people’s prince

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Thunderstruck

Pazzi AU: Paige Bueckers x Dallas Wings & Azzi Fudd x Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader (on hiatus)

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

Heated Unrivalry

Pazzi AU: Paige Bueckers x UConn & Azzi Fudd x Oregon

-> Eventually Paige Bueckers x Wings & Azzi Fudd x Storm

Inspired loosely by Heated Rivalry (on hiatus)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8

Welcome to Portland

Pazzi AU: Paige Bueckers x Portland Thorns & Azzi Fudd x Portland Fire

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15

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☆ ━ &. LUPINQS MASTERLIST

PAIGE BUECKERS

ONE-SHOTS:

☆ ━━ focus: practice with paige gets a little steamy (smut)

☆ ━━ ptpom: you put that pussy on paige (smut)

☆ ━━ ghostface: after a kill, paige decides she needs to fuck you senseless (smut)

☆ ━━ first time: your first time is with paige (smut)

☆ ━━ crush culture: paige has a hopeless crush on you, a cheerleader (fluff)

☆ ━━ talking too much: paige is too damn talkative during sex (smut)

☆ ━━ migraine: on big east media day, you’re unfortunate enough to get a migraine (hurt/comfort)

☆ ━━ santa baby: during your christmas trip to NYC, you have a surprise waiting for paige back at the hotel (smut)

☆ ━━ love actually: you and paige spend christmas together with your families (fluff)

☆ ━━ rival: you and paige have been rivals—and a little more—for as long as you can remember (smut)

☆ ━━ the tonight show: a talk show, an after party, and far too much champagne leads paige bueckers straight to you (smut)

☆ ━━ the way i loved you: a night out leads you right back to your ex-girlfriend’s bed (smut)

☆ ━━ turks and caicos: paige and you take a caribbean vacation the offseason after her rookie year. it goes as expected—a lot of skin, sex, and sun (smut)

☆ ━━ aphrodisiac: paige is starving—for you (smut)

☆ ━━ drunk and nasty: paige and you get drunk and nasty on halloween (smut)

☆ ━━ wet christmas: paige and you have to stay quiet while at your parent’s house on christmas eve (smut)

☆ ━━ hollowed out: the world ended four years ago. ever since then, you and paige have learned to live among what’s left, including the hollows (smut, angst)

☆ ━━ the met gala: the met gala reunites you and paige for the first time since your one night stand. why not make it two? (smut)

SERIES:

☆ ━━ take me to church masterlist ✓

☆ ━━ nobody gets me masterlist ✓

☆ ━━ speak now masterlist (on hold)

☆ ━━ eternity masterlist ✓

☆ ━━ wicked games masterlist

PAZZI

ONE-SHOTS:

☆ ━━ firsts: paige and azzi’s firsts (fluff, smut, angst) (ao3 link)

MINI-SERIES:

☆ ━━ safe and sound (part 1, part 2, part 3): pazzi hunger games au (angst, plot, au) (ao3 link) ✓

☆ ━━ bones and all (part 1, part 2): pazzi bones and all au (angst, plot, au) (ao3 link)

SERIES:

☆ ━━ where’s my love masterlist ✓

☆ ━━ on thin ice masterlist

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(0) LOOKING DOWN AT YOU LOOKING UP AT ME

contains: vet!paige x rookie!azzi. age gap (ten years). a chaotically unrealistic team that would never be successful irl.

word count: 2.1k

niyah speaks: welcome to the prologue guys. inspired by trouble. proofread (not really). don't be trynna bully me for chapters because i will fully delete this whole thing and i'm not playing. love ya enjoy !

DRAFT NIGHT 2035

“with the first pick in the 2035 WNBA draft, the golden state valkyries select… azzi fudd from notre dame”

azzi knew she was going number one. she’d worked for this since she was a kid, and she was ready to enjoy the fruits of her labor. she knew she was going number one and yet, hearing her name be called felt like she was in a fever dream. she nearly killed herself for this, and now she could breathe. 

she didn’t get up when her name was called, she’d been too busy exhaling like she hadn’t breathed in the entire seventeen years she’s been playing basketball. jose had been the one to tap her shoulder and nudge her out of her seat, smiling awkwardly at her while whispering get the hell up the stairs.

so azzi stood up in her size twelve heels and tried to walk like she wasn’t terrified. she’d known this was going to happen— she wanted this to happen— and she still felt like she was watching herself on tv. it wasn’t really. this couldn’t be happening to her. 

but the roar of everyone clapping for her, the smile on her parent’s face, the blinding flash of cameras from every direction let her know that this was very much real, and it was indeed happening to her. 

she was a golden state valkyrie. she would be moving to california so she could play on paige bueckers’ team. 

when GSV got the number one pick in the draft, azzi nearly threw up. she knew she was projected ot go number one, and she knew that her draft stock would stay the same. the thought of playing on the same team as paige fucking bueckers nearly sent azzi into a panic attack, but her jana gripped her shoulders and told her that no one knows, nor cares, that she used to write thirst tweets about paige bueckers because everyone used to write thirst tweets about paige bueckers. and that was enough for azzi to suck it up and tell herself that she was capable of playing beside her childhood crush idol and she'd do it well.

she waved at the camera that trailed her on her way up the steps and tried not to mean mug cathy while she shook her hand. she didn’t like that lady— no one did, honestly. but mugging the commissioner of the WNBA wasn’t something that media friendly azzi did. media friendly azzi shook cathy’s  hand and smiled in the picture and thanked her for letting azzi keep the number thirty-five. 

“azzi fudd, you’ve done it!” during her four year tenure at notre dame, azzi learned that death, taxes and holly rowe were the only things guaranteed in this life. so she smiled with teeth, because she quite like the yappy little white lady. “congratulations, dear.”

“thank you, holly!” she clapped to herself folded her hands behind her back. “whatcha got for me?”

holly bowed her head with an “i know you don’t want to do this but it’s my job” laugh. “just a few questions.”

azzi knew that the questions would have answers so obvious that the people at home would groan and roll their eyes, but again, she quite liked holly so she nodded and tried to seem excited.

 “throughout your collegiate career you’ve named paige bueckers as the player you model your game after.” azzi nearly stopped breathing again, “now that you’ve quite literally followed in her footsteps as number one pick to golden state, how do you feel?”

i won an ebay war for that woman's high school jersey and i really don’t wanna talk about it because i feel like i’m gonna pee on myself.

“um, i feel really good!” azzi thumbs up-ed the camera before realizing she was on national tv and that’s humiliating. “i’m excited to learn from her more than i already have and carry on the valks legacy that she’s created.” she smiled even more because she was proud of her perfect media trained answer that she gave with her perfect media friendly voice. 

really and truly, azzi was ready to shit a brick and she couldn’t wait for her after party. she was ready to get out of the dress and the heels and the thong. she just wanted to get wasted with her teammates and try not geek out over the fact that she was almost officially paige bueckers’ rookie. 

she just had to get through training camp. 

holly said that her answer was beautiful, and just as azzi was about to walk away, she asked, “and what do you have to say to your fans in indiana?”

azzi made eye contact with the camera, “thank you guys so much for your endless support, i love you forever.”

──

paige hated watching the draft. it felt too much like picking horses for her liking, and it gave her low-grade PTSD. but somehow, half of her team ended up at her house, drinking her liquor, eating her nachos, and watching the draft on her tv. 

GSV had the number one pick, which meant that everyone— paige included— was paying attention to one person. azzi fudd. 

she’d been owning the night since she stepped on the orange carpet in her black drapey dress. she answered every question like anyone with a good agent would. she smiled when she was supposed to and didn’t show any signs of nerves. 

paige knew better, though. she’d been there. she’d been blinded by those lights, she’d answered those exact questions and she’d forced the same panic attack down her throat. she could appreciate azzi’s commitment to the bit, though. 

she looked weightless as she coasted down the carpet and when the camera showed her sitting with her family at the table, she and her brothers were playing rock paper scissors like this wasn’t one of the biggest nights of her life. 

paige wasn’t paying such close attention because she was worried. she didn’t know much about azzi fudd, but she knew the girl could play basketball. she was good– great, even— and she’d do good on GSV. and that was all that mattered, really. 

the golden state valkyries were owned by joe lacob, but the team belonged  to paige. she was the first one to be drafted to the team, and carved their success with her bare hands. it was hers. every win, every loss, every accolade, every criticism was every bit paige’s as it was the team’s.

so she wasn’t worried about how azzi would perform. she was content in knowing that the coaches would pick the right players. 

they picked paige, didn’t they?

and besides, you didn’t go number one unless you were actually number one, and based on her highlights, azzi fudd was the real deal. she’d be a good rookie, and that was all paige needed to know. 

“with the first pick in the 2035 WNBA draft, the golden state valkyries select… azzi fudd from notre dame”

paige’s whole apartment went gangbusters. everyone jumped in front of the tv, clapping and shouting like this was a game. paige didn’t know if they were excited to have azzi or the number one pick until she heard kate martin, another OG valk vet, yell, “WE GOT MS. 35 POINTS,”

paige wanted to remind kate that whatever azzi did in college would be useless in the league, but she wasn’t trying to be a buzzkill. so, she sipped her jack and coke and watched azzi try not to frown at cathy. 

at least she knows who her enemies are. 

“we got a baddie comin to cali!” that was angel, who was way too fucking excited. 

paige smacked her lips and shook her head. “shes a kid.”

she sounded like a hater and she knew azzi wasn’t a kid. but the statement was more of a reminder to herself. because azzi was beautiful and she walked with a switch in her hips that had paige wondering if she was wrong about the nerves she assumed azzi had.  she was confident and confidence in rookies was usually a good thing, but something about this girl made paige queasy.

azzi winked at the camera on her way down the stairs to holly and paige wondered if she meant to cause her viewers to be taken aback. 

angel  laughed and pointed at the tv, where azzi was making her way to holly rowe “that ain’t a kid, p. that’s a grown ass woman.”

“still twenty-three.” paige scoffed because hateration would be the only thing to get her through. “still a rookie.”

azzi smiled at holly like she wanted to talk to her, which was scary because azzi fudd had dimples. holly congratulated her the same way she did paige ten years ago, and azzi beamed at her like this was the highlight of her night the same way paige did ten years ago. 

azzi fidgeting with the rings on her hand, and normally paige would have chalked it up to nerves, but azzi didn’t look nervous. she looked… excited. she glowed. it was weird. 

“throughout your collegiate career you’ve named paige bueckers as the player you model your game after. now that you’ve quite literally followed in her footsteps as number one pick to golden state, how do you feel?” 

multiple people in paige’s living room groaned like they were sick of hearing paige’s full name. she couldn’t even blame them because she was sick of hearing it too. 

something in her lit up at the thought of azzi looking up to her though. they’d never met and young players always named her as their idol, but this felt different— more validating than it ever had before. 

“um, i feel really good!” azzi gave the audience a thumbs up and then manually shoved her hand back down and it was the most adorable thing paige had seen since drew’s dog had puppies. “i’m excited to learn from her more than i already have and carry on the valks legacy that she’s created.” 

paige felt her face get hot for reasons unknown to herself. 

“media trained to shit,” aneesah noted.

all number one picks were media trained to shit. the WNBA draft was as political as any other sport, and the league still wanted the girl next door. 

azzi was that. she was cute and she could be fiery on the court without being mean. she was also a damn good player with the stats to back her up. the media loved her and she was good at what she did, and paige knew better than anyone that that combination was what got her to number one. 

rae, last years rookie, spoke, “she’s riding paige’s dick like she had her posters on her wall.” 

she said it like that would have been a bad thing and it threw paige off because holly asked rae the exact same question last year. 

angel cut her eyes at rae, “you had paige’s posters on your wall.”

“yeah but i wasn’t smiling ear to ear when holly asked about her.” rae folded her arms across her chest. “she’s a fan.”

“so?” angel asked. 

rae deadpanned, “so, she literally went ramrod straight at the mention of your name after being easy-breezy azzi all night.” 

“she got a point, p.” rickea chimed in. “rooks prolly got your trading cards and bobblehead and shit.”

“she was just excited.” paige argued.  “it’s her draft night.”

angel brought her hands together and squealed like she was still in middle school. “excited about carrying out your legacy,”

aneesah followed suit, climbing over the couch and grabbing paige’s arm. “she was so excited to learn from paige bueckers”

paige laughed and shook the woman off her. “no one invited you guys over by the way. the rest of the team is actually there.”

she wouldn’t want them to be anywhere else, but who would she be if she said that?

rae joined in, clutching paige’s knee from the floor. “yeah but we wanted to be with our veeettttt.”

“i hate you all.”

“you love us grampy,” angel cooed, and they all hugged her like she was their matriarch and not their teammate and paige let them because she did, in fact, love them.

paigebueckers1 welcome to the bay azzi35 k2times

 azzi35 thank you! let’s get itttt

k2times thangya ⤷ oh yeah and let’s work !!!!

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☆》 ━━━━━━ CHAPTER GUIDE:

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i. Chapter One ━━ Three Nights, One Quiet Understanding.

They clash and connect in the garage, cutting through each other’s reputations with honesty that feels more like provocation than comfort. What starts as tension turns into inevitability.

ii. Chapter Two ━━ The Space Between Us.

They see past each other’s reputations, flirting turns into something real and unsettling for both of them. Afraid of vulnerability and what wanting each other might cost, they pretend nothing changed, even though everything did.

iii. Chapter Three ━━ Fragments in the Dark.

Azzi leaves home looking for space and ends up lost in the night, carrying more weight than she knows how to name. When everything finally becomes too much, the one person she reaches for is Paige—and that choice changes everything.

iv. Chapter Four ━━ Every Single Time.

Azzi is shaken by a nightmare tied to long-held emotional wounds, that moment marks the shift where comfort, trust, and something deeper begin to form between them.

v. Chapter Five ━━ Die Happy.

Paige and Azzi wake up tangled together, realizing how safe and right they feel with each other, even in the quiet domestic moments.

vi. Chapter Six ━━ Mine.

Azzi returns to school after weeks of hiding, struggling with rumors and anxiety, while Paige supports her quietly—through glances, notes, and showing up when it matters most.

vii. Chapter Seven ━━ Love Isn’t Always Enough.

Azzi’s fear of abandonment boils over into jealousy and panic. Paige realizes love isn’t enough without trust, and for the first time, she chooses distance instead of chasing.

viii. Chapter Eight ━━ Almost Home.

Azzi and Paige sit in the aftermath of hurt they caused each other, missing one another in every quiet space and struggling to bridge the distance fear created.

ix. Chapter Nine ━━ What Makes Us, Us.

Paige and Azzi finally talk honestly, choosing each other and rebuilding trust after fear and miscommunication nearly pulled them apart. The night becomes a quiet turning point where love, safety, and commitment replace distance and doubt.

x. Chapter Ten ━━ Wrapped in You.

Paige and Azzi spend a quiet, intimate day together—domestic, playful, deeply in love—finding comfort in choosing each other without pressure or urgency.

xi. Chapter Eleven ━━ Real World.

Azzi is quietly choosing independence and a future that feels like hers, even as her parents and school try to decide it for her.

xii. Chapter Twelve ━━ Somewhere Between Here and You.

Accepting Briarwood is a way to claim freedom, independence, and a life that finally feels like hers. Paige remains her constant, loving her without holding her back, even when distance makes everything harder.

xiii. Chapter Thirteen ━━ Promises Aren’t Always Easy.

When outside forces take control, they both learn that wanting each other doesn’t always mean getting to stay.

xiv. Chapter Fourteen ━━ Grow As We Go.

They’re carrying the weight of love, loss, and growth in different ways, learning who they are without each other. When they finally cross paths again, it becomes clear that time didn’t erase what they had—it shaped them into people ready to choose it.

xv. Chapter Fifteen ━━ Welcome Home.

Azzi finally chooses herself and walks away from the life that never fit, following the pull of the one place she’s always felt known.

xvi. Chapter Sixteen ━━ Yes.

After finding their way back to each other, through ordinary moments and emotional certainty, they choose commitment, home, and a future built together.

xvii. Chapter Seventeen ━━ My Dream Is You.

Azzi and Paige settle into their life together, celebrating milestones while savoring quiet, tender moments that make their future feel real. The chapter is about love, home, and the joy of building a life together, one small, perfect moment at a time.

xviii. Chapter Eighteen ━━ Forever Starts With You.

Planning a wedding it’s the easiest job in the world when you’re doing with the person. But the best part? Marrying the love of your life.

xix. Chapter Nineteen ━━ If It Was Easy, It Wouldn’t Be Us.

A look into the future and what a whole lot of love can turn into.

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Wet Dreams

The room was dark and quiet, save for the soft sound of breathing. Paige had drifted off hours ago, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the evening, the game, the exposure, the intense sex that followed. But now she stirred, consciousness pulling her slowly from sleep.

She became aware of warmth beside her, of Azzi's body pressed close. And then she became aware of something else, movement. Subtle at first, just a shift of Azzi's hips, but then more. A soft sound escaped Azzi's lips, barely audible, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.

Paige's eyes opened fully, adjusting to the darkness. She turned her head to look at Azzi, and her breath caught.

Azzi was still asleep, her eyes closed, but her face was flushed even in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Her lips were parted, and as Paige watched, another soft moan escaped them. Azzi's body shifted restlessly against the sheets, her thighs pressing together, then falling apart slightly, then pressing together again.

Paige felt heat pool low in her stomach as she realized what was happening. Azzi was having a dream. And from the looks of it, not just any dream.

"Paige," Azzi murmured, so quietly Paige almost missed it. Her hips rolled slightly, seeking friction that wasn't there. "Please..."

Paige's mouth went dry. She propped herself up on one elbow, watching as Azzi's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath the thin tank top she'd thrown on after their earlier activities. Azzi's hand moved in her sleep, sliding down her own body to rest on her lower stomach, fingers twitching like she wanted to move lower but couldn't quite manage it while unconscious.

Another whimper fell from Azzi's lips, louder this time, and her back arched slightly off the bed. The movement caused the sheet to slip down, revealing more of her body, the tank top had ridden up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, and her sleep shorts had twisted, riding up her thighs.

Paige's gaze traveled lower, and she felt her pulse quicken. Even in the darkness, she could see the dampness on Azzi's inner thighs, could see how her shorts had darkened with moisture. Azzi was soaked, her arousal evident even through the fabric.

"Fuck," Azzi breathed in her sleep, her hips rolling again, more insistently this time. Her thighs fell open wider, an unconscious invitation, and Paige could see the wet spot on her shorts growing. "Need you..."

Paige felt her own arousal spike, heat flooding through her body. She watched, transfixed, as Azzi's body moved with increasing urgency, chasing pleasure in her dream. Azzi's hand slid lower, fingers brushing over her center through her shorts, and she gasped, the sound breathy and desperate.

"Please, Paige," Azzi whimpered, and god, hearing her name like that,so needy, so wanting, made Paige's stomach clench with desire.

Azzi's movements became more frantic. Her hips lifted off the bed, grinding against her own hand, and her other hand came up to clutch at her breast through her tank top. Her breathing was ragged now, coming in short pants, and a thin sheen of sweat had formed on her skin, making her glow in the moonlight.

"Yes," Azzi moaned, louder now, her head tilting back against the pillow. "Right there, don't stop—"

Paige bit her lip, watching Azzi fall apart in her sleep. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen, Azzi completely uninhibited, lost in whatever fantasy was playing out in her mind. Her thighs were trembling now, pressed tight around her hand, and Paige could see the muscles in her stomach tensing.

But then Azzi's movements slowed, frustration creeping into her expression even in sleep. Her hand stilled, and she made a small, disappointed sound, like she couldn't quite reach what she needed. Her hips rolled again, seeking, but without the coordination of consciousness, she couldn't find the right angle, the right pressure.

"Please," Azzi whimpered again, and she sounded almost on the verge of tears. "Need more..."

Paige's decision was made in an instant.

---

They'd talked about this before, weeks ago, actually, during one of those late-night conversations where they'd explored each other's fantasies and boundaries. Azzi had been shy about it at first, blushing as she admitted that she'd always thought it would be hot to wake up to Paige touching her, to blur the line between dream and reality.

"Like, you could just... start whenever," Azzi had said, her cheeks pink. "I trust you completely. If I'm asleep and you want to, you have my full consent. Always."

Paige had kissed her then, touched by the trust, turned on by the idea. They'd established it clearly, explicit, enthusiastic consent for Paige to initiate sexual contact while Azzi was asleep. And now, watching Azzi writhe in the grip of a wet dream, clearly desperate for release, Paige knew this was the perfect moment.

A slow smile spread across Paige's face. She was going to make Azzi's dream come true. Literally.

---

Moving slowly and carefully, Paige shifted on the bed. She didn't want to wake Azzi, not yet. She wanted to blur that line between dream and reality, wanted Azzi to wake up already lost in pleasure.

She pressed a soft kiss to Azzi's shoulder, then another to her collarbone. Azzi stirred slightly but didn't wake, just made a soft, contented sound. Paige continued her path downward, kissing along Azzi's sternum, then her stomach, pushing the tank top up as she went.

Azzi's skin was hot beneath her lips, and Paige could feel her trembling. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Azzi's sleep shorts and slowly, carefully, began to pull them down. Azzi's hips lifted slightly in her sleep, helping without realizing it, and Paige slid the shorts and underwear down her legs, tossing them aside.

The sight that greeted her made Paige's mouth water. Azzi was glistening, her arousal coating her inner thighs, her pussy swollen and wet. Paige could see how turned on she was, could smell the sweet musk of her arousal, and it made her own body throb with need.

But this wasn't about Paige. This was about Azzi.

Paige settled between Azzi's thighs, gently spreading them wider. Azzi made a soft sound, her legs falling open easily, and Paige took a moment just to look at her, beautiful and vulnerable and so fucking wet.

Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up Azzi's center.

The reaction was immediate. Azzi gasped, her hips jerking up toward Paige's mouth, and a moan fell from her lips—louder than before, but still soft, still dreamy. She was still asleep, Paige realized, but her body was responding, her dream shifting to incorporate the new sensations.

Paige did it again, another long, slow lick, savoring the taste of Azzi on her tongue. God, she loved this—loved the way Azzi tasted, loved the way her body responded even in sleep, loved the little sounds she was making.

She focused on Azzi's clit, circling it with her tongue, and Azzi's thighs trembled on either side of her head. Paige could feel the tension in Azzi's body, could feel how close she already was from the dream. She worked her slowly, carefully, building the pleasure gradually.

"Paige," Azzi moaned, and her hand came down to tangle in Paige's hair, still unconscious, still dreaming, but her body knew what it wanted. "Yes, please..."

Paige increased her pace, her tongue moving faster against Azzi's clit. She slid two fingers inside, and Azzi was so wet they went in easily, her walls clenching around them immediately. Paige groaned against her, the vibration making Azzi's hips buck.

She set a steady rhythm, fingers pumping in and out while her tongue worked Azzi's clit, and she could feel Azzi getting closer. Her moans were getting louder, more desperate, her hips moving in time with Paige's fingers, and her grip on Paige's hair tightened.

"Don't stop," Azzi gasped, and Paige had no intention of stopping. She curled her fingers, finding that spot inside Azzi that made her see stars, and Azzi cried out, her back arching off the bed.

Paige could feel it building, the tension in Azzi's body, the way her walls were fluttering around Paige's fingers, the way her thighs were starting to shake. She was right there, right on the edge, and Paige wanted to push her over.

---

Azzi was dreaming. She had to be dreaming, because the pleasure was too intense, too perfect. In her dream, Paige was between her thighs, doing that thing with her tongue that drove Azzi crazy, and it felt so real—the wet heat of her mouth, the stretch of her fingers inside, the building pressure low in her stomach.

But something was different. The sensations were sharper than usual in dreams, more vivid. Azzi could feel everything—the sheets beneath her, the cool air on her skin, the very real weight of Paige's head between her thighs.

Her eyes fluttered, consciousness trying to break through the haze of sleep and pleasure. She was aware of her body moving, of sounds falling from her lips, of the intense pleasure building and building and—

Her eyes flew open.

The ceiling of Paige's room came into focus above her, dimly lit by moonlight. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Paige was really between her thighs, really eating her out, really—

"Oh my god," Azzi gasped, the realization crashing into her at the same moment a wave of pleasure did. Her hand was in Paige's hair—when had that happened?—and she could feel Paige's fingers inside her, could feel her tongue working her clit with perfect, devastating precision.

Paige looked up, their eyes meeting, and Azzi saw the wicked gleam in Paige's gaze. Paige didn't stop, didn't even slow down. If anything, she doubled her efforts, sucking hard on Azzi's clit while her fingers pumped faster.

"Paige," Azzi moaned, fully awake now but still caught in the overwhelming sensation. "I was—were you—oh fuck—"

She couldn't form coherent sentences. The pleasure was too intense, made more so by the disorientation of waking up already on the edge. Her dream had been building to this, and now reality was finishing what her subconscious had started.

"You were having a dream," Paige said, pulling back just long enough to speak, her voice rough and low. "Such a good dream, baby. You were moaning my name, so wet for me. I couldn't resist."

Then her mouth was back on Azzi, and Azzi's head fell back against the pillow with a cry. She remembered now, their conversation, the consent they'd established. Paige was allowed to do this, and god, Azzi was so glad she'd given that permission because this was incredible.

"I'm so close," Azzi gasped, her hips rolling up to meet Paige's mouth. "Please, Paige, I need—"

"I know what you need," Paige murmured against her, and she curled her fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot while her tongue worked Azzi's clit relentlessly.

---

Azzi felt it building, that familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core. But this felt different, more intense than usual, like the dream had primed her body for something bigger. The pressure was almost overwhelming, and she could feel something else building alongside her orgasm, something that made her thighs shake and her breath come in short, desperate gasps.

"Paige, I think—oh god, I'm gonna—"

She didn't get to finish the sentence. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, pleasure exploding through her body with an intensity that made her vision white out. And then she felt it, the release, the gush of liquid as she squirted, her body letting go completely.

