outside, inside | p.b
pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader
warnings: smut, fluff (yk ima always try my best to include the yearning of it all), public sex, fingering (reader receiving), light degradation, overstimulation(?), slight dom and sub dynamics, finger sucking, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 3.7k
summary: god bless the state fair
author's note: hi guys! i'm actually laughing while typing this because the idea of just posting after disappearing for so long is actually hilarious to me. missed you all so much, i hope you've been well!
i've also been doing my best to keep up with unrivaled, they just stress me out so bad...but if they like it i love it #fortheloveofthegame
anyways i'm done! tried my best to proofread but forgive me if anything slipped.
your feedback is always appreciated <3
enjoy! x
as paige got more accustomed to her new living environment, she fell in love with all the state of texas had to offer.
her current obsession was the state fair.
she’d been twice already, now convincing you to join her and her friends for a third. something about how it “got better every time”. plus she’d jump at any excuse to laugh until her stomach hurt on rollercoasters, stand around eating fried food, and gloat about how good she was at winning the ridiculously sized plushies at damn near every game booth.
for those exact reasons you stood in line under the sweltering dallas sun, a lemonade in one of your hands and the half eaten corn dog you and paige were sharing in the other.
of course the last day of the fair was one of the busiest, and since it was simultaneously the tail end of summer and the cusp of fall, the afternoon heat was somewhat painful. but you’d be more than pleased to be sporting a jacket when the sun went down.
the only thing making this all worthwhile?
paige.
although she was in the same position as you: hot, sweaty, and tired of the lines. it was harder to tell. the biggest smile had been stuck to her lips all day. she continued to crack jokes and reminisce with her friends from back home. their shared happiness made your own chest swell with fondness.
but paige…oh god, paige. hair was freshly bleached and golden beneath the rays of the sky. her skin, increasingly tan and showing active proof of how the weather was affecting her.
she looked good enough to taste.
surely she’d noticed how you’d been eyeing her since you left the house. especially because her legs were on display, flaunting the endless hours she’d spend in the weight room the last few months. every time you got sick of carrying something she'd take it from you without a second thought. the veins in her hands and arms pronounced, her biceps flexing every now and then.
it’s never ideal to be too handsy in public, and your best efforts were given. but after a while you had your hands wrapped around your girlfriend any chance you got and your head tilted upwards more times than you could count, begging her to plant a fat kiss on your lips.
paige finishes a conversation with the friend to her right, turning to face you once again. she doesn’t say anything at first, just scrunches her nose at you once she realizes she has your attention.
you let your eyes wander up and down her frame slowly, memorizing the way she looked currently from head to toe.
“you look so good.” you say, loud enough to reach her ears and her ears only.
“i should be the one saying that to you,” paige pauses, pulling you closer by the waist and planting a kiss on the crown of your head. “you’re killing me right now.”
initially you don’t understand what she means.
your outfit is pretty simple. just a pair of shorts that sit low on your waist, a bralette that’s publicly appropriate in length, and a zip up hoodie that hangs halfway off one of your arms as a result of all the walking and sweating you’d been doing.
what paige sees is the way your hips sway when she falls behind in pace. your jacket is completely unzipped, your waist fully on display when you’re facing her. your abdomen flexes slightly every time you laugh, some payoff from your time in the gym.
plus your ass bounces with every step you take, that’s enough to capture the blonde girl’s attention at any time.
you’re both doing a number on each other, in true fashion of two real yearners.
you raise one of your eyebrows in question, taking a sip from the drink in your hand and then offering some to the woman in front of you.
she accepts, humming in approval of the taste. you pull the straw away with haste when she takes a particularly big gulp, her lips wet with a few drops of liquid that escape the straw prematurely.
the way paige’s lips glistened with the excess liquid made your head spin.
your face conveys how you feel all too well, but she chooses to say nothing. sending a look your way that says “behave” she turns around again since it’s finally her turn to order.
it was gonna be a long ass day.
about two hours pass, now you’re standing in another line. this time it’s for a ride—thunderbird—and honestly you’re buzzing. but not because you’re excited to swing 200 feet in the air.
it’s because paige’s arms keep flexing when she leans further against the metal barricade behind her, the fragrance she's wearing kisses your nostrils with each gust of evening wind.
the heat between your legs is becoming burdensome. with every moment that passes you feel your resolve wavering.
paige knows what she’s doing too. hands occasionally lingering on your waist, her front pressed directly to your back when moving around you.
she watches you shiver when a breeze passes, her hands are automatic, finding the zipper on your jacket. her eyes are not subtle at all when they fall on your cleavage—your nipples are hard now too—then your upper half is sheltered by the polyester hoodie.
