reader. power play. cocky paige. chaotic.

“is that it? is that the spot?” she asks leaning closer, her breath hot on your neck, clearly thinking she’s nailed it.

you burst out laughing, unable to help it, your head falling back against the pillow. “babe—oh my god—no, that was me clowning you.” you manage voice breaking as her fingers keep moving, still missing by a mile.

“you’re, like, poking my appendix or something.” your pussy’s wet, clenching around her, and it feels good, but the g-spot? not even in the same zip code.

“appendix? damn, you’re ruthless,” she says grinning, a flush creeping up her neck, a hint of embarrassment under her swagger.

she shifts trying a new angle, her fingers going too deep now, and you wince, a soft “ngh-” escaping before you can stop it.

“aight, aight, was that good? talk to me,” she says, all eager, her eyes scanning your face like it’s a highlight reel.

“paige—fuck—too deep, ease up,” you say half-moaning, half-laughing, grabbing her wrist to guide her, but she’s too focused, her tongue poking out.

“you’re acting like this is a free-throw contest,” you tease, voice breathy, and she chuckles, her fingers slowing but still off-target.

“nah, i’m shooting threes, baby,” she shoots back, leaning down to kiss your jaw, her lips soft and teasing. “c’mon, gimme a hint—your face ain’t helping.”

she curls her fingers again too soft now, barely grazing anything, and you groan, more out of frustration than pleasure, your hips bucking up to chase the feeling.

“my face ain’t helping ‘cause you’re lost, p.” you say, voice playful edged with need, your hand sliding into her hair tugging lightly to get her attention.

“it’s—mmph—higher, curl harder, like… beckon someone.” you’re trying to coach her, but her fingers slip, brushing your clit instead, and you jolt, a sharp “fuck-” spilling out, your thighs trembling.

“beckon? Like, ‘come here’?” she says mimicking a finger-wave with her free hand, and you laugh so hard your belly hurt, even as your pussy’s throbbing, desperate for her to get it right.

“aight, i got you,” she says, doubling down, her fingers curling harder but still missing, hitting some random spot that’s more ticklish than hot.

you yelp, squirming, and she pauses, eyes wide. “was that bad? you good?”

“paige—oh my god—” you say, laughing so much there’s tears in your eyes, and she groans, dropping her forehead to your shoulder, her own laugh bubbling up, all raspy and real.

“you’re so bad at this,” you tease, voice soft, and she pulls back, pouting, her fingers still inside you, warm and steady.

“bad? me? nah, im just warming you up,” she says trying to recover, but her grin’s sheepish, and you can tell she’s a little flustered.

she tries again, slower, watching your face like a hawk, and finally brushes something close, a faint spark that makes your breath hitch, your eyes fluttering.

“there? that it?” she asks, voice all hopeful, and you nod, biting your lip, guiding her wrist a little. “yeah—ngh—right there, harder..”

you murmur, voice shaky, and she focuses, curling her fingers with more purpose, hitting that spot for real now.

your back arches, a real moan spilling out, and her eyes light up, all proud. “fuck, yes, paige—keep going,” you gasp, and she does, her rhythm shaky but earnest, her free hand stroking your thigh, whispering,

“got you, baby, i’m learning.” it’s not perfect, but it’s paige—her effort, her goofy determination, the way she’s watching you like you’re her whole world—and it’s enough to push you close, your pussy fluttering, your moans louder now.

“you’re so—mmph—fucking cute.” you tease, voice breaking, and she laughs, kissing you sloppy, her fingers still working, finally getting the hang of it.

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

[kaitoru]

kaizer nineteen she / her main blog ؛ @elswhore

masterlist ೀ rules est 5/14 ₍ᐢᐢ₎

[bueckersworld]

TEXTS W BSF!PAIGE

SYNOPSIS: texts with jealous!bsf!paige

WARNING(S): none

1. | 2. | 3.

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© bueckersworld

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taglist: @elswhore @private-but-not-a-secret @paigebaby5 @raimund00 @bravemode @d1paigebueckersglazer @evanpeterstoe @zi0nnnn @jadasogay @fuddaround @jaylie-bee @everyonewatchesuconnwbb @mrsarnold

[heartsforari]

Can someone write a fic about her arms or shoulders? Like reader biting down on them during ykw or just biting them while cuddling?

