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𑣲 pairings : personaltrainer!paige x unhappily married!female!reader
𑣲 warnings : smuttt, cheating, body insecurity, angsty ending, english isnt my first language
𑣲 summary : your husband leaves for another business trip, leaving behind a cold house and a parting comment that makes you want to crawl out of your own skin. you show up to your session in the biggest, most stretched-out hoodie you own. but paige has been watching you for weeks, counting the seconds until the heavy tension between you finally snaps. and today, she absolutely refuses to let you stay small.
𑣲 a/n im posting these in order! ill write a serie when i hit 100 followers im at 64 rnnn so drop your recs
the house is too quiet. it’s always too quiet when he’s away on business, but honestly, it’s not much louder when he’s home. just the heavy, suffocating weight of passive-aggressive remarks and the way his eyes pass right over you like you’re a piece of furniture he’s tired of looking at.
you’re staring at yourself in the mirror of the home gym, wearing the biggest hoodie you own. you feel invisible.
then the front door clicks, and paige walks in.
paige is a storm of energy. she smells like crisp laundry, cool air, and a faint hint of sweet sweat. but today, the air between you feels thicker than usual. there’s been this... thing between you two for weeks. lingering glances in the mirror, hands that stayed on your hips a second too long after a set, the way her voice softened whenever you talked about your life. a heavy, unspoken tension that’s been building with every single session.
she drops her gym bag with a heavy thud, her bright eyes locking onto you instantly, carrying that same electric weight. but then her eyes trail down to your oversized hoodie, and her eyebrows knit together. "okay, what’s with the tent today? we’re doing deadlifts and core, you’re gonna trip over yourself."
"i just... wanted to stay covered today," you mutter, pulling the sleeves over your hands, looking away. "not really feeling great about how i look."
paige stops unpacking her resistance bands. she stands up straight, the casual nonchalant persona dropping completely. the tension that’s been simmering between you for a month suddenly feels like it’s boiling over. she walks over to you, stopping right in your personal space. she’s taller, broader, radiating a steady, athletic heat that makes your chest tight.
"lose the hoodie," she says. it’s not a request. it’s that commanding, low voice that usually makes you complain, but right now, it makes something melt in your stomach.
your hands tremble a little as you grip the hem, pulling the heavy cotton over your head. you’re left in just a sports bra and tight leggings, immediately crossing your arms over your stomach, bracing for the phantom critique of your husband's voice in your head.
paige doesn’t say anything at first. she just steps closer, her hands reaching out to firmly grip your wrists, gently but unyieldingly pulling your arms away from your torso. her palms are warm, slightly calloused from the weights.
"who told you that you needed to hide?" paige asks, her voice dropping an octave. her thumbs brush over the inside of your wrists, her gaze piercing right through you. "because whoever it was is a fucking idiot."
"look at yourself," she orders softly, stepping behind you and forcing you to look at the mirror. she presses her front against your back, her solid, toned chest anchoring you. her large hands slide down to your waist, her fingers digging into your hips. "look at how strong your back is. look at your waist. you’re gorgeous, and you’re letting some blind asshole make you feel small in your own house."
your breath hitches. the sheer contrast of being seen, deeply seen and handled with so much deliberate intent after weeks of wanting her breaks something loose inside you. a quiet, frustrated gasp escapes your throat.
paige freezes. in the mirror, you see her eyes darken. all that built-up tension snaps in an instant. her grip on your hips tightens, pulling you back flush against her thighs.
"oh," paige murmurs, her breath hot against the shell of your ear. "you like how that feels? me touching you like this?"
"yes," you whisper, the honesty tearing out of you because you’re so starved for it.
paige doesn’t hesitate. she turns you around in her grip, her athletic strength making it effortless. before you can think, she has you backed up against the cool glass of the gym mirror, her body pinning yours in place.
"good girl," she roughs out, her mouth dropping down to claim yours. it’s a heavy, possessive kiss that tastes like absolute certainty. she kisses you like she’s been waiting to break you open for weeks.
her hands slide under the hem of your sports bra, lifting it up and discarding it on the floor. before your arms can drop to cover yourself, her hands move down to the waistband of your leggings. with a smooth, firm tug, she slides them down over your hips, taking your underwear with them. she guides your legs out of them, leaving you completely bare against the cool mirror, completely exposed under her intense gaze.
when you try to look down, suddenly self-conscious again, paige grabs your chin, forcing your eyes back up to her.
