I thought your first time writing smut was good! don’t be so hard on yourself! If you want to grow in that area go read some of the goat smut pazzi writers on here and make notes
i love you guys also yes i will definitely be doing this in case i write more smut in the future! thank you so much anon 🫶
For the first time it was very good! Only notes I’d add are that it was a little rushed through. Ik the last anon said plot which if that’s what you’re going for then yeah. However, if you are just going for straight smut it felt good plot wise. But yeah j a lil rushed and non detailed which is expected for the first time. But very good!
thank you anonn i really really appreciate the feedbackk 🫶🫶
candid feedback, felt it lacked emotion/plot. a bit rushed through the plot. i know smut is really hard so ofc no hate
honestly i felt that too lowkey 😓 thank you though! if i ever write smut again i'll make sure to keep that in mind next time. love u anon THANK YOU AGAIN I NEEDED THIS 🫶
one shot idea: paige and azzi think they are strictly best friends until one night at a house party or bar, they kiss each other once just on some friend vibes (could be a game or a dare) and later in the night they go to the washroom together and the kiss deepens and they get caught up in it. They decide to leave the party/bar and head back home where they both can’t sleep bc they keep thinking of the kiss and they finally cave and hook up for the first time.
Thank you and hope you have the best day!
just friends, right?
pairing : pazzi
content : smut, oral (a recieving) mentions of alcohol, making out, light swearing
a/n : first smut fic out, feeling kinda good heh.. but i will definitely be sticking to mostly fluff because that was a pain in the ass to write.. also posted late once again because i have been really busy 😓 heads up i will be going on a break for about a week from writing after this one! please remember that this is all fiction, enjoy reading!
ted's was buzzing, music shaking the floor, bodies pressed in too tight, voices raised just to be heard. paige never really liked this kind of scene, but when azzi asked her to come, she didn’t even think twice.
they stayed close, like always. paige kept a hand on azzi’s back whenever the crowd got too pushy, and azzi leaned into her side whenever she laughed. it was familiar, easy, best friends sticking together.
until somene in the crowd yelled truth or dare.
suddenly they were in the circle, their friends chanting, dares getting bolder, the bottle spinning too fast. when it landed on azzi, the grins turned wicked.
looking at paige, smiling ear to ear, kk said, "i dare you to kiss your best friend!"
the room erupted, everyone whistling. azzi gave paige a look, playful but nervous, and whispered, “sorry, p,” before leaning in.
the kiss was quick, just lips on lips, and then it was over. everyone around them howled as azzi laughed it off, cheeks flushed, while paige forced herself to smirk like it was nothing.
later, paige caught herself watching azzi too much. her smile, the way she tugged at her braids, how her tongue skimmed her bottom lip when she was focused on something. every glance felt heavier.
so when azzi grabbed her wrist and said, “come with me,” leading her down the hall to the bathroom, paige followed without question.
the door shut and the party muffled behind them. azzi leaned against the sink, arms crossed, laughing under her breath. “they’re wild out there.”
paige nodded, but her chest was tight.
their eyes met in the mirror. azzi tilted her head, smiling faintly. “you’re still thinking about it.”
paige blinked. “what?”
“the kiss.”
silence.
paige didn’t answer.
she closed the gap instead.
the kiss was slow, deep, nothing like the first. paige’s hands slid to azzi’s waist, tugging her in, while azzi cupped paige’s jaw, tilting her head to taste more. azzi sighed softly against her mouth, and paige felt it all the way down her spine.
when the door rattled, they broke apart fast, breathing hard. someone outside banged and shouted, “hurry up!”
azzi’s cheeks were flushed, lips red, eyes dark. she grabbed paige’s hand. “let’s get out of here.”
the ride back was quiet but heavy. azzi’s knee brushed paige’s, neither of them moving away. both staring straight ahead, lost in the same thought.
back at paige’s place, they collapsed onto the couch, a movie playing just for background noise.
paige finally scoffed, “this is awkward, isn't it?"
azzi smiled, eyes flicking to paige’s mouth. “yeah.."