@demie90s @prettygirl-gabi @mrsfudd @kamii-2 @uncuredturkeybacon @yailtsv @elswhore @slutzforbueckers @p5buecks @elalfywhore SMB PLS I NEED IT

[joelsmorgan]

ఇ - ellie williams masterlist.

✦ one shots.

extra credit | enemies to lovers - by @/violetszn

just friends? | friends to lovers - by @/madewithsilk

like it's our last | brother’s best friend to lovers-ish - by @/desertteagles

mismatched | friends to ? - by @/applejusue

after midnight | established relationship - by @/marscardigan

earned it | cheating, pwop - by @/elswhore

couldn't fight to save your life (but you look so cool) | schoolmates to lovers-ish, two idiots in love - by @/angelsknifeprty

you matched with ellie! | strangers to lovers-ish, semi smau - by @/bloodstainedsapphic

where it's safe | established relationship - by @/sadiesdoll

muse of mine | established relationship - by @/doiliedaze

candy crush | strangers to lovers - by @/s-4pphics

love at first sight fight | enemies to lovers - by @/loonyforyouonly

crimson days | established relationship - by @/elliespassengerprincess

ink and heat | strangers to ?, pwop - by @/elswhore

bottom bitch | strangers to ?, pwop - by @/orphicsun

keep 'em entertained | strangers to lovers - by @/elswhore

naked in her journal | bffs to lovers - by @/onlyheluvsme

double pleasure | established relationship, pwop - by @/elliesanqel

the romancer (talk) | pwop - by @/venuswiiine

obsessed | pwop - by @/elliesanqel

growing pains | childhood friends to strangers to lovers - by @/ruleofheart

outlawed romance | friends to lovers, cheating - by @/slutt4ellie

✦ series.

but i'm a cheerleader | enemies to lovers, smau - by @/marscardigan don't be a dick - chapter one. delusion is a disease - chapter two. "no" is a full sentence - chapter three. did you at least record it? - chapter four. which one - chapter five. too late - chapter six. typical ellie behaviour - chapter seven. regionals - chapter eight.

extras: headcannons.

apple cider | best friends to lovers - by @/cheriedivine chapter one. chapter two.

don't run away from me | strangers to lovers - by @/mediocre-writing prologue. chapter one.

farmhand | strangers to lovers - by @/applejusue farmhand - chapter one. barn dance - chapter two. blizzard - chapter three.

thirsty connection | strangers to lovers, smau - by @/breathinlove prologue. chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six. chapter seven. chapter eight.

call me if you get lost | semi-strangers to lovers, smau - by @/cowgirlcherrie prologue. wusyaname - chapter one. corso - chapter two. lemonhead - chapter three. rise! - chapter four. runitup - chapter five. sweet, i thought you wanted to dance - chapter six. boyfriend, girlfriend - chapter seven. sorry not sorry - chapter eight.

hot & heavy | bffs to strangers/enemies to lovers - by @/crushh-existz chapter one.

moving in | strangers to lovers, semi smau - by @/ moving in - part one. weeks of bliss - part two. - part three.

focus pull | strangers to lovers - by @/yunaversalluv prologue. through the lense - chapter one. better mean it - chapter two. static - chapter three. captured moments - chapter four.

✦ random.

nsfw twitter links. one (included too: abby). two (included too: joel, abby, jesse, dina) three (included too: joel, abby). four (included too: abby). five (included too: joel, abby, jesse, dina). six (included too: abby). seven (included too: abby). eight.

total count: 29 (79 links).

more on the last of us | joel miller, part one | joel miller, part three | joel miller, part three | abby anderson | jesse

my masterlist of recommendations.

i’m going to keep updating this list as i read more!

last update: 8/05/2025

[prettygirl-gabi]

@elswhore @let-zizi-yap @yailtsv @atimelessheaven the way yall got me wrapped around every last one of y’all’s fingers it’s sickening

[prettygirl-gabi]

Need that

۫ ꣑ৎ . paige having a breeding kink out of nowhere.

breeding kink. overstimulation. strap on. dirty talk. lazy writing.

you dont know where her kink came from, maybe from the time when shes watching you wrangle your cousins.

you were a natural, tying shoelaces, wiping sticky faces, and playing pretend with a patience that had paige staring.

now, in the dim glow of your bedroom, shes got you pinned beneath her, her strap on buried deep in your dripping pussym

“nghh- fuck- wanna put babies inside you-” she groans, voice low and ragged, her hips snapping forward, the strap driving so deep it steals your breath.

her blonde ponytail is a mess, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her sports bra clings to her lean frame as she fucks you like shes on a mission.

the toy is slick with your arousal, each thrust sending shocks through your core, and paige? shes into it, her eyes locked on yours, like shes picturing the impossible.