"don't you dare look away from me," she commands, her voice thick with a sudden, feral heat. "look at what you're doing to me."
she handles you so well, lifting you onto the edge of the workout bench. she positions herself between your thighs, her hands tracing down your legs, parting them wide. every touch is a reclamation.
"he’s a fool," paige growls against your skin, her fingers finding you, slick and completely ready for her. she slides two fingers inside you with a heavy, deliberate push that makes your hips arch off the bench. "you belong right here under me. let me take care of you baby."
she starts a relentless rhythm, her fingers moving inside you with an unmatched stamina that quickly sends a shockwave of heat straight to your core. your hands grip the edges of the bench, and her big muscled arms, your knuckles turning white as you try to hold onto reality, but paige is entirely consuming.
"look at yourself," she commands, her voice a low, gravelly rumble against your neck as she hooks one of your knees over her forearm, opening you up even deeper. "watch how beautifully your body takes me. see how much you need this."
you force your eyes open, looking at the glass. you see yourself—flushed, breathless, legs parted wide, and completely unraveled by the woman who has been consuming your thoughts for weeks. paige’s mouth finds yours again, smothering your breathless gasps into a deep, bruising kiss while her thumb works your clit in perfect synchronization with her fingers.
the friction is dizzying, the pace scaling higher and higher until your vision starts to blur at the edges. you’re trembling, completely at her mercy, your hips instinctively rolling into her hand, begging for the release that's coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach.
"paige, please—i'm gonna—"
"i've got you. let go for me, baby, right now," she mutters against your lips, pushing her fingers in deeper, her thumb applying a heavy, merciless pressure that shatters your last bit of control.
a loud, undone cry breaks from your throat as your walls clamp down tight around her fingers. your entire body goes taut, waves of intense, pulsing pleasure crashing through you so hard your hips lift entirely off the bench. paige doesn't stop; she holds you through it, her fingers moving steadily through your climax, drawing out every single throb of your release until you're completely spent, sobbing her name against her shoulder as you slowly begin to come down.
by the time your breathing slows, the heavy silence of the house is entirely gone, replaced by the sound of both of your chests heaving in the quiet room.
you’re tangled together on the thick yoga mat on the floor, the oversized hoodie completely forgotten in the corner. paige’s arms are wrapped securely around you from behind, her lips pressing soft, lingering kisses into the valley between your shoulder blades.
"you're not hiding anymore," she whispers into your skin, her hand resting heavy and protective over your stomach. "never again."
but as your breathing finally evens out, your gaze drifts past paige’s shoulder, catching on the small glass dish by the sink where you always leave your wedding ring before a workout.
a sudden, cold jolt of reality hits your chest, making you come completely back to your senses. the heavy silence of the house suddenly feels real again. you look at paige—beautiful, flushed, and completely devoted—and the sudden weight of what you’ve just done, of the husband who is still coming back in two days, crashes down on you all at once. the fog of pleasure evaporates, leaving behind a hollow, aching panic.
paige feels your body go completely rigid against hers. she pulls back slightly, her brow furrowing as she looks at your face, seeing the immediate shift in your eyes. she knows that look. she knows exactly who just walked back into your head.
"hey," she says softly, reaching up to touch your cheek, but you instinctively flinch away, sitting up and pulling the yoga mat over your chest to cover yourself.
the rejection hangs heavy in the air. paige lets her hand drop, a quiet, pained understanding settling over her features. she doesn't push you. she just quietly stands up, pulling her clothes back on with a slow calmness that makes your heart ache.
she packs her gym bag in silence, the zip sounding incredibly loud in the empty room. when she reaches the doorway, she stops, looking back at you one last time. "i'm not going to be the secret you feel guilty about," she says, her voice steady but thick with emotion. "you know where to find me when you're ready to actually leave him."
and then, she’s gone. the front door clicks shut, and the silence of the house rushes back in to swallow you whole.
you sit alone on the floor, staring at the empty doorway, the coldness of reality settling deep into your bones. you look back at the little glass dish on the counter. you’re trapped. no matter how incredible paige made you feel, no matter how much she made you bloom for an hour, the truth settles over you like lead: you are damned to a life you never wanted, bound to a marriage that starves you, and you don't even know if you're brave enough to break the cage.
