point of my life - situationship!paige x reader . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
𑣲 warnings - smut, spit, angst, gaslighting ig, toxic paige, no proofreading MDNI english is not my first language!
𑣲 summary - its been a while since you last heard from paige, and you’re fed up with her bs so you decide to talk about it, wich ends in more than you expected
based on “ Point in My life - Gucci Mane ”
‘ im a this point of my life…im having sex with your mind ’
the dim light of your phone screen was the only thing keeping the room from going completely pitch black. it had been weeks since she’d last text you, days of staring at a blank screen, feeling that heavy knot tighten in your stomach every time you realized she’d left you on read. you’d finally convinced yourself you were done. you built up a wall, promising yourself that the next time she reached out, you wouldn’t even give her the satisfaction of a reply.
then, the mattress buzzed against your hip.
you stared at the two words, your chest tightening instantly. you knew exactly what replying meant. you knew you shouldn't do it, that it was a trap, that the second you typed back you were giving up all your power.
: yeah. just finishing some stuff. 11:45pm
but of course, you replied anyway. because you always did.
Paige: come over. i miss you. 11.46pm
: i don't know paige. it's late and i have a lot to do tomorrow. 11:46pm
Paige: please? just want you here. the door is unlocked. 11:48pm
you stared at the screen until the light dimmed, your brain was telling you to lock the phone and go to sleep, but your hand was already reaching for your keys.
i’ll go, you told yourself, needing to believe your own lie. but i’m staying on the couch. i’m going to look her in the eye and tell her this is the last time.
12:21am by the time you pushed her front door open, your chest was tight with sorrow. paige was sitting on the edge of her couch, looking up the second the door clicked. she didn't say anything at first,she just stood up, stepping into your space with that weight she always carries, reaching out to pull you into a kiss like no time had passed at all.
you pulled your head back, stepping out of her reach. "don't," you said, your voice tighter than you wanted it to be. "you ignore me for three weeks, paige. i don't hear a word from you, and then you send a text at midnight expecting me to just show up. i can't keep doing this. it makes me feel like shit."
the room went completely quiet. instead of getting defensive, the blonde just let out a slow, exhausted breath, rubbing the back of her neck. when she looked up, her expression was entirely stripped of that usual cockiness.
"are you serious right now?" she asked, her voice dropping lower as she took a slow step closer. "you're making it sound like i'm doing this on purpose. like i'm trying to hurt you."
"i'm not making up the fact that you completely ghosted me—"
"everything is pulling me in a million different directions right now," paige interrupted softly, her eyes locking onto yours, steady and heavy. "i’m at this point of my life where everything is moving so fast, and it's stressful, and i honestly thought you were the one person who got it. the one person who didn't need me to explain myself every single day just to know where we stand"
she reached out, her thumb catching the edge of your jaw, her fingers warm against your skin
it felt more than familiar. god, you had missed her touch so much it actually physically ached. you could easily just blow everything right now, forget the argument and just lean in to kiss her. but you knew better. you had to keep your guard up
"you're the only person i feel safe around," she whispered, her gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before coming back up. "the only one who doesn't constantly demand something from me. but if you're going to start putting all this pressure on me too... then maybe i was wrong"
your throat went dry. within less than a minute, she hadn't apologized once, but the anger in your chest was already dissolving into a wave of guilt.
"i'm not trying to pressure you," you muttered, hating how small your voice sounded.
"i know," paige murmured, the tension leaving her shoulders as she saw your expression soften. she slid her arms around your waist, pulling you completely flush against her. "you're just in your head. you always do this. stop thinking so much."
she leaned up, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin just under your ear. "come to bed with me im sure we’ll figure it out"
and just like that, the fight was entirely gone.
when you followed her into the bedroom, the air felt thick, the lingering frustration twisting into something sharp and desperate. paige didn't rush. she backed you up slowly until the backs of your thighs hit the edge of the mattress, her eyes fixed on yours like she was tracking every single breath you took.
she reached down, her hands slipping under the hem of your shirt. her palms were warm against your ribs, sending a sudden shiver through you as she lifted the fabric up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor. you stood there in just your underwear, completely exposed under her
paige didn't pull away, she just stepped closer, her thighs brushing against yours as her fingers found the button of your pants. she undone them deliberately, sliding them down your legs until you had to step out of them, leaving you entirely bare for her. your heart was knocking hard, your brain still trying to process how quickly you had unraveled.
