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Jada * 8teen * ESTP
I will write…
wcbb/wnba
hp or marauders
honestly anyone (requests open)
smut, fluff, and angst
I will not write..
any male OCs
anyone controversial
masterlist
requests open!!
not all who wander
synopsis: sometimes love is waiting patiently at the end of a road you never planned to travel. and the person who helps you survive your darkest days becomes the reason you start looking forward to brighter ones.
cw: none
wc: 1.5k
chapter one:
The city air is crisp, biting through her thick scarf, and the scent of roasting chestnuts from a nearby street vendor mingles with the exhaust fumes from the congested road. Cars inch forward in the rush-hour traffic, as cyclists weave dangerously between idling taxis, horns echoing through the narrow streets lined with centuries-old buildings.
It’s all familiar, just background noise.
What catches Azzi’s attention is across the street.
Here, There and Everywhere •˖*
Chapter 3/?
In which needs are met.
CW: Mentions of abandonment, neglect, plenty of angst and smut and dominant Jud. Might’ve gone overboard on this but oh well!
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Birdie’s POV
It made no sense that Jud could both have Birdie’s coffee order memorized while being unable to make eye contact with her. Actually, it made perfect sense, but it irritated her nonetheless: She had nearly led him to break his vow. Well, she didn’t want to assume as much, but just the other day, his mouth had been about ready to go places that would confirm that theory. In the damn church. She could understand how her presence in the church might be disturbing for him. Even in death, Wicks was right: her presence led to nothing but sin. So she sipped her coffee that he wordlessly passed to her as they got to work looking through Martha’s office.
Over the last several days, they had made…small revelations in the case. Nothing as big as she wanted, but Benoit assured her that he would find what was needed to bring the killer to light. There was the devil head, the flask that Jud had hidden(which had since disappeared, quite concerningly). Then, following the funeral of Jefferson Wicks, there had been the video that Cy showed, which gave just about everyone a motive. Lastly, the clue that the fortune had been found, somehow, after all this time. Their best guess? A Swiss account. Which meant they needed nineteen numbers to access it. Or at the very least, to figure out how someone else might have accessed it.
And all the while, through all this investigating, Jud avoided her like the plague. He was polite about it, he still held open doors, said his pleasantries, and stepped in front of her when Cy insinuated that she might have come back to the church just to somehow steal the fortune. The kind of delusion she would only expect from Cy, of course. But what bothered her much more was the fact that she and Jud hadn’t been able to really talk, not since that moment shared in the alcove. So she didn’t push him, and made it easier by not trying to start any conversations with him, either.
Fortunately, through all this awkwardness, there was always a southern detective between them, to diffuse the tension. Until a few minutes into searching, when his phone buzzed with a message from Officer Scott, asking him if he could meet to discuss the investigation. “You two keep lookin’ for those numbers, won’t you? I’ll be back in a couple of hours for you.” And with little to no warning, he was gone, shutting the office door behind him. Leaving the two of them alone in a deafening silence.
The two of them shifted on their feet, waiting to see who would break and talk first. After a minute that felt like hours, Birdie cleared her throat. “Look through his desk. Check for like, secret compartments and stuff. I’ll check the files behind it.” Her demand was answered with a terse nod, and the sounds of rustling paper as Jud knelt by the desk. She stepped around him to look through the bins kept on shelves, all neatly kept, just as Martha intended.
Several minutes went on like that, and it nearly killed her. Just silence, papers, and the occasional huff of frustration from either of them. They had smashed a snowglobe, and practically toured Martha’s office, just to find…nothing.
Suddenly, Jud broke the silence with a quiet hum of thought. “What?” She spun around, to see Jud’s eyes scanning over a wrinkled, aged piece of paper with eerily familiar handwriting on it. Jud looked up to her, meeting her gaze for the first time in days, but with the look of a dog who had been caught going through the trash. “Is it the account?”
“No, it’s…uh, well. I didn’t read it, I swear. It’s not relevant.” Jud stammered out, standing up straight and folding the paper carefully.
“Okay, well, bullshit, or you wouldn’t look like I just caught you with your hand in the damn cookie jar.” Deciding not to play his games, she leaned forward to grab it from him. Nervously, Jud backed himself against the desk, holding the paper out of the way. “Give it! Stop being weird!” She grunted out, ignoring the way her hips pressed to his as she swiped at her target.
“I’m n--Birdie, listen, maybe you should--” Jud could have easily pushed her back or blocked her off, but he was never forceful like that with her. He had mentioned being a boxer to her once, and most of the town knew about the man that he had killed, but Birdie would have thought it was a joke if she hadn’t felt the rigid muscles of his abdomen in their current position. But the reporter was stubborn, and she managed to pluck the paper out of his hands.
“I’m trying to help you with this damn case, Jud, maybe you should let me--” She turned away to get a better look at the contents of the paper: a letter, signed by a “Ramona Birde.” One that had clearly been written a long time ago. Laced with romantic notions, a woman unafraid to put her heart on the line, the way her mother had always been, even when it was broke again and again. She fell silent, suddenly, a heat in her face as she stared at the handwriting, an aching opening in her chest.
After a long, heavy moment, Jud spoke again. “Ramona was your mother, wasn’t she?” Birdie had never explicitly mentioned her mother’s passing, but it wasn’t hard to imagine he could have figured it out. She was buried behind Jud’s church, after all. She didn’t answer, which was an answer of its own. “Birdie, I’m so sorry. Do you need a minute?” His voice was just behind her, but not pressing closer, just giving her space.
“To do what? It doesn’t have the numbers.” She answered much too shortly, keeping her face turned away from his as she folded up the paper again. It didn’t uncover anything she didn’t already have a sneaking suspicion about, nor did it confirm anything. There had been a reason her mother was so devoted to the church. Maybe because she thought one day, the unrequited devotion she had might lead to something real, something permanent between her and the monsignor. Birdie had never understood it. That is, not until very recently.
Birdie willed herself not to get upset. This was a man she was trying to regain her calm around, someone she was trying not to scare off. She presumed that unloading her daddy issues would not be a great way of keeping people around. So she told herself that she would keep it pushed down within her.
“I know I shouldn’t pry. I know it’s not my place. But Wicks…was he--”
“We never took any tests or anything. I think it would have crushed her if she knew for sure.” She took a trembling breath, rubbing her fingers against her lips as if to stop herself. So much for not losing her calm, she thought, as she crinkled the paper in her hand. “I was not the prodigal son. I’m just me. And while I eventually realized that it would never be enough, my mom kept her hopes up. She went on believing, going back to that church like something might change, right until the day she died.”
Jud’s hand reached out, but he stopped himself, like he had learned that it would only bring more pain. He considered his words for a long moment, still hovering behind her, though she was certain at any minute he would find a reason to. “My parents kind of gave up on me…actually, for as long as I can remember. I was an only child, and I used to get into trouble, into fights to try and get their attention. It never worked, but I learned I was good at punching things.” He chuckled mirthlessly, and she turned her head in his direction, watching him out of the corner of her eye as he ran his fingers over his knuckles. “For a while, I thought that was all I was good for. It wasn’t that I liked fighting, it was just…how I survived, I supposed. Made money off of seedy underground tournaments to pay my rent when I was old enough to move out. And then there was the…the man I--you know.” He cleared his throat, and they both knew. The man he had killed. What led him to his current path. “So I found this. I found something that gave me purpose, a reason to get up in the morning. Everyone has one. You have one. Journalism. Your vow is to give the world the truth.” He reached forward to fix the pen tucked behind her ear. “You’ve never been too much, or not enough. You’re risking your reputation, spending who knows how much to get an investigator, just to clear my name. I see who you are, and it’s just right.”
She considered his words for a long moment, the sincerity in his voice. How he knew not to tell her that religion could save her. How she had never heard him speak about his life before his vow. She was the first one to break his gaze, shaking her head. “Not right for you, though, am I?”