"Fuck!" Azzi cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came and came, squirting into Paige's mouth. She could feel it, could feel the wetness, could hear the obscene sounds as Paige drank her in, not pulling away, not stopping, just taking everything Azzi gave her.

Paige groaned against her, the sound vibrating through Azzi's oversensitive flesh, and Azzi realized with a shock of arousal that Paige was loving this. She could feel Paige's enthusiasm in the way she pressed closer, in the way her tongue worked Azzi through the waves of pleasure, in the way she moaned like Azzi's taste was the best thing she'd ever experienced.

Azzi's orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her, her body shaking with the intensity of it. She was dimly aware that she was probably being too loud, that their neighbors might hear, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that existed was this, Paige's mouth on her, the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling of complete and utter release.

Finally, finally, the waves began to subside. Azzi's body went limp against the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She was trembling all over, oversensitive and wrung out, and when Paige's tongue brushed against her clit one more time, she jerked away with a whimper.

"Too much," she gasped, and Paige immediately gentled, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs instead.

---

Paige crawled back up Azzi's body, and Azzi could see her face was wet, glistening with Azzi's release. Paige was grinning, looking incredibly pleased with herself, and Azzi felt her face heat up despite everything they'd just done.

"Holy shit," Azzi breathed, still trying to process what had just happened. "Did I just—"

"Squirt all over my face?" Paige finished, her grin widening. "Yeah, baby. You did. It was so fucking hot."

Azzi covered her face with her hands, embarrassed despite the lingering pleasure. "Oh my god."

"Hey," Paige said softly, gently pulling Azzi's hands away from her face. "Don't be embarrassed. That was incredible. You're incredible."

She leaned down and kissed Azzi, and Azzi could taste herself on Paige's lips. It should have been weird, but instead it just made her feel warm all over, intimate in a way that went beyond the physical.

"I was having a dream," Azzi said when they pulled apart, her voice still slightly breathless. "About you. We were... god, it was so vivid. And then I woke up and you were actually—"

"Making your dream come true?" Paige supplied with a smirk.

"Something like that," Azzi said, unable to help the smile that spread across her face. "How long were you watching me?"

"Long enough," Paige said, settling beside her and pulling her close. "You were so beautiful, Az. Moving in your sleep, moaning my name. You were so wet, and I just... I remembered what you said, about wanting to wake up like this. I couldn't resist."

Azzi snuggled into Paige's embrace, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I'm glad you didn't. That was... intense."

"Good intense?"

"The best intense," Azzi confirmed. She was quiet for a moment, then asked, "What was I saying? In my sleep?"

Paige's smirk returned. "Oh, you know. Just begging for me. 'Please, Paige.' 'Need you.' 'Don't stop.' The usual."

Azzi groaned, burying her face in Paige's neck. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

"Nope," Paige said cheerfully, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But for what it's worth, it was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. And the ending? When you woke up and realized what was happening? The look on your face was priceless."

"I bet," Azzi muttered, but she was smiling. She felt boneless and satisfied, the kind of deep contentment that came from really good sex and being with someone you loved.

"We should probably clean up," Paige said after a moment, gesturing vaguely at the wet sheets beneath them.

"In a minute," Azzi said, tightening her hold on Paige. "I'm too comfortable to move right now."

"Fair enough," Paige agreed, settling back down. "Besides, I'm pretty proud of the mess I made."

"Paige!"

"What? I am! You squirted, baby. That's like, the ultimate compliment to my oral skills."

Azzi couldn't help but laugh, the sound soft and warm in the darkness. "Your ego is unbelievable."

"You love it," Paige said, and she was right.

"I love you," Azzi corrected, pressing a kiss to Paige's jaw.

"I love you too," Paige said softly, all teasing gone from her voice. "Even when you have dirty dreams about me."

"*Especially* when I have dirty dreams about you," Azzi said. "Apparently they come true."

Paige laughed, the sound rumbling through her chest where Azzi was pressed against her. "Well, in that case, you should dream about me more often."

"Trust me," Azzi said, her eyes already starting to drift closed again, exhaustion pulling at her. "I do."

They lay there in comfortable silence, wrapped around each other, the events of the night, both the game and this, settling over them like a warm blanket. Tomorrow they'd have to face their teammates, deal with the aftermath of their relationship being exposed. But right now, in this moment, it was just them.

And that was more than enough.

Please be gental this is my first time posting in here! Lmk what you think 😄

[azzified]

Did u see that fuddaroundandgetbueckets A Thin Line and all her other works are gone? So heartbreaking I loved her fics. Does anyone have a reblog???

hiii yes i did :( i didn't find just one blog who had all the chapters of a long time coming reblogged so i'll link a mix of the ones that did LOL tried my best!!

a long time coming masterlist

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

+ for a thin line

[azzified]

my pazzi fics recommendations ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

updated 27.02

series & more

everything. absolutely everything by pbaz7, lloeysol, azzibueckers5, luvergirl-535, peach4pazzi, buffalo1221, bu3ck3r, imaginespazzi

frequent flyer

slow falling (discontinued but still so so good)

trouble and wishing you the best (reblogs)

you gonna come to my senses?

in between

stargirl interlude

no margin for error

if we’re going to be wanted

platonic plus one

wherever you go

my brother’s gf

ongoing

must be love on the brain

pressure

hot lap

repeat rewind

in the know

can you fix a broken heart

looking down at you

weren’t we the salt in the sea

you needed me

breakpoint

on hold

to break a horse

so this is how it feels

and i’d give myself to you

be still your heart

one shots

plan p

trust in me (i’ll give you all of me)

everything by azzibuckets, pbaz7, hearts4pbaz, raevpng, lemonglowseason

wherever you’re going, i’m going the same

airport crush

big brown eyes

who’s going to catch me

puck it! i’m ridiculously into you

i know i’m not supposed to

so, kiss me

thinkin’ bout you

is this still pretend

i am giving you food […]

you weren’t mine to lose

locked in for life

recognition

stolen or borrowed

sweet on you

open to recs! pls send fics you love :)

[gaycriminal46]

Fic Recommendations

These are my favorite fics. Some of these I go back to read over and over.

One-shots

i love it when we touch - azzifudd

My Girl - wbbpls

always the bridesmaid, never her bride - peach4pazzi

Cold Shoulder - azzibuckets535

cause when you know (you know) - girliblue

but i'm in love (can't blame me for checking) - girliblue

she wants it more (than everything in-between) - girliblue

Marked Up - lilirae00

you have me - azzibuckets

Stolen or Borrowed - crazziforazzi

Someday Looks Good on You - pazziwoke

Love, On the House - pazziwoke

Drunk Confession - pbaz7

The Best Medicine - pbaz7

don't smile (you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her) - azbuckets535

anytime - ineedpaigebuckets

puck it! i'm ridiculously into you - studeteer

vacation getaway - luvergirl-535

she not a lesbian (for p, she turn pesbian) - luvergirl-535

not a lot, just forever - luvergirl-535

pink noise. - hcneymooners

remind you - ineedpaigebuckets

The Best Medicine - 33lol and teamfueckers

Never Have I Ever - teamfueckers

All Star Behavior - teamfueckers

first to know - bucketsp

trust me - ineedpaigebuckets

who's going to catch me when i (baby come home) - eclipscee

she’s got a type - 5x35

Best Friends + A Little Extra - calyxt0

hanging out to dry (fuck!) (3+1) - soloey

Series

Thunderstruck - wildthorn31

Frequent Flyer - beuckersburn

Can You Fix A Broken Heart - buffalo1221

i wanna know peace again (wanna sing a different song) - azzibueckers5

is the moon still in love with the sun? one two three - girliblue

sure as the sun will rise, always one two three - girliblue (sequel)

Frequent Flyer is literally my favorite thing that I've ever read. Pazzi or not, fanfic or not. Doesn't matter, it's my favorite story of all time. I would recommend that story over everything else in the world.

[teamfueckers]

i thought of an idea and i think u would do it well

i think it would be really funny if before paige eats it she fully says grace cause shes so religious

and maybe azzi would be getting impatient but paige would just be feeling rly greatful thanking god

Saying Grace

a/n: Loved this idea, anon!! Kinda short, but I had fun writing this. Hope you enjoy it :)

warnings: mostly fluff, but has sentimental smut, NSFW, minors DNI

wc: 1.9k+

Paige was deep in her WAG era, and she was thriving in it. Tonight had been one of those games that reminded her exactly why. She’d just watched UConn dismantle Florida State at home, and Azzi had put on a clinic — 28 points, 6 assists, 5 rebounds, 3 steals. Paige couldn’t have been more proud if she tried. Azzi had been silencing critics all season, proving she wasn’t just good — she was the best. Everyone knew she was the unanimous No. 1 pick for the 2026 WNBA draft. 

Paige couldn’t help thinking she must’ve done something right in a past life to get a front row seat to this — both the game and the girl. Her only prayer was that the Dallas Wings got the first pick, because at this point, it was the only thing that could salvage the dumpster fire of their current season.

Now, they were at Ted’s with the rest of the team, celebrating an undefeated record. A mid-season break meant they’d all agreed to actually let loose for once. Azzi had taken that challenge personally — she was four shots deep, each one chased with a Long Island iced tea. Paige had stopped keeping track of the exact count somewhere between the third and fourth round, but it was clear Azzi had blown past tipsy and landed squarely in clingy, drunk-girlfriend territory.

Pressed against the bar, Paige had an arm draped over Azzi’s shoulders as they half-listened to Serah and KK’s ongoing debate about whether Spotted Cow beer was a “Midwest delicacy” or just “overhyped nostalgia.” Azzi didn’t care. She wasn’t listening anymore. Her feet ached, her head was spinning, and all she wanted was to take her beautiful blonde girlfriend home and have her all to herself.

Her fingers toyed with the hem of Paige’s oversized tee, brushing it up just enough to get her attention. Paige barely noticed — she was too busy laughing at KK’s story about spitting out her first sip of Spotted Cow all over her mom.

So Azzi upped the ante. Her hand slid under the shirt, fingertips tracing slow circles into Paige’s bare back. That did it. Paige turned her head, pulled Azzi in closer, and whispered into her ear, “What’s up, baby?”

Azzi didn’t answer with words. She just smiled faintly and tipped her head toward the door.

Paige chuckled, dropped a kiss to her temple, and wrapped up her conversation with KK and Serah before leading them out.

They took an Uber to Azzi’s dorm. The whole ride, Azzi stayed pressed into Paige — not with heat or lust, but like she was anchoring herself. Paige had been her anchor since they were teenagers, the place she always returned to, steady and safe. Tonight, it was both symbolic and literal. Azzi’s body needed Paige to stay upright, and her heart had needed her for years.

Paige had been there through everything — the big wins, the crushing losses, the nights of tears that had nothing to do with basketball. She’d seen Azzi at her strongest and at her most fragile, and loved her the same in both. It wasn’t the kind of love that asked for constant fireworks. It was quieter, steadier, the kind that showed up without question and stayed without conditions.

As the car bumped along the familiar streets toward campus, Paige rested her cheek against the top of Azzi’s head, breathing her in. Azzi smelled faintly of perfume and sweat, but underneath was that scent Paige always associated with home. Paige’s hand found Azzi’s knee and gave it a small squeeze — not to steady her, but as a reminder: I’m here. I’m always here.

Azzi let out a slow exhale, the kind that came when your body finally allowed itself to relax. Her eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world. Paige knew Azzi would remember none of the ride tomorrow — but she’d remember this feeling. The quiet weight of the woman she loved leaning into her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Once inside, there was no pretense of tearing each other’s clothes off. Azzi was too drunk, too drained from the game. Instead, they shared a hot shower, steam curling around them as they washed the sweat and liquor from each other’s skin in slow, tender motions. Paige always loved this — the quiet intimacy of holding each other under running water, no rush, no distractions. If this wasn’t an answered prayer, she didn’t know what was.

They fell asleep in their usual formation: Azzi’s head on Paige’s chest, face tucked into her neck, Paige’s arms wrapped protectively around her.

Paige woke the next morning to the sensation of Azzi’s lips on her neck — gentle, tender kisses that made her shiver. When Azzi found that sensitive spot just behind her ear, Paige sighed and pulled her fully on top.

Azzi ground her hips down instinctively, both of them groaning at the friction. Paige loved mornings like this — waking up to her girl needy, moaning her name, offering herself up like a prayer waiting to be answered.

“I swear, baby,” Paige murmured, gripping two fistfuls of Azzi’s perfect ass, “you’re the best blessing I ever got.”

Azzi smirked but blushed as she pulled her shirt off, revealing bare skin. Paige didn’t waste a second before leaning up to kiss and suck gently at her nipple, drawing a gasp.

“You feeling needy this morning?” Paige teased.

“You already know the answer to that,” Azzi replied breathlessly.

“Yeah, I do. You’re soaking through those shorts.”

Azzi flushed. “I woke up from the best dream ever.”

“That right? What kind of dream?”

Before Azzi could answer, Paige slid a hand under her waistband, fingers gliding through slick folds. The moan that escaped Azzi’s mouth was obscene enough to make Paige grin.

“Well? What happened in your dream, baby?” Paige asked again.

Azzi tried to speak, but Paige’s fingers were circling her clit in the most perfect way. Finally, Paige stilled her hand, forcing Azzi to find her words.

“You and me,” Azzi admitted shyly. “Like this.”

Paige tilted her head. “Like this? Or…”

Azzi rolled her eyes, knowing Paige wouldn’t let it go. “More or less.”

Paige smirked. “Give me some specifics.”

When Azzi didn’t answer, Paige slid her shorts down, lips quirking. “Come on, baby. Help me make your dreams come true.”

Azzi leaned in to whisper, hiding her face. “I was riding your face.”

That was all Paige needed to hear.

Paige’s grin widened the moment the words left Azzi’s lips. She gave a little shove to Azzi’s hips, urging her to sit up, then guided her forward until her thighs framed Paige’s face.

Azzi steadied herself against the headboard, breath quickening. She could feel Paige’s warm breath ghosting over her, but the expected first touch never came. Instead, Paige closed her eyes, that familiar scrunch of her brows appearing as her lips moved soundlessly.

It took Azzi a second to realize what she was seeing — and feeling — but the faint dampness she brushed from Paige’s cheek confirmed it. “Baby… are you crying?” she asked softly, thumb caressing her skin.

Paige cracked one eye open, smiling sheepishly. “Just thanking God for you, baby. You know this pussy makes me emotional.”

Azzi let out a startled laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Paige’s smile turned wicked. “Gotta say grace before breakfast.”

Azzi doubled over with laughter, but the ache between her legs didn’t let her forget why she was here. “Okay, well… can you maybe hurry it up?”

“I was almost done, but then you interrupted me. Now I gotta start over.”

Azzi groaned, her tone dropping into a needy whine. “Paige, please…”

Paige chuckled, the sound low and intimate. “Patience, Az.” She closed her eyes again, her voice dropping to a reverent murmur as her hands smoothed over Azzi’s thighs, holding her steady. This time Azzi caught fragments of the prayer — thank you for my baby… she’s the most beautiful woman… I don’t deserve someone so perfect…

It made her chest tighten almost as much as her core. The words hit her heart while the anticipation wrecked her body. After another few beats, Paige’s tone shifted, voice deliberately louder: “And thank you, God, for giving my girl the best-tasting pussy in the whole world.”

Her grip on Azzi’s thighs tightened. “This is my favorite place in the world, baby.”

Azzi barely had time to roll her eyes before Paige’s mouth was on her — hot, soft, and unrelenting. She moaned loud enough to echo off the walls, one hand flying back to grip the headboard while the other threaded into Paige’s hair.

Paige groaned into her, the sound vibrating against her clit as she sucked it between her lips. God, she could live here. Her hands gripped Azzi’s ass, guiding her down, urging her to move. And Azzi did — rocking her hips, chasing every flick and swirl of Paige’s tongue like it was salvation.

Each time Azzi’s moan broke into a gasp, Paige pressed her face harder, as if she could climb inside her, consume her whole. She murmured praise against her, words lost in the wet heat but the intent clear: you’re perfect, you taste so good, I love you.

Azzi’s thighs trembled. The headboard rattled. And Paige didn’t let up, instead, licking her through one crest of pleasure straight into another until Azzi was shuddering, breathless, and utterly wrecked.

Paige didn’t just eat her — she worshipped her. Every drag of her tongue, every slow press of her lips was intentional, as if she were tasting something holy. Azzi’s hips rolled instinctively, her clit catching on Paige’s tongue in just the right way, over and over until her breath came in short, sharp bursts.

“Paige—” she gasped, the syllable breaking apart halfway through as Paige sucked harder.

Paige’s hands squeezed her ass, kneading the flesh before pulling her down tighter against her mouth. She couldn’t breathe — didn’t want to breathe — not when she had this. Not when she could drown in Azzi.

She broke away just long enough to murmur against her, lips brushing her soaked skin, “You’re so perfect, baby. My perfect girl. My favorite flavor.”

Azzi whimpered, nails scraping gently over Paige’s scalp. Her thighs were quivering, heat curling low in her belly, winding tighter and tighter. Paige could feel it — the way her muscles tensed, the way her breath hitched.

“That’s it,” Paige encouraged, sliding one hand around to press two fingers deep inside her. Azzi cried out at the intrusion, the stretch, the way Paige curled them immediately against that spot that made her see stars.

Paige pumped in time with her mouth, tongue circling and flicking, building the pressure at a ruthless pace. She kept whispering between breaths — fragments of devotion, praise, filth — you’re mine… so sweet… love you so much… gonna make you come for me.

Azzi’s head fell back, mouth open in a soundless moan before she found her voice again. “I’m—Paige—I’m so close—”

“Give it to me,” Paige urged, voice rough with want. “Come for me, baby. Come on, let me taste you.”

That did it. Azzi’s whole body seized, pleasure slamming through her like a tidal wave. She cried out Paige’s name, thighs clamping around her head, grinding down helplessly as she rode out the orgasm. Paige held her there, tongue and fingers working her through every last pulse until Azzi finally slumped forward, shaking, her hands falling to Paige’s shoulders for balance.

Paige slowed, easing her down, but couldn’t resist one last slow lick before pulling back. She looked up at Azzi with a grin equal parts smug and tender, lips shiny, hair a mess. “Amen.”

Azzi giggled weakly. “Don’t people usually say amen before the meal?”

Paige winked. “Sure — but this one deserved seconds.”

[teamfueckers]

Okay this might be too freaky haha but one shot idea: what if like as a birthday present Azzi decides to cook for Paige without clothes on while Paige watches and gets turned on and then you know things ensue…

Wrapped In Nothing

a/n: loved this request and i added a fun little plot idea that came from one of my favorite songs right now, Not Fair by Leon Thomas. Hope you enjoy it :)

wc: 3.4k+

warnings: smut, MINORS DNI

It wasn’t often Paige and Azzi fought for more than a few hours. They were annoyingly good at conflict resolution. One of them always caved. Usually Paige, because she couldn’t handle the sound of her own silence. But sometimes Azzi would too because Paige would wear her down with relentless, stupid, golden retriever-level optimism. But this time? This time it was serious.

It was about the dog.

Which, sure, probably didn’t sound like a big deal to anyone else. But they’d been circling this conversation for months. Since Paige got drafted to the Wings and had immediately fallen in love with every curly-haired golden doodle she saw on the street, on TikTok, in her dreams, she’d been manifesting this dog like her career depended on it. 

She had links to breeders, shelter profiles, screenshots, saved posts—the whole nine.

Azzi had been the practical one. “You’re literally playing 35 minutes a night and want to adopt a toddler with fur,” she would remind her anytime her girlfriend brought it up. She kept pushing back, saying let’s get through your rookie season first, and let’s wait until we live together full-time, and let’s find a place with a yard, and now, let’s wait until after unrivaled, like the excuses were on a loop and she was cycling through them alphabetically.

But Paige was done with the excuses. Because by now? They’d checked off every box Azzi had ever put on the list. They were living together in a beautiful new home—one Paige bought the minute Azzi got drafted to the Wings. It had a fenced-in backyard, ready for a four-legged friend to play fetch. They’d finished a full season, even made it to the second round of the playoffs. What was left to wait for?

Paige’s birthday was three days away, and all she wanted was a puppy. A small, squishable, fully hypoallergenic, wiggly little guy to love.

But Azzi said, “I think we need to agree on a name first.”

And that was the last straw for Paige. Because what the hell does that even mean? Who says no to a puppy because of a NAME? You don’t name the baby before you meet the baby. Paige was sure of it now. This wasn’t about the name. This was about Azzi stalling. Again. And she wasn’t sure why she was being so difficult about the whole thing.

So Paige got petty. She knew that she was being a bit of a brat, but she couldn’t help it. She said something stupid about Azzi being a fun sponge who hated joy. Azzi snapped back something low about being too impulsive. 

Paige flinched. Azzi shut down. 

And just like that, the living room was quiet in that very loud way where two people are trying very hard not to cry or punch a wall.

On day two of the Cold War, Paige was pretending to watch TV, but mostly she was glaring at the wall in silent protest. Azzi had gone on three separate jogs in 24 hours, which was basically a code red. Their friends had started texting both of them—you good?—after they bailed on plans and sent back matching yeah all good just tired texts. Which, obviously, meant no one was good and everyone was lying.

Paige was so close to going online and picking out a dog herself—name, breed, everything, damn the consequences. But the truth was, she didn’t want to do it without Azzi. Even if she was still pissed, even if the fight still sat like a bruise in her chest, she didn’t want their first pet to be born out of spite. That wasn’t how she wanted to remember it.

What Paige didn’t know was that Azzi had already made an appointment at a golden doodle shelter with a brand-new litter. She’d been planning the whole surprise for Paige’s birthday… but, of course, she had to go and ruin it by being her usual stubborn, infuriating self.

Azzi just had to hold out a little longer—even if every part of her wanted to blow the whole surprise just to make pouty Paigey go away. The plan was set. Appointment booked. Puppy basically gift-wrapped and ready to waddle straight into Paige’s arms.

The problem was that Paige was still mad. Not in a dramatic, storming-off kind of way—just the slow-burn, emotionally chilly version, where she said, “I’m fine,” as if it were a threat.

And Azzi was starting to worry that Paige might be too mad to leave the house on her birthday.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

So the next morning, Azzi got bold. No more passive-aggressive standoffs. No more stewing in separate rooms.

She knew her girlfriend. She knew how to break that pout wide open. She knew what buttons to push, which switches to flip, and—when it really mattered—how to short-circuit every last one of Paige’s defenses.

And if that meant syrup, seduction, and a little birthday sin? So be it.

She woke up early.

She had decided to make pancakes from scratch. The real kind, not the mix. She even added chocolate chips, because Paige said it tasted like “love.” She was already cooking in the kitchen by the time Paige shuffled out of the bedroom mid-yawn, hair a mess, still in her pajamas, and stopped dead in her tracks just past the hallway.

Azzi didn’t turn at first. She stood at the stove like she had all the time in the world, flipping a pancake with infuriating grace—as if she weren’t perfectly aware of how exposed she was. Every shift of her shoulders made the muscles of her back flex and roll, a slow, casual display that was anything but accidental.

“Morning,” she said, voice lazy, unhurried. Like two days of cold silence hadn’t happened. Like she wasn’t deliberately standing there naked, knowing Paige’s eyes would betray her.

Paige swallowed hard. “What… what are you doing?”

Azzi tilted her head, hair falling over one shoulder, the smallest smirk tugging her lips. “Making breakfast.”

“…Like that?”

“Like what?”

“You’re not wearing any clothes.”

“It’s hot in here,” Azzi said, completely flat, though the subtle curl at the edge of her mouth betrayed her. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Paige folded her arms tight across her chest, trying not to stare, trying not to break. Azzi was cheating, weaponizing every line of her body. “I’m still not talking to you,” Paige snapped, but there was no real bite to her words.

That finally got her. Azzi turned just slightly, enough to glance over her shoulder—and Paige’s pulse spiked.

She was naked, bare skin against cool granite, completely unbothered, casually flipping a pancake with one hand like this was a fully clothed, emotionally neutral morning.

Because of course she’d do that. What a menace. Paige stared, heart thudding, and thought, Yep. That’s it. I’m done. There go my last three brain cells.

Her defenses didn’t just crack—they evaporated.

She swallowed hard, tried to act normal, failed spectacularly. Her singular thought was interrupted by Azzi’s voice.

“Then don’t talk,” Azzi murmured, eyes locking on hers. “It’s your birthday. Just sit while I finish cooking breakfast.”

The words hit harder than Paige expected. Her chest tightened, her throat catching. She forgot what day it was. 

She nodded, barely.

Then, slowly, she moved to one of the kitchen stools and sat down—quiet, blinking, hands folded in her lap like she didn’t know what else to do with them.

And Azzi just… kept cooking.

Completely naked. Calm. Focused. She moved around the kitchen like nothing had happened—like she hadn’t just knocked the wind out of Paige with a few soft words and a spatula. Hair still messy from sleep, pulled up in a high bun with curls framing her face, she was totally at ease, flipping pancakes as if it were just any other morning.

Paige tried to look away. She really did. But her eyes kept drifting back—tracking every curve, every flex, every unbothered little movement. It wasn’t even about sex. It was something better. Something softer.

She was making breakfast for her because it was her birthday. And because—despite the argument—they still loved each other like it was automatic.

She needed to do something—anything—before she melted right off the stool.

So she stood and stepped forward, reaching for the plate Azzi had just finished putting together, trying to play it cool. But Azzi pulled it back just an inch, teasing. Their bodies nearly touched, warmth sparking between them. Paige froze, caught in the trap, and Azzi’s smirk deepened, softening at the edges.

Paige didn’t reach again.

Instead, she leaned in—slow, cautious—and wrapped her arms around Azzi’s waist. Her cheek pressed to bare skin, and for a moment she just stood there, breathing her in.

“I don’t want to fight, okay?” she asked quietly, holding the plate just out of reach. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Paige’s resolve cracked, the pout she’d been clinging to slipping fast. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Azzi was impossible to fight like this.

