MAKE UP - PB5
“ i love it when we make up , go ‘head ruin my makeup. ” - ariana grande , ‘19
summary: paige and reader are on and off, but paige makes sure to get her point across this last time.
warnings: !smut, !oral(!reader), !strap(!reader), !slight choking, !toxicity, !makeup sex.
3 AM. you and paige are yelling back and forth. this time, she was seen out being handsy with some random. “Paige, im tired of this back and forth shit!” you yell. “Well then stop being so fucking insecure!” she shouted, unaware of what she’d really meant. “oh fuck you! matter of fact, get the fuck out!” you bellowed at her. “you know what, fine.” paige chuckled, grabbing her keys.
she slammed the door and left. she actually left. by now she would’ve grabbed you, tongued you down, and apologize. you look around at the trail of mess you both had left. you sighed and went back to your room. you got into bed and just stared. at what? you don’t know, just stared. you knew she’d be back by tomorrow night.
it’s 1 PM. you’ve cleaned up the trail from early this morning, got a fresh set of nails, her favorite color, purple. now you’re currently cooking, you’re humming to the sound of make up by ariana grande. you were stirring your homemade Alfredo sauce while you hear a familiar knock at the door. you sigh and wipe your hands off.
you walk to the door, not needing to look out the peephole, you know it’s paige. “what, paige?” you spoke, voice strained. “can you let me in?” she asked. “for what?” you continue whilst picking at your nails. “just… let me in?” she sighs. “bye paige.” you say carelessly, walking away from the door.
you go back to stirring the sauce contently, you swear you didn’t hear the door open nor unlock. “y/n.” paige says lowly from behind you. you scream and almost drop the scorching hot spoon on your foot. “paige what the fuck!” you yell breathlessly.
“how the fuck did you get in here!” you yell, still spooked. she lets out a low chuckle, “you forgot about your spare key under the plant?” “paige please, I was having a good day.” you sigh. “lemme make it better.” she says, snaking her arms around you, trapping you in front of the counter.
“paige get off of me and get out.” you say, trying to stand your ground. “mama, im sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.” she says, trying to apologize. “yes you did madison.” you say sternly. she tenses up at the sound of you calling her by her middle name.
“baby, im serious. lemme show you.” she mutters, hoisting you up onto the counter. she reaches over and turns off the stove. you squirm, trying to get of her grasp. “stop fighting me.” she says, wrapping her hands around your throat.
she leans down and connects your lips. you give in and wrap your arms around her neck. she lets out a groan into your mouth. you try so hard to fight her tongue with dominance but you can’t. she pulls back, “you gon’ let me show you?” you don’t respond. “it don’t matter, you’ll let me.” she says smugly.
she leans into your neck and presses soft kiss wherever she can. she starts to kiss down your chest, “tell me to stop, tell me.” you don’t respond, again. she pulls your shirt off, leaving you in a black, lacy bra. she hums, kissing down your chest. she rubs her thumbs around your nipples. you groan softly, she smiles against you.
you reach back and undo your bra. she smiles as it falls on top of your shirt on the floor. she continues to rub your nipples at a slow, agonizing pace. “p, please stop teasing.” she obeys, and wraps her lips around one while squeezing the other one. you let out a sharp moan.
she moves to the one she was just squeezing, and nips at it. “mm, paige!” you cry. she chuckles. “these mine.” she says, pulling back and looking up at you. she presses a kiss in between your breasts and leaves a mark.
“I know you uncomfortable on this counter.” she says, picking you up once more. she fixes a pillow and puts you down. she gets in front of you, on her knees. “did you mess with her while I was gone?” she asks, referring to your pussy. “no..” you mumble. “hm?” she hums. “no, I didn’t.” you speak louder. “good girl.” she smiles.
she pulls your leggings down all the way, leaving your panties. she smiles seeing your wetness through the sheer lace. “you want me, mama?” she asked rubbing against your glistening underwear. you nod. “you know better, words.” she says, adding pressure. “yes, paige!” you whine, hips bucking.
she smiles, happily ripping your underwear in half. “I liked those..” you say, looking at the ripped fabric on the floor. “I could get you hundreds more, you know that.” she says, rubbing your thighs. she doesn’t take 3 seconds before diving in. she licks a stripe up your cunt, then side to side.
you cry out loudly, hands flying to her head. you pull her hair into a handheld ponytail. “oh my god, so fucking good p.” you cry out, grinding on her face. she didn’t give a fuck you were basically drowning her in your wetness. she moves her hands up to your hips to hold you down.
she starts to spell her name in cursive on your pussy, by the time she’s at the letter g, oh you’re gone. “p-paige it’s too much! fuuuccckkk!” you cry loudly, head pressed as hard as you can into the couch. “it’s not.” she mumbles, moving on to spell her middle name.
TIME SKIP.
you swear paige had ate you out on almost every single surface in your apartment. the couch, the kitchen counter, your table, the bed, etc. you’re laying down in your bed, eyes closed. paige just told you she’d be right back. you think she’s going to get some wipes and night clothes for you, then you hear four snaps.
you open one eye and scan the room looking for her. your eyes fall on her, walking out your closet, strap hanging. “paige.” you groan tiredly. “cmon mama, give me one more.” she smirked. she leans down and kisses you. you immediately fold, your legs open on command.
she smiles against your mouth and rubs her hands up and down your legs. she centers herself in between your legs, rubbing the tip up and down your entrance. you whine, closing your eyes. but as soon as they close, she’s slams in, your body jerks violently. “ugh, Paige!” you scream.
she doesn’t give a fuck if she’s about to fuck you into the mattress, she continues her harsh pace. you put your hand on her abdomen to try and slow her down but that doesn’t work. “you know better, move your hand.” she growls. your eyes roll back as you let out a mewl.
“cmon give it to me.” she encourages, now rubbing rapid circles on your clit. "fuck-oh shit p!" she cried out desperately.
a/n notes: heyyy.... so this is to hold yall over for the met gala fic but i got lazy at the end so... 😁