His face fel in an instant, and he was stepping closer. “Birdie, no.”
Her back hit the shelf as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I know that’s wrong of me to say. But I feel it. I miss you, even if I know it’s selfish of me. I just-- just felt hurt that you-you couldn’t even look at me, after I screwed up so bad--”
“Birdie, I’m not avoiding you because I’m upset with you. I’m avoiding you because every time I see you I start to see glimpses of a path outside of my vow. And I’m frightened by how direly I want to go down that path.” Jud’s touch made contact with the collar of her blouse, dragging a thick knuckle down her buttons. “And I was stupid to think avoiding you would do anything. Birdie, I hear you in the silence between prayers. I feel you with every turn of a page. I see you in all the beauty of every statue, stained window, even in nature. I don’t think I could escape you if they locked me up.”
Birdie’s eyes fluttered open as his knuckle dragged the fabric of her shirt against her bra, and continued racing its path down her stomach. Slowly, savoring every centimeter. He whispered now, the space closing between their faces. He looked almost pained with hunger, as he watched her expression with the kind of care and attention that felt foreign to her. “I’m weak, I know, and not worthy. If you don’t want this, all you need to do is say as much. But if you do, I need you to tell me.” His hand that trailed southward paused just by her waistband, struggling to control itself as it tugged at the fabric of her shirt.
She nodded, and he clicked his tongue, his hand coming to cradle the side of her face. “Come on, use that pretty voice of yours.”
“I want it. You, Father, I want you.” She shifted to move her legs together in hopes of hiding just how badly she wanted him, and he drove a thigh between her own, putting an end to that and eliciting a small intake of breath on her part.
Maybe it was that small noise, or the consent, or the title being used on him, but Birdie watched as he seemed to break, then and there. His right hand took ahold of her jaw as the other one clenched a fistful of shirt, and he kissed her, then and there. He was never forceful with her before, but when he noticed that she liked his commanding nature in this context, he had no problems getting demanding. If anything, he reveled in it. They both tried to be gentle with the other, at first, but it took mere seconds to intensify into a battle of tongues. His body was on hers, covering her like a blanket and pushing her back against the shelf until she was on her toes, his leg now pressed against her crotch, and every push against it sent her mind reeling for more. Her skirt did nothing to stop it. Maybe this was a horrible idea, maybe this would have repercussions, but Birdie was much too preoccupied with the calloused fingers slipping under her shirt to think about it. “I missed you too, Mary. Can I call you Mary, sometimes?” He spoke partially against her skin as the sloppy kisses moved over her jaw.
Birdie nodded, before remembering his command from earlier. “Mhm.” It was different when he did it. He hadn’t been around to see her past. ‘Mary’ had a new meaning when it came from his lips.
“I missed you so fucking much. I tried to pray it off, and I just kept thinking about all the parts of you I wanted to praise. Like right here.” He growled the words out, his kisses punctuating every few words, before sucking against her neck. She whimpered out needily, her hands scrambling to try and figure out what she was supposed to do with herself. Jud shushed her gently, taking both of her hands into the one that had been holding her jaw, pressing them against the shelf above her head. Papers fluttered around them like snow. He paused, just making sure she enjoyed that, before continuing. “Here, too.” He grinned before he licked his way over her collarbone, sending her head rolling back. His free hand moved from where it was beneath her shirt to slither under her bra, covering her breast in those tough fingers, before catching her nipple in between them. “Definitely here. Glory fucking be.” His voice was raspier now, and she could feel his need growing underneath his pants, from where his thigh was still teasing her. Or she was riding it. At this point she wasn’t sure.
“Jud, you…you don’t have-have to. You know that, right?” Her voice sounded pathetically breathless, and it only became more so as he freed her nipple, just to unbutton her shirt. He gave a questioning grunt, and she went on. “I-I know this is what I want, but if you don’t want this, we can do anything else. Or nothing at all.”
“I’ve been wanting this for what feels like ages now. It’s almost consumed me, how much I want this. With you.” By now, her shirt was unbuttoned, and he had no trouble at all in undoing her bra. He still hadn’t let her hands go, so the clothes stayed loose on her, but that didn’t stop him from planting wet kisses down her front. His mouth paid special attention to her right nipple, using his teeth when he noticed how she liked that. His thumb rolled against the second one, making her squirm against his thigh. “I already marked up your neck. But I think I’ll have to leave some evidence of my worship on other parts of you too. Seems only fair.” He pressed a kiss to her breast, before his mouth moved over her stomach, and her body rolled against it as liquid fire filled her belly.
“Oh my god, Jud,”
“Not God. Just me.” He gave a shit-eating grin, letting go of Birdie’s hands so that he could properly lower himself to his knees, relieving the pressure on her crotch. But not for long, as he gently undid the buttons of her long skirt, revealing her legs. There, knelt in front of her, he looked up to her in pure adoration. “Beautiful. Just beautiful, all of you.”
Birdie swallowed a lump in her throat that she couldn’t explain, though that emotion was overpowered by arousal as he traced his knuckle against her already-damp panties. “I’m sorry--” She started, embarrassed by the evidence of how needy she was. His head shook at her apology, his eyes glazed with something, like he was enchanted by the sight. Possessed, as he put it.
He ran his knuckle over it again, if only to make her squirm again, before tugging them downward. Once they were down enough, his brown curls tickled her thighs as he ducked his head through, and promptly pulled her thighs to rest on his shoulders. He didn’t even falter with all of her weight on him, still somewhat in a haze as he looked at her glistening lips. He swallowed as her hand stroked in his hair, before sucking a few needy kisses along her thighs. “Should’ve done this days ago.” He murmured, breath fanning against her wetness, as his gaze rose to hers. “Forgive me, Mary?”
She just hardly managed a whimpering “Mhm,” before his kisses moved over her lips. Her eyelids fluttered shut as he moved over her labia, whimpering again when he stopped. Her eyes opened, seeing him still watching her expression from between her legs.
“Watch me. For as long as you can. I want you to see how much I savor you.” He spoke partially against her, which was just unfair. She grunted out another shaky reply, and he rewarded her by running his tongue over her slit. Her hand squeezed his hair, but she tried to keep her eyes on him, though she could admit she lost focus when he flicked his tongue against her clit. As if noticing that she liked it, she teased him by stroking the length of her slit again, groaning in what Birdie hoped was satisfaction. “Oh, Mary.” He grumbled against her, before lapping up as much as he could. He was the first to eventually break eye contact, squeezing his eyes shut like he wanted to focus on getting every last taste. Her body began to shake with want, her breath coming out in loud, needy whimpers with each stroke.
She opened her mouth to tell him how close she was, but he seemed to sense it in her. He sighed again, blowing air against her clit before moving one of his index fingers right up to her, easing his way into her with a gentleness that still managed to knock the air right from her lungs. Even his fingers felt thick and she knew she was probably humiliatingly tight around him. If not for how wet Jud had left her, she was sure he would never make it past even the first knuckle. But he did, inch by inch, moment by moment. He released her nerves from his mouth for long enough to murmur a soft, “There you go. You can take it. I know you can.” He soothed her as she writhed, only to push another finger into where she was sure it wouldn’t fit. And yet, he was right, never doubting her, even as she gave a cry of surprise as he pumped within her. He moved with each noise, each slight reaction prompting him on with more sweet assurances.
Her hips rolled into his every push, taking it further and further when the heat within her threatened to burst. “I-I’m sorry…I’m…I think I’m gonna…” She whined out, meeting his lidded gaze with one of her own. He soothed her with his free hand moving from her rear, up her side, cradling the side of her face. He nodded once, nose brushing against her, before flattening his tongue, kissing his mouth around her clit, and curling his fingers within her. With that, with all the desires for Jud welling up within her, she leaned her weight into Jud and squeezed around him as she came undone, crying out his name like a prayer.