“Thanks, babe. I’m sorry for being so pushy.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too.”

“Let’s just press pause on the whole dog thing. Wanna enjoy today with you.”

Azzi replied, “Sounds good to me.” She gave Paige kisses along her cheek, jawline, and neck before stepping out of the embrace to finish cooking. 

Paige held the plate herself now, but she wasn’t looking at it anymore. Her eyes dragged down Azzi’s body, unapologetic now, following the smooth slope of her shoulders, the subtle definition of her abs, the curve of her perky breasts, and the way every movement seemed engineered to make Paige ache. Heat coiled low in her stomach, sharp and unrelenting.

Azzi finished making her own plate before setting it aside on the counter. She closed the gap between them. She moved as if she were still cooking, still in control, but her hand slid along Paige’s wrist, coaxing her to set the plate she had been holding onto down. Azzi’s fingers lingered, deliberate, tracing the sensitive inside of her arm before gliding lower.

Paige shivered, her jaw clenched tight to hide the reaction. Azzi leaned in, lips brushing her ear, breath hot enough to make Paige’s knees wobble.

“So tell me,” Azzi murmured, wicked amusement threading through her voice, “do you want pancakes first… or me?”

Paige’s throat worked, the answer punching out before her brain could catch it. “Both,” she whispered, raw and needy.

Azzi’s laugh was low and dangerous, the kind that promised trouble. “Greedy girl.” She didn’t sound disapproving. If anything, she sounded thrilled.

Before Paige could blink, Azzi had the syrup bottle in hand, her gaze locked like she was daring Paige to stop her. She tilted it slowly, letting a glossy amber line trail down the curve of her chest, dripping across her hardened nipples and down the dip of her stomach. Paige’s eyes went wide, breath catching.

“Ready for a taste,” Azzi said, voice velvet and sharp all at once.

She licked slow at first, savoring it, dragging her tongue over the swell of Azzi’s breast, circling a nipple until Azzi’s fingers fisted tight in her hair. Paige smiled against her skin, then sucked hard—just to hear her moan.

Azzi’s legs shifted beneath her, thighs parting slightly, the tension in her body spiraling higher with every pass of Paige’s mouth. Syrup was moving lower now, clinging to the ridges of Azzi’s hips, and Paige dropped to her knees on the kitchen tile, sticky and flushed, dragging her tongue down the last of the syrup trail. Then she looked up, eyes dark, lips shining.

“Taste’s so good, ma,” she murmured, voice thick with heat. “Sweet all over.”

Azzi let out a low, broken laugh, her hand already in Paige’s hair, tightening. “Fuck—P. Feels like my birthday.” 

Paige grinned, kissed the inside of her thigh, then licked higher, just enough to make Azzi twitch.

“Nah, you know this is my favorite place to be,” she whispered. “Best birthday gift I could ask for.

Her tongue dragged slow and deliberate, tasting every inch of her, savoring every soft gasp that spilled from Azzi’s mouth.

Azzi moaned, fingers sinking harder into Paige’s hair. “Well, consider this your first present of many today.”

“Yeah?” Paige looked up, lips slick, eyes dark with intent. She let her fingers trail slowly up the inside of Azzi’s thigh, featherlight, maddening. “You want me to make a mess of you right here?” she whispered. “On the kitchen counter? Legs spread, dripping for me—syrup, spit, all of it?”

Azzi bit her bottom lip, hard.

Paige leaned in closer, her mouth brushing just shy of where Azzi was wet and waiting.

“Fuck yes,” Azzi breathed. “Do it. I’m yours. Fucking eat.”

She stood suddenly, hands gripping Azzi’s thighs, and with one smooth, determined motion, lifted her up and onto the kitchen counter. Azzi let out a breathy gasp, heels knocking lightly against the cabinet doors as Paige stepped in between her legs.

“Spread,” Paige said, voice low, steady. Azzi obeyed without a word, hands braced behind her, thighs parting wide as the cool granite met her bare skin. The contrast made her shiver—cold countertop, warm air, Paige’s hot breath ghosting over where she needed her most.

“Jesus,” Paige groaned, almost to herself. “You’re so fucking perfect like this.”

Then, she dropped to her knees again, her hands sliding up Azzi’s calves, then gripping just above her knees. She looked up, lips parted, eyes locked in—hungry.

Then she leaned in.

Tongue first—slow, deliberate, licking through the slick mess between Azzi’s legs like she had all the time in the world. Her lips closed around her clit in a slow suck, then she did it again, rougher this time, more pressure, her rhythm precise and merciless. Azzi gasped, back arching, one hand flying forward to clutch at Paige’s hair.

Paige moaned into her, the vibration shooting straight through Azzi’s core.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Paige rasped. “Been thinking about this all morning, haven’t you?”

Azzi nodded, breathless, hips rolling forward. “Fuck—yes. Don’t stop.”

Paige pulled back just enough to speak, her mouth slick, her voice a low growl. “Say please.”

Azzi’s fingers tightened in her hair, her voice catching. “Please.”

Paige smirked, licking a slow stripe up the inside of her thigh before meeting her eyes. “Good girl.” And then her mouth was already back on her. One hand slid up, fingers digging into Azzi’s hip to anchor her, hold her still. The other drifted higher, thumb circling, adding just enough pressure to make Azzi cry out.

Every sound Azzi made just spurred her on—each gasp, each broken curse, each helpless moan echoing off the tile. Paige kept going, deeper, messier, fucking her with her mouth like she had something to prove.

Azzi was shaking now, head tipped back, thighs trembling around Paige’s shoulders. Her orgasm hit fast and hard—hips jerking, breath catching, voice cracking on Paige’s name like a prayer.

But Paige didn’t stop.

She didn’t even slow down.

Because it was her birthday. And Azzi? Azzi was the gift that kept on giving.

She kissed her way back up Azzi’s stomach, chasing the last streaks of syrup like a woman starved, until Azzi caught her under the chin and pulled her up into a kiss that was all tongue, all hunger, no patience.

“Jesus,” Azzi breathed against her mouth, tasting herself on Paige’s lips. “Remind me to cook for you naked more often.”

Paige huffed. “You’ll win every fight then.”

“Exactly,” she murmured, nuzzling into Paige’s shoulder. “Now you get your pancakes.”

Paige laughed, breath still catching in her throat. “After all that? You think I have the strength to chew?”

“You’re gonna eat every bite,” Azzi said, kissing her collarbone. “Birthday rules.”

They moved slowly, giggly and clumsy, stealing kisses as they moved to the dining table. Azzi reheated the pancakes on the skillet, humming off-key, still wearing nothing but a few smudges of syrup and the world’s most satisfied smile.

Paige sat in one of the chairs watching her. Her heart was full—still pounding, still wild—but soft around the edges now. That golden, quiet heat after the fire.

When Azzi set the plate down in front of her—towering, buttery, drowned in syrup—Paige moaned dramatically.

“Oh my God. I love you.”

Azzi smirked, sitting down beside her. “I know.”

They dug in, sharing bites, licking syrup off each other’s fingers, occasionally feeding each other strawberries just for the excuse to kiss again. The morning had tipped into afternoon, and neither of them cared. This was exactly where Paige wanted to be. 

Then Azzi leaned back in her chair, fork dangling, and gave her a suspiciously casual look.

“So,” she said. “What do you say we go for a little drive?”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “A drive?”

“Just a quick one. Twenty minutes, tops.”

“Where you wanna go, ma?”

Azzi smiled too wide. “It’s a surprise.”

They finished breakfast, Paige still questioning her but too content to press, and within the hour they were in the car—windows down, music low, Paige driving them to an unknown location, only getting directions from Azzi on where to turn next.

She didn’t realize where they were going until they pulled into the gravel lot.

Her eyes went wide.

“Azzi… is this—?”

“Yup,” Azzi said, cutting the engine. “Animal rescue shelter. And yes, before you ask—I already talked to them. They’re expecting us.”

Paige turned to her, mouth open. “You’re kidding.”

Azzi reached into her purse and pulled out a little collar—lavender purple with a tiny golden tag that read Birthday Girl’s Pup.

“I’ve had this planned for months,” Azzi said, suddenly a little shy. “I was just trying to keep it a surprise.”

Paige blinked hard. “Well, now I feel like a dick.”

“Don’t, baby—it’s okay. I know you’ve been patiently or not so patiently… waiting for me to be on board. And I have been, I just wanted to surprise you.”

Paige’s eyes went glassy. “I’m gonna cry.”

Azzi leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, soft and lingering. “You’re allowed. But let’s go meet your birthday girl first.”

The bell above the shelter door jingled as they stepped inside, hand in hand, Paige clutching the little lavender collar like it might disappear if she let go. The woman at the front desk smiled knowingly the second she saw them.

“You must be Paige and Azzi. Come on back—he’s waiting for you.”

Paige made a broken noise. Azzi squeezed her hand tighter.

They followed her into a side room, quieter than the rest of the shelter, with a handful of gated pens set up on padded flooring. And there—center pen, already at the gate—was him.

Golden curls. Big brown eyes. Floppy ears. His tail was a blur, wagging so hard his whole back end was dancing. And when he saw them, he let out a tiny bark and threw his whole little body against the gate like he’d just spotted his people.

Paige dropped to her knees.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “That’s him. That’s our son.”

Azzi chuckled, undoing the latch. “Go ahead. He’s yours.”

The moment the gate opened, the puppy barrelled straight into Paige’s lap and immediately started licking her face like he’d been waiting weeks to do it. Paige laughed and cried at the same time, cradling his wiggling, squirming body against her chest.

“He’s perfect,” she whispered. “Az, you’re perfect.”

The puppy gave one happy yip and then, true to form, immediately tried to eat Paige’s hoodie string. The shelter worker smiled and handed Azzi a clipboard. “We’ll just need a few signatures. And you can take him home today.”

Paige turned, eyes wide. “Today-today?”

Azzi nodded. “You think I’d bring you here just to look? He’s coming home with us. He’s already yours.”

Paige threw herself into Azzi’s arms again, nearly squashing the dog between them. “I love you so much, baby.”

Azzi kissed her temple. “I love you too, P. Happy birthday.”

The puppy barked again, just to make sure he was included in the moment, and then flopped dramatically across both of their laps.

Paige stared down at him. “Okay, now we have to name him. Something good. Something iconic.”

Azzi smirked. “Don’t even try to pretend like you don’t already have a name in mind.”

Paige looked down at the puppy, a smile forming knowingly.

“I was thinking… Kai.”

Azzi looked at the puppy, who had now wrapped his paws around Paige’s wrist and was attempting to nibble her sleeve like it owed him money.

“Kai it is.”

The puppy let out a proud bark, like he agreed.

[teamfueckers]

The Bet

paige x azzi

a/n: It's been a bit and it'll probably be a while before I drop another one, but I had a bit of free time and loved this one shot request/idea of Paige losing a bet and having to wear a vibrator out in public.

warnings: smut, mdni, vibrator use, public teasing (consensual)

wc: 2.6k +

They were on day four of what Paige would now consider the dumbest bet she’d ever agreed to. She was mildly annoyed by day two, but she was entirely over it at this point.

“Az, this bet is so fucking stupid.” 

“I didn’t think we were being serious.”

“Look, we didn’t even shake on it so it doesn’t count, right?” 

Azzi smiled, unbothered, and rolled her eyes. It only made Paige more dramatic.

“Come on, Azzi, are you for real? If you really loved me, you wouldn’t put me through this.” “This is actually kinda messed up when you think about it.”

Paige wasn’t even sure why she’d agreed to this. It felt like actual torture now. But she  knew that it was partly her own fault. Her ego, her mouth, that damn look Azzi gave her. 

Still, it wasn’t just Paige’s overconfidence that got her here, but she didn’t need to know that as far as Azzi was concerned.

It started earlier in the week. Paige was sprawled on her bed scrolling through Instagram. Azzi walked in without knocking, like always and Paige barely looked up. She flicked her eyes over, gave a lazy nod, and went right back to her phone.

Which was exactly what Azzi had expected.

Then she said it.

“Hi, baby.”

She made sure her tone was sweet, soft, and way too innocent. It was the kind of tone that never meant just hi.

Paige’s head snapped up like she’d been hit.

The phone went flying onto the nightstand like it burned her hand. She turned toward her girlfriend with a grin already forming.

“Hey, mama. What’s up?”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. Paige’s expression was obvious with want written all over it and that was exactly what Azzi was counting on.

The thing is, Azzi wasn’t there for a casual visit. She’d been planning this for weeks. It all started with some random Instagram ad — one of those oddly specific ones that made you wonder if your phone was listening. She scrolled past it at first, not registering it, but then she paused, swiping back to look at it again. 

The idea started forming before she even clicked the link. 

Azzi knew how to get in Paige’s head. Not manipulate her, exactly, she liked pushing Paige’s limits, reminding her who really held control when she wanted to. She wasn’t walking into her girlfriend’s room that day. 

She was setting the whole thing in motion.

She tucked the box behind her back, walking in with that smile — the one that always got her what she wanted.

“Just came to say hi,” she said with a voice syrup and innocence.

Paige patted the bed beside her. “Then come say hi a little closer.”

Azzi sat down, close but not close enough, choosing to leave a frustrating sliver of space. She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before skillfully setting the box she’d been hiding behind her back next to her so it was still out of Paige’s view. She pulled out her phone nonchalantly.

Paige frowned. “What are you doing, baby?”

“Showing you some TikToks.”

“Why are you sitting all the way over there?” Paige tugged lightly at Azzi’s shirt. “Come over here.”

Azzi shifted a little so their shoulders touched. Paige’s arm went around her without thinking, pulled her in closer, lips brushing her neck clearly trying to change the vibe.

But Azzi kept her eyes on her phone and nudged Paige with her elbow, letting her know she was actually trying to show her something. It was some random video neither of them would remember later — but the video wasn’t the point. The point was that Azzi knew exactly how Paige would react.

Three… Two... One…

Paige groaned. “Bro, I’m not trying to look at TikToks right now.”

“Paige, you’re always on your phone. Let me show you a few.”

“You deadass?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God,” Paige sighed, already caving. “These better be good.”

Thirty minutes later, Paige was barely holding it together. Azzi’s laugh, her perfume, her thigh pressed against hers — it was all too much, and Paige’s patience was gone.

“Baby, please… no more videos.”

“You do this to me all the time,” Azzi teased.

“Not true.” “Don’t even.” “But not when we could be doing other things…”

Azzi’s eyes flicked up, sharp and amused. “You can’t be serious.”

“Bro, what?” Paige’s jaw dropped.

“Paige, you’re always on your phone. And the one time I want to show you something, you’re being a brat about it.”

“Can you blame me?” Paige grinned, eyes dragging over her. “You walk in looking like that and expect me to focus?”

Azzi smirked. “Thanks, babe.” Then, without missing a beat: “But don’t get sidetracked. You’re the one addicted to social media, not me.”

“Azzi. Please. That’s cap.”

“Is it?”

“Bro, yes.”

“Alright, prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That you can stay off social media longer than I can.”

Paige let out a short laugh. “That’ll be so easy.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You’re so cocky, it’s unreal.”

Paige shrugged. “You love it.”

Azzi smirked. “Then you won’t mind if we turn it into a bet…”

She kept her voice light and casual, as if she hadn’t been planning this exact moment all week and wasn’t already three steps ahead.

Paige’s grin turned slow, dangerous. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“Funny you should ask…”

Azzi finally brought the box out from behind her back. She tossed it across the bed, and Paige caught it midair.

“What’s this?” Paige asked, suspicious.

Azzi leaned back on her hands with an unreadable expression. “Open it.”

Paige stared at the box, then at her girlfriend, then back again. Whatever this was, she already knew she was in trouble. She opened it to find a small purple vibrator with a matching colored remote.

Her mouth fell open. Speechless. 

Azzi looked so proud of herself. “Loser wears it out. Winner controls it. Simple rules.”

“You’re insane.” “Scared?” Paige snorted. “Please. You’ll crack first.”

That was day one. Today, the fourth day, Paige cracked.

It wasn’t dramatic, even though Paige had been loud about it all day. It was a quick moment at the kitchen counter. She had her phone in hand and her thumb hovered over Instagram. Her muscle memory betrayed her. 

Azzi didn’t even look surprised when Paige confessed.  “Perfect. I already have the night picked out.”

************

The night Azzi picked wasn’t anything special, which honestly made it worse.

It was a team movie night. With blankets everywhere, popcorn bowls balanced on knees, the TV casting soft light over everyone slouched on the couch and floor, it was totally normal… for everyone else except Paige.

Because Paige had a vibrator inside her. 

One Azzi had slipped in earlier with a kiss and a smirk before heading over to join the team. 

Azzi made her way over to her spot next to Paige and leaned in, her breath warm against Paige’s ear. “This is gonna be fun,” she murmured.

Paige shot her a look sharp enough to cut glass. Azzi smiled innocently and turned her attention to the screen like she wasn’t about to torture Paige for the next hour or so.

For a while, Paige tried to ignore it. She laughed when everyone else laughed, reached for popcorn, nodded at whatever someone mumbled about the plot. She was doing okay—until Azzi’s hand slipped into her pocket for the remote.

A low hum kicked on inside her and Paige saw god for a second. Her jaw tightened so hard it might’ve cracked. She didn’t move, she couldn’t, not with a whole team around her and a goddamn vibrator buzzing where no vibrator should be buzzing during group activities.

Her eyes snapped to Azzi, who seemed completely unbothered. 

The vibrator wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the movie, but Paige felt every second of it. The vibrator pulsed gently, then stopped. Another tap. A little stronger this time. It was never enough to push her over, not even close, but it kept her hanging there with a clouded mind and every nerve on high alert.

She shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure building in her core, but the motion only made it worse. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to nod along to some stupid comment from a teammate.

Azzi hadn’t looked at her once since the movie started, and when Paige finally stole a glance, she immediately regretted it — another tap.

Paige drew a breath, sharp and shaky, forcing her gaze on the screen. She tried to stay still, be normal, but she couldn’t. Not with the way her body was wound tight, not with everyone sitting there clueless while she — 

She crossed and uncrossed her legs, shifting, desperate. Nothing helped.

Another tap, even stronger this time. 

Paige leaned in and muttered under her breath, “You're evil.”

Azzi didn’t answer. Instead, she tapped the button again, eyes on the screen.

That was it.

Paige stood up fast enough to jostle the couch. A couple heads turned, but she was already brushing them off with a stiff smile.

“Bathroom,” she mumbled. “Back in a sec.”

Except she didn’t go to the bathroom. She grabbed Azzi’s wrist and pulled her up with her, voice low enough that only Azzi could hear, “You’ve got ten seconds to get to my room before I lose my fucking mind.”

Azzi laughed under her breath and followed without a word.

The second the door clicked shut, Paige was on her. Her hands were on Azzi’s hips, pulling her in, mouth crashing against hers with all the hunger she'd been holding back for the last hour and a half. 

She pushed Azzi until her back hit the wall with a soft thud. She wanted to take her time, really — tease, kiss slow, make it last — but the vibrator still going inside her made that impossible. She was too turned on to think straight. 

Paige broke the kiss, breath hitching as she shook her head, trying to get her focus back. Her eyes were half-lidded, heavy with want.

Azzi could tell Paige was fucked up. She tilted her head a little, lips brushing Paige’s ear as she said, “Somebody’s desperate.”

Paige’s answering grin was breathless. “Shut up.”

Azzi slipped her hands under Paige’s shirt, dragging her fingertips slow enough to make her shiver. “Make me.”

Paige did exactly what Azzi told her to and covered her mouth with her own. The kiss was slower this time, deeper. Her tongue slid over Azzi’s lips, and Azzi met her halfway. They stayed like that for a while before Paige used her teeth to catch on Azzi’s bottom lip before she sucked it in and bit, enough to pull a sound out of her girlfriend.  

The sound hit her right in the center, and whatever patience she had left snapped.

Paige’s hand slid up Azzi’s side and found her throat, fingers curling around the front of it as she gave a slow, steady squeeze. Not too hard, but enough to make Azzi’s breath catch.

Her other hand was already on the move, dragging down her back and settling on her ass. She squeezed once — firm, possessive — then did it again, rougher this time. The feel of her, warm and full under her hand, made Paige groan into her mouth before she could stop herself.

She’d been on edge for hours. She could’ve given in right then, easy — but that wasn’t how this worked. Azzi came first. Always.

Paige kissed down Azzi’s jaw, slow and steady, her mouth warm and open against her neck. Azzi grabbed for the wall with one hand, the other clutching Paige’s bicep, fingers digging in hard. Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut.

She’s being so fucking sweet about this, Azzi thought. After everything — after teasing her all night and being a menace — Paige was still like this. 

Then Paige dropped to her knees, mouthing along Azzi’s thighs, taking her time. Her hands dragged up behind her mouth, tracing her path, until she hit the hem of her shorts — and then kept going, grabbing Azzi’s ass again, pulling her hips forward into her face.

Azzi laughed, breathless. “Jesus,” she muttered, trying to keep her balance. One hand went into Paige’s hair, the other steadying herself again on the wall.

Then Paige kissed her right over her shorts and looked up at her like she was something holy. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, breathing hard. The vibrator was still going inside her, and Azzi could see it was wrecking her. 

Still, she didn’t move for herself. 

Paige hooked her fingers into the waistband of Azzi’s shorts and yanked them down to get access. The second the fabric peeled back, the heat hit her — wet and warm and so fucking inviting. Her mouth was on Azzi immediately, tongue dragging up through her slick with a low, filthy moan. The sound tore out of her, hot and needy. 

Azzi let her head thump back against the wall, hips already rolling forward. Paige didn’t fight it. She let her grind into her face, one hand clutching Azzi’s thigh while the other fumbled for the remote on the floor.

She cranked it to the highest setting.

The vibrator inside her kicked up hard. Paige gasped at the change of intensity. Her mouth opened right against Azzi’s pussy, but she didn’t pull back or pause. She let out a low, wrecked moan that hit Azzi’s core like a fucking earthquake.

Azzi whimpered and yanked Paige’s hair, to drag her closer. 

“Fuck — ” Azzi gasped, voice wrecked “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

Not that Paige could’ve if she wanted to. Her whole body was shaking, thighs clamped tight, chasing her own high with her face still buried between Azzi’s legs. 

Azzi started grinding harder. 

Paige fucking loved it — loved being ridden, used, loved the way Azzi took control without saying a word. Her mouth stayed open, tongue messy and eager, licking up everything Azzi gave her.

“Fuck, baby,” she gasped between licks, voice wrecked. “Keep going. Use me. Just like that.”

And then she pushed her tongue in, as deep as she could go, and Azzi whined as her hips jerked forward. She kept fucking her with her tongue — pushing in, then pulling back to suck on her clit before sliding back in again. 

Between breaths, she mumbled, “You taste so fucking good.” 

She curled her tongue inside her trying to reach every slick inch while her nose pressed against Azzi’s clit. 

Paige was dripping, shaking, ready to come herself, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when she could tell how close Azzi was. 

Azzi confirmed Paige’s thought with a “Baby, so close.” 

Their moans started to sync up, and they got louder and faster. 

Azzi was whining now, her voice breaking as she began to beg without meaning to, whispering, “Please, P.” again and again.

Paige was so close. Azzi could feel it in the way her fingers dug into her thigh, the way her body trembled, the way her eyes screwed shut trying to hang on, trying not to come before Azzi did.

Azzi’s grip tightened in Paige’s hair, her head dropped forward, a broken, aching sound ripping out of her chest just as Paige’s whole body jerked, a cry muffled into Azzi’s cunt.

They came together.

For a second, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. 

Paige stayed on her knees, head pressed into Azzi’s stomach now, arms wrapped tight around her hips holding herself up.

Azzi ran her fingers through her hair, not saying a word. Because she didn’t need to.

Paige breathed, eyes closed, trying to come back down to earth.

They were so fucking in love, it hurt.

[teamfueckers]

Birthday Girl

a/n: Just a lil birthday fic that an anon requested to celebrate Ken’s @33lol birthday last week 🤭 also, she made the graphic and it's perfect 🥹🥹

wc: 4.3k+

warnings: fluff and then lots of smut, MDNI

After spending last year’s birthdays apart thanks to scheduling conflicts, Paige was determined to make Azzi’s count. She’d spent months turning over ideas, refusing to settle for a simple dinner reservation. This year wasn’t about a night out. It was about a full day of making the person who meant everything to her feel special.

The morning began with them tangled together, Azzi’s face tucked into Paige’s neck while her leg rested over Paige’s waist and her arm lay across her chest. Paige woke to the gentle buzz of her phone letting her know the breakfast she’d ordered the night before was arriving right on time.

Paige made note of how long they had until food would arrive and then looked back at Azzi who was still asleep and breathing slowly and steadily. She smiled and stayed perfectly still, fingers moving gently along Azzi’s back, letting the quiet stretch between them. She wanted to wake her slowly, the way Azzi liked, giving her time to come back to herself and drift toward her again, unhurried and wrapped in the quiet of the morning.

Eventually, Azzi shifted, her nose brushing against Paige’s collarbone.

“Why are you smiling like that, baby?” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Paige smiled down at her. “’Cause it’s your birthday, baby.” She leaned in then, slow and unhurried, kissing Azzi softly on the lips before pulling back to murmur, “Happy birthday, Az.”

Azzi smiled against her lips, eyes still half closed as she chased the kiss for a second longer. “Mm, happy birthday to me,” she murmured, her thumb brushing along Paige’s jaw. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.” She tucked herself closer, pressing her forehead to Paige’s. “Spending it with you makes it perfect.”

Paige laughed softly and pressed a lingering kiss to Azzi’s lips before slowly pulling away and untangling herself. “I’ll be right back, baby,” she whispered.

Azzi groaned in protest but smiled, tugging the blankets up as she watched Paige disappear down the hall. From the bedroom, she could hear the quiet rustle of bags and the clink of cups, Paige moving around with purpose.

