Paige Bueckers x fem!reader
requested/synopsis: reader and paige go to victoria secret to buy lingerie, reader teases paige a little. paige is ovulating so she takes reader in the fitting room then at home.
warnings: smut! oral! fingering! strap! publicsex! teasing! aftercare! needy!paige, dom!paige, teasing!reader
The mall had been your idea.
Paige had been clingy all day. You noticed it when she kept brushing her hand along the curve of your lower back, when she looked at you like she was trying to decide between devouring you or staying sane. She didn’t say it outright, but you knew her body well enough by now—Paige was ovulating, and her usual restraint was wearing thinner by the minute.
The two of you had spent most of the afternoon wandering in and out of stores, Paige staying close behind you like your personal shadow. She was wearing low-slung black cargos, a crisp white tee, and her usual silver chain catching flashes of light every time she leaned into you. And now, you’d led her into Victoria’s Secret, not just to browse, but to push her buttons.
You grabbed a few sets of lingerie from a display—lace, sheer, delicate little things—and tossed a wink over your shoulder. “I’m gonna try these on. You coming?”
Paige licked her bottom lip and followed without a word.
Inside the fitting room, the lighting was soft and warm, mirrors on both walls making the small space feel more intimate than it had any right to be. You closed the door behind you and turned toward her with a teasing smirk.
“Sit,” you said, nodding at the built-in bench across from the mirror.
She obeyed like it was instinct, her legs spread slightly as she leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. Her gaze burned into you as you stripped out of your shirt, her jaw tightening the moment your bra hit the floor.
You made a show of slipping into the next piece—a sheer black set with lace trimming and tiny bows on the straps. The thong hugged your hips, leaving very little to the imagination. The bra cupped your breasts perfectly, slightly sheer, barely covering your nipples. When you turned toward her, Paige looked like she was physically in pain.
“You like?” you asked, tilting your head as you posed in the mirror, pretending to adjust the straps.
Her eyes darkened. “Don’t do that.”
You turned back to face her, hand brushing lightly over the lace along your hip. “Why not?” you whispered, taking a step closer. “Is it too much for you?”
She stood up so fast it startled you. One hand gripped your jaw gently but firmly as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your lips.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
Paige backed you into the mirror with a quiet but urgent kind of aggression, her mouth crashing into yours as her hands roamed your barely-covered body. Her fingers splayed across your waist, thumbs brushing your stomach before sliding lower.
“Keep the lingerie on,” she murmured against your lips. “Don’t take a single thing off.”
You nodded breathlessly, your body already humming with anticipation.
She dropped to her knees, her hands pulling your thighs apart as she stared at the wet patch already forming on the lace between your legs. She chuckled under her breath, voice thick with lust.
“You’re dripping through this,” she muttered. “Goddamn.”
Before you could even react, she pressed her mouth against you, tongue flattening over the damp fabric. You gasped, one hand slapping against the mirror behind you, the other burying itself in her soft blonde hair.
The friction of her tongue through the lace was almost too much—hot, sloppy, and hungry. She sucked at your clit through the lingerie, the pressure just enough to make your knees wobble.
“Fuck, Paige—” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper.
She gripped your thighs tighter and slipped her tongue under the edge of the thong, finally making contact with your bare heat. She groaned low in her throat, the vibration making your whole body twitch.
“You taste so good,” she whispered, dragging her tongue up your slit before slipping it inside you. You bit your lip hard to keep from moaning too loud, the fear of being heard only making the moment hotter.
She worked you with her mouth like she had no intention of stopping, her tongue fucking into you while her nose nudged your clit just right. And when she added two fingers—thick, slow, curling deep—you almost came instantly.
“Shit—don’t stop,” you choked out, barely able to stand. Your hands gripped the edge of the mirror frame behind you, knuckles white.
Paige’s fingers fucked you in perfect rhythm while her lips latched onto your clit, sucking it softly and then with more urgency. You felt the heat rising in your stomach, the burn of release so close it made your toes curl.
When you came, it was messy—your thighs shaking, breath ragged, your voice caught in your throat as you rode out the waves on her fingers. She didn’t let up until you were nearly pushing her away from how sensitive you were.
She stood up slowly, lips shiny with your arousal, and leaned in to kiss you. The taste of yourself on her mouth made you dizzy.
“You ruined these panties,” you whispered, voice hoarse.
“I’ll buy them,” she smirked, brushing your hair back from your face. “But you’re wearing them out.”
Your knees buckled, and she caught you easily, her hands now gentle, comforting. She helped you slide your low waisted sweats on and crop top. “Let’s go,” she whispered into your ear. “Unless you wanna try on something else and see what happens…”
You left the fitting room a little wobbly on your feet, the edges of your thighs still twitching from Paige’s mouth. She held your hand casually, but her body was still tense, jaw tight like she was holding herself back from doing something reckless again.