Jud supported her through all of it, licking her every last twitch and all her wetness until she’d ridden out the last of her pleasure. She wasn’t even sure if this was still real, or a dream, as his hands supported her to lay her down by his side. “That was…” She murmured, interrupted by sweet kisses against her neck, up her cheek.
“It really was.”
Birdie was still gasping in air as she reached toward his belt, with intentions of making this fair. He caught her wrist, his thumb stroking over her pulse playfully. Birdie tilted her head at him questioningly. “You don’t want me to-?”
“I do.” He grumbled, as if disappointed in himself. His lips trailed lazy kisses over her wrist, down her forearm. “But if you get too close to my dick, I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from clearing this desk and taking us all the way on it.” He sighed, like he hadn’t said something that made Birdie’s stomach do somersaults. “Which wouldn’t exactly help me not look guilty.” He sighed against her arm, sending goosebumps over her body. “And besides…so long as you’re happy, I’m happy with this.” Jud smiled against her skin. “Very happy.”
For a while there, they just laid. Not thinking of their vows, their jobs, what might come next. But before long, while Birdie was picking up the fallen papers, her brow furrowed. “Jud…why would someone order the opening of the tomb the week before Wicks died?”
Please please please do something about Paige x reader based off of when did you get hot by Sabrina carpenter!!
when did you get hot? pt. 1
paige bueckers x reader
summary: you grew up with paige bueckers in minnesota, back when she was all scraped knees, oversized basketball shorts, too much confidence, and zero ability to shut up. your families were close enough that she felt less like a girl and more like a childhood habit. then years pass, paige becomes Paige Bueckers, and you convince yourself nothing has changed. until you visit uconn and realize the annoying girl from your childhood got hot. unfortunately, she notices
warnings/tags: childhood best friends to something, tension, flirting, teasing, reader being down bad and in denial, paige being cocky as hell, awholelot of annoying paige, childhood nostalgia, besties grew apart after college
word count: around 9k
part 2 up now! here
You had known Paige Bueckers before the rest of the world learned how to say her name like it meant something.
take me to church - chapter 4: Dancing Queen
masterlist | ao3
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Word Count: 5,389
gosh this one was soooo hard for me to write for some reason. i hope yall like it!! pls lmk your thoughts! huge thank you to @girliblue for reading/editing for me you're the best <333 also i know this gets super religious-y at times, but i hope it's still readable for people who aren't religious or aren't christian/catholic!! (also this is me saying i think it'd be cool if people talked about religion more in fics. like i wanna read about the faith journey of someone that's muslim or buddhist or hindu or literally anything. iiiii think that'd be so cool)
TWs: Catholic guilt
see that girl, watch that scene
digging the dancing queen
Thursday, August 29th, 2024 – The Bueckers’s, Anderson, SC
Paige felt like an idiot.
Of course she had a boyfriend.
Sitting in that bathroom stall at school trying not to cry for the entire lunch period had felt like some type of humiliation ritual. She’d just kept repeating to herself in her head you’ve only known her for a few weeks and this is literally the closure you wanted and get over yourself you loser, which would all usually work to get her head back on straight. But, for some reason, she just couldn’t shake the feelings she had. The realization that Azzi had a boyfriend brought up so much shame and embarrassment within her. She could reason with herself all she wanted about why, logically, she had done nothing wrong and she had nothing to be self-conscious about. But reason did nothing to get rid of the nausea in her stomach or the racing of her heart or the shaking of her hands.
Hi!! Omg I love your writing so much and I was wondering if you could please write soft paige x reader maybe were their married or dating and are cooking in there house together and then maybe soft smut 🙂↕️ I just feel like it would be so cute 😩🫶
morning light- p.b x fem!reader
pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader
warnings: fluff & smut
synopsis: a glimpse of what it’s like being married to paige.
a/n: thank you mllll <3333
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you had heard her before you saw her, a soft shuffle of socks sliding lazily across the hardwood floor, followed by a gentle creak of the hallway as she rounded the corner into the kitchen. there was something familiar—almost rhythmic—about the way paige moved in the mornings, like she was still half-dreaming, existing in that warm, in-between space of sleep and wakefulness.
you didn’t need to turn around to know the look on her face. you could picture it perfectly: eyelids still heavy with sleep, hair messily piled on top of her head, and a sleepy pout tugging at her lips, the kind she wore when she wasn’t quite ready to join the world yet. she always emerged like that on sundays—untouched by alarms, schedules, or the outside world, wearing whatever hoodie had ended up closest to her side of the bed.
“good morning.” she mumbled, voice low and raspy. her arms snaked around your waist from behind, her body pressing gently against your back as her chin rested on your shoulder. the heat of her skin seeped through the soft cotton of the hoodie, her warmth wrapping around you in a way that made your shoulders relax, the kind of comfort you could never quite explain to anyone but her.
you smiled to yourself, continuing to stir the pancake batter in the ceramic bowl in front of you. “morning, honey. sleep okay?”
“i would’ve slept longer if the bed wasn’t cold,” she replied, lips brushing your shoulder. “why do you wake up so early?”
“some of us enjoy being productive,” you teased, glancing at her over your shoulder. her eyes were still only half-open, and her cheeks were flushed in that endearing way they always were right after she woke up.
“and some of us don’t believe in suffering,” she yawned dramatically, then gave you a half-smirk. “you’re lucky you’re cute or I’d report this level of morning energy as a crime.”
you chuckled, leaning your weight into her a little. “you say that, but you always find your way into the kitchen the second you smell pancakes.”
“because you put drugs in them. love drugs. secret wife drugs,” she muttered, letting go of your waist only to snatch a peeled banana from the counter. “you cook like someone who’s trying to trap me.”
you raised an eyebrow and turned to face her. “you literally proposed to me.”
she shrugged, her smile widening. “you wore that dress that day. you know the one. i had no choice.”
“unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath, biting down a grin. “go make yourself useful and set the table or something.”
but instead of moving, she took a big bite of banana and hopped onto the counter, legs swinging gently. “nope. i’m just here for moral support and affection.”
you shook your head, laughing softly. it was always like this—easy and calm. being married to paige didn’t feel like some milestone or huge lifestyle shift, it felt like coming home. every day. in moments like this, with music playing low from your phone on the counter, the sizzle of bacon beginning behind you, and her leaning toward you like she couldn’t physically stay away, you realized how much peace she brought to your life.
she watched you stir the batter with narrowed eyes, like she was analyzing your every move, and then tilted her head. “can I flip the pancakes this time?”
you hesitated. “you burnt them the last time.”
her jaw dropped in mock offense. “that’s slander. i was trying a new technique.”
“you literally walked away mid-flip to answer a facetime from kk.”
“that was an emergency,” she defended, crossing her arms, and you raised your eyebrows as you waited to hear what she came up with. “she wanted to know which sneakers to wear.”
you could only shake your head as you handed her the spatula with an amused sigh. “fine, you can flip. i want golden brown, not charcoal art.”
“yes ma'am,” she saluted dramatically, hopping down and taking position in front of the stove like she was about to enter the culinary olympics. you let her have her moment. she hovered over the pan with intense focus, biting her lip as she waited for the right moment. when she finally flipped the pancake, it landed perfectly, and she turned toward you, triumphant. “boom. pancake goddess unlocked.”
“you flip one pancake and suddenly you’re martha stewart?” you teased.
“better,” she said, leaning toward you, proud grin in full effect. “i’m paige bueckers, wife of the year, pancake flipper extraordinaire.”
you walked up to her, wrapping your arms around her waist, and kissed her lips. “you’re also dramatic.”
she leaned into your embrace without hesitation, resting her hands on your waist. her body melted against you, and for a moment, the playfulness gave way to quiet. there was something sacred about how she stilled in your arms, how her breath slowed like she felt safest right there. she turned her face slightly toward yours and spoke softly, “i love this. you and me.”
you kissed her cheek, gently. “me too.”
once breakfast was fully underway, the kitchen was alive with the smells of sizzling bacon and the rich aroma of coffee lingering in the air. paige, having declared herself a master chef after her pancake win, insisted on cracking the eggs, and you watched her do so with intense concentration—tongue peeking out from the corner of her mouth in the most endearing way.