“paige, what-? ugh-” you gasp, voice breaking as she hits that spot, your thighs trembling, hands clawing at her biceps.

you’re a mess, pussy clenching around the strap, the words catching you off guard.

babies? you cant process it, not when shes fucking you this good, the headboard banging with every thrust, the room filled with the wet slap of skin and your choked moans.

“mmgh- yeah, you heard me-” she pants leaning down, her lips brushing your ear, breath hot and teasing.

“fuck- look at you, takin’ this strap so- so fuckin’ deep, like you want it, like you want my babies.” her voice is all slurred with lust and she thrusts harder, the toys base grinding against her clit, making her moan louder, her hands gripping your hips to pull you closer.

you’re overwhelmed, the stretch of the strap, the pressure, the way shes talking—its filthy, unhinged, and you’re here for it, even if you’re stunned.

“baby- i mean paige- fuck-” you stammer, mixing up names in your haze, and she laughs, all breathy and smug, not missing a beat.

“nghh- call me whatever, baby- just- oh shit- keep squeezin’ me like that” she groans, her thrusts growing sloppy the strap hitting deeper, making your vision blur.

you’re close, so close your pussy fluttering with every push, and her words are pushing you over.

gonna- gonna fill you up, make you mine, all- shit- all fuckin’ mine.”

“paige- you’re- ugh- crazy..” you moan, half laughing, your hands sliding to her ass, squeezing to urge her on.

she groans at your touch her hips stuttering, and she leans down, kissing you messy, all tongue and teeth, her moans vibrating against your lips.

“crazy? nghh- you love it- your pussy’s so wet for me,” she mutters, and shes right—you’re soaking, the strap gliding too easily, your body betraying how much you’re into this.

she keeps going, the strap deep and unyielding, and when she shifts, grinding it just right, you come undone, a sharp, shuddering orgasm that has you crying out

“paige- fuck, yes-” your pussy clamps around the strap thighs shaking, and shes right there with you, her own climax hitting from the toys friction, her moans loud and desperate.

“oh shit- cumming with you-” she gasps but she doesnt pull out, pushing the strap deeper, keeping it there, like shes sealing her words, her hips pressed tight against yours.

you’re both panting, sweat slick and spent, the room quiet except for your heavy breaths.

paige stays inside you, the strap still deep her body slumped over yours, her forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“fuck,” she murmurs, voice soft almost shy, like shes just realized what she said.

you laugh breathless, and nudge her cheek.

“babies, huh? since whens that your thing?” she pulls back, cheeks pink, easing the strap out with a wet sound.

“i dunno, you were all mom mode with those kids, got me thinkin.” she grabs a towel wiping you gently, her hands soft despite her earlier frenzy.

“too much?” she asks, checking in and you shake your head, pulling her down for a kiss.

“nah, it was hot,” you say smirking, and she laughs, all warm and relieved, cuddling you close.

“good, ‘cause i might wanna try that again,” she teases and you swat her, giggling, already wondering what other kinks she has hiding up her sleeve.

۶ৎ — @addl0vee @mrsarnold @melpthatsme @bellaprintz25 @janaelalfysblunt @ellehoops @belsoulss @apbueckers @uwupaige @janaelalfysloml @azzisbueckers @paigeluvvr @giavonnii @jupitermoonbaby @shootingstarrrrr @dalilahissilly @luldejamleer @d7dream @gabbyygoo @bravemode @latenighttalkinqwp @avvwritesstufff @prettygirl-gabi @yailtsv @bebitts @heartsforari @usuallyshadowybasement @authentic-girl03 @private-but-not-a-secret @evanpeterstoe @destinybueckers44 @youmeandjennessey @starfulani @cherryswisherz @bueckersworld @paiges-1vur @lol-12n

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

[let-zizi-yap]

I'm so scared to post this 😭😭😭😭

Y'all asked: @prettygirl-gabi @elswhore @demie90s @rawrdoesnotexist @dontrllycaretbh @d1paigebueckersglazer

