synopsis: paige riding your strap— or, fucking paige on your strap.
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
it had been one of those days. practice had gone long and you both were sore, sweat-drenched, and tired in that bone-deep kind of way. but once you were finally back home, door shut, shoes kicked off, it was like the tension between you snapped right back into place— laced with heat, frustration, and hunger.
paige had spent the whole walk home being a menace: brushing her fingers against your lower back, whispering in your ear about how good your legs looked in your shorts or how bad she wanted to make you cum, tugging you close at crosswalks just to lean in like she was going to kiss you— then pulling back with a smirk. she’d been on a roll, cocky and smug, riding the high of post-practice adrenaline and the power of knowing exactly how to get under your skin.
you didn’t take the bait at first, you just watched her, eyes darkening with every tease. when you got inside, paige dropped her bag and turned to say something else—another sharp tease already forming on her tongue—but you had her in your grasp, kissing her, before she could speak.
it wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t slow, and paige didn’t mind one bit. she let you back her into the wall, let herself melt into it for a few seconds—but then her hands slid down, gripping your hoodie and pulling you closer with purpose.
“you think you can shut me up that easy?” she breathed into her mouth.
“not easy,” your hand slid under her shirt, fingers skating across the bare skin of her back. “but i know how.”
that’s how paige ended up like this, straddling your lap, knees digging into the mattress, sweat beading on her chest as she moved.
she’s been the one to reach into the drawer. the one to take the harness out, toss it to you with a raised brow, and strip out of her clothes like she wasn’t going to unravel in the next ten minutes. she climbed on top like she owned the room, the moment, and you.
and at first—she did.
she was grinding down onto your lap, slow and deliberate, soaking up the way you looked up at her like she was something to worship. paige’s hands were planted on your chest, holding herself steady as she rode with that confident rhythm she always had—hips rolling smooth, calculated, her breath catching only slightly when the tip of the strap hit just right.
her moans filled the room, loud and obscene, as she picked up the pace. her fingers pressed into your chest just as yours pressed into her hips. as the minutes stretched, the burn in her thighs grew sharper and her abs flexed with the effort of staying in control. but still, she kept going because paige bueckers did not give up.
“look at you,” you murmured, fingers tightening on her hips the longer you watched. paige’s face was flushed a shade of red and she could feel how wet she was, how the strap slid so perfectly inside her each time she dropped her hips. she mentally scolded herself because she could feel her legs starting to shake, her pace faltering, and she knew you would notice. “you good up there?” you asked, voice low, teasing, laced with heat.
"shut up." paige bit her bottom lip hard enough to sting, trying not to give you the satisfaction of knowing how wrecked she was. even though you could see it all over her face and in the way her body stuttered. you let out a quiet laugh as you shifted beneath her, bending your knees slightly and thrusting up. the sound that ripped from paiges throat was involuntary—half curse, half moan, sharp and breathless. her hands flew to your shoulders, attempting to steady herself.
inevitably, she dropped down, her chest pressed against yours as she buried her head in the crook of your neck. “fuck— right there! dont stop—“
you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her closer as you picked up her slack. paige’s entire body jolted, her thighs spasming around your hips. her body was nearly limp at this point, she was no longer trying. you grinned and turned your head, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. “you’re not gonna last, are you?”
she wanted to argue, she really did, but her body was betraying her hard—the way her hips twitched like she was trying to run and move closer at the same time, the way her back arched, how her moans spilled out too easily, too loud. her thighs were trembling as a blinding heat pooled in her stomach. you could tell she was close and you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to tease her like she did you.
“c’mon, p. you wanted to ride me, so do it.” you spoke, a rougher but still teasing tone to your voice. you ran your hands over her ass and landed a harsh slap, humming at the way she whimpered and pressed her head further into your neck.
“i’m trying.” paige whimpered, attempting to move and take back the rhythm. but every time you would meet her halfway—snapping your hips up with a bruising force, hitting just right over and over. the sound of skin on skin, the slick between her thighs, the low curses, the breathless moans— it was all too much. she was starting to unravel.
her body was slick with sweat, her abs flexing hard with every movement. the muscles in her thighs screamed and her moans got messier, more desperate, louder, your name falling from her lips in a incoherent mess. she could feel it— every deep thrust hitting right where she needed, her whole body tensing, chasing that high even as her strength gave out.
you slowed just for a second, letting her feel the slow drag of your hips. you fisted her hair and tugged her to your lips, kissing her with a mix of ginger and tenderness that made her stomach flip. “you look so fucking good like this.”
paige’s entire body locked up. her jaw dropped, a long, broken moan spilling from her throat as her resolve snapped—thighs clenching, hips grinding down instinctively even as you kept pounding up into her. her body shook, the pleasure tearing through her in waves, leaving her breathless, open-mouthed, stunned. you didn’t stop—not right away. you kept moving, dragging her through every aftershock until she fully collapsed forward.
you ran your hand down her back soothing, feeling the way her body tensed at your touch and you couldn’t help but laugh at how her thighs were shaking uncontrollably, muscles spent. she let out a shaky exhale, still pulsing around the strap, her heart hammering. “so, what was all that talk earlier?”
there is an unnamed & blossoming urge you bring out of hamzah. (SMUT MDNI!)
Dating Hamzah has consisted of nothing but sweet dreams and candy roads. He brings you whatever you may ask for, whatever you desire. His adamant need to fulfill all of your wishes is adorable, proving his loyalty to you time and time again in his own subtle ways. He’s attuned to your thoughts. Scarily so. You don’t know if he’s good at being in relationships, or just reading you.
Superficially, he’s doing anything he can to be a good boyfriend. And he is a good boyfriend.
summary; jinx used her looks to flirt her way out of a situation. her girlfriend isn’t happy.
characters included; jinx
tags/warnings; nsfw, porn w (some) plot, sub!jinx, dom!reader, brat!jinx, mirror sex, rough sex, strap-on use, strap-on referred to as a dick/cock, hair pulling, crying, humiliation ig?, slight degradation, use of the word ‘whore’, size queen jinx, squirting
it’s her dirty little secret, one she never outright admits but that you’ve started to pick up on. jinx always propositions you for sex when her bladder is full. she’ll slink up to you, eyes half-lidded, raspy voice dripping with something sweet and sinful, fingers already teasing at the hem of your shirt.
whimpering into a pillow like a damn puppy, hamzah’s high out of his mind. it’s so fucking late yet his thighs are twitching and convulsing from each stroke. he could never get tired of it.
he coughs out another moan, speaking and repeating your name like it was the only language he knew.
“fuck, y/n—oh, oh my god.. please..”
his fingers rub over his tip, feeling the way his precum leaks and splurts, coating him once more as he rubs it into the bed. he’s disgusting when he’s high, doesn’t even know what to do. it’s like he’s masturbating for the first time.
his legs sprawl out on the bed when he’s about to cum, and he muffles his own voice with a shaky hand. “uuughhh.. ohhh.. shit..” he grunts, feeling the familiar warmth spill out on his hand again. it slowly drips down on his belly, his balls, his thighs, fuck—everywhere. he’s a damn mess. he doesn’t even remember how this all started.
notes: (18+), use of strap, cum eating, hair pulling, talking through it, slight degrading, overstimulation
“Come on, baby, you’re doing so good.” Your hands rested on pale hips as you moved in and out of her slick pussy, admiring the pool of cum building up on the sheets beneath her. “Just laying there, takin’ it,” You leaned forward, resting your cheek against her back, tilting slightly to kiss her shoulder blade, laughing as she shivered. “So perfect.”
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