“you’re staring,” she said without looking up, carefully dropping the yolk into the bowl.
“you’re cute,” you said simply. she paused to glance at you, cheeks flushing slightly despite her usual confidence.
“you’re obsessed with me.”
“guilty,” you agreed. she grinned and turned back to the eggs, but her shoulders were a little more relaxed now, and you noticed her humming under her breath—a soft rnb melody that drifted lazily between you like smoke curling in the sunlight. she moved around the kitchen barefoot, and there was something painfully beautiful about the image.
you plated the food together in quiet harmony, bumping hips a few times as you navigated the small space. at one point, she wrapped an arm around your waist and just held you there for a second while you reached up to grab two mugs from the cabinet. her touch wasn’t rushed or even particularly purposeful—it was just hers. warm. steady. like she couldn’t not be touching you.
you ate outside on the small patio table, birds chirping from somewhere in the trees beyond your fence. paige sat across from you with her legs pulled up in the chair, one hand holding her fork, the other stretched toward yours across the table. she kept stealing bites off your plate, smiling innocently every time you glared at her. there was a smear of syrup at the corner of her mouth, and you leaned over to wipe it away with your thumb, only for her to catch your wrist and kiss the pad of your finger, eyes locked with yours the whole time.
conversation came easy, as it always did. she talked about off-season training ideas, about how much she missed the girls, about wanting to visit your families together next weekend. you told her about a book you were reading, about a funny video you saw, about how you’d dreamed of mornings like this when you were younger—before you even knew her name.
after breakfast, she helped you rinse the dishes, her hip bumping yours playfully. she sang loudly and off-key as she dried the plates, and you joined her, laughing until your stomach hurt. she danced around the kitchen with a dishrag like it was a microphone, then twirled you into her arms like it was the middle of a wedding. she dipped you dramatically, nearly dropping you in the process, but the laughter between you made it worth the stumble.
and when the kitchen was clean, and the sun had risen higher in the sky, and the rest of the world started to buzz awake, the two of you curled up on the couch under the same throw blanket, her head resting on your shoulder and your fingers gently tracing circles on her thigh. no words were needed. no plans. just this. just her. she turned her face toward you, eyes soft, and murmured, “i’d do this with you every morning for the rest of my life.”
you looked down at her, heart aching in the best way, and smiled. “good thing you married me, then.”
her lips found yours again, slow and sure, and you knew in that moment that you’d never stop choosing her. paige's hands roamed under your shirt, her palms laying flat on your skin as she guided you onto your back.
"can I show you how much i love you?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. you nodded, breathless, and she kissed you again. you lifted up slightly so she could pull your shirt off, leaving you in nothing but your panties. her lips trailed down your neck as she moved lower, settling between your legs. the feeling of her lips against your skin was electric, but still slow—slow enough to make you shiver, slow enough that you could feel every brush of her lips, every tender touch, as though it was the first time.
with each kiss she placed on your body, you felt more and more like you were melting into her, becoming one with the softness of her love. her hands were gentle as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your thighs until you were able to kick them off. there was nothing harsh or rushed about it—just her, loving you in the most tender way.
paige placed a soft kiss to your thigh, then to your clit. you were already soaked and she had barely touched you. it didn't matter how many times you did this, it still felt like something new with her every time. you tangled your fingers in her hair, your heart racing as she continued, her touch as delicate as ever, taking the time to explore you without any sense of urgency.
her mouth worked at your clit, gentle sucks that had your eyes fluttering shut. she brought her fingers up and gathered your slick before pressing them in, two at a time because she knew you could take it. you gasped her name, back arching slightly, and you could already feel yourself teetering on the edge.
your breath hitched slightly, looking down to see paige already studying you. your eyes met, soft and unguarded. it wasn’t long before your hips were jerking forward, chasing the pleasure. a strangled breath left your lips, your fingers gripping her hair like it was the only thing keeping you on earth. you whined out her name as everything came to a head, the knot in your stomach unraveling.
paige worked you through it and when she finally pulled back, her eyes met yours again, full of adoration. she moved up your body and rested her forehead against yours. "you’re everything to me," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
you smiled, tracing her jawline with your thumb, and tilted your head, brushing your lips against hers. "and you’re everything to me, paige."
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Take Me to Church | Paige Bueckers x blackfemale!oc
summary: Zoelle grows up in a strict religious household where she’s taught that being gay is wrong. She fully believes it—until she meets Paige Bueckers in high school.
warnings: language, homophobia, hurt to comfort, mentions if smut, mentions of disowning.
A/N: been working on this for so long might be a lil ass buttt
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For as long as Zoelle Quinn could remember, she was a straight, little miss perfect.
That was until she met Paige Bueckers.
Zoelle grew up in a church day in and day out. Everyday after school she’d go home and immediately get dropped off at church school. She spent every day and holiday at the church. She prayed every night. Every morning. Every time she ate.
When Zoelle got to 8th grade, her parents sat her down for a talk.
Same sex love is a sin, her father would tell her. You will go to hell if you date a girl, her mother would tell her.
Zoelle grew with that mindset. Girls loving girls is a sin. Boys loving boys was a sin. “People who are like that are born sick” Zoelles mother told her.
And then, in 10th grade, she met Paige Bueckers.
Paige was confident. The kind of kid that took tag at recess way to seriously. She was loud. Punctuated with everything she said.
Paige had every girl flocking to her feet. She was good- great even- at basketball. Ranked #1 in the country.
Her blonde hair shined like Rapunzels in the sunlight. Her blue eyes looked just like the sky on a warm, summer day. Her smile was electric. Her personality was infectious.
Paige and Zoelle met in gym class. How ironic. Zoelle was sat on the bleachers reading her favorite book while everyone else played dodgeball.
Paige noticed her immediately. Her brown curls were long and defined. Her glasses sat perched on the bridge of her nose. Her lips were full and pink. Her lashes long and thick.
She was everything Paige wanted and more.
“Hey.” Paige breathed heavily to Zoelle. “Uhm, Hi.” Zoelle smiled thinly, closing her book.
“I’m Paige. You’re really pretty.” She say next to Zoelle, blonde hair sticking to her face from the sweat.
“I know exactly who you are. I’m Zoelle. And thank you.” Zoelle blushed.
“You do?” Paige smirked. Cocky and confident. “Of course. You’re the best basketball player in Minnesota. besides Maya Moore.” Zoelle shrugged.
“No way. You watch basketball?” Paige looked genuinely shocked. “Yeah. My older brother got me into it.”
And they were history since then.
In 11th grade, their relationship got intimate. Zoelles parents noticed.
If Paige stayed over for dinner they would ask questions like “Any cute boys you two are interested in?”
Zoelle and Paige would cringe every time. Paige would say she was just focused on basketball and school. Zoelle would say she was just focused on school like always.
Zoelle knew she was gay since 11th grade when her and Paige kissed. They were at a party. Tipsy from drinking punch. Dancing wildly. They stepped outside to get some air, then it happened.
Paige was watching Zoelle ramble about random things. Then she kissed her.
A couple weeks later, Paige took Zoelle’s virginity. They always tiptoed that line between friends and something more. And their parents noticed.
Amy and Bob would tease Paige about how she got red any time Zoelle’s name was brought up.
Then, one night, Amy walked in on the two. Zoelle was staying over.
“Oh-“ Amy blurted, closing the door immediately when she walked in and seen her shirtless daughter going down on a naked Zoelle.
“Please, don’t tell my parents.” Zoelle cried to Amy after. She was petrified. Her parents would disown her.