“thank you.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around her neck when she finishes zipping you up.
she answers by placing her lips against yours. the kiss is sweet, it's also quick and your lips make a smacking noise that makes the two of you giggle and the other people that you were with smile in adoration before going back to their conversation.
forcing paige down to your height, you waste no time bringing your lips up to her ear, the next three words that you say only for her to hear.
“i need you.”
she nods and pulls back, the look on her face is smug.
“i know.”
the way she towers over you has got your limbs hot all over again, regretting the way you’d let her zip your jacket up moments.
“i’m serious,” you whine, lowering your voice when you realize the conversation should not meet a pair of ears besides your own or your girlfriend’s. your eyes trail up toward your wrists that rest on paige’s shoulders. your entire expression falls. “m-my bracelet!” you gasp, immediately patting yourself up and down, hands resting in your pockets when you don't feel the precense of the tennis bracelet anywhere on your person.
“i could’ve sworn it was just on, i’ve been wearing it all day there’s no way it fell off without me noticing.” the words leave your mouth at a million miles a minute.
“are you sure you wore it out?” paige asks, it’s not a dumb question but you can tell she regrets it when she watches your face twist in slight annoyance.
you don’t intend to cause too much commotion, it was just a bracelet after all. but it was also a gift from paige.
when you see how her eyebrows raise in shock you already know it’s too late.
“do you think it’s too late to retrace your steps? did you have it on when we rode the last ride?” your friend asks, her eyes pan the ground around your feet.
“seems like i don’t know what i’m sure of anymore,” you say, clearly irritated but not pointed at anyone.
“baby, will you help me look for it?” you turn to paige, “if it’s lost it’s lost. but i’d rather check, even if it’s just a bit.”
without hesitation she nods, “let’s go.”
not a beat passed before she let you drag her out of line and back the way you all had come from. you insisted that everyone else stay in line, ride the ride, and that you’d text them any updates on the bracelet before meeting up with them again.
paige is looking around like a maniac, as if finding the bracelet wouldn’t be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
if it wasn’t with you, it was definitely gone. and you knew that.
which is why when you’re all the way back in the parking lot, insisting that she unlock the car you have to bite your lip to hide the tremble of your lips.
“you really think it could be in the car?” she asks, face twisting in confusion when your shoulders shrug. she almost looks annoyed with your sudden lack of urgency.
“it’s not in the car.” you say, pulling your hands out of your pockets to open the door of her backseat.
“wh–” before paige can ask you anything else you’re holding your hand up right in front of her face, the same bracelet that you’d left to look for is secure around your wrist and gleaming in the scant sunlight.
the look on paige’s face is hard to read, but instead of voicing her immediate thoughts she presses your hips into the edge of the seat behind you, muttering for you to “get in”.
when you’re both inside the car you waste no time mounting her. the first contact you share in private is rushed, your lips starved when they connect to hers.
it feels greedy almost, the way you melt towards her, an abundance of tension dwindling from your body.
paige’s hands are firm, griping onto you wherever they can. first she has a hand on your neck. not to choke you, but to remind you that she had control over your body.
and you’d give it to her time and time again.
you sigh into her mouth, your tongue moving languidly against hers. then you pull back reluctantly, hands resting on the headrest of the seat caging her in
“don’t be upset.” you say, doe eyes boring into paige’s as you lower yourself into her lap completely.
“upset? i’m not upset.” she responds, her hands hot on your skin as she uses her new grip on your hips as leverage to press your center further towards hers.
your shoulders fall in relief and your mouth is open in a silent moan, your clit caught against the lace of your panties beneath your shorts.
“in shock that you were able to pull that off, yes. but i’m not upset with you, baby.” paige continues, capturing your parted and panting lips in another kiss.
this time it’s slower, you’re sharing each breath you take with her due to the proximity. when you feel the weight of her tongue in your mouth you swear you drool, drunk on the taste of her.
paige’s hands sneak beneath the waistband of your shorts, you pull away from her as your breath hitches.
you don’t make any move to stop her, but she did pause in case you had. when you plead for her to continue with your eyes she forces you off of her lap to finish taking your bottoms off. with a soft thump your back hits the door opposite where you had entered.
your neck is immediately occupied with a mess of hot wet lips. she doesn’t leave any marks, but she bites down right below your ear to remind you that she could if she wanted to.
you whine and then swallow hard, suddenly aware of where you are.
nobody was around.
the sun had started to set a half hour ago, and the tint on her windows was more than dark enough.
normal people were still occupied by the fair grounds and you were a good distance from the entrance. but you were determined; urged to combat the voice in your head that deemed you “easy as hell” for immediately spreading your legs in your girlfriend’s backseat.