[bxchess]

@elswhore i think you’ll appreciate the dress

[yailtsv]

Mama no love us. She hates us actually. No celebration fic 😖

@prettygirl-gabi @atimelessheaven @elswhore @let-zizi-yap

[prettygirl-gabi]

I……

꣑ৎ spraying a pheromone perfume without much mind.

hair gripping, marking, biting, rough kissing, scissoring, strap on use, paige’s intense approach to intimacy. manhandling.

paige was in the bathroom, getting ready for some event, a team outing or drinks with friends, you weren’t entirely sure.

she’d mentioned it earlier, but you were too distracted by the parcel that had just arrived to really listen.

it sat on the coffee table, a small cardboard box begging to be opened.

you paused your game, setting the controller down, and grabbed a pair of scissors to cut through the tape. inside was a sleek glass bottle labeled “pheromone essence.”

you vaguely remembered signing up for some subscription box ages ago probably a PR gift or something you’d forgotten about.

shrugging, you spritzed some on your wrist and neck.

the scent was warm, musky, with a hint of sweetness that lingered pleasantly. not bad. you set the bottle aside and dove back into your game, the controller vibrating in your hands as you focused on the screen.

the shower shut off, and a few minutes later, paige sauntered out, a towel wrapped loosely around her hips, her damp blonde hair clinging to her shoulders.

you didn’t look up, even as you heard her rummaging through her dresser for clothes. “make sure to be home by dinner,” you called out eyes locked on the TV, fingers flying over the controller.

paige’s low chuckle filled the room, her voice dripping with that playful tone that always got under your skin. “mh, you know i never miss dinner, baby.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “yeah, right. don’t get sidetracked by your fan club out there.” she laughed louder, the sound rich and teasing as she pulled on a fitted shirt and jeans.

“jealous already? damn, i haven’t even left yet.” you heard the clink of her belt buckle, then her footsteps as she approached the couch.

before you could react, she leaned over the back of it, her arms wrapping around you, her lips brushing your cheek in a series of quick, warm kisses.

“relax, im all yours.” you were about to fire back with something sarcastic when paige froze, her nose grazing your neck.

whe inhaled deeply, her hands tightening on your shoulders. “woah,” she said, her voice dropping, rough and low. “why do you smell so damn good?” you blinked, thrown off. “it’s just some perfume from that box, chill, bueckers.” you tried to sound nonchalant, but the way her breath hitched against your skin sent a spark through you.

paige didn’t pull away. instead, she pressed closer, her lips hovering over the spot where you’d sprayed the perfume.

“nah, this ain’t just some perfume,” she murmured. “fuck, you smell like you’re tryna kill me.” you laughed, but it came out shaky.

“paige, don’t you have somewhere to be?” she pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, her gaze dark and intense, like she was seeing you in a whole new light.

“yeah, but fuck that. plans can wait.” before you could protest, she vaulted over the couch with that effortless athletic grace, landing beside you.

she snatched the controller from your hands, tossing it onto the coffee table with a clatter. “hey!” you started, but paige was already on you, her hands gripping your waist as she pulled you onto her lap.

her lips crashed into yours, rough and demanding, all teeth and heat.

you gasped into the kiss, and she took advantage, deepening it with a possessive edge that made your head spin. “paige, what the—” you managed between kisses, but she cut you off with a low growl, her hand sliding up to grip a fistful of your hair.

she tugged, just enough to tilt your head back, exposing your neck. “keep talkin’, and i’m gonna lose it,” she warned, her lips brushing the sensitive skin below your ear.

then she bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of heat straight through you.

you let out a soft whimper, and she smirked against your skin. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” the perfume was doing something to her, you could tell amplifying every touch, every breath.

or maybe it was just paige, always so intense when it came to you, like she could never get enough.

her hands roamed, tugging your shirt over your head in one swift motion.

her lips were back on you, leaving a trail of marks across your collarbone, your shoulder, each bite and kiss claiming you like she needed to prove you were hers.

“you’re gonna make me late,” she muttered, but there was no real annoyance in her voice, just raw desire, her fingers worked at your shorts, pulling them off with practiced ease.

“fuck it. they can wait.” you laughed, breathless, your hands gripping her shoulders. “you’re insane.”