In 12th grade, they made their relationship official. Paige asked her at a beautiful picnic at the beach. Zoelle said yes.
She hid it from her parents. The gifts she bought Paige, the gifts Paige bought her, the hickeys, all of it.
It made Zoelle sick to her stomach. She was fighting for a relationship with her parents and they could care less.
When Paige committed to Uconn, Zoelle did everything to get accepted into there. And she did.
In college, they were at peace. Free. Until they went back home for the holidays. Zoelle’s parents started to catch on while Paige’s parents already knew.
When Zoelle invited Paige over for their christmas eve dinner, Zoelle’s mother asked her, “Is there something going on between you two.” with a disgusted look painted on her face.
She didn’t feel like lying anymore. She was grown and hiding a relationship from her parents for fucks sake.
So she told them. They were together. Been together since senior year. Her dad went ballistic. Her mom started crying.
“I never want to hear from you again.” Her dad told her through gritted teeth. Zoelle sallowed her tears, grabbed her bags, left that house and never looked back.
She’d spent every holiday since then at the Bueckers household.
Late at night, Paige would find herself comforting a broken, sobbing Zoelle. “They just threw me out like I was nothing.” She would sob into Paige.
“It’s fine. You got me.” Paige would reply, hands stroking her hair. After college, Paige went #1 overall to the league.
She proposed to Zoelle. When Zoelle’s mother heard about the news, she reached out.
It was a random Tuesday. Zoelle was cleaning up after dinner. Paige was behind her, arm snaked around her waist, trying to coerce her to come to bed.
Zoelle’s phone rung on the kitchen counter. She looked down and her heart dropped. ‘mom’ the phone read.
Paige’s brows furrowed. Zoelle picked the phone up and put it on speaker.
“Hey. I heard about the engagement. I never should’ve did this to you, Zoey. I was wrong. I never thought I’d be missing out on this big chapter of your life.”
Zoelle swallowed hard. Paige rubbed her back soothingly. Zoelle snapped.
“You don’t get to randomly show up into my life. You abandoned me. I was 18. You both left me for dead just because I love someone. That’s not parenting. That’s not love. So, I don’t know what you’re calling for, but whatever it is, no. You can’t have money. You can’t be invited to my wedding. But, what you can do is delete my number.” And with that, she hung up.
She spent all night crying into Paige after that. “You did the right thing, mama.” Paige whispered to her fiancée, wiping away at her tears.
Now, it’s their wedding day. Zoelle is nervous as all hell. Her hair is pinned up, natural and curly. Her makeup is done, beautiful and pink. Her dress makes her cry before she even walks down the aisle.
Her dress is white as snow, flowy and big. She looks beautiful. Breathtaking.
It’s her big day. But she’s not as happy as she should be. She doesn’t have a dad there to walk her down an aisle. She doesn’t have a mom there to make a speech and embarrass her by showing old baby videos and photos.
“Can you get Paige?” Zoelle sobs to her best friend, Lynn.
“Hey,” Paige says, walking in the room looking like she just walked out of a movie.
Her suit white and purple. Her hair straight and flowing down her shoulders. Her makeup light and natural.
Zoelle sniffs, turning around. “Oh, baby.” Paige’s face drops. “What’s wrong?”
“I just. I dunno. Most of my family isn’t even here. And it’s the biggest day of my life” Zoelle shakes her head.
Some of her cousins she kept in touch with were here. Her aunt Kierra was here. She’s an only child, much unlike Paige.
“Hey, It’s okay, mama. Don’t let that ruin today. It’s their fault. They chose to miss out on this chapter of your life. Not you.” Paige reassures Zoelle. “We’re kinda not supposed to see each other before the wedding.” Zoelle chuckles, swatting at her eyes.
Paige shrugs, “My girl needed me.”
And in that moment, Zoelle knew, Paige was all she ever needed. She suddenly didn’t care about her family. Paige is her family.
Paige didn’t think she was gonna cry like this. She was on the verge of sobbing in front of everyone at the sight of Zoelle reading her vows.
“Paige, my love. You’ve been there since 10th grade. You’re my best friend, my partner, all in one. From the first day I laid eyes on you in 10th grade gym class, I knew it was always going to he you. No matter all we’ve been through, all the challenges, all the struggles, everything, you’ve been there. You never gave up on me. You never let me go. When I lost contact with my family, you were the only one there. You helped me through it. You made me realize you’re all I ever needed. You are my family. I don’t need anyone else. I just need you. From this day forward, I promise to be the best wife anyone could ever ask for. I love you, baby. Forever and always.”
Paige couldn’t contain herself. She couldn’t hold the tears.
“Zoelle, when I first saw you in the halls, I knew you were gonna be mine. No one was gonna stop that. And no one did. From late night ‘studying’ to early morning beach walks, you have been there. Everything I do is for you. I go to sleep happy every night that I get to wrap my arms around you. I remember one night when we were juniors, you were rambling on about the future. And I confessed my feelings. You didn’t back away. You didn’t get weirded out. You laughed. You laughed and told me I was an idiot for not seeing that you were madly in love with me. Ever since that day, I knew I was gonna make you my wife. I love you more than you can think. I love you more than the stars love the sky. I love you so much, and I will never stop loving you. Til’ death do us part, my beautiful Zoelle.”
After they exchange rings, Paige bounces on her feet. “I now pronounce you wife and wife.”
“Can I kiss her now or?” She smiles a gummy smile. The crowd laughs, Zoelle shakes her head. “You may now kiss your bride.”
Paige wastes no time, hooking Zoelle by her waist and kissing her like there’s no tomorrow.
The reception was nothing short of fun and memorable. It was just after midnight when the newly married couple finally got to their hotel room.
“I can’t believe we just got fucking married, dude.” Paige chuckles in disbelief.
“I can. It was always you. It’s always gonna be you.” Zoelle smiled at her wife.
Zoelle didn’t need shitty parents who disowned her. She didn’t need anyone. She just needed Paige. And that, she had.
The two laid in each other’s arms all night. Crossing memory lane. Kissing. All the works. And that was all they need.
Chapter 2 – Worth the Wait
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summary: azzi is annoyed at paige and paige probably deserves it, but that doesn't mean she can't be annoyed back.
wc: 3k
ao3 link
tags: domestic-fluff, established-relationship
a/n: posting this here bc its completed #yay
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pairing: paige x azzi au: shark taggers synopsis: azzi moves to cape cod after accepting a temporary job at an old, rusty marine center. she immediately clashes with paige, whose working style is the complete opposite of hers... or the enemies to lovers story with a pinch of sharks. wc: 3k JAWSome fact of the day: sharks’ ears are located inside their heads. ────୨ৎ──── masterlist────୨ৎ────
Drenched in sapphire moonlight - pt2 of it’s all for you
Long overdue, am so sorry but here’s pt2 as promised :) —the lollipop story is legit something that happened to me
~Coming of age, wlw yearning, best friends to lovers ofc, homoerotic friendship, heavy on the erotic part, young love, mildly internalized homophobia
Word count : 2.7k
Warnings : smut 😁 but romantic and sweet not so porny
Part 1 here - it’s all for you
Azzi’s bedroom is steeped in blue moonlight, the sound of crickets masking their careful footsteps. Paige turns on the shower in the bathroom connected to Azzi’s room while she tosses their damp towels over the bedframe to dry. She gingerly joins Paige under the water to rinse off the chlorine, as they’d done a hundred times before. Only this time she’d had Paige’s tongue in her mouth ten minutes prior, a notable line they’d yet to cross. They stifle their laughter and tease each other with a newfound lightness. They don’t yet dare discuss the moment they’ve just shared, but it’s recognized nonetheless through the noticeable weight lifted from the air between them. Paige doesn’t feel like she’s choking on Azzi’s presence anymore. She feels giddy and breathless, like nothing could intrude on the delicate sanctuary this room and tiny cabin has brought them. After a final complaint about the heat of the water, Paige excuses herself from the shower.