"and i keep thinking about it.”
that was all it took.
paige leaned in, kissed her again, slow but hungry. azzi climbed onto her lap without hesitation, straddling her, fingers curling into paige’s hoodie. their kisses grew messier, deeper, azzi’s nails scraping lightly at paige’s neck, paige’s hands gripping tight at her hips.
azzi pulled back for just a second, breathless. “paige…”
“we don’t have to stop,” paige murmured, forehead pressed to hers, voice low and certain.
azzi’s answer was another kiss, harder this time, like she didn’t want to wait another second.
paige’s hands slid lower, fingers pressing into azzi’s thighs until she was gripping her fully, and before either of them thought twice, paige stood up, lifting azzi with her.
azzi gasped into the kiss, arms wrapping around paige’s shoulders, holding on tight. paige stepped towards her room, lips never leaving hers, then laid her down on her bed. the heat between them only deepened, mouths moving like neither could get enough.
she pulled back just enough to look into azzi's dark eyes, now glazed with desire. "is this okay?" paige asked, her voice soft and uncertain. "we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
azzi smiled, "baby, it's more than okay," she said, arching her back slightly. "i want this. i want you."
relief flooded through paige, and she crashed her lips back onto azzi's, kissing her deeply as her hands roamed her body. she caressed the curves she knew so well, committing every dip and swell to memory. her fingers slipped under azzi's shirt, travelling up to cup her breasts.
azzi gasped into the kiss, her nipples hardening under paige's touch. she fumbled with the buttons of paige's shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin. "let me," she murmured, undoing the buttons one by one. paige shrugged out of her shirt and tossed it aside.
now clad in just her bra and panties, azzi looked up at paige with hooded eyes. "you're beautiful," she whispered, reaching up to trace the curves of paige's breasts through her lacy bra. paige shivered at the contact, her own arousal growing by the second.
"let me see you," paige murmured, already lifting up azzi's shirt, marking her from the stomach up to her neck.
azzi moaned, her fingers tangling in paige's hair. "oh god, that feels so good," she gasped, her hips bucking slightly off the bed.
paige now placed her attention on azzi's breasts, switching from one nipple to the other until azzi was writhing beneath her.
desperate, paige looked up as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of azzi's panties, asking her girlfriend for consent, and as soon as azzi nodded, she tugged them down her legs. azzi lifted her hips to help, kicking the scrap of lace away. now fully naked, she lay before paige like a feast for the taking.
paige sat back on her heels, drinking in the sight of azzi splayed out on the bed. her skin was flushed, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. between her thighs, her heat glistened with arousal.
"can i taste you?"
"paige, please do,"
and she was already leaning down to run her tongue along azzi's slit. azzi gasped at the contact, her hips jerking slightly. paige repeated the motion, lapping at azzi's folds.
"please," azzi whimpered, her fingers tangling in paige's hair. "more."
paige complied, going in deeper with her tongue. she swirled it around azzi's clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip. azzi moaned, her thighs already trembling beneath paige's hands.
"that's it," paige said against azzi's heat, the vibrations of her voice sending shivers through azzi's body. "come for me."
with a final cry of paige's name, azzi came undone. her back arched off the bed, her pussy clenching around paige's tongue as she rode out her orgasm. paige swallowed every drop of azzi's release.
"fuck, i love you"
and before paige could answer, azzi was already flipping them around, with paige now underneath her.
azzi was still breathless, sprawled out on paige’s chest, hair sticking to her damp skin. paige thought maybe she was done, that the adrenaline of the night had finally run out of them both, until azzi shifted, slow and deliberate, sliding up until she was straddling paige again.
her thighs pressed against paige’s ribs, her palms braced on either side of paige’s shoulders. the movement dragged heat across paige’s skin, and her breath caught.
“azzi…” it came out half a warning, half a plea.
but azzi only smiled, lazy and mischievous, before rolling her hips once against paige’s stomach. the pressure was soft, teasing, but enough to make paige’s eyes flutter shut.
paige’s hands came up on instinct, gripping azzi’s hips tight, holding her in place. she could feel every shift, every drag of heat against her abs as azzi moved again, slower this time, drawing it out.
the kiss that followed was messy, deep, azzi biting gently at paige’s lip before laughing into her mouth. the sound sent sparks through paige’s chest.