When Paige came back, she was holding the tray with both hands, careful as she set it down between them. “Okay,” she said, clearly pleased with herself. “Birthday breakfast.”

Azzi pushed herself up, eyes scanning everything before landing on her plate. A fluffy omelette filled with vegetables and avocado sat neatly beside a slice of toast, looking very on brand for her. Next to it was a matcha latte, pale green and foamy.

“For you,” Paige said, nudging the mug closer.

Azzi smiled. “You know me too well.”

Paige’s waffles sat on the other side of the tray, stacked high and drowning in strawberries and Nutella. Azzi eyed them for a second, then reached over and stole a bite without asking.

“Hey,” Paige laughed.

“You knew this was going to happen,” Azzi said, already chewing, unapologetic. “Yours always tastes better.”

Paige shook her head, amused, and cut another piece of waffle, holding it out to her. “At least pretend you want your healthy breakfast.”

Azzi leaned in and took the bite from Paige’s fork, smiling around it before pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “I do. I just want yours too.”

They settled back against the pillows, sharing food and stealing bites. Paige made sure they never fully untangled whether it was keeping an arm around Azzi’s shoulders or having their legs brush, toes finding each other under the blankets. She knew Azzi needed the closeness, the quiet reassurance of being held, and she gave it freely without thinking twice. Between soft laughter, lazy kisses, and constant little points of contact, it felt like exactly the kind of start Azzi wanted, warm and full and spent right there with Paige.

The rest of the day unfolded exactly the way Paige had planned it, every moment tailored to Azzi. They started at the bookstore, where Paige let Azzi wander as long as she wanted, arms filled with books she tried to put back until Paige insisted on buying anything that caught her eye. 

She paid — of course she did —  then waited until they were back in the car to pull out a surprise. The custom bookmark made Azzi roll her eyes on instinct. It was a full-on fan bookmark, Paige’s face printed across it alongside photos from her basketball highlights, dramatic and completely unnecessary. The smile that followed gave her away anyway, soft and a little helpless. She kept turning it over in her hand. 

Lunch turned into hours once Paige revealed she’d rented out an entire restaurant-bar-arcade. They went head to head on every game in the place, laughing and trash-talking until their sides hurt. Paige became determined in the most endearing way at the claw machine, feeding it far too much money until she finally won Azzi a stuffed animal — a walrus or seal — she wasn’t totally sure, but she was excited to add it to her growing collection of prizes Paige won for her.

In the evening, after returning home to get all dressed up, Paige took Azzi out and led her to a private rooftop bar. The surprise waiting there hit Azzi all at once. Friends, family, familiar faces she hadn’t seen in too long, all gathered for her. The joy of it swelled in her chest, warm and overwhelming, and it all came back to Paige. 

As the night wore on, Paige’s touch became more intentional. Her hand lingered longer at the small of Azzi’s back before sliding to her waist, fingers curling to make the message clear. When Azzi leaned in to hear someone speak, Paige’s palm set firmly at her hip, thumb pressing slow, possessive circles like she was reminding her exactly who she belonged to when this was all over. 

Every brush felt deliberate now. Azzi lost track of conversations, forgot who was standing nearby, felt her breath catch every time Paige passed behind her. As the party began to thin, Paige wasn’t hiding it anymore. She pressed in behind her making it clear that waiting was becoming a challenge she didn’t plan on handling gently for much longer.

The moment the door closed behind them, the noise of the night finally dropped away. Paige didn’t rush anything. She stayed close, hands settling at Azzi’s waist, holding her to give them both a second to breathe. After hours of talking and moving and being “on,” it felt good to pause — no expectations or need to hurry. “Happy birthday, Az,” Paige murmured, her voice low and close.

Azzi couldn’t find the words, her thoughts already somewhere warmer. She answered with a slow smile and a soft kiss to Paige’s lips. Paige kissed her back and they settled into each other. Their mouths moved and familiarity soon gave way to the heat building as their mouths moved together, tongues brushing and then pressing closer, breaths starting to lose their rhythm. 

Paige’s thumbs pressed in a little firmer before sliding slowly up Azzi’s sides, grazing right beneath her chest. She pulled away from Azzi’s lips, but only to let her mouth find Azzi’s neck instead. Her kisses trailed lower, soft at first, before she caught Azzi’s collarbone gently between her teeth. Paige hovered there, mouth warm and unrelenting, sucking long enough to make sure it would leave its mark. Azzi breathed out, “Paige,” her voice catching at the end as Paige traced her way back up her neck, lips lingering before catching gently at her earlobe. Her hands followed too, settling on her breasts with intention, holding her steady as her thumbs started rubbing over her nipples through her dress in slow circles, making Azzi’s breath stutter again as she leaned into it.

Paige smiled against her skin. She drew back to meet Azzi’s eyes, her hands still moving over her chest. Then she pinched and pulled at Azzi’s nipples as a way of signaling to move from the doorway. 

Paige guided her down the hallway to their bedroom with fingers laced together. She didn’t rush Azzi onto the bed. She took her hand and led her in front of the floor-length mirror instead. Their reflections pressed together, her hands finding Azzi’s sides as she met her gaze through the glass.

“God you’re beautiful,” Paige murmured, voice low and sincere. She pressed a kiss to Azzi’s shoulder, then another higher up. “I love you so much. ”

Her hands moved slowly, deliberately finding the zipper at the back of the dress. She paused there for a second, thumbs brushing over Azzi’s skin before easing it down inch by inch. As the dress loosened, Paige let her hands trail along Azzi’s sides, steady and warm, guiding the fabric down her shoulders. She pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, then another just below her ear, murmuring, “It’s your birthday. You deserve to feel adored.”

The dress slipped lower, pooling at Azzi’s feet. In the mirror, Azzi caught the way Paige was looking at her, soft and unguarded, taking her in as if this was the first time she’d seen her like this. She loved when Paige looked at her this way. 

Paige didn’t rush the next moment. She stayed there with her arms wrapped around Azzi holding her for a bit longer.

“You’re so beautiful, mama,” she murmured softly as she stepped around to face her. 

Azzi tilted her head up, already leaning in for a kiss, but Paige slipped away at the last second. Her hands skimmed slowly down Azzi’s sides as she lowered herself, eyes never leaving her face. Paige guided Azzi back a step, her hands firm at her hips. She couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as she watched Paige sink to her knees in front of her, anticipation curling low in her stomach. Paige was moving the thong to the side before her knees hit the ground.

Azzi half expected for Paige to make her wait, to draw it out at the pace she’d been moving at since they came home, but instead she immediately felt a long, slender finger run through her folds in a slow swipe from her entrance to her clit.

“So wet for me already.” Paige thought to herself not realizing she had said it out loud. 

Azzi moaned at the intrusion, her hips twitching as her hand flew to Paige’s shoulder for some kind of stability as the sensation ran through her. 

“So sensitive.” 

Then she felt Paige spread her open and kiss at her most sensitive part. It was gentle in a way that made her knees buckle. And then she stuck her tongue out and gave her clit the softest kitten lick igniting every nerve. 

“Fuck, P.”

The scent of arousal and the taste of Azzi on her tongue erased any restraint Paige had left. She ate Azzi like she was starving, switching between licking the full length of her pussy and sucking on her clit. She never stayed with one rhythm for too long. 

One of Azzi’s hands was anchored on Paige’s shoulder while the other slid into the blonde’s hair, fingers tightening there without thought. Azzi tugged on Paige’s hair harder than she meant, pulling Paige away from her center. She used it as an opportunity to take a quick breath and let the birthday girl know how much she was enjoying herself. 

“You taste so good, babygirl — could eat you all night.”

Azzi whispered, “Feels so good, honey,” her palm warm against Paige’s cheek as her thumb dragged a slow, familiar path along her cheekbone. Paige held her gaze, eyes soft and open, letting Azzi see all the love she carried for her in that quiet moment before leaning into her touch. 

They held each other’s gaze for a moment longer, Azzi’s breath hitching as she took in the sight of her girl on her knees, looking up at her with hooded blue eyes, drunk off her pussy. She bit her lip, unable to look away, watching Paige lean back in and latch onto her clit, never breaking eye contact.

It all became too much at once, she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, a pornographic moan spilling from her before she could stop it.

Then she felt Paige’s tongue shift, sliding toward her entrance before pressing fully into her. Paige groaned at the warmth around her tongue, the sound vibrating low in her chest. She settled into it quickly, drawing back slightly before pushing in again, finding a pace that felt purposeful, controlled, and relentless.

Azzi hadn’t meant to look at the mirror, but the movement pulled her in and refused to let go. She watched herself grind her hips into Paige’s face, watched herself as her hand threaded through her girlfriend’s hair and tugged her closer. The confidence in it, the way she didn’t look away, only made it hotter. 

“God, baby — don’t stop.” Azzi managed to say between moans. 

Paige hummed in acknowledgment, nose pressing into Azzi’s clit letting Azzi grind — no fuck  herself — on Paige’s face. Paige was more than happy to let her even if she couldn’t breath all that well. 

“Shit baby.”  “I’m so close.” 

Paige shook her head in acknowledgement and started moving quicker. Her hands had been firmly planted on Azzi’s ass, but she knew what would get her to her first release of many — she hoped. So Paige moved her hands up Azzi’s sides and further up still to her breasts. She started playing with her nipples. Flicking her thumbs quickly over the hardened buds. 

“Oh, fuck — daddy.” Azzi practically screamed. 

Paige palmed Azzi’s tits, massaging them firmly as her mouth found Azzi’s clit and sucked hard. The pleasure hit her all at once and Azzi came with a broken gasp, her knees nearly giving out beneath her. Paige caught her immediately, arms wrapping around her waist to keep her balanced, holding her close as she kept licking and kissing her through it. 

Once she cleaned her all up, not leaving a drop behind, she kissed a path up Azzi’s body to her lips, letting Azzi taste herself on her lips and tongue. 

“Ready for more, mama.” Paige couldn’t hold back the grin on her face. 

Azzi nodded, already anticipating what Paige had planned. 

Paige took Azzi’s hand and led her toward the bed. She stripped Azzi of her thong and bra, then quickly shed her own clothes in between kisses that never broke the moment. She sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for Azzi to lay across her lap, ass up. The shift in dynamic made Azzi blush, heat creeping up her neck, but the excitement underneath it had her almost giddy.

She complied, crawling into Paige’s lap, her breathing already uneven as her pussy ached with expectation. Paige’s hands stayed on her ass, rubbing and massaging it slowly. Azzi whined, biting her lip at the way her body moved beneath Paige’s touch, the control in it sending a shiver through her.

“I know whatchu need, mama,” Paige murmured possessively. 

Azzi shifted slightly in her lap, breath hitching. “Oh yeah, P?” she asked, the words coming out as more of a challenge than she meant.

Paige’s fingers dug in a little. “Some birthday spankings,” she said, already sounding pleased with herself.

“Fuck — yes, please.”

Paige groaned at her eagerness. “You gonna count for me?” 

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” Paige didn’t hide the satisfaction in her voice. “Guess how many spankings you’re gonna get, birthday girl?”

Azzi barely hesitated. “Twenty-four?”

“That’s right, babygirl,” Paige said softly. 

And then, without warning, she gave Azzi’s ass a sharp smack. Azzi moaned at the impact, the sting blooming where Paige’s hand had landed.

“You gotta count, mama — remember?” Paige reminded her, voice gentle on the surface but edged with a tone that made it clear she didn’t want her to forget again.

“One…”

Paige lifted her hand and smacked her ass again, landing in the same spot. The skin there was already flushed, sensitive under her palm.

“Two…”

Paige repeated the process, each spank coming a little harder as she worked her way closer to the number she had in mind. Azzi could feel herself dripping down her thighs, the mix of ache and need overwhelming in the best way.

“Twenty-three…” Azzi whispered breathlessly, the number barely making it past her lips.

“Last one, Az,” Paige said, giving her a warning before the final spank cracked through the room.

“Oh fuck — twenty-four.” Azzi went lax at once, eyes slipping shut as she tried to pull herself back into her body, breath coming uneven.

Paige’s hand immediately softened, rubbing over Azzi’s ass to soothe the skin. She leaned down, pressing a few gentle kisses to Azzi’s back before shifting her weight. Azzi felt the movement and took the hint, easing herself off Paige’s lap and settling at the edge of the bed, waiting, anticipation coiling low.

Paige stood and leaned back in, lips brushing Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “On your knees, ma.”

The words sent a jolt straight through her. Azzi moved quickly, positioning herself on the bed as instructed. Paige gave her a small wink of approval before turning away and walking to the bedside table. She made quick work of the harness, pushing the vibrating end inside herself and turning it on before looking back at Azzi.

“Why don’t you get daddy’s cock nice and ready, baby?”

Azzi’s mouth started salivating immediately. She leaned forward onto all fours as Paige steadied the base of the strap, letting Azzi take control from there. She started slow, licking the tip first before swirling her tongue around it and taking the purple dildo into her mouth. 

Paige pushed Azzi’s hair out of her face so she could watch. She looked so good like this, sucking on it. Paige swore she could almost feel it like it. Azzi pushed the cock further back, making her gag. 

“Fuck, babygirl. You like sucking on daddy’s cock?” 

Azzi hummed in agreement and started moving quicker. Paige felt the shift on her end that was pushed, vibrating inside her still. 

“Such a good girl for me, Az.” “Look so good like this.” “Fuck — keep going just like that.” Whenever Paige got talkative like this, Azzi knew she was close. Paige loved talking dirty almost as much as Azzi loved hearing it, and the tone of her voice gave her away every time. Azzi could already tell she’d be sore for days after tonight. She started thinking about the strap filling her and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Before her thoughts could linger, Paige started moving her hips slightly, pushing the strap into Azzi’s mouth further. 

Azzi could hear Paige’s groans fill the room. She thought maybe Paige would come just from this — she had before — but Paige had other plans tonight. Azzi felt Paige’s hands settle on her shoulders, guiding her back down onto the bed.

Azzi could feel her pulse throbbing through her pussy as Paige hovered over her. Paige pressed her forehead to Azzi’s, breath close and heavy, before running the tip of the strap through her folds, slow and deliberate. She covered Azzi’s mouth with a kiss, swallowing the groan that was already breaking free.

“Shit, P. I need it.”

“Whatchu need, mama?”

“Need you — please,” she all but cried.

“You gotta be more specific.”

“Need you inside me right now,” she pleaded.

Paige obliged, pushing into Azzi, quick and hard.

“Oh fuck….”

Paige pulled back and pumped in again, a little harder this time. Then she shifted, lifting one of Azzi’s legs and settling her calf over her shoulder to change the angle. Azzi felt it immediately, the difference sharp and overwhelming, swearing the strap was in her stomach. Paige found a steady rhythm there and kept fucking Azzi like that, deep and relentless, holding her right where she wanted her.

“God — you’re so deep.”

Knowing Azzi was getting close already, she slowed down with her next push, letting Azzi feel every inch of the strap.

“Pussy so tight for me.”

“Feels so good, daddy.”

“Good, baby. I’m glad.” She said it with a smirk, a knowing glint in her eye. Azzi barely had time to wonder what the look meant before Paige pulled out of her, and the sudden emptiness tore a whine from her throat before she could stop it.

Her pussy ached to be filled again. 

As if she were reading her mind, Paige reassured her, “Imma get you right, mama. You know that.”

Azzi’s eyes rolled back as she saw stars from the pleasure, the rush hitting her all at once and stealing her breath. Her hands were gripping Paige’s arms, fingers digging in, and she knew she’d left marks from the way she clenched down, body reacting before she could think to stop it.

Paige slapped it again. 

She heard the slick first, a wet, unmistakable sound that made her breath hitch, then felt it splatter warm against her thighs. She knew it was probably a mess down there, and she knew without looking that some of it got on Paige too, the thought sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through her.

“That pussy’s mine, huh Az?”

“Yes, daddy. All yours.” 

Then Paige flipped her onto her knees, pushing her down until her ass was up. She gave Azzi’s ass a hard smack, the sound sharp in the room, before driving into her from behind.

“Fuck… oh fuck — daddy — okay fuck.” 

The pace was overwhelming. She could feel every smack of Paige’s hips against her ass as she bottomed out. Paige’s fingers were gripping her hips with an intensity that would definitely leave bruises to remember in the morning. She was talking filthy too — Azzi couldn’t even make out the words anymore, not over her own moans ringing in her ears as the pressure kept building with every stroke.

Azzi was so lost in it she didn’t hear Paige tell her to hold it. She started driving herself back into Paige’s thrusts instead, meeting her halfway, chasing the feeling without thinking. Paige let her do it a few more times, letting Azzi fuck herself back into her, before finally bending down, pressing close enough to kiss Azzi’s shoulder and whisper something low into her ear.

“Baby, did you hear me?” 

That snapped Azzi out of the haze she’d been drifting in. “Sorry, daddy — shit feels so good,” she breathed, trying to catch herself. “What did you say?”

“I said you gotta hold it until I say so, mama.” 

Azzi nodded, “Okay, daddy.” She loved when Paige made her wait, when she drew it out enough to make her beg for the release she knew was coming.

Paige started thrusting into her again, slow at first before quickly picking up the pace. She grabbed a fistful of Azzi’s hair and tugged, pulling an arch from her back. The bed creaked beneath them with each movement, the room thick with heat and the sound of uneven breathing. Their moans synced unintentionally, ragged and uncontrollable, bodies slick with sweat and sticky from how long they’d been tangled together. 

“You wanna come, Az?” 

“Fuck — please.”

“You can beg better than that, babygirl.” 

“Please.” “Please, daddy.”

“Fuck, please.”

“Wanna come all over your dick.” 

“That’s a good fucking girl.” Paige replied with a smirk. Paige reached around and found Azzi’s clit and started rubbing rough circles while continuing to pump into her fast. The pressure built too quickly, too intensely, until it only took a few more thrusts before Azzi was screaming her girlfriend’s name, voice breaking as it tore out of her. Paige didn’t pull out right away. She stayed there, holding her in place, letting Azzi ride out her high a little longer until her body finally went slack.

When Paige finally pulled out, Azzi flipped onto her back, chest rising and falling as she tried to find her bearings again. The room felt hazy, edges blurred, her head still swimming when she caught sight of Paige removing the harness and strap. She was so far gone that when Paige climbed over her and closed the space between them, sucking one of her nipples into her mouth, Azzi gasped sharply, and she thought she might tip right over the edge all over again.

“I want to feel you, mama.” Paige said tenderly before lining herself up to Azzi and grinding down into her. Paige’s pussy was absolutely dripping and when their lips touched her slick spread and mixed with Azzi’s. 

And then their clits caught and rubbed together in the most perfect way. 

“God, damn.” Paige breathed. “You see what you do to me, Az.”

“Fuck, P. You’re so wet.”Azzi gasped.

Paige smiled at her. “All because of you.”

Azzi whimpered, “Don’t stop — please. I’m gonna come again.”

Paige ground into Azzi harder, not giving her any room to breathe. Azzi clawed at her back, nails dragging, a broken sound slipping out of her throat. The friction built fast and unrelenting, leaving them breathless and shaking, both of them chasing the same moment, refusing to let go until they reached it together. 

Neither of them lasted very long, and they came together — breathless and clinging — with each other’s names falling from their lips. 

Afterward, everything slowed. Paige guided Azzi down with her, pulling her close until there was nothing between them, skin warm against skin. They were tangled together, foreheads touching, trading lazy kisses. Paige traced gentle patterns along Azzi’s back keeping her present while she was thinking about all the birthdays and mornings still ahead.

Azzi moved nearer, tucking herself against Paige, the rise and fall of her breath evening out as the quiet wrapped around them. Paige pressed a kiss to her hair, then her temple, pausing there.

“Did you have a good birthday?” she asked softly.

Azzi smiled against her skin, arms tightening around her just a little.  “The best.”

[teamfueckers]

A fic where Paige wears a strap like out to dinner but azzi doesn’t know until they get there

STRAPPED IN

a/n: trying to manifest a 30 piece from Paige tonight, but after that, pretty much straight filth. I need an outlet while I write slow burn in finding form lol. I combined this request with another one involving a strap. Hope you enjoy it :)

wc: 1.8k+

warnings: smut, minors DNI, NSFW (ironically wrote in the privacy of my office at work 😂)

Paige was feeling herself.

She had every reason to. She didn’t need the media or fans hyping her up — she knew exactly who she was and the kind of player she’d worked her ass off to be. But after dropping 44 on L.A. and another 35 on Seattle earlier this week, she wasn’t exactly trying to be humble about it either.

Add Azzi being back from China after weeks apart, and Paige had every intention of celebrating right.

Hence the reservation at Soy Cowboy. Private booth, tucked in the back — Paige's idea. She’d missed Azzi too much to deal with people tonight. Cameras. Fans. All distractions. She wanted her girl close, and right now they were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the same side of the booth, drinks in hand, grazing on appetizers while they waited for the real food to hit.

Paige finished a beef skewer, then held out her sauce-slick fingers in front of Azzi with zero context.

Azzi blinked at her. “What?”

Paige didn’t say anything. Just raised an eyebrow.

Azzi got the message.

She leaned in, took Paige’s fingers into her mouth, and sucked them clean — slow and steady. Paige groaned, low in her throat. Her eyes fluttered. She was already wired tonight, and Azzi’s mouth on her — even like this — wasn’t helping.

She briefly regretted not just ordering in. But then again, they wouldn’t be here. And Paige wouldn’t get to surprise Azzi with something she knew would drive her a little crazy.

Azzi released her fingers and brought her face towards Paige’s. She nipped at Paige’s earlobe. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.”

Azzi pulled back. “Can we just go home already?”

“Az, we just ordered $200 worth of food.”

Azzi groaned. “That’s your fault.”

“You’re telling me you can’t wait an hour?”

“You know I’m not patient.”

Paige grinned. “Would it help to know I’m already strapped?”

Azzi blinked. Froze. Then her eyes dropped, scanning Paige’s oversized jeans. When she looked back up, her pupils were blown.

Sitting like this, the bulge was visible. Not obvious to anyone else, but Azzi saw it. And more importantly — she felt it when her hand dropped under the table and pressed against Paige’s crotch. The hardness. The shape. The confirmation.

Paige leaned back, smug as hell. “Thought you liked surprises.”

Azzi’s jaw clenched as heat pooled between her legs. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“I just wanted to see you squirm a little.”

Azzi didn’t answer. Instead, she gripped the strap through Paige’s jeans, fingers curling around the outline of it, and gave it a slow, deliberate tug.

The pressure dragged the smaller end of the double strap deeper inside her — snug and already pressed against her walls, the sudden shift made her whole body jerk. Paige gasped, hips jolting forward against the booth as a sharp hiss slipped through her teeth. The toy wasn’t just for show — it was buried inside her, every movement Azzi made from the outside translating directly to heat and friction where she needed it most.

“Fuck,” Paige muttered under her breath, voice tight.

She gave the strap another squeeze, this time slower. Paige’s thighs flexed, her jaw clenched. She was already wet, the base of the strap nudging right where she needed it. Just that little bit of movement had her pulsing.

“Az—fuck—you can’t do that here.”

Azzi smirked. “Sensitive?”

“Don’t start,” Paige warned, but her voice was already shaking.

“Should’ve thought of that before wearing it out.”

“I wore it for you. Don’t be a brat about it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she let go. She knew exactly what Paige was doing — pushing buttons, feeding the fire. It worked. It always worked.

Their entrees came soon after, and the tension simmered just under the surface as they ate. No more antics — not yet — but Azzi’s legs stayed pressed tight together under the table, and Paige’s hand drifted down more than once to adjust the strap inside her jeans.

As soon as they were done eating, Paige threw down her card, tipped heavy, and followed Azzi out like a woman on a mission. The second they got to the car — parked between two massive trucks — Paige grabbed her before she could open the door.

She spun Azzi around and pressed her against the side of the car, hard. Azzi gasped, breath caught in her throat, just as Paige kissed her — deep and filthy, tongue pushing past her lips like she owned her. Their mouths moved in sync, a familiar rhythm, Azzi already melting into it.

Paige’s hands were all over her — down her back, cupping her ass, gripping tight. She lifted Azzi easily, pressing her into the car, Azzi wrapping her legs around Paige’s waist without thinking.

She rolled her hips forward, slow and hard. The strap pressed right up against Azzi’s pussy — only a thin thong and Paige’s jeans between them. The pressure was immediate, direct. Azzi gasped, head tipping back as a loud moan tore out of her throat. She could feel the shape of it, the weight, right against her clit, and her thighs instinctively clenched around Paige’s waist.

“Shh, baby,” Paige whispered, one hand covering her mouth with a grin. She thrust her hips forward again, slower this time, watching Azzi fall apart.

Somewhere in all the friction, Azzi’s thong had shifted, and Paige’s jeans were dragging directly over her soaked center. Azzi whimpered against Paige’s palm, completely gone already.

They would’ve kept going if it weren’t for the sharp beep of a car locking nearby.

Paige froze. They both did.

Breathing heavy. Jeans damp. Heart racing.

Reluctantly, Paige set her down and fixed her pants. Azzi adjusted her dress. When Paige glanced down to adjust the strap, she saw a dark patch on her jeans.

“Damn, Az. You’re dripping.”

“We need to get home,” Azzi said, dead serious.

“No arguments here,” Paige muttered, opening the door for her.

They didn’t even make it ten minutes into the thirty-minute drive before Azzi decided to be a menace.

Again.

Her hand went right back to Paige’s crotch, stroking the strap through her jeans. Paige tried to ignore it, but she obviously failed.

Breaths got heavier. Hips started rolling. Paige hit cruise control on the freeway, subtly spreading her legs.

“This is so unsafe,” she laughed, breathless.

“Want me to stop?”

“...Not really.”

“Then focus.”

Azzi didn’t wait. She unbuttoned Paige’s jeans and pulled the zipper down, revealing the strap. Paige looked at her like she was insane.

“Azzi—fuck—what are you doing?”

Azzi smirked. “Always wanted to try this.”