She stands just outside, watching the droplets fall from her skin onto the fuzzy green bathmat. They bleed a deeper, mossy color as the fabric absorbs them. She reaches back to unclasp her swimsuit top, unintentionally catching a glimpse at the shower beside her. The glass is fogged up and steam curls around them. She can still vaguely make out Azzi’s now nude form from behind the frosted wall. She snaps her head away, suddenly embarrassed. Something about seeing the vague blur of her body from outside the shower feels more intimate than having just been in there with her. She slides her wet bottoms from her body, the material sticking to her knees as she tugs them off. She contemplates hanging the suit from the shower door next to where Azzi’s draped hers, but she decides against it. The breach of their ever so delicate dance of friendship having already complicated things. Before this confirmation of their feelings for one another, they could get away with doing wildly intimate things under the guise of being “just close friends.” Sharing a bed with their limbs entwined and showering together after the lake was allowed to mean nothing when, for all they knew, they were best friends. She’s reminded of the lollipop they shared earlier, just a thing Azzi had found in her backpack and plucked the plastic from as they got ready to walk down to the lake. They passed it back and forth between one another, sometimes with Azzi taking the red sucker out of her mouth with a pop, and placing it right between Paige’s lips. She’d swirl her tongue around it, searching for any flavour of Azzi in the cherry sugar. They’d lock eyes while they did it, reading every micro expression to try and figure out what the other was thinking. It drove Paige crazy. They would push and push, carefully toeing the line of what the other was okay with, having yet to find a limit. This sudden shift meant Paige wasn’t sure what she was allowed to do anymore. She didn’t want Azzi to feel uncomfortable with anything. 24 hours ago, Paige likely would’ve thrown her wet top over the shower wall and attempted to hit Azzi in the face with it. She opts to leave it on the window sill.
The sound of crickets takes over as the muffled hum of water stops.
Paige is sitting on the side of the bed, held up by the heels of her palms when Azzi steps out of the bathroom. She looks half zoned out, her gaze turning to Azzi as she’s absorbed by the sliver of orange light swallowing the bedroom as it pours from the bathroom door. For once, she looks almost bashful, her eyes on Azzi as she flicks off the light. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, she takes in the girl on her bed. She’s in gray calvin klein boxers and a thin white t-shirt that looks almost blue in the moonlight. She looks pretty. Her low messy bun and the few escaped strands dripping water onto her shirt. The peaks of her breasts through the thin material and the way that despite her timid expression, she sits relaxed with her legs slightly apart. Azzi takes a step toward her, the floor creaking lightly beneath her feet. Both girls jump, instinctively looking toward the door to the hallway. Their eyes meet again, both enjoying a breathless giggle.
Azzi’s right above her now. Paige smiles, blinking up at her as she breathes in the scent of her skin. Some type of sweet, tropical lotion and the familiar floral smell of her curls. She rakes her eyes down her body, over the little black tank top and her pink plaid pj shorts. Her hand comes up instinctively, curling around the back of Azzi’s thigh, anchoring her where she stands between Paige’s legs.
“We should talk.” Azzi mumbles, smiling.
“Yeah.” Paige agrees, dropping her head, letting it rest against Azzi’s middle.
“But not right now.” She responds, her voice a whisper as she tilts Paige’s chin back up. Paige’s eyes are wide and before she knows it she’s on her back against the cool white sheets and Azzi’s lips are on hers. They kiss like that for a while, content with only the sounds of their mingled breathing and mouths moving together. Paige tangles her fingers in Azzi’s curls, maneuvering them onto their sides. They part for a moment to breathe and Paige swears she sees stars in Azzi’s big brown eyes. They can’t help but grin, their hands on each other's faces like the other might slip away, even now. Paige sits up onto her elbow, whispering into Azzi’s jaw. “C’mere.” She plants a kiss following her words. She slides backwards until she’s up against the bedframe. Azzi shuffles until her knees are on either side of Paige’s legs. The blonde taps the outside of her thigh, prompting her to lift her leg enough for Paige to move hers through. Now Azzi’s straddling her thigh. She pulls her down with a gentle guiding hand on her lower back, pressing her thigh up just enough to spark that delicious pressure between Azzi’s legs. They kiss again, tentative and slow. Azzi’s lips are soft and all Paige can taste is her sweet chapstick. She rolls her hips against Paige’s thigh and breathes out soft sounds into her mouth. Paige swallows everything she gives her, her long, lithe fingers dragging along the sides of Azzi’s torso, fingertips slipping under her tank top. They stop carefully under the ridges of her breasts, with Paige breaking the kiss. “Can I?” She breathes, her blue eyes wide and pleading. Azzi grins, planting a long kiss on Paige’s mouth before sitting back on her heels. She grips the bottom of her tank top, pulling it over her head. Paige’s lips are parted and slick with her spit and Azzi thinks it’s the prettiest she’s ever seen her. Maybe because she rarely sees Paige without words. The blonde’s hands find her waist, pulling her forward. They wander shamelessly, her thumbs kneading her breasts, sliding over the peaks of her nipples as her tongue finds Azzi’s neck. “You’re so perfect.” Paige’s tongue soothes her words, sucking gently on the soft skin behind her jaw. Azzi hums in contentment, gasping softly as Paige’s mouth covers her nipple. She tangles her fingers in the loose tangle of blonde hair from Paige’s bun that's come undone. Paige swirls her tongue over Azzi’s nipple, sucking softly. She thinks of the lollipop, of how her bare skin is a thousand times sweeter than the cherry sugar. Paige keeps one of her hands busy on Azzi’s breast, dropping the other to trace a delicate path on the inside of Azzi’s thigh. The other girl whines almost desperately and it’s beautiful. Paige wants to drink the sounds she makes as the fist in her hair tightens. “Please.” Azzi pleads, staring down at her, her pupils wide and black as ink.
Paige’s fingers press deeper into the flesh of Azzi’s thigh. “What?” She smiles, a glint in her eye.
“Touch me. Please?” Azzi mumbles gingerly, her hips pressing forward into Paige’s grip.
“I am touching you.” She replies, her thumb swiping over the bud of Azzi’s breast. Azzi cocks her head, sliding a hand from Paige’s chest to cup her jaw. “Fuck me, Paige. Please.” She whispers, boldly and bluntly. Paige feels her throat tense and her brain short circuit. She’s looking at Azzi and her gaze is on fire. It reminds Azzi of the look she gets when somebody starts shit talking to her on the court. It’s that crazy eyed stare she gets when she’s only thinking about one thing. Usually it’s winning, but right now it’s Azzi. Something about it makes her nervous to have it directed at her. She’s snapped out of it by Paige’s lips below her navel. “Take these off f’me.” She mumbles, tugging on Azzi’s shorts. She shuffles back, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere on the floor.
She has on the prettiest white cotton panties, delicate lace trimming the edges and Paige just wants to go down on her right then and there. But she paces herself, kissing just above her waistband, trailing each press of her lips with her tongue. Azzi makes the most delightful sounds above her, and she thinks they can’t possibly get better until she brings two of her agile fingers between Azzi’s legs, pressing down gently. She’s so wet it drives Paige insane. She makes a choked sound between a gasp and a moan and pulls her blonde hair. Suddenly all Paige wants to hear is her name in that same tone. “Lie down.” She orders curtly but gently, following Azzi’s body with her own. Paige’s lips are on hers the moment the brunette is on her back. Paige is propped up on one elbow, the other arm dragging softly over Azzi’s tawny skin. She stops to toy with her breast and then ghosts her fingertips over the piercing on Azzi’s navel. She jerks her hips as Paige’s fingers meet her waistband, sliding down to rub soft circles over the wet fabric of her underwear. Azzi whines into Paige’s mouth, which she takes as a signal to stop her teasing. She breaks apart the kiss briefly to tell Azzi to lift her hips as Paige slides her panties down her legs. She can read the nervousness in Azzi’s eyes, kissing her gently as she finally slides her fingers through the wetness between her thighs. Azzi gasps, tossing her head back against the pillow. Paige grins, triumphant, continuing her gentle motions. She glances down in awe at where her hand sits between the girl's toned thighs. She’s never seen a more beautiful thing in her life.