“god, az,” paige muttered against her, “you’re gonna kill me.”
“maybe,” azzi teased, hips rolling harder now, her breath hitching as she did it again. paige couldn’t stop her hands from roaming up azzi’s sides, down her thighs, gripping, guiding, desperate to keep her close.
their kisses turned frantic, all teeth and gasps, neither of them able to slow down. every move from azzi pulled a sound from paige, every squeeze of paige’s hands made azzi press harder, faster.
azzi eyes rolled back far as paige's abs hardened, "mm, god,"
they both moaned out as azzi kissed paige hard, her tongue tasting her mouth. groans left paige's lips as azzi sucked hard onto her bottom lip and kissed her with passion.
"god" paige moaned into her ear as she slapped azzi's ass to grind faster. her eyes rolled back as she felt her high nearing. azzi's stomach clenched down hard as paige grinded her down harder and before she knew it she was already letting go.
"p-paige.." azzi yelled as paige's hands held her as she came down from her high, breathing out hard and fast.
"you're so pretty baby..", paige said, laying azzi down on her bed, kissing her from her thighs up.
later, they lay tangled in paige’s sheets, skin warm, breaths slowing down. neither spoke for a while, too wrapped up in what just happened, too stunned by how natural it felt.
finally azzi whispered, almost shy, “so… we’re not just friends anymore, huh?”
paige turned her head, smiled at her, and kissed her.
"nope, you're mine now."
and they fell asleep holding eachother like it was the only thing that mattered.
THIS COMMENTT wait im touched do you guys actually like my angst?!
well then i'll let u know that as soon as i'm free i'll be writing another angst fic 🫶 MAYBE MULTIPLE CUZ I HAVE A LOT OF IDEAS BUT GIVE ME SOME TOO I NEEDA HEAR FROM U GUYS!! (still)
i usually stay out of discourse, especially to do with pazzi, because i like to keep my online space a kind of private heaven. but one thing that’s stood out to me in the endless debates over how much paige and azzi allegedly care for each other is how tied those conversations are to dating culture as a whole… and, of course, to the ages of so many people in the pazzi fc.
i’m not going to pretend that being three months away from twenty-two makes me ancient or wise, but i will say that growing older and having more real-world experience shifts your perspective. there’s a difference between reading romance in theory and living love in practice. aging doesn’t make you immune to heartbreak or confusion, but it does reframe the way you understand devotion.
that’s why i find the arguments over “who cares more” so funny. because, honestly? paige and azzi’s relationship looks like a dream to me. i’ve always been the insular partner. the girlfriend, the wife, who writes long letters, sends twelve-minute voice memos, takes forever to reply, never posts constant declarations of love except in the quiet ways: our things mixed in the bathroom sink, our legs tangled together on the bed, the back of a body as we walk to a date, our shared playlists.
and here’s the thing: that doesn’t mean i think everyone should love like me. some people do find joy in posting every photo, hard-launching anniversaries, hard-launching proposals. that can be beautiful too. but the danger comes when we start to believe that only visible love counts as real love. when we assume the lack of posts means a lack of care, or that constant mentions equal a stronger bond. media presence isn’t proof of happiness, and absence isn’t proof of distance.
what worries me is how much our perception of dating has been shaped by social media metrics—the comments, likes, posts, tags—as if love is something you can track on a feed. it’s not that those things are wrong, but they’re not the full picture. real intimacy lives in the mundane, the arguments, the reconciliations, the everyday gestures that never get uploaded. and sometimes, the quieter relationships are the strongest precisely because they’re not performed for an audience.
so i think it would serve us better if we treated watching the girls like a form of distant emotional tourism. they are my favorite island, and i adore visiting, but it isn’t my home. it isn’t my ecosystem to tend. i don’t need constant updates to know they’re okay.
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