“for you? hell yeah.” she pulled you closer, her fingers digging into your hips as she guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm against her.

the friction was electric, and you could feel her growing more impatient, her kisses sloppier, more desperate. “god, you drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

“paige, slow down,” you teased, but your voice betrayed you, laced with need. “slow down?” she scoffed, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“baby, you don’t know what you just started.” she stood suddenly, lifting you with her because of course she could, her strength was no secret and carried you to the bedroom, her lips never leaving yours.

she kicked the door open, dropping you onto the bed with a bounce that made you laugh, but the sound died in your throat as she climbed over you, her body pinning you to the mattress.

“you’re not goin’ anywhere,” she said, her voice low and commanding, the way it got when she was fully in control.

her hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer as she kissed you again, rough and unrelenting.

“you smell too good for me to leave. fuckin’ dangerous.” you arched under her, your hands tugging at her shirt. “then do something about it.” her grin was pure trouble.

“oh, im about to.” she reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the strap on she knew you loved.

her movements were deliberate, confident, as she fastened it, her eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“you ready for me, baby?” you nodded, but she wasn’t having it. “use your words,” she demanded, her hand gripping your hair again, tugging just enough to make you gasp.

“yes,” you breathed, and that was all she needed. paige didn’t hold back. she moved with a wild intensity, her hands gripping your hips as she fucked you, each thrust deep and deliberate, like she was trying to etch herself into you.

her lips found your neck again, biting and sucking, leaving marks you knew you’d feel tomorrow. “mine,” she growled against your skin, her voice rough with need.

“all fuckin’ mine.” you moaned, your hands clawing at her back, pulling her closer. “paige, fuck—”

“yeah, say my name,” she urged, her pace relentless, her hand sliding up to grip your hair again, keeping you right where she wanted you.

she kissed you hard, her teeth grazing your bottom lip, her tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, the room was filled with the sounds of your gasps, her groans, the bed creaking under the force of her movements.

she shifted suddenly, pulling you into a new position, your legs tangling as she guided you into scissoring, the friction was overwhelming, her body grinding against yours with a rhythm that had you both cursing under your breath.

her hands never left you one gripping your thigh, the other tugging your hair to keep your eyes on her. “look at me,” she demanded, her voice hoarse. “wanna see you fall apart.” you couldn’t look away, not with her staring at you like that, all intensity and want.

her nails dug into your skin, leaving faint crescents, and she bit down on your shoulder, hard enough to make you hiss. “fuck, paige,” you gasped, your body trembling under hers.

“that’s it,” she murmured, her lips brushing the mark she’d just left. “you’re so fuckin’ perfect.” she didn’t let up, her movements growing rougher, more desperate, like she was chasing something she couldn’t quite reach.

she pulled back just long enough to adjust the strap, then flipped you onto your stomach, her hands gripping your hips to pull you up. “gonna make you feel this all night,” she promised, her voice low and dangerous as she thrust into you again, deeper this time, her pace unrelenting.

her hand slid up your back, fingers tangling in your hair to pull your head back, making you arch for her. “you like that, don’t you?”

“yes,” you managed, your voice muffled against the sheets. “fuck, yes.” she laughed, a low, satisfied sound, her thrusts growing harder, faster, like she was possessed by the need to claim you completely. her lips found your neck again, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of marks that burned in the best way.

“god, you’re gonna be the death of me,” she groaned, her hand sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you back against her with every thrust.

the intensity built, your body shaking under hers as she fucked you like she meant it, like she was pouring every ounce of herself into you.

her kisses were rough, her teeth grazing your skin, her hands leaving bruises where they gripped.

you could feel her losing herself in it, in you, her groans growing louder, more desperate, as she pushed you both closer to the edge.

“paige, im—” you started, but your words dissolved into a moan as she hit just the right spot, her pace never faltering.

“i know, baby,” she said, her voice tight with effort. “come for me. let me feel you.” that was all it took, your body shattered under her, a wave of pleasure so intense it left you gasping, clinging to the sheets as she rode you through it.

paige wasn’t far behind, her groans turning into a low, guttural sound as she collapsed against you, her breath hot against your back.

for a moment, the room was quiet, just the sound of your ragged breathing and her soft curses as she caught her breath.

she rolled onto her side, pulling you against her, her lips brushing your forehead. “fuckin’ hell,” she muttered, her voice still hoarse. “guess im not goin’ anywhere.”

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