She loosened her seatbelt just enough to lean over the console. Paige tried to keep her eyes on the road, but it was hard — especially when she felt Azzi’s mouth wrap around the strap.

She gasped.

Azzi spit, then sucked. One hand at the base, mouth working it like it was real — and Paige felt everything. The strap inside her tugged and shifted with every movement.

Paige groaned, pressing herself back into the seat. One hand on the wheel, the other pushing Azzi’s hair out of her face so she could watch. Azzi’s lips were glossy, the strap glistening with spit, and Paige was already on the edge.

“God—feels so good—baby—”

Azzi hummed, the vibration shooting through her.

Paige’s hips bucked. She couldn’t stop it. “I’m close—fuck—”

She thrust up into Azzi’s mouth again — once, twice — deep enough to make Azzi gag around the strap. Then suddenly Azzi pulled back, lips wet, spit trailing from her mouth to the tip. Paige almost whimpered at the loss — until Azzi wrapped her hand around the base and started jerking it. Hard. Fast. Each pump of Azzi’s fist pulled the strap taut inside her, grinding it against that sweet, swollen spot that made Paige see stars.

Azzi leaned in and bit her neck, sucked hard. Paige’s whole body shuddered.

“Don’t stop—Az—fuck—”

“You gonna come for me, Paigey?”

“Y-yeah—fuck—”

Paige's orgasm slammed into her — fast, hot, no warning. Her thighs snapped shut, back arched hard against the seat. Her eyes rolled back as her whole body locked up, the strap jerking inside her with every twitch. She shouted, loud and raw.

“Fuuuuuuuuck—”

The car swerved, tires edging over the lane line. Paige barely registered it, lost in the wave crashing through her. Azzi moved quick, one hand still wrapped around the strap, the other reaching for the wheel. Calm. Focused. Steadying them like this was routine.

Paige was still shaking, gasping for air, knuckles white on the wheel.

“You’re fucking wild,” she panted, breath catching on the tail end of a moan.

Azzi wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smirked, smug and completely unbothered. “You loved it.”

By the time they got home, neither of them were waiting — Paige shoved her seat back, and Azzi climbed into her lap like it was instinct, not even hesitating as she pushed her soaked thong to the side and sank down onto the strap in one slow, seamless motion. They both groaned, loud and breathless, the relief hitting all at once.

Azzi rode her like she needed it — dripping, messy, hips slamming down with no rhythm, just raw desperation. She was whining already, hair sticking to her face, hands gripping the seat behind Paige like she might fall apart if she let go. Paige fucked up into her without mercy, eyes locked on the spot where Azzi was taking her, the strap coated in slick every time it disappeared inside. It was loud — the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene drag of the toy, Azzi’s moans getting higher with every thrust.

“God, so big—daddy—”

“You love being full, huh?”

“Yes—yes—always—”

“Say it.”

“I love your cock—fuck—daddy, I love it—”

She pinned Azzi in place like she owned her, driving the strap up into her over and over, each thrust hitting harder than the last. Azzi’s thighs were shaking now, her head thrown back, mouth open but too wrecked to form words.

“Can feel how close you are, baby. So fucking tight for me.” Paige’s voice was low, ragged, and that was all it took — Azzi broke with a cry, loud and shaking, her body seizing up as the orgasm hit. She clung to Paige like she couldn’t hold herself up, arms locked around her shoulders, thighs trembling. 

Paige didn’t stop — just kept fucking her through it, each thrust deep and dirty, until Azzi’s pulsing around the strap pulled her under too. Paige dropped her face to Azzi’s neck, growling as she came, hips stuttering, muscles drawn so tight it almost hurt. The aftershocks rolled through her in waves, sharp and hot and overwhelming.

Azzi was still catching her breath when she mumbled, “This is why I love when you wear it out.”

Paige wiped sweat from her forehead. “You could’ve killed us.”

“You’re fine.”

“Barely.”

Azzi smiled. “You came, though.”

Paige shook her head. “You’re the worst.”

[teamfueckers]

Never Have I Ever

a/n: okay this was inspired by a prompt from an anon wanting to write a one shot of pazzi first time. so i expanded on that a little bit and here we are. hope you like it! always love when you send me reactions too :) thanks for reading!

warnings: sexual content, nothing crazy, pretty vanilla tbh, still minors DNI

wc: 4.6k+

It started as a harmless game. A group of teammates sprawled across the common room floor, fingers up, drinks in hand, already a little too loose with each other. Someone threw out the prompt:

"Never have I ever masturbated."

Fingers dropped. All but one.

Jana stayed strong, finger still up. The room erupted.

"Nah, that’s cap!"

"Come on, Jana!"

But she stood her ground. “I haven’t. Deadass.”

There was a beat of disbelief, then laughter. Paige put a finger down. So did Azzi. And when their eyes met—brief, electric—they both looked away, cheeks flushed. Not for the same reasons as everyone else.

Ashlyn smirked and raised the stakes.

“Never have I ever had sex.”

More fingers dropped. Azzi’s stayed up. So did Paige’.

The room turned.

“Wait. What? P, seriously?”

“You were wild freshman year!”

“I wasn’t that wild, chill.”

“Azzi been here two seconds and you’re already pussy whipped, and you ain’t even hit yet?”

Paige rolled her eyes, laughing along with the noise, but the flush creeping up her neck wasn’t just from the tequila. Azzi, as always, stayed quiet—cool on the outside, her faint smile giving nothing away.

They were used to this. The comments. The assumptions. Everyone swore they were already something—more than friends, secretly hooking up, sneaking around. Because of how they looked at each other. Because of how they didn’t look at anyone else.

And yeah, okay. Maybe there was truth in that.

But what no one knew—what they never talked about—was that the line between them hadn’t been crossed. Neither of them could admit how much they wanted to or how close they had come to doing it several times.

It wasn’t just tension. It was them—years of knowing and wanting, yet unable to take that leap of faith into something more. Because they were best friends, and maybe that was the thing that scared them most—that it already meant everything to each other before they even touched.

All the focus was still on Paige. Loud laughter, teasing questions, and someone trying to refill her drink even though she had waved them off twice. No one seemed to notice that Azzi hadn’t put a finger down. While the others were busy dissecting Paige’s love life like it was a group project, Azzi had stayed quiet—unbothered, unreadable, the bottle resting in her lap. Her hand never moved.. Just sat there, calm and unassuming, like the question didn’t apply.

And because the spotlight wasn’t on her, no one called her out.

Except Paige saw it.

Saw the way Azzi’s eyes flicked around the circle, measuring reactions. Saw the subtle stillness she slipped into, like she was trying to disappear without moving.

Paige didn’t say anything. Didn’t press. But she wasn’t about to forget about that fact. 

Later, they were where they always ended up: in Paige’s room, on her bed, the lights low and the rest of the apartment quiet. They lay shoulder to shoulder, eyes on the ceiling, saying nothing. The silence was familiar, a space they both knew how to exist in. Close, but not touching. 

Their breathing had synced without them trying, shallow and quiet, like they were trying not to disturb the moment. Paige’s hand rested just inches from Azzi’s, fingers curled in loosely, and for a second, she thought about closing the gap. Just a brush of knuckles. Something small but unmistakable. She didn’t.

Instead, she let out a breath of laughter, low and nervous. “Wild how neither of us has had sex.”

Azzi laughed too, but hers was softer, a little surprised. “Yeah. The longer we wait, the more it feels like it’s gotta mean something, you know?”

Paige turned her head to look at her, taking in the profile she knew better than anyone’s. “It does,” she said, voice steady.

Azzi didn’t look away.

“You trust me?” Paige asked, her voice quiet, almost cautious.

They weren’t touching—still—but the question closed the space between them in a different way. Azzi turned her head, met Paige’s eyes in the low light, and nodded without hesitation. “Of course. You’re my best friend.

That word hung in the air like a held breath. Best friend. Safe, familiar… limiting. Paige’s smile flickered, faltered for half a second, like something in her chest tugged sideways. She didn’t try to hide it fast enough.

Azzi saw. Of course she did. “Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice softer now, tinged with something uncertain. Not quite fear. Not quite hope.

Paige’s gaze didn’t waver. “With everything.”

A long moment passed. The kind where the air gets heavier, thick with things unsaid. Paige’s heart beat so loud in her ears it drowned out the silence. Her mouth was dry. She swallowed.

“Can I ask you something kind of…” She trailed off, searching for the word. “Personal?”

Azzi gave a small smile, something open and steady behind it. “Yeah. Always.”

Paige hesitated. “Have you ever thought about it? Like… who you’d want it to be with?”

Azzi went still beside her. Not tense—just very, very present. “Yeah,” she said after a beat. “Sometimes.”

Paige’s voice dropped, almost a whisper now. “Would you ever… want it to be me?”

Azzi turned her head fully, eyes locking onto hers. The silence stretched, not awkward but electric.

Then, quietly Azzi asked, “Are you saying you want it to be you?”

Paige felt the heat rise to her face but didn’t look away. “I’m saying… if it was something you wanted too, I wouldn’t be scared. Not with you.”

She didn’t answer right away. But her hand moved—finally, for fucks sake—crossing that last bit of space, until her fingers brushed Paige’s. Their faces were close now—too close for this to still be nothing. Just inches apart. Breath brushing skin, eyes locked.

They’d hovered here before, in moments charged with something they never named. But this time, it was different. Heavier and honest, like they’d finally run out of ways to avoid the truth.

Paige’s gaze dropped to Azzi’s lips. Her hand lifted slowly and touched Azzi’s cheek, her fingers barely grazing skin. Azzi’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact, a soft sigh escaping like she’d been waiting for it.

And then, finally, they closed the space.

The kiss was soft at first, a gentle test. Careful. However, the spark was immediate and undeniable. Paige pressed in a little more, deepening it just enough to say I mean this.

Azzi answered with a quiet moan that sent a shiver straight down Paige’s spine.

That did it.

Everything they’d been holding back broke loose in that sound—years of friendship, tension, wondering, wanting.

Paige deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping past Azzi’s lips in a slow tease, tasting, testing. Azzi responded with a low hum, then bit down gently on Paige’s bottom lip, holding it for a beat before sucking it into her mouth.

That short-circuited something in Paige. She groaned into the kiss, something messy slipping out of her. It was needy and completely unfiltered. Her stomach flipped, nerves and want knotting tight and hot all at once. 

Her hands moved without thought, sliding under Azzi’s shirt to her waist, then lower, gripping tight. Azzi didn’t hesitate—she shifted forward and straddled Paige’s thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hips pressed down, testing, grinding just enough to draw a sharp breath from Paige and a low curse she didn’t mean to say out loud.

“Fuck—Az,” Paige breathed, her voice cracking at the edges. She felt like she was unraveling, undone by how good it felt to finally have her.

Their bodies moved together like they’d always been meant to—no instructions needed, just instinct. Years of quiet yearning finally spilling over into touch. Paige's hands roamed greedily, like she’d been waiting a lifetime for permission. She cupped Azzi’s ass and squeezed hard, pulling her closer, needing her closer.

Azzi’s breath hitched against her mouth, and Paige felt it like a jolt straight to her center.

“Damn, Az—your ass—shit—” Paige groaned, voice wrecked, half-laughing, half-desperate as her fingers dug into Azzi’s bottom like she couldn’t get enough.

Azzi let out a breathless laugh, still grinding against Paige’s thigh. “You like my ass, P?”

Paige’s head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut like she was trying to hold it together. “Been staring at it for years, wondering how it’d feel in my hands.”

Azzi rolled her hips again, slow and steady, dragging friction between them that made Paige’s breath catch.

“And?” Azzi asked, teasing, voice low and dark and full of heat.

Paige opened her mouth, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “Feels so fucking good, ba—”

She caught herself too late.

Azzi paused for a moment, then smiled slowly with awareness.

She leaned in, mouth brushing the shell of Paige’s ear, her breath hot against skin already flushed and oversensitive. “You can call me baby,” she whispered.

Paige swallowed hard. Her hands gripped tighter.

She didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. Just let out a low, guttural moan and bucked her hips up hard, meeting Azzi’s grind with matched urgency.

The pace between them shifted, becoming sloppier and more desperate. Azzi rode her thigh with intent now, breath catching every time her clothed center dragged against Paige. She was soaked through her shorts, and Paige could feel every bit of it.

Paige gripped her ass, pulling her down harder, guiding her rhythm. Every grind had her teeth clenching, pulse thudding between her legs.

It wasfrantic. Messy. So Goddamn perfect.

“Call me—fuck—call me baby, P,” Azzi whispered. “I wanna hear it.”

“Baby…” Paige moaned. “Shit… you feel so good.”

Paige gave Azzi’s ass a sharp, playful slap that made her jump, the sound echoing in the quiet room. She followed it with a rough squeeze, fingers digging in like she didn’t want to let go. Azzi yelped, half-laughing, half-gasping, then grabbed Paige’s face and kissed her hard..

Clothes started peeling off. Azzi first, sitting back to strip her shirt. Paige’s eyes locked on her bare chest. No bra. No hesitation.

“Holy shit.”

Paige’s mouth was on her before she could think. Kissing, sucking, rolling a nipple with her thumb as she worshipped the other with her tongue. Azzi moaned, arched, hands tangling in Paige’s hair.

When Azzi peeled Paige’s shirt off, she didn’t just toss it aside—She pushed Paige back with a grin that said she’d been thinking about this—about her—for a long time. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, her voice low, a little rough.

She straddled Paige’s hips, leaned down, and began kissing her way down her chest—slow and wet, leaving glistening trails of spit in every dip and curve. Her lips dragged over Paige’s neck, her tongue flicking teasingly before she moved lower, sucking just beneath her collarbone. Then another, lower.

Paige gasped, head pressing back into the pillows. “Trying to mark me up or what?”

“Maybe,” Azzi murmured, voice husky, and then latched onto a nipple. She sucked hard, her tongue circling as Paige’s body jolted beneath her.

Paige swore under her breath, her fingers threading into Azzi’s hair, holding her in place like letting go wasn’t an option. Azzi gave one last suck, then slowly pulled back, lips slick, eyes dark with want.

For a second, neither of them moved. Their breaths were uneven. 

Azzi sat back on her heels, still straddling Paige, and looked down at her like she couldn’t believe what they’d just crossed into. Paige propped herself up on her elbows, chest rising and falling, eyes locked with Azzi’s.

“P, you’re so fucking hot,” Azzi said.

Paige smiled, eyes tracing over Azzi like she was trying to memorize her. “Nah, baby… that’s you.”

The word hung there—baby—and this time, Paige didn’t flinch when she said it. Azzi’s eyes softened, something raw and open flickering across her face.

Paige reached up, brushed her fingers along Azzi’s jaw. Her voice was quieter now, but steady. “You wanna keep going?”

“Yes. A thousand percent. Do you?” Azzi asked, voice steady but eyes giving her away—wide, searching, like she still half-expected Paige to pull back.

Paige reached up and cupped her cheek, thumb brushing just beneath Azzi’s eye. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember,” she said, voice low but certain. “I just needed to be sure you want this too.”

Azzi leaned into her touch, nodding once. Not rushed. Just certain. “I need you, baby.”

Those words falling from Azzi’s mouth did something to her. Paige swallowed hard. Her mind flashed back to the game, to the question, to the finger she’d put down.

She looked up at Azzi, eyes half-lidded but focused. “You think about me when you touch yourself?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

Azzi choked on a breath, then buried her face in Paige’s neck like she could physically escape the question. “Paige!” she groaned, voice muffled and mortified.

Paige grinned, cocky now, fingers dragging up Azzi’s back. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

A beat of silence. Then, muffled against her skin: “You’re not.”

Paige laughed, low and delighted. “That’s what I thought.”

Azzi groaned again. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Paige said, dragging her nails just lightly enough down Azzi’s spine to make her shiver. “But now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Will you show me?”

Azzi’s eyes widened. “What? No!”

“Please. Just want to learn what you like.”

Azzi hesitated at the edge of the bed, her fingers hooked in the waistband of her shorts. Paige watched her, heart thudding, mouth suddenly dry. She could see the nerves and anticipation in her eyes. But then,  Azzi stood. Her hands moved with purpose now, sliding her shorts and thong down in one smooth motion.

She was bare.

Paige couldn’t help but stare. Not out of shock, not just desire, but awe. Her thighs pressed close together, arms hanging at her sides like she wasn’t sure what to do with them. Her breath came quick and shallow, her chest rising and falling.

Paige gently sat up, her gaze soft and full of admiration for Azzi. It was as if she was beholding something truly sacred—not merely desire, but a profound, heartfelt love. She took her time, quietly absorbing the moment without rushing or averting her eyes.

“God,” she breathed, voice thick. “You’re so beautiful.” The words came out soft and unguarded, like they’d lived in her chest for years and finally found their way out. No teasing, no bravado—just truth.

Azzi’s breath hitched. Her arms instinctively folded in front of her, like she wasn’t sure what to do with the weight of being seen like that.

Paige reached out, gently unfolded her. “Don’t hide from me,” she whispered. “Please.”

She nodded, eyes glassy, lips parted.

Paige smiled, warm and full of something deeper than lust. “I mean it. You’re… everything.”

Azzi swallowed hard, then climbed back onto the bed. Instead of straddling her again, she eased down beside her, then onto her back, her body tight with nervous energy. Her legs stayed closed togethe, like she wasn’t quite ready to open up all the way, not yet.

“Don’t laugh at me, okay?”

Paige sat in front of her, sliding her own shorts and boxers down so that Azzi wasn’t the only one bare. “Never.”

She pushed Azzi’s knees apart gently. The sight of her—wet, glistening—knocked the breath from her lungs.

Azzi’s hand moved slowly, almost shy at first, trailing down the length of her stomach, grazing her belly button piercing. Her fingers brushed over her hip bones, then lower, finding her folds with practiced ease. She parted her legs just enough, knees still tilted inward, and began to touch herself in slow, steady circles—familiar, confident, but softer than performance. It wasn’t for show. It was real.

Paige watched like she was hypnotized, her mouth slightly open, pulse pounding in her ears. “That what you always do?” she asked, voice low and rough.

Azzi nodded, biting her lip, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“You like it slow, baby?” Paige’s voice was velvet now, coaxing, tender but it had an edge.

“Mmhmm,” Azzi breathed, her fingers never stopping, hips rolling just barely. Controlled. Needy.

Paige shifted closer, her hand sliding across the sheets to rest gently on Azzi’s thigh. “You always think of me?”

She opened her eyes, found Paige’s, and answered immediately. “Yes, baby. Always.”

Paige’s breath caught somewhere in her chest. Her fingers tensed against Azzi’s skin. “You want me to touch you now?”

Azzi’s lips parted, her breath shaky, and she nodded.

“Please.”

Azzi’s breath hitched as Paige hovered beside her, still watching, still waiting. Then Azzi reached out, fingers curling around Paige’s wrist—not pulling, just coaxing.

“Come here,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure.

Paige moved without thinking, shifting to lie on her side, close enough to feel the heat radiating off Azzi’s skin. Their foreheads nearly touched, breaths mixing. Paige’s hand hovered awkwardly for a second, unsure where to start. Azzi didn’t wait. She took Paige’s hand gently, laced their fingers for a moment, then guided it down between her legs. “I’ll show you,” she said, her voice barely more than a breath.

Azzi’s hand layered over Paige’s, her fingers leading hers in circles like before—showing her the rhythm, the pressure, the way she liked to be touched. Paige focused completely, her eyes on Azzi’s face, soaking in every twitch, every sigh.

She caught on quickly. Within moments, Azzi let her hand fall away, trusting Paige to keep going. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, whole body wound tight as Paige dipped lower, slow and hesitant, feeling what made Azzi tremble.

Azzi whimpered, hips shifting, legs falling open just a little more.

“You want me inside?” Paige asked, her voice low, steady, but gentle.

Azzi nodded, her voice cracking just slightly. “Yeah… but slow. Sometimes it hurts.”

Paige leaned in, kissed her temple. “Okay, baby. Slow. I’ve got you.”

She pressed in slowly, fingers gliding through soaked heat, until she found the right angle. Her breath caught as she eased just the tip of one finger inside—inch by inch, mindful, listening.

Azzi gasped, her body tensing for a beat. Her hand shot out, wrapping around Paige’s wrist—not to stop her, but to ground herself. Her grip was tight, almost trembling. “It’s okay,” she whispered, voice strained. “I want it. Just—keep going. Slow.”

Paige leaned in and kissed her cheek, her jaw, anything she could reach. “I’ve got you,” she murmured. 

She pushed in deeper, and Azzi’s walls clenched around her, hot and impossibly tight. Paige groaned low in her throat, overwhelmed by the feeling. She kept moving, letting Azzi’s body adjust around her.

“You’re so tight, baby,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to Azzi’s. “So fucking perfect.”

Paige curled her finger gently, testing, searching for that spot. The moment she found it, Azzi let out a low, involuntary moan—soft at first, then rising, as if  the sound surprised even her. Her thighs twitched, breath catching in her throat. She kept the motion going, her thumb brushing lightly over her clit while her finger worked in slow, steady pulses.

Then, when she felt Azzi relax into it—open up a little more—Paige slid in a second finger.

Azzi gasped, her back arching slightly. “Fuck—”

Her hips moved like they couldn’t help it, chasing every flick of Paige’s fingers. She gripped onto Paige’s shoulder like she needed something to hold on to.. Paige matched her rhythm, eyes looking down at her fingers getting swallowed by Azzi’s pussy.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” she whispered. “So fucking good.”

Azzi’s moans filled the room. Wetness dripping down Paige’s fingers and onto her hand.

“Can I taste you?” Paige asked, voice hoarse.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to.”

Paige kissed her way down Azzi’s body with purpose now, trailing open-mouthed kisses over hot skin, lingering just enough to make her squirm. She didn’t pause at her stomach, didn’t tease—just pressed a kiss to Azzi’s hip, then settled between her thighs.

She eased Azzi’s legs apart a little further, kissing the inside of one trembling thigh, then dove right in with one long, deliberate lick.

Azzi cried out, her hips bucking off the bed, one hand flying to Paige’s blonde hair, fingers tightening instantly.

Paige didn’t let up. She groaned into her, the sound vibrating against Azzi’s clit as her tongue swirled, slow and filthy. She licked like she was starving—wide, flat strokes, then sharp flicks, then sucking Azzi’s clit between her lips and drawing moans straight from her chest.

Azzi was falling apart fast. Her legs shook, her breath came in broken gasps, and her hips began to move—grinding into Paige’s mouth like her life depended on it. She was already soaked, and Paige didn’t hold back—messy, hungry, like this had been building for years, because it had been.“Fuck—Paige—don’t stop, don’t—fuck—”

Her voice was high, wild, and Paige didn’t stop. She let Azzi ride her face, grinding her pussy down hard, loud and unfiltered, calling Paige’s name like it was the only word she knew.

When she came, it hit hard and her legs clamped around Paige’s head with her whole body tensing as she screamed, raw and wrecked. Paige held her through it, tongue still moving, softening only when Azzi started to twitch with oversensitivity.

She finally pulled back, chin shiny with slick, mouth swollen, hair a mess. She looked up at Azzi with a crooked grin. “You taste so fucking good,” she said, voice wrecked and proud.

Azzi let out a weak, breathless laugh, arm flung over her eyes, body still twitching from the aftermath. “Jesus Christ,” she panted, voice raw.

“You made a fucking mess,” she murmured, dragging the back of her hand over her chin, still grinning like she couldn’t believe it. “You’re all over my face.”

Azzi peeked out from under her arm, flushed and breathless, but her eyes weren’t just dazed. There was something else. Hunger, yes. But something quieter too. Like seeing Paige like this had unlocked something new. Something inevitable. She sat up slowly, legs shaky but determined, and reached for Paige. “Good,” she said, voice low and wicked. “Now lie down.”

Paige’s smile twitched, nerves and anticipation sparking in her chest. She leaned back against the pillows, but her hands hovered uncertainly, not quite relaxed. 

Azzi noticed. “You okay?” she asked, voice gentler now, thumb brushing lightly over the skin just above Paige’s hip.

Paige nodded, then hesitated. Her eyes dropped, lips parting like she wanted to speak but wasn’t sure how.

“I’m good,” she said, then corrected herself. “Just—nervous.”

Azzi waited, quiet and steady, giving her space.

Paige exhaled shakily. “I’ve never… finished.” She met Azzi’s gaze, something vulnerable and almost embarrassed in her eyes. “I can get close, but… I don’t know. I always stop. I think too much.”

Azzi’s face softened instantly. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Paige’s forehead. “Hey,” she whispered, “that’s okay.”

Paige’s jaw tensed like she was ready for her to pass some judgment.

But Azzi just smiled. “Let me help you, baby. No pressure. No rush. Okay?”

Paige nodded, her voice barely audible. “Okay.”

Azzi kissed her again. There was something patient in it, like she had all the time in the world to make Paige feel wanted. Needed. Loved. Her hand drifted lower, fingers gliding across herstomach, then down between her thighs, already parted in quiet invitation. Paige’s breath stuttered, her hips lifting slightly, aching for more before Azzi had even truly touched her.

Azzi dragged her fingers through her slick folds, teasing, spreading them gently. She took her time, watching Paige’s face the whole time—how her eyes fluttered shut, how her chest rose and fell quicker with every slow pass from her clit to her entrance and back.

“So wet,” Azzi murmured, her voice like a low hum. “You’re dripping, baby.”

Paige whimpered, her legs falling open wider.

Azzi began circling her clit in slow, lazy motions, just enough pressure but not enough to push her anywhere close to the edge. Paige’s fingers gripped the sheets, her whole body clenching with want.

And then—when Paige started to move her hips in sync with the soft moans slipping out from her mouth she slid one finger inside.

Paige gasped, eyes flying open, her mouth forming a silent oh. Her whole body arched toward Azzi’s hand, overwhelmed by how good it fucking good it felt. 

She was starting to unravel embarrassingly quickly, but just as her body began to tense with the promise of more—

Azzi pulled away.

“Wha—what are you—?”

But Azzi was already kissing down her belly.