Azzi lifts her head from its place on the pillow, concern and shyness in her wide eyes. She smacks Paige lightly on the side of her arm. “Stop looking!” She scolds in a hushed voice. Paige grins, abruptly removing her hand as she kisses Azzi’s neck. “You say stop?”
“Paigee..” Azzi whines, long and drawn out as she reaches for the blonde's wrist, placing her hand back between her legs. “Mhmm?” She hums in response, a lazy smile in her voice as she goes back to her previous motions. Their playful moment lulls as Azzi’s mouth finds hers again, every so often stopping as she raggedly exhales.
Paige collects the wetness on two of her fingers, slipping them inside. She curls her fingers just right. “Fuck, fuck.” Azzi breathes into her ear. “That feel good?” Paige asks, knowing the answer. “Feels so good.” Azzi parrots, practically babbling.
They kiss for a while as Paige’s fingers find their way back to Azzi’s clit. She’s pulling on Paige’s hair now, and kissing her hard. “You’re so good at that, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She pleads, and Paige isn’t sure there’s anything on this earth that would make her stop. She breathes Paige’s name alongside a string of curse words and Paige thinks she must be in heaven. Azzi’s body shakes as she comes, her thighs closing tightly around Paige’s hand. She’s louder than Paige had expected, having to muffle her soft moans with her own mouth.
The air between them is thick with their mingled heavy breathing as Azzi comes down. Paige’s heart is suddenly racing and she’s filled with fear that Azzi will regret what has just happened. She anxiously meets her eyes when Azzi finally opens them and tilts her chin down to face Paige. She wears a timid smile. “How are you so good at that?”
Paige opens her mouth before Azzi cuts her off. “Actually, don't answer that.” They both laugh, breathless and Paige is filled with relief. Azzi suddenly feels aware of her nakedness and glances rapidly between Paige’s face and the silver cross rocking against her white shirt. She tugs on the fabric, indicating she wants it off. Paige smiles, incredulous as she reaches back to pull the shirt over her head. She drops it on the bed near their feet and Azzi presses up onto her palms to be on her level. Paige swallows nervously as Azzi rakes her fingernails over the girl's chest. They catch on the cross and their eyes meet at the same time. Azzi has no way of proving it, but she knows they’re thinking the same thing. What that cross means to them, for them. To others about people like them. She decides this is not the time to think about it, wrapping and arm around Paige’s ribs to kiss her tenderly. She takes the opportunity to explore, her fingers tracing the small roundness of her breasts and the pink of her nipples. She plants kisses along Paige’s collarbone, hearing her gasp as her tongue finds the peak of her breast. She sucks on the milky skin, separating briefly to admire the few purple marks littered over her chest. She grins. “White people bruise so easily.” she whispers, a teasing giggle as her fingers touch the skin. “Hey, not too much on me now.” Paige rolls her eyes, her hand clasping the one on her chest. “White girl just made you come–” Paige is cut off from her cocky and ever audacious remark by Azzi’s muffling hand over her mouth. “Shut up!” She scolds, her cheeks red and her dimples showing. Paige simply chuckles and kisses her again. Azzi’s hand trails lower, slipping past Paige’s waistband between her thighs. She’s wet, it’s soaked through the gray cotton of her boxers. She sighs into the kiss as Azzi starts moving her fingers in shy, tentative circles. Paige hums, content, which encourages Azzi to add a bit more pressure. “Is this okay?” She asks nervously. “I haven’t–” “Yes. You couldn’t possibly touch me and have it not be okay, Az.” Paige cuts her off, comforting her as she tucks a few curls behind her ear. “Can I… try?” Azzi asks, her fingers hovering over the waistband of Paige’s boxers. Paige pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling as she nods bashfully. She lifts her hips, sliding the material down her legs and tossing it on the ground to join Azzi’s shorts. Azzi slides her fingers a few times through the slick between her legs and Paige feels like she might die if she hasn’t already. There’s something so beautiful about the earnestness with which Azzi moves, careful but eager to please. Paige tangles her fist in Azzi’s curls and pulls her down for a kiss. Her tongue is in Azzi’s mouth as she moves her hips in time with the motions between her legs. She pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. “You’re doing so good, please don’t stop Az.” She praises breathlessly before leaning in to kiss her again. Paige is all ragged breaths and curse words as she comes. She tugs on Azzi’s hair and pulls her impossibly closer by the waist.
They catch their breaths in sync, lying face to face under the thin white sheet, a sheen of sweat on their bodies from the summer heat. Drenched in sapphire moonlight, they fall asleep to the chirping of the crickets outside the window. Maybe they'll talk tomorrow.
I miss how wholesome the fandom was on here a few years back :(
Now, every time I hop on after a busy day and check tags, just trolls everywhere and people constantly calling each other out for the smallest stuff
Anyway, hope everybody's having a great day so far.
pazzi masterlist:
one shots 🦭:
| teach me ⇝ paige giving azzi sex lessons wc: 12.5k
| recreate ⇝ paige and azzi recreates a sex position wc: 4.3k
| my hot nerd ⇝ possessive popular azzi x nerd paige wc: 11.1k
| my princess and my no 1 ⇝ draft ‘26 au, wc: 9k
| finding courage ⇝ my best friends sister au, wc: 5.2k
| studying you ⇝ nerd & volleyball player azzi au, wc: 8.6k
| always being by each others sides ⇝ paige and azzi helping each other through injuries, wc: 4.5k
| love and paradise ⇝ cruise au, friends to lovers, wc: 6.7k
| giving in ⇝ Halloween party au, joker and Harley quinn wc: 8.1k
| obsessed ⇝ azzi being a boobs girl, wc: 3.4k
| taking care of you ⇝ drunk azzi, friends to lovers, wc: 4.2k
| trying something new ⇝ azzi strapping paige down wc: 5.2k
| unspoken feelings ⇝ friends to lovers, wc: 7.5k
| love language ⇝ Azzi’s love language being physical touch, wc: 2.5k
Series 🦭:
| wine pon you ⇝ stripper azzi au, 1/2 parts complete. wc: 4.1k
| awaiting the arrival ⇝ pregnant paige, married au 1/3 parts complete. wc: 6k pt 1;
| meaningful coincidence ⇝ nanny azzi au, strangers to lovers, age gap, & grumpy x sunshine. 2/11 chapters complete. wc: 8.5k pt 1; pt 2;
| tension ⇝ blurred lines between friends and lovers, 2/2 parts complete, pt 1; pt 2
i hate new wnba tumblr you guys are the worst lol
“Homework & heavy eye “🔥
Word count 20k
Arthur note hey freaky folks here yall smut yall been worry me hell about btw this my first smut book so umm idk how I feel about this one imma get better with the smut … let me know what you like about this and what I need to do better Tyy xoxobre ps shoutout to my girl @villauconnbarcafball been here since day 1 thank you girly❤️
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The rain drummed a steady, heavy rhythm against the window of the dorm room. Azzi sat at her desk, surrounded by open textbooks and crumpled pieces of paper. It was Friday night, and while most people were out, she was stuck trying to finish her math homework. The air in the room felt thick and sleepy from the storm outside.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the wood desk. The screen lit up, showing a notification, but Azzi didn't even look at it. She just wanted to finish this last page. A few seconds later, a text popped up
Kaylabug💜“Come downstairs and open the door. Meet me.”
Azzi sighed, dropping her pencil. "What does she want now?" she muttered to herself.