“okay, maybe this isn’t a good idea.” your voice is airy, your entire top row of teeth exposed as your facade almost immediately falters. you sigh, hand clutching the back of her head as her lips continue to wander.
“mmm, no?” paige grumbles, muffled against your skin.
she’s teasing, it’s clear that you’re not actually protesting. you tilt your head further, more property for the sloppy kisses she’s trailing down your neck.
“i never imagined the state fair parking lot being a good spot for this.” you spoke, lighthearted.
“because you don’t want it,” paige starts, her hand now lowering the zipper on your jacket so that it's open completely, the only thing separating your chest from her greedy lips was the thin cotton of your top. “or because you know you can’t keep quiet?”
you couldn’t help the way the corners of your lips twitched. the laugh caught in your throat quickly became a feather light gasp when paige’s fingers snuck into the waistband of your panties right where your thigh met your hip.
“i can keep quiet.”
“so you DO want me to do something about this?”
*thwack* *thwack* *thwack*
your girlfriend punctuates her sentence by using the back of fingers to tap your clit. the sound of your wetness against her flesh echoing across the leather of the backseat.
“shit!” you hiss. your body jolts and and your eyelids flutter, heavy and becoming tacky with sweat. you had waited so long to be touched, your thighs are twitching in anticipation.
“answer me, baby. you want me to touch you?” paige whispers, her lips brushing your ear for a split second before she pulls back to watch you intently.
she can feel the needy thud of your clit beneath her hand, your cunt almost seeming angry with her despite the rest of your body reavealing the latter.
“you were going to anyway, why not just get on with it?” you moan, a scorching gush of wetness leaving you, kissing the pads of paige’s fingers that still tease.
her fingertips trace your puckering hole now, a whine yanked from the back of your throat when she almost slides her pointer and middle finger inside.
“watch it.”
“i know you can feel how wet i am, p.” you whisper, forcing your legs impossibly wider to make more room for the blonde on top of you. “please?”
there’s a pause, and paige lifts both her eyebrows in question.
you grind your hips up towards the sky, seeking more friction. when your clit meets the heel of her palm your entire body shudders, but it only lasts for a second before she pulls back and your hips to meet the seat beneath you.
you huff in defeat at the loss of contact.
“you put on a whole. fucking. show. over a bracelet that you didn't even lose, all so you could have me to yourself." paige starts, her fingertips poke at your gaping cunt that clenches around nothing.
every time she pauses she simulates pushing her fingers inside, pulling them back at the last second to watch the way your pussy greets the false intrusion.
"then you play coy two minutes ago, acting like you give a fuck about where we are, even though your legs are wide open." she delivers a sharp blow to your clit with a flat hand, you wail at the sting. the sound of the strike leaves your ears ringing and your mouth agape.
"now you’re begging me to play with your pussy.” she snorts when you nod eagerly. there’s no room for shame, the throbbing between your legs teetering the brink of an ache and a burn.
“baby– oh my god!” whatever you were about to plead for next dies on the tip of your tongue.
the first breach of paige’s fingers inside is intoxicating. you fail to support your head as it hits the window behind you with a soft thud. you whimper, it’s raw, high in volume—so much that if it weren’t for the parking lot being abandoned you’d be in a world of trouble.
“fuck, she’s been waiting for me all day i can tell,” paige groans. “swallowing my fingers whole and i’ve barely done anything.” you can hear her own resolve fading with each word that she mutters under her breath.
“feels so good, baby! shit—i don’t t-think i’m gonna last too long.” you whine, choking on your own spit when paige’s fingers curl upwards until they’re pointing back at her.
“try.” she demands, easing her fingers towards the spongy spot that she’d become more than familiar with.
the burn is addicting and the sounds that can be heard from the both of you are reminiscent of a porno.
but it was that good.
you start reciting her name. it’s rhythmic, a mantra. for a moment it’s the only syllable you’re capable of articulating.
the weight of her digits inside of you was bliss. your cunt squelched with each of her movements—music to her ears—it felt simultaneously too much and not enough.
she knowingly picks up the pace, her fingers meeting every inch inside of you and your wetness pooling in her hand.
her eyes are locked on your face as she scissors the two fingers already in you. you yelp, mentally thanking god for the absence of any bystanders outside of the car.
“right there–god, pleaseee don’t stop!”
“yeah, right there?” she mocks, using her free hand to force the hem of your top down, your bare tits now on display.
you feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue on one of your nipples and your eyes roll into the back of your head so hard that it might’ve given you a headache if you weren’t experiencing the finger fuck of your life.
“paige– nng!” you gasp, the weight of your head multiplying when you force yourself upwards to watch the raunchiness below.
a string of saliva connects her bottom lip to your nipple as she transitions to give the other one the same attention.
you absentmindedly bring another hand up to cradle her head, insisting that she remain as close to you as possible.