“I didn’t want you to come without knowing how this feels.”

Azzi lowered her head, eyes still locked on Paige’s, her breath warm. She kissed her inner thigh first, slow and soft, then the other, working her way inward.

Then she licked her.

One long, slow drag of her tongue from the base up, finishing with a light flick of her clit.

Paige almost sobbed. Her whole body arched off the bed, a raw, strangled sound escaping her throat. “Fuck—” Her hands flew to Azzi’s head, fingers instantly tangling in those dark curls, holding her there like she couldn’t risk her leaving again.

Azzi didn’t rush. She licked again, almost slower this time, savoring the taste of Paige’s pussy, her tongue moving in firm, unrelenting strokes. She sucked Paige’s clit between her lips, then let it go, then sucked again, alternating with teasing flicks that had Paige moaning so loud she didn’t care who could hear them.

She kept going—lips, tongue, mouth greedy and unrelenting. Paige’s thighs trembled on either side of her head, her stomach tightening with every wave of sensation. Her voice had dissolved into broken gasps and half-formed curses, her back arching higher with every stroke.

“Azzi—oh my God, Azzi—”

It didn’t take long.

An oh baby slipped out one more time—loud, helpless—as her whole body arched into it, overwhelmed and aching. She broke open beneath her, pussy gushing at this point. It was a release she’d never felt before. It left her trembling, throat raw, everything too much and not enough. The orgasm hit so deep it made her chest ache.

Azzi didn’t stop until Paige was whimpering, too sensitive to breathe. Only then did she pull back, licking her lips, her face flushed and slick, eyes burning with pride and a look that beamed with love.

Afterward, they collapsed into each other, limbs heavy and hearts still racing. Azzi curled into Paige’s side, one leg draped over her thigh, her cheek pressed against her shoulder. Her fingers idly traced the curve of Paige’s stomach, still slick with sweat and softness. They lay there in silence for a long moment, just breathing.

Then, barely above a whisper, Paige asked, “Was that okay?”

Azzi let out a laugh, breathless and disbelieving, and turned her head to look at her. “Did you forget I was just screaming your name?”

Paige smiled, relief flooding her face and replied with “Alright, bighead.” There was something shy in her eyes too, something unguarded. She turned her head and pressed a kiss to the top of Azzi’s head. 

Azzi lifted her head, slotting their lips together once again. This kiss was different. It was like they were finally holding something they’d been circling around for years, too precious to name before now. It wasn’t about lust or heat or need—it was just them, finally touching in the way they’d always wanted to but never said.

They kissed again. And again. Each one a little longer. A little deeper.

Like they’d been waiting forever.

Because they had.

And now, neither of them wanted to stop.

[teamfueckers]

All-Star Behavior

a/n: okay, here it is. i seriously wrote for like three days straight to get this out asap and i got tired of editing so this is as good as it's gonna get… god i hope this doesn't suck lol. also, didn't mean for this to be so long, got carried away ig. anyways, always love reactions, thanks for reading. enjoy!!! warnings: sexual content, minors DNI

wc: 8k+

The locker room was loud. Too loud for the hangover Paige had been nursing all day. Music was bouncing off the walls while players shuffled between lockers and mirrors, getting ready for the All-Star game. Paige was sitting in front of her assigned locker, taking in the moment, still trying to process the weekend and how she really was living out her childhood dream right now. 

Her phone buzzed in her lap.

Two new texts from Azzi.

First: a picture. Hotel closet rack with one dress hung up. Black. Strategic neckline with some lace fringing the bottom hem. Paige knew what that dress was capable of.

Second text: Thoughts?

Paige squinted at it, already feeling the beginnings of a smirk.

Paige stared at the screen for a full beat, teeth catching her bottom lip. She could see it. The way that fabric would slide across Azzi’s hips, the dip at her waist, the way her collarbone would stand out like punctuation under the lights.

Typed: 10/10 but it’s missing one thing. Azzi: ?? Paige: You in it.

“Yo, what got you smiling like that?” Courtney’s voice came from the other side of the suite. Paige didn’t even look up.

“Daaamn,” she said, grinning like she just hit a stepback three. “That what Azzi rockin’? Tell her bring a mop, not a fan—gon’ have folks slippin' from all the drool.”

Paige didn’t even blink. “Court.”

“What?” Courtney held up her hands, still grinning. “I’m just sayin’. She step out in that? Whew. She ain’t leavin' with just you.”

“Chill on my girl before I get mad for real.”

Courtney grinned, hands up. “Okay, okay. I’m just saying if she show up lookin’ like that? League in trouble.”

Paige just shook her head, the ghost of a smirk pulling at her mouth. Her thumb hovered over the screen again and she started typing again. 

Paige: You’re gonna be the problem at All-Star, not me.

Read. Then three little dots. Then: “Good. I like being your problem.”

Paige dropped her forehead to her knee with a groan. Yeah. She was so screwed.

*********

They were lined up along the sideline, half-zipped in warmups, waiting on intros. Someone was messing around with a halfcourt shot, a couple players in the corner dancing for the Jumbotron. Paige bounced the ball once, twice. Rolled her shoulders back. Tried not to look toward the tunnel again.

She’d already looked twice.

She was chewing on the bottom of her lip when the players parted—just a little—and there she was.

Azzi.

Walking like the moment belonged to her—and it kinda did. Hair pulled up with curls framing her face, black sunglasses hiding her eyes, and that black dress hugging every damn thing it needed to and revealing more than enough.  That fucking dress. 

Paige swallowed once, blinked twice. Didn’t even try to hide how she was staring.

Angel noticed.

Next to her, Angel let out a low whistle. “Shit, P. Your girl really tryna end lives tonight, huh?”

Paige didn’t answer right away.

Just watched Azzi pause, scan the court, spot her, smile. The same smile she’s seen all weekend that makes her melt. Makes her turn into the ultimate simp. At least that’s what all her UConn teammates say and well, she can’t even argue because it’s the truth. 

“She looks good,” Angel added, teasing.

“She looks like trouble,” Paige said, half under her breath.

She snapped her eyes back to the court. Shook her arms out. Mind on the game.

She wanted to make the most of her All Star minutes, knowing they’d be limited. Paige didn’t care about her stats, but she wanted to show out a little bit if she could. If for no one other than her girl sitting courtside looking like a baddie. 

First possession. Paige rolled off a screen and the ball swung her way. She caught, set, and let it fly from the All-Star four-point spot. It rattled in the rim a few times for dropping. First points of the game. 

First four-pointer in All-Star history. The arena cracked open. Her whole bench jumped, but Paige didn’t look their way. She looked straight into the crowd—into that UConn cluster on the sideline, all standing, all yelling—and locked eyes with Azzi.

Who was smirking. Like she knew that shot was going in. Like she expected it.

Paige hit her with a wink. Quick. Followed by a smug grin and eyebrow raise as if to say yeah I just did that. 

***********

Halftime.

Paige didn’t give a shit about the score. They were up by a lot. You could barely call this an exhibition game with the way everyone refused to play defense and how everyone insisted on taking shots from the four-point line. It didn’t even matter, to be honest. They were just here to have a good time and celebrate being at the top of the league. 

She found herself veering toward the sidelines, as if it wasn’t obvious where she was going.

Azzi was standing now. Still in the dress. Still unfair. Up close, it was worse.

The lace.

Goddamn, the lace.

Paige’s eyes caught on it before her brain did, right there between the opening of her collared dress— a black lace bra and more than enough cleavage on display. She blinked, forced herself to look higher. Then lower again. Then she gave up and just let her eyes linger for a second or two or three…

This might be the hottest fit she’d ever seen on Azzi. And that was saying something. 

This was a problem. She still had another half to play?

“Hey,” Azzi said, soft, warm while standing to give Paige an unclose look at her fit.

“Hi,” Paige answered, voice gone a little hoarse.

Jana took her out of her daze for a brief moment going in for a hug. She barely remembers hugging Jana and then Caroline. Her nervous system clearly shocked by Azzi and that damn dress. 

She went in for a hug with Azzi before she could even process it. She had half-draped herself across a chair from the row that separated them, squeezing past some other spectators, and was leaning down awkwardly. The fact that Azzi was standing and Paige was hunched over didn’t help the interaction that came next. 

It made it worse.

Paige's face landed half on Azzi’s shoulder, half against her chest—lace and skin and perfume and heartbeat—and she didn’t move right away, didn’t really want to, and Azzi didn’t seem in any rush to let go either.

“Nice opening shot,” she murmured near her ear.

Paige pulled back, finally. “Nice dress.”

Azzi just smiled. “I know.”

Of course she did.

Azzi was clinging to her arm just the way she knew Paige loved. Whatever conversation her former teammates were trying to have with her went in one ear and out the other. She was too busy checking out her girl. 

Then she caught it—some guy off to the side, staring at Azzi the same way she had been. Paige tried to brush it off, but something flared hot in her chest. She shook her head and took a step back before she did something insane like climb over the row of seats and press her face into Azzi’s chest just to make a point.

********

She made it maybe five steps after walking away from the group before her brain started betraying her.

The hug hadn’t helped. The press of lace against her cheek. The slow drag of Azzi’s fingertips along her back like she wasn’t trying to ruin Paige’s second half. Like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.

Paige could still feel it—how soft the fabric was, how close it sat against skin. Her mind filled in the rest before she could stop it.

The thong had a match. Of course it did.

She pictured it automatically: the curve of Azzi’s hips, that thin black lace thong hugging the sharp cut of her waist, straps arching high over her hip bones, delicate and deliberate. Bare at the sides, practically see-through in the front, vanishing in the back. Just the idea of it—how the dress clung over it, how it would peel away slow—made Paige’s pulse stutter.

Heat bloomed, low and sudden. Settled hard between her legs, spreading fast. Compression shorts doing absolutely nothing to help.

She clenched her jaw. Shook out her hands.

Focus. Just get through the second half.

Get through it and then—

Then it was just the hotel room.

Just her and Azzi. No cameras. No crowd. No dress.

Just what was under it.

She closed her eyes for half a second.

Big mistake.

Because now her brain was playing the next part in full detail—Azzi standing over her, smug and slow, unzipping that dress like a threat. Paige on her knees, hands already slipping beneath lace.

She groaned, under her breath. Physically had to reset herself.

Across the court, someone called her name.

She opened her eyes. Breathed in. Out. Shook her head.

Twenty more minutes.

She could survive that.

Probably.

********

They’d won by a landslide.

Not that Paige had really registered the final score—she was focused on the fact that All Star weekend was coming to end and Azzi had decided to be absolute menace on the last night by wearing that dress. 

It took everything in her not to pull Azzi in for a kiss out there on the court, but Paige liked having some things just for themselves. She was talking with Azzi, Caroline, and Jana in a roped-off section, finalizing plans for the evening. 

And then Caroline turned to her, grinning way too wide.

“So… how’s it feel knowing your girlfriend’s taller than you now?”

Paige blinked. “What?”

Caroline just nodded toward the Azzi’s shoes. “Those heels? She’s got, like, a full two inches on you tonight. It’s giving little spoon energy.”

Paige ignored the annoying comment and asked, “Is she actually taller than me right now?”

“Yes,” Jana said immediately.

Caroline didn’t even try to hide her smirk. “Oh, absolutely. Towering.”

Paige narrowed her eyes, took two steps forward toward Azzi, then slowly rose up onto her tiptoes—trying to gauge it. “Okay but like… am I taller now?”

The group watched. Azzi tilted her head down, smiling like she was trying not to laugh.

“Still got you beat,” Azzi said.

“By a lot?” Paige asked, still toe-lifted, like sheer willpower could close the gap, as if this even mattered right now.

Caroline made a face. “Enough that it’s not close.”

Jana nodded. “You look like you’d say ‘yes, ma’am’ and mean it.”

Paige dropped back to her heels with a sigh. “Y’all are so annoying.”

Azzi just leaned in, lips barely brushing her ear. “You know you like it.”

Paige felt her face go warm instantly. Stepped back before someone clocked how fast her heart just jumped.

******

As soon as the hotel room door clicked shut behind them.

Paige didn’t waste a second. Her hands were already on Azzi’s hips, fingers slipping under the hem of that black dress, mouth finding her neck like she’d been starved for it—which, honestly, she had.

“You’ve been teasing me since warmups,” Paige murmured against her skin. “You gonna let me take this off now or what?”

Azzi laughed, low and unbothered. “No.”

Paige froze. “No?”

Azzi stepped back, eyes amused. “We’ve got after-parties to hit, Bueckers. You can wait.”

Paige looked wrecked. “I don’t care about parties.”

“Well, I do. And you’re not messing up my makeup before the night even starts.”

Paige groaned, flopped dramatically onto the bed. “You’re actually evil.”

“Just patient.”

They stayed like that for a beat—Paige lying flat on her back, limbs sprawled, eyes closed like she was trying to breathe through it. Azzi moved around the room calmly, tossing her heels onto the floor, and finding a spot next to Paige on the bed.

“What party are we going to?” Paige finally asked, still sprawled on the bed like her body had clocked out post-game.

Azzi didn’t look up from where she was digging through her bag. “Whichever one gives us the best chance at avoiding the StudBudz.”

Paige laughed. “Ain’t tryna get caught on the livestream again?”

“Fuck, no,” Azzi said. “I’m not ending up on TikTok sandwiched between T and Court.”

Paige snorted. “You’d go viral.”

“Nobody would ever hear from me again.”

Paige rolled onto her side, grinning. “I get it, babe. Respect the self-preservation. Wanna see my outfit for tonight?”

Azzi turned around, fully focused now. “Obviously.”

Paige sat up, already grabbing for the sweater and shorts. “Prepare to be obsessed.”

Azzi smirked. “Too late.”

Paige smirked. “Cool. Gimme twenty.”

She grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom. Azzi flopped onto the bed, laying back like this was just another hotel room, another night together—but her brain was far from chill.

The sound of the shower kicked on. 

Azzi closed her eyes for a second. She could still see Paige in that All-Star uniform. Focused. Confident. Dripping sweat and dominance.

Paige is so fucking hot she thought to herself. She’d been wet since Paige had sent her a selfie in the locker room in her All-Star warmups.

By the time Paige walked out again, towel-dried hair messy, skin still warm from the shower, Azzi was already half-sitting up.

The sweater was cream. Soft, just oversized enough, sleeveless and showing off her toned arms. And the shorts—denim, sitting low on her waist, legs long. Casual like she didn’t know what she was doing.

Azzi’s mouth actually parted for a second before she could control it.

Paige clocked it instantly. “Told you.”

Azzi blinked once, eyes dragging slow over her body. She stood up, smooth and quiet, and started walking.

“Where you going?” Paige asked, even though she already knew.

Azzi didn’t answer.

She just pushed her gently back onto the bed, climbed into her lap, and said, “Sit still.” 

She kissed her. Then climbed into her lap—slow, deliberate, dress riding up as she moved.

Paige’s hands came to rest automatically at her waist.

Azzi caught them. “Still no undressing me.”

Paige let out a strangled sound.

“I said after the party,” Azzi whispered, voice right at her ear. “But… you’ve been good. Maybe you deserve a little something.”

She reached under her dress, pulled her thong down in one smooth motion—black lace, damp and delicate. She held it between two fingers, watching Paige’s pupils blow wide.

Then she smiled, all sharp edges and affection.

“Open.”

Azzi slid the thong between her lips, slow, deliberate, keeping just enough tension in her fingers to make it feel like a command. The lace was still warm from her skin—damp, clinging, soaked through with heat—and the second it hit Paige’s tongue, she tasted her.

Salt, musk, sweetness. Sharp and heady and unmistakably Azzi.

Paige whimpered, low in her throat. It wasn’t much—barely anything—but it hit like a punch. Her thighs pressed together on instinct, breath catching hard in her chest.

Azzi leaned in, lips close to her ear.

“This is the only taste you’re getting.”

Paige’s jaw tensed. Her fingers curled uselessly into the sheets. And the thong—wet, fragrant, humiliating and perfect—stayed exactly where Azzi put it.

Azzi straddled her again, knees pressing into the mattress, thighs bracketing Paige’s hips. The lace of her dress bunched around her waist, warm skin against Paige’s lap, and she moved—slow, deliberate—grinding down until she found the right spot. The curve of Paige’s thigh, firm and flexed, right where she wanted it.

She rolled her hips once, exhaled hard. That heat had been building all night.

Now she was dripping.

“Don’t move,” she murmured, lips brushing Paige’s cheek. “No hands. No helping.”

Paige nodded, barely, the thong still held gently between her teeth, hands clenched into the bedspread.

Azzi rocked again, pace unhurried, dragging slick heat over Paige’s leg. She could feel how tense she was underneath—every muscle tight, held in check by sheer will.

She leaned in, biting Paige’s jaw just enough. “And don’t cum. I mean it.”

Paige’s breath hitched.

“You want me later?” Azzi whispered. “You better show me some control.”

Every grind sent a jolt straight through Paige’s core, sharp and electric, like her body was trying to short-circuit under the weight of it. Azzi moved slow—too slow—dragging slick heat across the curve of Paige’s thigh with precision, her rhythm steady, unforgiving. Paige could feel the damp slide of her, even through the denim of her shorts—Azzi soaking her through the fabric.

Azzi was trembling now—barely—but Paige felt it. The faint stutter of her breath near her ear, the little shake in her thighs every time she rolled down a little harder.

Paige’s hands clenched tighter in the bedspread, knuckles white.

Every second was a test. Every grind whispered don’t touch, don’t help, don’t come. And all she could do was take it.

Azzi kept going, kept using her, a rhythm building between them. 

When she finally shuddered, hips slowing, face tucked into Paige’s neck, Paige let out a sound that was half whimper, half desperate prayer.

Azzi kissed her jaw once, then climbed off her lap, grabbing her thong from Paige’s mouth and shimmied them back on as if nothing happened. 

Paige didn’t even try to stand. She just stared at the ceiling, ruined.

Her shorts?

Definitely not wearable anymore.

Good thing she brought another pair.

************

The party was mid, at best.

I guess it was probably hard to live up to last night’s festivities. Even so, Paige wasn’t going to let a trash DJ ruin her night. Azzi was next to her—pressed into her, really—and that was all that mattered.

They’d been glued together since they walked in. Paige’s hand hadn’t left Azzi’s back all night, thumb resting in the curve where her dress dipped low. Not in a possessive way. Just… connected. Quietly claiming. And Azzi didn’t mind. She kept one hand tucked around Paige’s waist like she needed the contact just as much.

They weren’t being loud about it. Just there. Constant.

“I’m really proud of you,” Azzi said suddenly, barely audible over the bass.

Paige turned, already smiling. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re an All-Star. You looked so damn good out there.” Azzi leaned in, kissed the edge of her jaw. “Made it look easy.”

Paige shook her head. “I don’t think anyone’s ever made me feel cooler than you just did.”

Azzi laughed. “I mean it.”

Paige leaned in close, nose brushing Azzi’s cheek. “I’m proud of you, too.”

Azzi tilted her head, curious.

Paige didn’t hesitate. “The pod launch? You’re killing it. And all the off-court stuff you’ve been doing? The motion you’ve been bringing lately... ”

Azzi smiled, slow and a little shy.

Paige continued. “And last night?”

Azzi raised a brow. Not sure where Paige was going with this.

“You threw the best party of the weekend.”

Azzi grinned. “You’re just saying that because you got to leave early with me.”

“That helped,” Paige admitted. “But no—people are still talking about it. Best vibes. Best music. Good food and drinks. You did that.”

Azzi rolled her eyes playfully, but her smile was soft.

They drifted to a quieter spot where Gabby and Marine were holding down a couch, looking equally unimpressed with the current vibe. The four of them fell into an easy conversation—nothing deep, but real enough to feel like something.

Paige sat close, her hand still ghosting across the small of Azzi’s back, not needing to say anything else for a while.

She’d already said the important stuff.

They settled in with Gabby and Marine—Azzi curled slightly into Paige’s side, Paige half-listening as Gabby told. It was easy. Unforced. The kind of conversation that didn’t need constant energy to stay alive.

All weekend, it had been like that. Somehow, between practice runs, media appearances, and a thousand other faces, they’d found a pocket of quiet with these two. A rhythm.

Azzi laughed at something Marine said, and Paige watched her for a second—how relaxed she looked now. At ease in a way Paige didn’t always see. She felt it too.

They’d made some new friends this weekend.

Azzi shifted next to her, pulling her tiny purse to the front. “Can you hold my phone?” she asked, already handing it over.

Paige blinked at her. “Why do you even carry that thing? It’s like the size of a granola bar.”

Azzi shrugged, deadpan. “It holds what it needs to.”

Paige turned her body, tucking the phone into her back pocket. Or trying to. She had to shove it a little.

Azzi watched, amused. “Tight fit?”

“Yeah, well, it’s not me stuffing my entire life into a clutch the size of a Band-Aid.”

Azzi leaned in, voice low. “That’s because it’s already got some things in it.”

Paige paused. Turned to look at her.

Azzi’s expression was way too calm. That familiar gleam in her eyes—the menace mode Paige had come to know way too well. She narrowed her eyes.

“What kind of things?” Paige asked.

Azzi just smiled, kissed her cheek, let her hand squeeze gently at Paige’s bicep. Then leaned in, mouth brushing the shell of her ear.

“You wanna find out?”

Paige didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to.

That stupid, wide-ass grin spread across her face—slow and full of oh, she’s really gonna kill me tonight realization.

“Yeah,” she said finally, voice already wrecked. “I really, really do.”

The club bathroom was just loud enough—music pulsing faintly through overhead speakers, muffling the occasional laugh or high heel click. Paige followed Azzi in without thinking, heart pounding like she’d already lost control.

They slipped into the last stall—floor-to-ceiling door, real lock, private enough to disappear.

Azzi clicked the lock shut behind them, then turned to face her. Calm. Composed.

Paige, on the other hand, was vibrating just from proximity.

She opened her mouth to say something—she didn’t know what—but Azzi held up a finger.

“Don’t speak.”

Paige’s jaw clicked shut.

Azzi didn’t reach for her.

Not at first.

She reached into her tiny purse.

And pulled out something small. Silver. Familiar.

Paige’s eyes widened as Azzi raised the bullet vibrator between two fingers like she was showing off a secret.

“You brought that?”

Azzi didn’t answer. Just smirked.

Paige’s breath caught as Azzi stepped in close, pressing her gently back against the cool tile wall. Her legs parted instinctively, welcoming the heat. The want.

Azzi kissed her once, deep and slow, and then slipped a hand under the hem of her shorts—no hesitation.

The vibrator came to life with a low hum.

And then it was on her.

Right through her underwear, pressed against her clit—perfectly placed, already devastating.

Paige gasped, had to bite her own wrist to stay quiet.

Azzi watched her. Eyes locked. Controlled. Unforgiving.

She didn’t tease with words. She let the pressure do it for her. Let the rhythm wind Paige tighter and tighter until she was trembling, thighs flexing, hips twitching just so—

And then Azzi pulled it away.

“Fuck—” Paige choked out, grabbing for Azzi’s shoulder.

Azzi gave her a look.

Paige stilled.

The vibrator came back. Pressed harder this time. The friction through soaked fabric was unbearable. Too much.

“I’m—I’m dripping,” Paige whispered, barely audible. “Az, please.”

Azzi didn’t say a word. Instead, she shut off the vibrator—again. She was ruthless. Pulling her close. Then pulling her back. Over and over. Paige was losing it.

“Are you gonna edge me all night?” she whispered, voice raw.

Azzi didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Paige let her head fall back against the tile with a soft thud. “You’re actually insane.”

The vibrator clicked off for the last time, silence crashing down in its place, well except for the muffled bass from the club’s sound system. Paige was wrecked—shaking, panting, a whimper caught in her throat as Azzi calmly cleaned the toy and slid it back into that tiny purse like this was just a regular night out.

“Okay. So you hate me. That’s what this is,” Paige muttered.

Azzi smiled, leaned in close. “You know I do it cause I love you.”

Paige didn’t move for a long second.

Still leaned back against the cool tile, legs shaking, heart in her throat. Her boxers clung wetly to her skin. Her whole body was screaming.

She let out a ragged breath.

“I need a minute,” she muttered.

Azzi smiled—smug, satisfied—but gentle now. She stepped forward and tucked herself into Paige’s side without a word, looping her arms around her waist. They stood like that for a while, swaying a little to the dull thump of music outside the stall. Paige rested her forehead against Azzi’s collarbone, body still humming.

She kissed her there—soft, just above the neckline of her dress.

Then again, higher.

Then her jaw.

“Still pissed at you,” she mumbled.

“Mm-hmm.”

Paige kissed her again. “Hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I know, I love you so much,” she said, lips brushing Azzi’s skin. “Like. So fucking much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She kept whispering it, over and over again, in between little kisses—like she couldn’t stop. Like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

“I love you. I love you. God, I’m still mad for edging me. But I love you.”

Azzi chuckled a little and just held her tighter. Let her body relax after all the teasing. Eventually, they pulled apart, still quiet, still warm, and stepped out of the stall.

The mirror was a situation.

Paige blinked at her reflection. “Holy shit.”

Her hair was everywhere. Her lips were swollen. There was lipstick smudged up one cheek, and a faded streak of foundation across her chin.

She turned to Azzi. “Okay, this is your fault.”

Azzi laughed. “I think we are equally to blame here.”

“Nah, deadass, this one’s on you.”

“No one made you follow me in here, baby.”

“Shut up.” Paige reached for a paper towel and dabbed at her mouth, trying to clean off the lipstick. “This is fucking crazy.”

“You weren’t complaining five minutes ago.”

Paige rolled her eyes, managing to get most of the lipstick off. Her chin, though—that was another story. She kept rubbing, but the foundation was stubborn as hell. “Why is this on me like that?”

Azzi was grinning way too hard. “Longwear. Expensive. Good luck.”

“Longwear? How the fuck did it get on me then? I swear to God, Azzi—everyone’s gonna see it.”

“And?”