"look at you," paige quieted, her voice rougher now, as her hands slid back up the inside of your thighs, the friction leaving a hot trail of goosebumps.
she pulled her own shirt off in one motion, tossing it blindly behind her. she was lean, solid, and completely in control in just her sports bra and sweats, you hated how much you missed seeing her like that.
she slid onto the mattress, her weight pressing you down into the sheets as she settled between your thighs, her knees pushing yours wide apart. she didn't let you look away, her hand coming up to grip your jaw firmly, tilting your face up.
"stay right here," she murmured against your mouth.
she leaned down and kissed you
hard, deep, and completely breathless. her tongue slid past your lips, taking everything you had left, when she finally pulled back, a thick, wet line of saliva stretched between your lips. paige didn't wipe it away, she caught it with her thumb, smearing the wetness down your bottom lip, over your chin, and down the column of your throat.
keeping her eyes locked directly on yours, paige pooled a heavy amount of saliva into her palm, the wet, slick sound of her hands rubbing together making your stomach drop in the best way possible. she slid her damp fingers down between your thighs, finding your heat and burying two fingers deep inside you all at once.
a broken gasp caught in your throat, your hips arching off the bed on pure instinct. she didn't give you time to adjust. she started moving her hand in a heavy, deliberate rhythm, bottoming out inside you while her thumb pressed hard against your clit, smearing your own slickness back over you.
"you're so wet for me," paige whispered, leaning down so her breath hit your collarbone. "even when you're pissed off at me, your body doesn't know how to lie."
you tangled your fingers into the bedsheets, your head rolling back as she sped up, her fingers curling slightly inside you, hitting that exact deeper spot that made your stomach clench. right when you were getting too close, right when you were on the absolute edge of breaking, she abruptly pulled her fingers out, leaving you completely empty and aching.
"paige, please," you gasped out, your voice wrecked and desperate in the quiet room. "don't do this."
she didn't even answer, just let out a low, breathless laugh against your thigh before replacing her hand with her mouth.
paige gripped your hips, her fingers digging deep into your skin to anchor you down as she buried her face between your legs. she was heavy, working you with long, hard strokes that had you crying out into the dark room.
she swirled her tongue right over where you needed it most, sucking at you so deeply that your hands flew to her hair, your fingers tangling in the strands desperately trying to pull her closer, completely losing your mind to the feeling.
"you like that?" she murmured against your skin, her voice thick and ruined. "tell me.
"yes—god, paige, yes," you choked out, your hips arching off the mattress on pure instinct.
she slid two fingers back inside you, matching the pace of her mouth, creating a relentless rhythm that left you completely breathless. she paused for a fraction of a second, lifting her head just enough for those eyes to hold you down.
"i have you right where i want you," she murmured, her voice a low, raspy growl. "i'm having sex with your mind right now. you know that, don't you?"
"i know," you whimpered, totally undone, unable to even try to hide it. "just don't stop."
a choked, pathetic sound escaped you because god, she was right. it was a complete mental takeover, and you were letting her do it.
before you could even breathe, she slammed her fingers deep inside you, her tongue hitting you at the exact same time with a hard, flat pressure. it was too much. your whole body went completely rigid, you felt yourself tightening around her hand as a violent orgasm ripped through you. she didn't back off either she kept her mouth pressed firmly against you, drinking you in while your hips twitched helplessly against her face.
when she finally crawled back up your body, her lips were slick and glistening in the dim light. she leaned down and kissed you deep, feeding your own taste back into your mouth, forcing you to swallow it.
"see?" paige whispered against your mouth, her chest heaving as she pinned your wrists to the mattress, her body heavy and warm over yours. "stop thinking. just take it."
hours later, the room had settled back into that deep, quiet chill.
paige was fast asleep beside you, one of her long arms heavy and secure over your waist, her breathing steady against your shoulder. she was completely at peace, her comfort zone perfectly restored because she had gotten exactly what she came for.
you lay perfectly still, staring up at the dark ceiling. you had driven over here to end things, but she knew exactly which buttons to push to drag you right back to square one. wrapped in her arms, you realized the coldest truth of all: she really did own you, and you had absolutely no idea how to take yourself back.