“you’re so good to me, p.” you whisper, clenching around paige’s fingers.
“you deserve it, mama. my pretty baby,” she mutters, lips still hot against the flesh of your tits. “this pussy missed me, just wanted some attention. couldn’t even wait a few hours so you had to act like a brat, hmm?”
her fingers never still and you have to clench your teeth momentarily, fighting off your orgasm with abbrutal amount of self restraint.
“yes, fuck—yesyesyes— i needed you, need you so bad. always.” you whimper, chest hot with desire. you occupy yourself with the task of watching paige. she looks just as wrecked as you by now.
it’s so sexy.
her hair is a mess, which is your fault. but she’s truly to blame. a few beads of sweat kiss her forehead and the bridge of her nose. her lips are parted as she mimics your panting, eyebrows furrowing with each flex of her wrist between your legs.
you catch her off guard, gripping her chin and forcing her head upwards until her lips meet yours.
it’s sloppy but neither of you care, just set on tasting each other. you take her tongue between both your lips, sucking hard. the groan that crawls from the back of her throat vibrates up the front of your chest.
she pulls away first. the sight of her wrecked, lips glistening sending a wave of heat to your cunt.
paige adds a third finger and you become incoherent, lurching forward. if she wasn’t a decent amount stronger than you she might’ve fallen over from the force of your body reeling towards her.
“paige, please! i can’t, baby—you have to let me cum,” you plead “oh fuck! i’m–“ you whimper, eyes squeezing shut and tears pricking your eyelids. your thighs shake, nudging paige’s presence between them.
“yeah?“ paige’s voice is low and hoarse, ragged similar to yours. “i’m the only one that gets you like this, right?”
you’re nodding fervently, hooded eyes glossy and stalled with hers. your vision blurs with the tears threatening to fall.
“say it.” paige’s fingers curl once more, pressing hard against your plush trigger spot.
you gasp, your own hand flying down to grip at her wrist. not to stop her, but for leverage.
“yes! only you, baby.” your hips match her rhythm instinctively. “need to cum for you, wanna make you proud.” you whimper, panting and struggling to hold eye contact.
you can tell those last four words get to paige, her wrist stutters in motion and she whispers out a hushed “fuck” that you nearly missed due to the blazing heat in your gut.
“go ahead,” paige murmurs, her hand that’s not inside of you pressing against your lower belly momentarily before sliding down until her thumb can press against your puffy clit. “cum for me, baby.”
your head hangs backwards between your shoulders as your eyes meet the remnants of the sunset outside the window. your chest heaving up and down, throat raw.
the gush of your release feels endless. molten against paige’s hand, her eyes never leave your cunt. she’s watching the way you grind against her, your lower body tranced and chasing stimulation to ride out the high.
she thinks she can feel her mouth watering.
the comedown is sweet, she’s cooing against your exposed skin, fixing your shirt in the process. the cherry on top is the way she places a kiss over your heart that hammers against your chest.
you can make out that she’s telling you how good you did for her, how pretty you are, and that she loves you.
you wince when she pulls her fingers from you, instantly missing the fullness.
you use every little bit of strength that you have left to lift your head again, taking the hand that was just inside of you into your own. you bring it to your lips to taste yourself, paige’s eyes on yours the entire time.
separating her fingers from one another you bring them to your lips one by one, eyelashes batting as you put on another show with the last of your energy.
your free hand is firm and guides her towards you until you’re face to face once again, her hand being the only barrier separating your lips from hers.
your tongue is scalding against her digits, the wet muscle also brushing against her stout bottom lip as you seek the last of your cum from her fingers.
paige only allows you to suck on her fingers for a second longer before she closes the distance. her hand, now “clean” trails down to your hips. her grip on you is solid and you feel a few squeezes nudging your skin above the hem of your panties that she slid back into place.
you pull away from her lips, giggling at how lewd this all felt and how she shook her head in disbelief.
“satisfied?” paige asks, moving to retrieve your bottoms from behind her.
“beyond.” you nod, giddy. your cheeks are high in contentment when you’re fully clothed. paige lays back in between your spread legs, placing one last kiss on your lips.
“alright, let’s get back out there. we have a few hours until we actually have to leave and you owe me a thunderbird ride.” paige insists, opening the car door and pulling you upright. she let’s out a belly laugh when you groan from being perched in such a position for an extended period of time.
“whatever you say,” you hum, legs practically jello when they meet the ground outside.
“but, when we get back to the house it’s your turn.” you whisper, dragging her away from the car and back towards the smell of fried food and your friends that would be pleased to hear that the bracelet was in your possession, but jarred at how your makeup was smudged.
god bless the state fair.