“I’m gonna get cooked.” “Oh, for sure.” Paige groaned, dragging a hand down her face—but the smile was already breaking through. Azzi just grinned, reached over to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, then kissed her temple. “Still worth it?” Paige looked at her, all ruined affection. “Always.”

***********

They found a booth tucked into the back—half-shadowed, half-claimed already by other WNBA players and their girls. The energy had softened. Louder laughs, slower movement. Drinks sweating on the table.

Paige slid in first, Azzi right behind her. Closer than necessary.

The alcohol was catching up. So was everything else.

Paige could still feel the phantom buzz between her legs, muscles tight from being edged to hell and back. Her limbs were loose now, but her brain was shot—adrift in want and skin and the echo of Azzi’s mouth in her ear.

Azzi wasn’t doing any better.

She was pressed up against her side, thigh-to-thigh, the heat between them constant. They were holding hands—casual, almost—and Paige could feel Azzi’s thumb playing with her ring, spinning it gently, back and forth. Paige did the same with hers.

Who knew this kind of touching could be foreplay.

Apparently, it could.

The longer it went on—Azzi’s fingers brushing hers, Azzi’s mouth close when she laughed at something someone across the table said—the more Paige’s nerves lit up again.

Azzi’s restraint was thinning. Paige could see it.

She was looking at her too much. Touching her like she didn’t remember they were still in public.

Her girl in white. Paige, in that damn cream sweater, legs crossed, hair tucked behind one ear, cheeks a little flushed from the warmth of the room and maybe the wine.

Azzi was gone for her.

Paige felt it in every glance. Every press of fingers.

But Paige wasn’t any better. Because God, she was being such a simp.

Asking if Azzi needed anything. Water, another drink, a snack. Checking if her feet hurt. Letting her lean in and rest against her when she started to shift uncomfortably in her seat.

At one point, when the booth got too crowded and Azzi half-stood to find more space, Paige just reached for her, pulled her straight into her lap. No hesitation. Azzi went willingly, letting herself sink back against Paige’s chest. Her arms wrapped around her like it was nothing to show this sort of public display of affection now. 

She rested her chin on Azzi’s shoulder, one hand drifting to her calf, thumb working slow, small circles into the muscle like she was trying to undo the tension herself. Her fingers mapped along the line of her shin, pausing at the curve of her ankle, grounding herself in the feel of Azzi’s skin under her palm. She didn’t even realize how much she was touching her until Azzi shifted slightly, like the pressure was doing something to her, too. Paige didn’t stop. She couldn’t. It was the only way to keep her hands busy—to keep from completely losing it.

It wasn’t sexual. Not outright. But they were both hanging on by a thread at this point. 

************

They said their goodbyes, slipped out a side door, and into the quiet of the night.

The Uber pulled up fast and they climbed in—Azzi sliding in first, Paige right behind her—and as soon as the door shut, Paige leaned in. Real close. So close her lips brushed the shell of Azzi’s ear.

Her voice was low. Quiet. Just for her.

“So you know,” Paige whispered, “you’re paying for everything you did tonight.”

Azzi turned slightly, her mouth already curving into a smile.

“I’m serious,” Paige murmured. “You think edging me for hours was cute?”

She dragged her fingers lightly along Azzi’s thigh, not enough to be obvious—just enough to remind her.

“I’m gonna keep you on the edge so long you forget what it feels like to breathe. I’m not letting you come until you’re begging.”

Azzi swallowed hard.

“And I’m gonna do it slow. No shortcuts. You’re gonna feel everything. Every second. Just like I did.”

Azzi’s hand clenched gently around Paige’s knee, her other arm crossed tight over her stomach like that could hold her together. Paige smiled against her skin as Azzi tilted her head slightly, eyes still forward, cheeks flushed, just as the car took a left and the hotel came into view. 

Then she leaned back just enough to whisper one last thing. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your own name.”

Azzi’s exhale was soft. Shaky.

As soon as the Uber pulled up to their hotel, Paige was practically dragging Azzi up to the room. The keycard couldn’t give them the green light quick enough. 

And Paige didn’t wait.

Her hands were already on Azzi’s hips, lifting—like instinct—and Azzi went willingly, legs wrapping around her, mouth catching hers mid-motion. The kiss was deep, slow, threaded with heat that had been sitting under Paige’s skin for hours.

Azzi’s back hit the wall with a soft thud. A picture frame above them knocked loose, tipped sideways, and fell with a flat, apologetic clatter.

They both laughed against each other’s mouths.

Didn’t stop kissing.

Paige pressed harder into her, tongue sweeping Azzi’s lower lip, hands gripping under the hem of her dress, palms full of her ass. Firm squeeze. Deep groan.

Azzi’s head tipped back as Paige’s lips moved lower. Down her throat, along her collarbone, mouth open and desperate.

Then she found her chest—still wrapped in that delicate black lace—and latched on, sucking a nipple through the fabric, tongue pressing hard before her teeth sank in just enough to drag a gasp out of Azzi. Her back arched on instinct, a raw, broken sound tearing from her throat.

Paige didn’t slow down. She carried her to the bed, tossed her onto it with a little force, and was on her belt within seconds.

Azzi grinned, breathless. “Damn, babe—”

But Paige was already standing.

Looking down at her. Dark eyes. Wild restraint.

“Take off the thong.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

“Now.”

Azzi did. Peeled it down slow, not teasing—just trying to catch up.

Paige crossed the room without a word, went straight to Azzi’s purse, and pulled out the vibrator—cool metal glinting in her hand like a threat. She brought it back, stood at the edge of the bed, and held it out to her. Azzi stared, wide-eyed, breath catching, already knowing exactly what was coming.

“You’re gonna edge yourself,” Paige said softly. “Like you did to me.”

Azzi opened her mouth. Closed it.

She wanted to argue. Maybe even push back. But then she really looked at Paige. Her flushed cheeks. Her eyes—wild, heavy, begging and commanding all at once.

She gave a tiny nod.

“Okay,” she whispered. “You want a show?”

Paige dragged the armchair to the foot of the bed and sat, legs spread, hands gripping the sides like she needed the grounding. Azzi leaned back against the pillows, spread herself open, vibrator in hand, and started—slow, intentional. The sound was barely there, swallowed by breath and tension and the slick, wet rhythm of her fingers. Paige watched, locked in—eyes fixed on where Azzi touched herself, mouth parted, chest barely rising, like watching her was the only thing keeping her alive.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Paige said quietly.

Azzi whimpered.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come undone for me.”

Paige leaned forward, elbows on her knees, voice low. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”

Azzi nodded, shaky.

“But you’re not gonna.”

A full-body tremor ran through her.

“Not until I say.”

Azzi pushed herself closer, hips twitching, thighs flexing, toes curling tight against the sheets as the pressure built. Her breath caught, a broken sound stuttering from her mouth—and that’s when Paige stood, crossed the room in three sure strides, grabbed the vibrator out of her hand, and threw it. It smacked the far wall hard enough to knock the batteries out. 

Azzi gasped, stunned and already shaking.

Then Paige’s mouth was on her—but she didn’t go straight for it. She could’ve, God, she wanted to, but that wasn’t what this was. This wasn’t about the quick rush, the frantic finish. This was about control. About holding Azzi in that aching place just long enough to break her down. About giving back everything she’d been put through. And then some.

Paige dragged her hands slowly up Azzi’s thighs, watching the way the muscles jumped beneath her touch. Her lips hovered low. Close. Breathing her in. She could smell her—sharp and sweet, drenched, and Paige swore she could taste it in the air.

She parted her with her thumbs, gentle but firm. Made Azzi stay open.

Then, finally, her mouth.

Tongue deep—slow at first, impossibly slow. She eased in like she was getting reacquainted, like she hadn’t had her on her tongue all weekend long.

Azzi gasped, hips twitching, but Paige pinned her in place.

She knew what she was doing.

Each flick, each press, each drag of her tongue was deliberate. Measured. Just enough to spark. Never enough to finish.

Azzi’s head tipped back. Her fists clenched the sheets. “Fuck—”

Paige didn’t speak. Just kept working her.

Hands gripping her thighs, mouth relentless. She circled her clit. Flattened her tongue. Pulled back. Pressed in again—deeper, wetter, slower.

Azzi started to shake. Her legs tightened around Paige’s shoulders.

Paige felt her building—knew exactly what her body did when she got close—and that’s when she stopped.

Just lifted her mouth. Blew cool air across soaked skin.

Azzi sobbed.

“No, no, no, don’t stop—”

Paige kissed the inside of her thigh. “Not yet.”

And she started over.

Slower this time. Teasing. Lapping lazy strokes, avoiding the one spot Azzi needed. One hand spread her open again, the other gripping her knee to keep her still.

It happened again.

And again.

Paige edged her five times—maybe six. She lost count. Azzi’s thighs were trembling violently now. Her stomach convulsed with every retreat. Her chest heaved, flushed and desperate.

Her voice was gone. Nothing left but broken, wrecked whimpers.

“Please,” Azzi managed, “please, I can’t—”

“You can,” Paige murmured, lips brushing slick skin. “You will.”

And then she went back in—this time with two fingers, slow and deliberate, sliding in deep. Azzi arched off the bed, wild and silent, mouth open in a scream that never fully landed. Paige latched onto her clit, tongue firm and unrelenting, sucking just enough to tilt her right to the edge—and then stopped. Fingers still buried inside. Mouth gone. Leaving Azzi suspended in the burn of almost.

Azzi screamed.

“Paige—”

Paige leaned up, kissed her stomach, breath shaking. Her chin was soaked. Her sweater was damp where it had brushed skin. She was wrecked herself, but she wasn’t done.

“You feel that?” Paige murmured, fingers dragging slow, curling deep. “How fucking wet you are baby? How close I’ve got you? That’s mine—you don’t come till I say.”

Azzi nodded helplessly.

“This pussy’s mine,” Paige muttered, voice low and wrecked, fingers still buried deep. “You’re soaked for me. You know that, right? I did this to you.”

She kissed her way down again.

No warning.

Mouth and fingers in tandem now. Unrelenting. She curled inside and sucked at the same time—just right. Over and over. A ruthless rhythm. Every nerve exposed.

Azzi came apart.

Not in one clean wave—but in gasping, stuttering shocks. Her body convulsed. Her legs locked. Her hand shot out, grabbing Paige’s hair—not pulling, just holding on.

Her voice cracked. Paige could barely hear it:

“Yours. I’m—yours—”

That’s when Paige finally let go.

She worked her through every pulse, every shudder, mouth wet, unbothered, consumed by it. Azzi’s slick coated her lips, her cheeks, her fingers—everywhere—and Paige didn’t care. Didn’t stop until Azzi was twitching under her, begging through broken gasps for mercy.

Only then did she pull back.

Her face was flushed. Wrecked. Proud.

She crawled up Azzi’s body, hands braced on either side of her head, and kissed her like it was a promise.

Azzi tasted herself on Paige’s mouth.

She grabbed the dress at Azzi’s hips and pulled. The thin fabric gave way in two rips—clean, unforgiving. The sound it made wasn’t subtle. A hard, clean rip, right down the center seam. Then another. Paige didn’t stop until the whole thing split beneath her hands, sliding off Azzi’s body like water.

“Never wearing that dress again,” Paige breathed.

Azzi gasped—half shocked, half turned on—and let out a breathless laugh. “That was expensive, babe—what the hell.”

“You’re not wearing that shit out again,” Paige said, eyes dark, mouth still slick with her.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Little jealous?”

Paige didn’t blink.

“Yeah,” she said, voice low and rough. “That dress had everyone looking.”

She leaned in, mouth brushing Azzi’s ear, breath still ragged.

“But I’m the one who gets to have you.”

Paige leaned in, kissed her slow and deep, then stood—already turning toward her bag in the corner, intent written all over her. Azzi watched her go, stretched out like a cat in the wreckage of the bed, one eyebrow raised.

She knew exactly what Paige was going for.

“Mm,” Azzi hummed, voice soft but loaded. “Baby, wait.”

Paige glanced back, smirking, but also a little confused.

Azzi sat up slowly, letting the sheet fall from her chest. “Got something new to try.”

Paige glanced over, brows raised. “Is that right?”

Azzi nodded toward her duffel on the chair. “Go to my bag.”

Paige dragged herself off the bed with a low groan, already half-smiling. “You really packed multiple toys for All-Star weekend?”

“Obviously.”

She laughed, shaking her head as she unzipped the side pouch. “You’re a dirty fucking girl.”

But her smirk vanished the second she saw what Azzi meant. It wasn’t just a new strap—it was a double. Sleek pink silicone, one end curved to fit snugly inside, the other slightly longer, straight, ready. Paige stared at it, then back at Azzi.

“Oh shit, babe.”

Azzi gave her that smug little shrug. “Told you I came prepared.”

Paige held it in her hand, weighing it, imagining what it was about to feel like—what it was about to do to her. Her throat went dry.

“You’re a menace,” she muttered.

Azzi crooked a finger, calling her back. “Come here.”

Paige stayed at the foot of the bed and passed it to her instead—still a little stunned. Azzi took it, smooth and deliberate, then got on her knees, crawling to the edge, ass high in the air. Paige’s breath hitched.

She was going to take her just like that later. Exactly like that.

But the thought shattered when she felt the pressure—Azzi guiding the shorter, internal end up into her, slow and steady. Paige gasped, the stretch catching her by surprise. And then came the pressure—direct, perfect—as the hilt pressed flush against her clit.

“Fuck—” she hissed.

And then Azzi moved forward.

Took the other end into her mouth.

Paige almost collapsed.

The suction, the tension, the subtle pull as Azzi bobbed her head—it was unreal. Like getting head and being fucked at the same time. Paige could feel every motion, her clit throbbing against the base with each slow pull.

Her hips jerked forward, involuntary.

“Jesus, Azzi—what the fuck—”

Azzi didn’t stop. Just kept going, slow and relentless. Letting Paige ride the toy without even moving her hands.

Paige could barely breathe.

It felt too good. Too much.

Like the toy wasn’t between them—it was part of her. Azzi’s mouth was pulling at her clit through the toy like it was wired to her nervous system.

She tipped forward, one hand braced on Azzi’s shoulder. “You—fuck—you found this? Where?”

Azzi didn’t answer—just moaned around the toy, tongue dragging slow and obscene.

Paige’s hips jerked.

“God—fuck—keep going, baby. Just like that.”

Azzi hummed around the shaft again, a little louder this time and the vibration made Paige see stars.

She slapped at her shoulder, panting. “Stop. Stop, babe. You’re—fuck—you’re driving me crazy.”

Azzi pulled off slowly, letting her lips drag along the toy with a slick, wet slide—spit clinging in a thin string as she released it, glossy and obscene, stretched from her mouth to the shaft before it finally snapped and slid down Paige’s thigh.

Paige was breathing like she’d just run suicides. She looked down at her, hair messy, lips wet, toy glistening between them.

“Where the hell did you get this?” she demanded again, voice shaking.

Azzi just grinned, wicked and satisfied. “Told you. I came prepared.” Then she started to shift, ready to flop onto her back, but Paige caught her by the hips.

“Nuh uh,” she breathed, voice thick and gravel-edged. “Turn around.”

Azzi froze for a beat—then exhaled, low and knowing. “Oh.”

She turned, slow, graceful even now, knees sinking into the bed, elbows bracing as she arched her back. That curve in her spine was deadly, and Paige took a second just to look.

Then she lined up behind her.

Slid in slow.

Azzi let out the kind of sound that punched straight through Paige’s core—guttural, honest, wrecked.

The thrusts started steady, deliberate—Paige sinking in slow, savoring the stretch, the obscene wet glide of the toy between them. Skin slapping soft at first, then louder, sharper, until the room was filled with it. Azzi was already soaked, slick running down her thighs, and every time Paige bottomed out, she could hear it—filthy, sticky, perfect.

But it wasn’t just the sound, or the pressure—it was the feel of it.

The double made everything different. Intimate. More intense. The stretch was deeper, the connection more visceral. With every thrust into Azzi, the toy pressed harder against Paige’s clit, inside her, like they were wired to the same fuse, like every motion sparked in both of them.

It blurred the line between who was fucking and who was being fucked.

Azzi pushed back into her with every movement, ass bouncing, spine arched, giving it all up like she needed it. Paige was wrecked—fucking her like she meant to leave a mark, chasing that drag of heat that built with every grind of the toy against her own body.

She could feel herself dripping, thighs soaked, clit crushed in a way that made her legs weak. The toy didn’t just rub—it dug, every thrust dragging more friction across the exact spot that made her eyes roll back.

They were moaning loud now—raw, wrecked, no shame. Paige tightened her grip on Azzi’s hips, dragged her back rougher, harder, like she was trying to drive the toy through both of them.

And God, it felt like she was.

“Fucking—God,” Paige groaned, jaw clenched.

She was close. They were close. She could feel it in the rhythm of Azzi’s body, the way she was starting to shake.

So Paige pulled out.

Azzi whined, head dropping between her arms—but Paige wasn’t done.

“Turn over,” she panted, already crawling on top. “Wanna see you.”

Azzi flipped onto her back, hair a mess across the pillows, pupils blown wide.

Paige slid back in—deep. Their hips met, flush and hot, sweat slicking their skin. She braced herself above Azzi, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in, moving in tandem like nothing else existed.

And then it hit—everything all at once. Paige couldn’t hold it in anymore.

The love. The ache. The need.

“Doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together,” she whispered, voice cracking. “Can’t ever get enough of you, baby.”

Azzi whimpered, too far gone to speak.

“You been it for as long as I can remember,” Paige kept going, hips stuttering. “Can’t wait to marry you, Az. I fucking love you.”

Azzi’s eyes rolled back, lips parted, barely breathing.

“Can’t wait to have kids… a family… fuck—can’t believe you’re mine—”

She didn’t even realize she was crying until Azzi cupped the side of her face.

“Baby,” Azzi choked out, “I’m the lucky one—you’re fucking perfect. You’re perfect for me.”

Their mouths met in a kiss that was more gasp than coordination, more love than precision. And when they came, it was together—bodies locked, shaking, everything spilling over in a heat that had nowhere else to go. 

And then collapsed on top of her, breath still broken, body trembling, skin hot and tacky with sweat. She didn’t even have the strength to pull out yet. The double still linked them—one end buried deep inside Azzi, the other nestled snug inside Paige, every nerve ending lit up and strung out.

Azzi's arms wrapped loosely around her back, legs tangled beneath her, both of them too fucked out to speak.

For a while, they just breathed.

And then Azzi shifted.

Just a little.

Paige groaned—loud and helpless—the slightest movement dragging the toy inside her, sparking overstimulation that made her entire body twitch.

“Nope,” she croaked, voice shredded. “Can’t. Not yet.”

Azzi laughed, soft and smug. “Sorry, baby.”

Paige kissed her temple, then eased out, slow and careful. Both of them winced. Her legs were shaking as she stood up, and she didn’t bother hiding it.

“Let’s take a bath,” she muttered, already heading to the massive hotel tub.

Azzi stretched lazily on the bed, then finally followed, voice sweet and tired. “Sounds great, baby.”

Ten minutes later, they were curled up together in the water, limbs tangled, heads resting against each other’s shoulders. Paige poured warm water down Azzi’s back. Azzi ran her fingers through Paige’s hair. They washed each other like it mattered, like they meant it, every touch unhurried.

They talked, laughed, traced bruises, kissed lazily—doing everything they could to ignore what tomorrow would feel like. Being apart again.

The bath had long started to cool, but neither of them moved. Azzi shifted, water lapping softly at their skin, and nestled closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hey.”

Paige turned her head, brushed her lips against Azzi’s hair. “Yeah?”

Azzi hesitated, then let it out, quiet and sure. “I’m so proud of you.”

Paige looked at her, eyes soft, heart full. “I’m proud of you, babe. More than I could ever say.”

She reached for her gently, fingers trailing along her jaw before pulling her in for a kiss—slow, tender, the kind that said home.

When they parted, Paige stayed close, foreheads touching. “Always,” she murmured. “In every lifetime, it’s you.”

[teamfueckers]

Travel Day (part 3)

a/n: okay last part of this unplanned mini series! pazzi joining the mile high club. little plot, lots of smut :)

warnings: sexual content, minors DNI, NSFW

happy reading thirsty babes 💦

The plane was silent, just as early flights always seemed to be, with low lights, stale air, and people curled up in what could only be called sleep. It was just after five in the morning, and nobody had the will to talk. Not even the coaches. A cough erupted from the middle row. The rest of the noises came from the constant hum of the engines and the occasional sound of a snack bag being opened or rustled. Outside, the sky hadn't even bothered to get lighter yet. 

In the very back, slouched in her seat was Paige, her hoodie pulled low over her head, her one leg bent, while her other leg stretched long into Azzi's seat, like she owned it. Her hand lay in Azzi’s lap, their fingers tangled beneath the blanket, a habit formed after years together at this point. Paige hadn’t stopped touching her since they got on the plane. Well, since they woke up this morning, really. 

Azzi smiled to herself, still a little sore from the night before. Okay—more than a little. Everything still ached in the best possible way. Paige had been nothing but soft since the second they woke up. All sleepy kisses and slow hands, whispering “sorry for wrecking you” with the guiltiest grin on her face, while she helped Azzi tie her shoes and carried both their bags through the hotel lobby. Earlier, she’d even packed Azzi’s things for her, carefully folding each shirt like it might bruise if she rushed.

Paige looked half-asleep with one AirPod in, playing some music, but she knew she wasn’t tired, just relaxed. Her thumb kept stroking across Azzi’s knuckles like a metronome, rhythmic and soothing.

Azzi leaned in until her shoulder bumped Paige’s. “You tired?.”

Paige didn’t open her eyes. “Nah, not really.”

“You’re being very clingy this morning.”

Paige cracked one eye open, glanced at her, then dropped a soft kiss to Azzi’s temple. “You complaining?”

Azzi blushed and buried her face against Paige’s shoulder, trying to hide her smile. “No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

She squeezed Azzi’s hand tighter under the blanket. A quiet pause followed—soft breathing, steady warmth between them, the sound of someone snoring a few rows up. Somewhere near the front, they could hear Arike and Lala quietly whispering, laughing over something they were watching. Most of the team was knocked out—coaches included.

Paige tilted her head until it rested on top of Azzi’s. “Still sore?”

Azzi huffed a soft laugh. “Obviously.”

She felt Paige smirk before she saw it. Felt the way her body leaned in, that quiet shift like gravity pulling them closer. There was tension, yes, but it was wrapped in something tender—like Paige couldn’t decide if she wanted to tease her or kiss her again.

Azzi had other ideas in mind.

She shifted a little closer, gently untangling their hands beneath the blanket. Her fingers trailed away, slow and deliberate, then brushed lightly over the waistband of Paige’s sweatpants—teasing without warning, like she was just testing the water.

Paige froze, barely glancing down. “Az…”

Azzi didn’t look up. “You’ve been clingy all morning. I’m just… meeting you halfway.”

She dipped below the waistband without hesitation, the warmth of Paige already pulling her in. Azzi ran the pad of her middle finger along Paige’s center over her boxers with a touch that was just barely there. Paige clenched her jaw, keeping her eyes on the seat in front of her as her breathing shifted, feeling how quickly her boxers were dampening.

“We’re gonna get caught,” she whispered through a stiff smile.

Azzi nuzzled in closer, like she was just trying to get comfortable, like the sudden shift in her lap wasn’t deliberate. Her nose pressed into the side of Paige’s neck. “Only if you’re loud,” she murmured, the words light, but her hand wasn’t playing anymore. 

Her fingers slipped inside Paige’s boxers. Paige’s breath caught in her throat. Azzi's fingers didn't move directly in, though she hovered there, fingertips gliding over the sensitive skin on her upper thigh, grazing her center every now and again, soft and aimless, like she didn't even know that she was already ruining Paige with intention.

Paige clenched her jaw, back stiff, trying to not respond. Trying to play it cool. And then Azzi pressed her palm flat against Paige’s clit, curling a finger up and inside her wet pussy—no warning, no build. Just knowing exactly how to do it. Paige’s hips twitched forward off instinct. She grabbed the armrest, trying to anchor herself, trying to hold on.

“Jesus,” Paige hissed as quietly as she could, trying not to move too much. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Azzi smirked into her shoulder, breath soft against Paige’s neck. “Just want to make you feel good, baby.”

Paige hesitated before answering. She was staring off into space, fixating on the back of the seat in front of her like it would give her strength not to totally fall apart. Her pulse was thumping all over her neck, her chest, her thighs, pounding against Azzi's knuckles.

She swallowed hard.

“You’re seriously gonna finger me on a team flight?” Paige muttered, voice tense.

It wasn’t just risky—it was reckless. Stupid. A bad idea that felt too good to say no to.

“Actually, I thought we could finger each other,” Azzi whispered back.

She reached for Paige’s hand, threading their fingers briefly before guiding it between her thighs, slow and steady. There was no hesitation, just that quiet confidence Azzi always wore when she had Paige exactly where she wanted her.

Paige let her, barely breathing now.

Azzi slipped Paige’s fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts, her muscles tensing just slightly at the contact. Paige’s hand slid in and stilled.

Then—heat. Wet. Immediate.

Paige gasped quietly, lips parting as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Her fingers curled instinctively, pressing into slick, soft skin that made her stomach drop.

"Jesus," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "You're soaked.”

Azzi tilted her head slightly, the edge of her mouth catching the ghost of a smile. “Yeah,” she breathed, not even trying to be coy. “That’s your fault, P.”

Paige groaned softly, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip. Her hand couldn’t help but keep moving—slow, gentle, rubbing careful circles that made Azzi’s breath stutter. Her thighs twitched. She turned her face into Paige’s neck, biting down on the fabric of her hoodie to keep from making a sound.

God, this was so hot—too hot. Having to keep it quiet, feeling every little shake and gasp Azzi tried not to make—it was driving her insane.