You wore the black lace set under your clothes—just a loose cropped tee and sweats you’d thrown on, no bra. No panties. Just the soaked, delicate lingerie pressed right against you.
The cashier raised a brow when Paige placed the little Victoria’s Secret shopping cart on the counter, smirking when she scanned the 2 sets and the price tag of the black lace set and realized you were already wearing it. Paige didn’t flinch.
“She wanted to wear it out,” she said lowly smirking, her hand at the small of your back.
You bit your lip and avoided eye contact with the cashier, pulse fluttering in your throat.
Once you were out of the store and into the open space of the mall, you thought Paige might cool down.
Her hand slid low, fingers hooking into the waistband of your sweats while you walked side by side. She leaned close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“You’re gonna make me act up again,” she whispered. “The way this lace feels under your sweatpants… It’s not fair.”
You swallowed thickly, heart racing. “We’re in actual public.”
“I know,” she said, and yet her palm slid lower, grazing the curve of your ass as you passed a group of shoppers. “And you’re not helping.”
Her fingers lingered there for a second longer than they should’ve. You whined under your breath.
“Wait till we get home,” she muttered. “I’m not done with you.”
You barely made it through the front door before Paige spun you around and kissed you hard, the victoria secret shopping bag falling to the floor with a soft rustle.
Her lips were hot and commanding, her tongue pushing into your mouth like she needed to taste you again to survive. She grabbed your thighs and lifted you with ease, carrying you through the apartment and straight to the bedroom.
“Off,” she ordered, tugging at your pink sweats. You lifted your hips and let her peel them down, leaving you bare except for the lacy thong and matching bra. She growled lowly in her throat, dragging her thumb over the slick material between your legs.
“You’ve been wet this whole time,” she muttered, staring down at the soaked lace like it personally offended her.
You nodded, breath catching in your throat. “Because of you.”
She yanked open the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the strap—a sleek, dark silicone one with a thick base and perfect curve. Her hands were quick as she adjusted the harness on her hips, her movements sharp and desperate. You laid back on the bed, watching her, your thighs pressed together.
“Open them,” she said, voice low.
You obeyed, spreading your legs slowly.
Paige crawled over you, dipping her head down to kiss your stomach, then your hip, and then finally mouthing you again through the thong. She didn’t even pull it aside right away—she licked the lace until your body arched, your fingers gripping the sheets.
She finally slid it to the side and buried her tongue into you again, her grip locking around your thighs to keep you still. She didn’t stop until your moans filled the room, until you were shaking again, begging her for more.
“Need you inside me,” you gasped, tugging at the strap.
“You sure?” she asked, eyes searching yours.
She kissed your thigh once, then lined up the strap and pushed in slow, the stretch making your mouth fall open.
“Oh my god—” you moaned, legs trembling.
Paige groaned at the sight of you taking her so well, one hand gripping your waist while the other grabbed your wrist and pinned it beside your head.
She set a pace that was deep and unrelenting, her hips slamming into yours, her chain dangling between you, cold where it brushed your chest. She kept her eyes on your face, watching every reaction like it fed her.
“Look at you,” she whispered, dragging her teeth along your jaw. “So fucked out already.”
You gasped, your free hand flying to her back, nails dragging down her skin. “Don’t stop.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, the wet sounds of your body taking her filling every space. You were moaning freely now, legs trembling as she fucked you harder, deeper.
When you clenched around her, she cursed under her breath, pulling your body up slightly to hit you even deeper.
“I’m gonna—Paige—fuck,” you cried out, and that’s when she leaned down and kissed you, swallowing your moans as you came hard around the strap.
You came undone a second time, your whole body pulsing with the aftershocks.
Paige held you through it, still gently grinding into you until your body relaxed completely.
She pulled out slowly, kissing your temple and chest, murmuring quiet praises.
“You’re so good for me,” she whispered. “Took everything so well.”
You blinked up at her, dazed and blissed out, your body warm and buzzing. “You were—insane.”
She chuckled softly and helped you out of the soaked lingerie, lifting you into her lap and grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. She cleaned you up carefully, kissing your inner thighs and whispering apologies when you flinched from overstimulation.
Once you were wiped clean and tucked under the covers, she pulled off the strap and climbed in behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.
“You okay?” she asked gently, brushing your hair off your face.
You nodded with a sleepy smile. “Better than okay. Just… ruined.”
She grinned and kissed your shoulder. “I told you not to tease me.”
“I didn’t think you’d break me in a fitting room.”
“You wore that thong, at the store” she murmured. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
You turned in her arms and kissed her lazily, lips dragging over hers. “Guess I did.”
Paige smiled, eyes soft now, the intensity from earlier melted into something warmer. “Next time, just don’t make me wait until we get home.”
“i like teasing you in public” You smirked and she just smiled and hugged you tighter.
a/n: long smut fic W🤫 i had a time writing this one 🫢
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