They moved in tandem beneath the blanket, all heat and friction, hands buried deep and working in a slow, stuttering rhythm. Azzi's fingers curled just right, hitting that spot that made Paige gasp and buck, her hips jerking forward—hard enough to knock her knee into the seat ahead. Paige bit down a moan, her free hand clutching the edge of the cushion like she needed something to anchor her.

Someone stirred. A grunt. A cough.

Then silence.

Paige shifted her hand slightly, Azzi’s fingers still buried deep in her. She let her own middle and ring fingers drag across Azzi’s slick cunt in short, precise motions. 

One stroke. Then another. Then another.

She moved her fingers thoughtfully, tenderly, like she was writing something secret against Azzi’s skin. Each stroke careful, lingering, like a message only the two of them would ever understand.

Azzi trembled, breath catching as the pattern clicked into place.

Paige was spelling something.

N. A. U. G. H. T. Y.

By the time she got to the Y, Azzi was wrecked—hips twitching, a whimper slipping out before she could stop it. It was definitely loud enough for someone close by to hear. 

Paige froze.

They heard a creak of a seat shifting. 

Paige turned her head just enough to whisper in her ear, “You better keep quiet.”

“You first,” Azzi breathed, rocking her hips into Paige’s hand with a little more intention. She was not about to stop now. 

Paige got the hint and continued rubbing her pussy— tighter, firmer than before. Azzi began swirling her fingers inside Paige to return the favor, making sure to hit every spot within her.

The air between them felt like it might snap. Paige couldn’t stay still—her thighs were shaking, muscles clenched tight, holding on like that might keep her from falling over the edge. Her breath was shallow and she kept cursing under her breath. Her jaw locked. She was trying to keep it together, but her body had other plans. 

She was losing it—and she knew it.

“Shit, Azzi—fuck, I’m—” Paige’s voice cracked as she buried her face against her shoulder, hand twisting in the hoodie.

Azzi knew she was close. She angled her wrist and pushed in deeper, fingers curling hard, grazing against the spongy part over and over again. It was intentional, filthy, she wanted to wreck Paige. Her palm ground down against Paige’s clit with rough, practiced pressure, dragging across it in tight, brutal circles. The slick sounds of it started to rise, faint but unmistakable under the blanket—wet, obscene—but they were too far gone to care. 

Azzi leaned in, her mouth brushing Paige’s ear. “You hear that?” she whispered, breath hot and shaky. “That’s you. Dripping all over my hand.”

Paige whimpered, clutching at her wrist like it would slow her down. It didn’t.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” Azzi kept going, voice low, sharp with want. “So fucking wet—fuck, Paige, you’re so easy for me.”

Paige didn’t even flinch. She bit down hard, barely breathing, riding it out because stopping wasn’t even an option anymore. Her body snapped tight all at once—legs twitching, a sound tearing loose from her throat before she could swallow it down.

There was nothing gentle in it now. Just need. And the mess they were both making of each other at thirty-six thousand feet.

Paige came first, mouth open in a silent gasp, whole body shivering under the blanket. She pressed her forehead to Azzi’s temple and shook through it, holding her breath like it could save her.

Azzi followed seconds later. Paige’s fingers worked her through the edge, soft but relentless, and Azzi bit Paige’s shoulder to keep from crying out. Her thighs shook, clamping around Paige’s wrist. Her eyes squeezed shut.

And just like that, it was over. Breathless. Sticky. Intimate.

Neither of them moved at first. Paige’s hand still rested in Azzi’s lap, fingers slick and trembling. Azzi’s head was tucked against her shoulder, chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven pulls. The blanket felt too warm now. The air between them was thick with it—what they’d done. What they didn’t regret.

Paige blinked hard, trying to get her breathing under control, but her body was still humming. She could smell it on her fingers. Feel it clinging to her skin.

Azzi shifted first. Barely. She reached over and grabbed Paige’s coffee cup like she was going for a sip. Instead, she “accidentally” tipped it—right into her own lap.

“Shit,” she hissed, shooting upright.

Paige jumped, startled. “What—?”

“I spilled it,” Azzi said louder, waving toward the aisle. “It’s fine—just on me. I got it.”

From up ahead, Nai turned slightly in her seat. “Y’all good?”

“All good!” Azzi called back, already grabbing her bag off the floor. She stood halfway and glanced down at her soaked shorts, lifting the fabric away from her thighs with a grimace. “Spilled it straight into my lap. Gonna go clean up before it sets or smells like burnt milk the whole flight.”

She didn’t wait for a response—just slipped into the aisle, calm and unbothered, like it was nothing but bad luck and bad aim.

Paige watched her go, heart still thudding like a bass drum in her chest—loud, unrelenting, way too close to the surface. Her thighs were still trembling under the blanket. Her fingers curled slightly, like they could still feel the shape of Azzi wrapped around them.

She didn’t even try to pretend she was okay.

Azzi walked up the aisle like nothing had happened, hips swaying just enough to make Paige want to ruin her all over again. The coffee stain was spreading across her shorts, a clear mark of the mess they’d made, and the worst part was—Azzi didn’t look flustered.

She looked smug.

Holy fuck.

Paige exhaled slowly, trying to pull it together, but her body wasn’t listening. Her pulse was still out of rhythm.Her hands wouldn’t stop twitching. She felt like she was wearing the guilt of it on her face—but also, somewhere deeper, the pride.

They'd just done that. On a team flight. Surrounded by teammates. Coaches.

And Paige had let her. Had begged, in her own way.

You’re gonna get us caught. Only if you’re loud.

God, she was so screwed.

And yet—thirty seconds later, she was on her feet. Following Azzi down the aisle like she didn’t have a choice.

The door clicked shut behind her with a soft thud. Paige stood there for a second, saying nothing, her pulse still too loud in her ears to think straight.

Azzi was already at the mirror when Paige walked in—hip cocked against the counter, like she’d been waiting. Her shorts were shoved down to her knees, thighs slick and glistening, no shame in how wrecked she still looked. She didn’t turn right away. Just lifted her fingers to her mouth, slow and deliberate, sucking them clean with a hum.

“Took you long enough,” she said, eyes meeting Paige’s in the mirror. “You taste so fucking good.”

Paige just stared at her. For a second. Maybe longer. Her brain still felt like it was catching up to what they’d done—or maybe what they were still about to do.

“You are…” Paige began, voice low and raw, “such a fucking menace.”

“I mean,” Azzi said casually, lifting an eyebrow, “I did say I needed to clean up.”

Her eyes dragged down Azzi’s legs—over the mess, the sheen, the slick shine catching in the light. Paige didn’t have words. Just a low, involuntary groan, like her brain had short-circuited from how insanely hot her girl looked right now.

Azzi smiled like she’d won something. “You gonna help me out or just stand there drooling?” Paige nodded, dumbly, uselessly—completely gone for her.

Azzi slid her shorts the rest of the way off and let them fall—wet fabric hitting the floor with a quiet, ugly slap. Then she leaned back, bracing herself on the counter, legs parting wide, head tilted like she was daring Paige to make the next move.

Paige’s chest went tight. Hot all over again.

She didn’t move right away—just stepped in closer, slow and deliberate. Her hand grazed Azzi’s thigh, but instead of reaching between her legs, she dipped her head, tongue dragging a slow line up the coffee-sticky skin. She hummed like she was actually tasting it, then looked up with a wicked glint in her eye.

“Guess I’ll start with breakfast,” she murmured—tongue sliding through slick folds like she’d been starving for it, groaning against her like the taste alone was enough to undo her.

Azzi gasped.

“I gotta be quick,” Paige said quietly, her voice low but warm—thick with heat and care all at once. Not a threat. Not a warning. Just a fact, spoken like a promise she’d still make feel good, even if it wrecked them both.

That warmth hit against Azzi’s pussy just as hard as the words did—settling deep in her chest, even as her body tensed in anticipation. She nodded fast, breathless. “Yeah—okay. Just… just do it.”

She gripped the counter behind her, heart hammering, already aching for what was coming. Because when Paige said quick, it never meant rushed. It meant devastating.

Paige didn’t need more. Her tongue was already working her over, fast and filthy, dragging through slickness with single-minded focus. She sucked Azzi’s clit into her mouth, tongue circling in tight, ruthless patterns, moaning low like she couldn’t get enough of the taste. Her hands gripped the backs of Azzi’s thighs, fingers digging in just enough to bruise, holding her steady as she rocked against Paige’s mouth.

It was messy. Loud. Obscene. Wet sounds and broken gasps swallowed by the hum of the plane around them.

The plane flew on. Steady. Silent. Oblivious. Paige pulled back just a breath, her mouth still hot and glistening, tongue flicking once more for emphasis before she spoke.

“Still not clean.”

[teamfueckers]

Travel Day (part 2)

a/n: here is a part two per request, a little bit more build up, but a lot more smut. send reactions if you feel like it, would love to hear if you enjoyed this!

warnings: minors DNI, NSFW

happy reading horny mfs 💦

The plane was barely off the runway and Paige was already bored. Azzi sat beside her, curled up in a hoodie, headphones in, pretending not to notice Paige’s wandering hand inching along the armrest.

Paige, of course, noticed everything. Especially the way Azzi’s thigh tensed when their legs touched. Or how her jaw clenched ever so slightly when Paige whispered something obscene into her ear just before takeoff.

“I swear to God,” Azzi said through clenched teeth, eyes on her iPad but voice low enough that only Paige could hear, “you are asking for it.”

Paige just grinned, shifting closer. “You keep saying that, but I haven’t gotten it yet.”

She ran her fingers down the outside seam of Azzi’s sweatpants, slow and intentional. Azzi swatted her hand away, but her smirk gave her away. Paige figured she’d pushed things as far as she could for now. The antics would continue later tonight once they settled into their hotel room. 

But then came the turbulence.

Azzi had been walking through the aisle to make her way back to her seat after talking with Lala and there was a jostle on the plane that sent Azzi lurching right into Paige’s lap with a yelp.

“Oh, hi,” Paige said, entirely too smug, gripping Azzi’s hips like she meant it.

Azzi rolled her eyes, trying to right herself, but Paige didn’t let go. So Azzi decided to join in on the game Paige had been playing all morning, grinding her ass back into her. She could feel Paige’s grip tighten.

“Damn, Az,” Paige whispered, breath warm against Azzi’s cheek. “Better quit that before I take you right here on this plane.”

Azzi flushed, but she didn’t move right away, debating whether she could get away with dragging Paige to the bathroom without anyone noticing. 

Eventually, she untangled herself with a muttered, “We’re gonna get fined for public indecency.”

Paige just kicked her feet up and leaned back, still grinning. “Worth it.”

By the time they landed and got to the hotel, Paige’s patience was cooked. She’d been practically vibrating with need since the flight and had plans to give Azzi the payback she deserved.

But plans? Useless when your schedule is packed with back-to-back team meetings, media sessions, and a coach who believes in togetherness with team-only activities to build chemistry or whatever bullshit he could come up with to make it seem like he was actually coaching.

By the time Paige got back to her room, hair tousled, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, Azzi was already gone. Meeting up with some old friends from her USA Basketball days.

Paige flopped onto her bed with a groan and reached for her phone.

Paige Where’d you go, babe?

Azzi Left you for people who actually respond to my texts in under an hour.

Paige Wow. That’s crazy. I was literally in a 90-minute team meeting about ball screens 😩

Azzi Sounds fake but okay

Paige I would literally rather be watching paint dry. Also you didn’t answer the question 😏

Azzi Hotel bar. Catching up with the girls. Being wholesome. Drinking water.

Paige You’re lying on multiple fronts and I’ll be addressing each one in detail later

Azzi Oh no. What’re you gonna do, discipline me?

Paige Don’t tempt me Actually. Do.

Azzi Promise?

Paige Swear on how quick you beg when I hit that spot you love.

Azzi Don’t act like you don’t live for it.

Paige Already hard just thinking about it.

Azzi You’re gross.

Paige And you like it.

Azzi I do. 

Paige When you getting back? I need you naked ASAP.

Azzi I’ll be back in twenty. Don’t fall asleep on me.

Paige Better be. I will flip you over and make you pay for being late.

But Azzi’s plan to make a quick exit didn’t happen, and by the time she got back, Paige was already in bed with the lights off. She knew that if she woke Paige up, she’d really get it, but she also knew that Paige needed her rest for the game tomorrow, so she opted for crawling into bed so as not to wake her.  

***********

Game day.

The last thing Paige had time for was strapping her girlfriend down and wrecking her the way she wanted to.

No time. No privacy. No fun.

She was locked in, focused, borderline feral about needing a win.

And then she played like garbage.

Five for twenty. They lost to Chicago.

A teammate of hers, a rookie, didn’t go up for a 50-50 ball, and it snapped something in Paige. She went off in the tunnel after the final whistle, tossing her jersey at the wall, jaw locked so tight it ached. Her coach didn’t say a word—just let her storm off to the locker room.

She didn’t want sympathy. She didn’t want a hug. She wanted to be alone. Paige had texted Azzi after the game, telling her she’d just meet her back at the hotel and opting for room service instead of going to the team dinner or out with Azzi and their friends.

There was a soft knock before hearing the keycard beep and the door unlatch.

“Hey,” Azzi murmured, slipping inside. She walked in cautiously, looking way too gentle for the mood Paige was in.

“Hey Az, sorry but—I’m not in a very good mood,” Paige grunted from where she was sitting on the floor, back against the bed.

Azzi didn’t answer. Just crossed the room and sat beside her, thigh pressed to thigh. Quiet for a moment. Then she leaned in and pressed a kiss to Paige’s temple.

“I liked watching you tonight,” she said softly. “Even if you’re pissed about it.”

Paige scoffed. “What was there to like?”

Azzi shrugged, unbothered. “You did your best. Fighting for every play. Staying locked in.”

Paige leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closed, jaw tight. “Didn’t matter. We still lost.”

Azzi leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple again. Gentle. Steady. Certain.

“You can’t carry the whole damn team,” she whispered.

“I just want to win.”

“I know.”

They sat in silence. Paige’s fists clenched in her lap. Her teeth ground together. Her leg bounced restlessly, the muscle twitching like it couldn’t bear being still. She didn’t want a pep talk. Didn’t want someone to tell her it was just one game. She didn’t want soft.

She wanted to break something. To feel control again. To not feel this.

Azzi leaned in closer, her thigh pressed to Paige’s like an anchor. Her voice dropped, velvet-smooth and laced with something darker. “Take it out on me.”

Paige stiffened. Like the words didn’t compute at first. Her head turned, slow, her eyes narrowing with a flash of warning. “What?”

Azzi didn’t flinch. Her gaze stayed fixed, unwavering, locked on Paige. “I want you to,” she said again, slower this time. “Take it out on me.”

Paige blinked, something fraying behind her eyes. She pulled her hand away, flexed her fingers like they were trying to shake off something electric. “Azzi, I’m not—” Her voice cracked, and she stopped, jaw working.

“I’m not trying to be rough with you just because I’m pissed,” she said again, quieter this time. “That’s not what this is. That’s not who I am with you.”

Azzi reached for her hand anyway. No hesitation. Her fingers slid through Paige’s, soft and sure, grounding her. She lifted their joined hands to her lips and kissed her knuckles, slow and intentional. Her voice dropped even lower—still gentle, but firm. “I want it. I like when you lose control, P.”

Paige stared at her. Eyes locked. Breathing shallow. She didn’t speak for a full ten seconds.

Then, roughly and low, “Say it again.”

Azzi’s mouth curved into the smallest, filthiest smile.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, every word a deliberate spark.

She shifted forward until her lips brushed Paige’s ear, and whispered, voice soaked in honey and fire—“Daddy.”

That did it.

Something flickered behind Paige’s eyes—hot, unspoken, irreversible. She stood without a word, jaw clenched, and Azzi followed like it was instinct. Like she knew exactly what she’d just lit within her.

The room blurred around them. Paige moved with purpose, quiet but electric, digging through her bag. When she turned back around, harness in hand, Azzi’s breath caught in her throat.

“Strip. Then get on the bed,” Paige said, voice low and sharp.

Azzi obeyed instantly, taking her clothes off and crawling back across the mattress, body sinking into the sheets. She spread her legs without needing to be told.

Paige took her time. Let Azzi watch her undress piece by piece, slow and unhurried, like she wanted every second to sink in. She clipped in the strap: deep purple, seven inches, thick enough to be a threat, and curved just right to leave no room for doubt.

Azzi’s breath caught.

Paige adjusted the straps with muscle memory, hips flexing as she tightened them snug. The silicone jutted out confidently between her thighs, bouncing ever so slightly with every movement. She rolled her neck once, then looked up—eyes dark, jaw set, mouth twitching like she already knew what Azzi was thinking.

“You okay over there?” she asked, tone light but with an edge.

Azzi’s mouth parted, her gaze locked on the strap. “I’m so fucked.”

Paige smirked, stepping toward the bed with a slow, deliberate swagger. “Not yet.”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Azzi’s thighs. She leaned down and kissed her—slow and deep at first, then biting her bottom lip as she pulled away.

Paige gripped the base of the silicone and brought it between them, dragging it through the slick heat between Azzi’s thighs.

Azzi gasped, hips twitching.

Paige smirked. “Already so fucking wet for me.”

She used the silicone to tease Azzi—swirling the tip in tight circles around her clit, drawing out a whimper. Then she pulled back and slapped it lightly against her, once. Twice. A third time, harder.

Azzi let out a broken moan, legs falling wider. “Fuck—Paige—”

Paige leaned in, kissed her just beneath the ear. “What was that?”

“Please,” Azzi breathed, hands gripping the sheets. “I want it so bad.”

Paige didn’t give in yet. She kept dragging the tip up and down, letting it catch, letting Azzi feel the stretch just almost before pulling back again. The straps tip was glistening from Azzi’s arousal.

“You want me to fill you, baby?” she murmured, biting at her neck. “Want Daddy to fuck you nice and deep?”

Azzi nodded frantically. “Yes—yes, please—I need it.”

There was something sweet in the way she begged—something soft hidden in all that desperation. Paige paused for half a second, pressing her forehead to Azzi’s.

“You sure?” she asked, voice steady but gentler now.

Azzi reached for her, eyes glassy. “Please, P. I need it. Now.”

That was all she needed.

Paige lined herself up, one hand steady on Azzi’s hip, the other guiding the strap to her entrance. She pushed forward slowly, letting the silicone press and stretch her open inch by inch, watching Azzi's mouth fall open, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s it,” Paige whispered, voice rough. “Take me, baby. Just like that.”

Azzi’s nails dug into the sheets, legs spread wide, hips arching up to meet her halfway. “God—so full—”

Paige leaned over her, bracing her weight with one arm while her hips sank in deeper, slow and devastating. She didn’t rush it. She wanted Azzi to feel every second.

“You feel that?” she murmured against Azzi’s jaw. “That pussy's mine.”

Azzi gasped, hands reaching for her waist, pulling her closer. “Yours—yeah—Daddy—”

Hearing the name lit Paige up like a fuse this time.

She rocked into her, thrusts slow but deep, letting the full weight of the harness hit just right. The sound of skin against skin, the quiet wet slide of it, Azzi’s moans climbing higher with each pass—it all melted together into something hot and electric.

Paige pressed her forehead to Azzi’s, their mouths brushing between breaths.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” Paige panted, breath hot against Azzi’s neck. “All spread out for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

Azzi moaned, the sound broken and high, one hand sliding up Paige’s slick back, the other fisting the sheets like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “Don’t stop—please—fuck—harder—”

Her pace turned brutal, thrusts carving into Azzi with precision. Paige’s fingers bit into her waist like she needed something to hold onto or she’d completely lose it.

Azzi’s head dropped back, voice cracking open. “Yes—use me—take it out on me, Daddy—please—”

Paige slammed into her harder now, her hips snapping forward with a bruising rhythm, each thrust purposeful—angry, almost, but controlled. The base of the strap rubbed hard against Azzi’s clit every time their bodies collided, the pressure relentless and perfectly placed, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight through her.

The harness shifted with every motion, leather creaking faintly under the weight of it, the thick silicone dragging against Azzi’s soaked pussy before sinking back in, deeper and deeper.

Azzi was gasping with every impact, hips arching into it, chasing the friction even as she trembled from it. The rhythm was filthy—wet, raw, skin slapping against skin. Paige adjusted her angle slightly, grinding in at the end of each stroke, the ridge of the strap catching just right—again, and again, and again—until Azzi’s moans turned into sobs of pleasure.

“I am,” Paige snarled against her ear, her voice wrecked and low. “You wanted this, remember? You begged for it.”

Azzi cried out, body jolting with every thrust. “I wanna feel you everywhere—fuck—wreck me, Daddy—don’t hold back—”

“I’m not,” Paige gritted, grabbing a handful of Azzi’s breast and pulling her hardened nipple just enough to make her arch. “You wanted to be the outlet for this shit? Then take every inch, baby. Take it like you mean it.”

Azzi choked on a moan, her whole body shaking. “God, yes—don’t stop—make me your fuckin stress relief—”

Paige thrust harder, deeper, lips brushing Azzi’s shoulder between ragged breaths.

“Already are.”

Azzi cried out, legs wrapping around Paige’s waist, heels pressing into her back and locking her in. Her body jerked with each deep stroke, her thighs trembling.

“You close?” Paige asked, voice low and wrecked.

Azzi nodded frantically, too breathless to form words.

Paige didn’t let up. She thrust harder, rougher, keeping her rhythm tight and relentless, her own breath stuttering against Azzi’s cheek. “Come for me, baby. Right now.”

And Azzi did.

Her whole body arched, hips bucking up, mouth falling open in a broken sob of a moan. Paige didn’t stop—kept moving through it, working her through the waves until Azzi was shaking, gasping, begging her to slow down.

But Paige didn’t stop.

She pulled out slowly, eyes heavy-lidded with heat, and grabbed Azzi by the waist, flipping her over like she weighed nothing. Azzi let out a startled breath, face pressing into the sheets, ass lifted instinctively.

“Oh my God—” she gasped, voice muffled by the pillow.

Paige’s hand came down in a sharp smack across her ass—loud, stinging, perfect.

“You thought I was done?” Paige growled, leaning over her back. “Nah, baby. That was just the first one.”

Azzi moaned, hips arching toward her, the sound all high-pitched and wrecked. “You’re insane—”

“And you love it.”

Paige grabbed her by the hips again, lined the strap up, and slid back inside in one hard thrust. Azzi let out a scream that turned into a curse, knuckles white in the sheets.

She didn’t ease into it this time.

There was no buildup this time. Paige drove into her with raw momentum, one hand planted between Azzi’s shoulder blades, pressing her down into the mattress as her hips snapped forward, merciless.

“That’s it,” Paige grunted, eyes fixed on the way Azzi’s body rocked into the mattress. “Pussy taking me so well.”

Azzi was nearly incoherent now—words slurring between moans, gasps, pleas. “F-fuck—Daddy—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Paige said, leaning forward, biting at the back of her shoulder. “One more for me. Come again.”

She reached around and found Azzi’s clit, fingers slick as they slid over swollen heat, rubbing tight, fast circles that made Azzi cry out, her voice raw and high. Paige didn’t ease up—she worked her in tandem with every thrust, the strap pounding into her from behind while her fingertips zeroed in with ruthless precision. Azzi’s whole body jolted, hips bucking helplessly, her thighs trembling as she sobbed into the sheets, caught between the brutal rhythm and the overwhelming pleasure crashing through her.

Her knees nearly gave out, legs shaking, but Paige held her firm, one arm locked around her middle, the other still wrecking her with perfect, merciless pressure.

Azzi’s second orgasm crashed over her—louder, messier, legs shaking as her whole body trembled under Paige’s grip.

Paige slowed only when Azzi’s breath hitched hard and her hips started to pull away.

But then—Azzi turned.

Still breathless, flushed, eyes hazy and wet, she pushed Paige onto her back, the strap still slick between them. She straddled Paige slowly, hands pressed to her chest for balance, a lazy, ruined little smirk curling her lips.

“My turn.”

Paige’s brows shot up. “You sure you can handle—”

Azzi sank down in one motion, no warning. Paige’s breath punched out of her in a groan so low it was almost a growl.

“Fuck.”

Azzi rolled her hips slow, steady, mouth open as she moaned through the stretch. “Feel that?” she whispered. “That’s you inside me.”

Paige’s hands flew to her hips, trying to ground herself, but Azzi slapped them away—gently. “Nope. You don’t get to help.”

She set the pace, bouncing in slow, filthy circles, grinding her clit down against the base. Paige’s head fell back into the pillow, jaw clenched, arms flexing to keep from grabbing her. 

The way the strap dragged against her, soaked and sticky from Azzi’s slick, had her nerves firing like live wires—slow at first, then sharper with every grind. It wasn’t just the pressure—it was the sound, the weight, the heat of it all. Azzi riding her like she owned her. The harness rocked against Paige’s clit with every grind—coarse, aching pressure that only got sharper the longer Azzi rode her.

“Look at you,” Azzi whispered, dragging her nails down Paige’s ribs. “Trying so hard to behave. Such a good girl for me, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, voice strained, every muscle strung tight. “You’re gonna make me come—”

Azzi smirked, lips parted and breathless. “That’s the point, baby.”

And then she rolled her hips just right—deep, slow, tight—dragging the base of the strap hard over Paige’s clit, and Paige’s whole body jerked beneath her like she’d been lit from the inside.

Azzi kissed her, deep and slow, swallowing the sound Paige made as she hit her breaking point.

She kept riding her through it, soft little moans slipping between kisses as Paige came hard, fingers digging into the sheets, face twisted with raw pleasure.

They stayed like that for a beat—breathless, tangled, their skin sticky and flushed.

Azzi collapsed forward, burying her face in Paige’s neck, the strap still nestled between them.

Paige wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight, the kind of grip that said don’t go anywhere.

Azzi giggled softly. “You okay?”

Paige kissed her temple. “A little better than before.”

“You’re welcome.”

They lay there, sweaty and half-laughing, legs tangled and bodies still trembling from everything they’d just given each other.

“I’m obsessed with you,” Paige murmured.

Azzi smiled against her skin. “I know. You should be.”