She stood up, stretched her sore back, and grabbed her black umbrella from the corner. The walk down to the lobby was quiet, the hallway smelling like floor wax and old carpet. When she reached the heavy glass front doors, she pushed them open. The cold air hit her face, and the sound of the rain got much louder, splashing against the concrete.
Right there at the curb, a car was idling with its lights blurred by the downpour. Azzi pulled her hood up, popped her umbrella, and jogged over to the back door.
As soon as she pulled the door open, a thick, sweet cloud of smoke rolled out into the rainy air. The smell of weed was so strong it hit her instantly. She looked at the driver’s seat. Paige was sitting there, her back slumped against the leather. Her eyes were red and heavy, barely staying open as she stared at the dashboard. She was man spreading
in the driver’s seat, her knees knocked wide apart and her hands resting loosely on the bottom of the steering wheel. She looked completely spaced out.
"Finally, you made it," Kayla said from the back. She sounded impatient, leaning back into her seat and checking her nails.
Azzi didn't say a word. She closed her umbrella, shaking the water onto the floor mat, and climbed into the passenger seat. She shut the door, cutting off the sound of the rain, leaving them in the quiet, hazy warmth of the car. Kayla leaned forward, her hand heavy and damp from the rain as she gripped Azzi’s shoulder.
So, girly," Kayla started, her voice dropping to a persuasive whisper. "I really need a huge favor. I need your keys so I can run up and use your bathroom. I’ve been holding it forever and Paige is being a hater she won't even let me out to find a gas station."
Azzi felt the heat of Kayla's hand through her hoodie. She looked over at Paige, who was still slumped in the driver’s seat. Paige didn't even turn her head; she just stared blankly at the windshield wipers flicking back and forth, her jaw relaxed and her legs still spread wide, taking up the entire footwell. She looked like she was in another dimension.
Azzi scoffed, the sound sharp in the cramped, smoky space. She looked back at Kayla in the rearview mirror. "You’ve got to be kidding me," Azzi said,
shifting her weight away from the hand on her shoulder. "You made me walk all the way down here, in the middle of my homework and a literal thunderstorm, just because you have to pee? And you want my keys to go up there by yourself?"
She looked at the dashboard clock, then at the heavy rain blurring the world outside the window. The idea of letting Kayla loose in her room while she was stuck sitting in a car with a high off her mind Paige felt like a bad setup.
"Why can't Paige just drive you to the corner store?" Azzi asked, even though she already knew the answer just by looking at Paige’s glazed expression.
"She’s not moving, Azzi," Kayla groaned, giving Azzi’s shoulder a little shake. "Look at her. She’s locked in. Just give me the keys, it’ll take two minutes, I swear."
"You’re lucky," Azzi muttered. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her keys, and pressed them into Kayla’s hand.
Kayla grinned. "Thanks, Az." She hopped out of the car, slamming the door behind her, and disappeared into the lobby, leaving Azzi alone in the quiet, smoky car with Paige. The silence in the car felt heavy, thick with the scent of weed and the sound of rain drumming against the roof. Azzi stared out the side window, watching the drops race down the glass in blurry streaks. The lobby lights looked far away through the storm, and she wondered how long Kayla would actually take.
Slowly, the leather seat creaked. Paige shifted her weight, finally turning her head toward the passenger side. When Azzi finally looked over, Paige was watching her with those heavy, red-rimmed eyes. She reached up, dragging a thumb across her bottom lip before slowly licking them, her gaze never leaving Azzi’s face.
"You always this quiet?" Paige asked.
Her voice was different than usual. It was deep and dropped into a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the small space of the car. She was still sitting with her legs spread wide, one arm draped over the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console, inches away from Azzi’s hand.
Azzi felt a chill that had nothing to do with the rain outside. Paige looked completely wrecked, but the way she was staring made the air in the car feel even tighter than before.
Azzi narrowed her eyes, trying to read whatever was going on behind that glazed, heavy-lidded stare.
"What you talking bout?" Azzi asked, her voice steady but cautious.
Paige didn’t blink. She just let out a slow, lazy breath that smelled like blunt wraps, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She shifted slightly, her knee brushing against the center console as she leaned a bit closer into Azzi’s space. That deep, raspy voice came out even lower this time, almost like a growl.
"I’m just saying," Paige muttered, her words dragging just a little. "I’ve been sitting here watching you. You just stare out that window like you're a million miles away. You don't got nothing to say to me now that your bestie gone?"
She tilted her head to the side, her braids falling over her shoulder. The way she was looking at Azzi wasn't like her normal, goofy self. There was something intense and heavy about it, fueled by whatever she had been smoking. She reached out with her right hand, trailing her fingers along the edge of the gear shift, moving closer to where Azzi’s leg was.
"I know you ain't that shy," Paige added, her eyes dropping down for a second before snapping back up to lock onto Azzi’s. "Or maybe you just don't like being alone with me. Which one is it?"She leaned back against the passenger door, putting a little distance between her and that heavy, smoky energy Paige was putting out. She looked Paige up and down from the messy braids to the way she was slumped so low in the seat and let out a short, dry laugh.
"Shy? Please," Azzi said, her voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm not shy, Paige. I’m just wondering why you’re looking at me like I’m a snack when you can barely keep your head up straight."
She crossed her arms over her chest, staring right back into those red, heavy eyes. "And I got plenty to say. For starters, you're lucky you didn't hit a pole driving over here in that state. You look like you're seeing three of me right now."
Paige's smirk didn't fade; if anything, it grew wider, her tongue sliding over her teeth as she took in Azzi’s attitude.
"I see you just fine," Paige rasped, her voice sounding like velvet and sandpaper. She moved her hand from the gear shift, letting her fingers graze the fabric of Azzi’s sweatpants near her knee. "And I like the view. You're real cute when you’re acting all tough and concerned."
Azzi felt a heat crawl up her neck, but she didn't move her leg. She just raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her cool. "Keep your hands on the wheel, Paige. You’re high as a kite and Kayla’s gonna be back any second. Don't start something you're too faded to finish."Paige smacked her lips again, a slow, lazy sound. Without a word, she reached out with both hands, her grip surprisingly firm as she hooked them around Azzi’s waist. Before Azzi could even protest, Paige pulled her across the center console and right onto her lap.
The steering wheel pressed against Azzi’s back, and the space felt impossibly small. Paige’s legs were still spread wide, making room for Azzi to sit. The smell of weed and expensive cologne was everywhere now, overwhelming and warm.
Azzi didn't fight it, but she felt her heart racing. She leaned forward, hiding her face by tucking her head into the crook of Paige’s neck. The skin there was warm, and she could feel the vibration of Paige’s slow, steady breathing.
"Stop, Paige," Azzi mumbled, her voice muffled against Paige’s skin. She didn't move to get up, though. Her hands rested weakly on Paige’s shoulders.
Paige didn't let go. Instead, she tightened her hold on Azzi’s waist, leaning her head back against the headrest. She let out a low, raspy chuckle that Azzi felt more than she heard.
"You saying stop, but you ain't moving," Paige whispered, her voice vibrating right against Azzi's ear. She turned her head slightly, her lips grazing Azzi’s hair. "Make up your mind, Az."
Azzi didn't answer Paige’s teasing; she couldn't find the words even if she wanted to. Instead, she let her head heavy against Paige’s shoulder and began to press soft, lingering kisses into the warm skin of her neck. She moved slowly, her lips grazing the spot just below Paige’s ear where the scent of her perfume was the strongest. It was a familiar, aching feeling the kind of habit they both fell into whenever the world got quiet and they were finally alone.
Paige let out a sharp, jagged breath. The lazy, slumped posture she had earlier vanished as she reacted to the touch. Her hand, which had been resting loosely at Azzi’s waist, slid down with a sudden, possessive energy. She gripped Azzi’s rear firmly, her fingers digging into the fabric of her sweats, pulling her body even tighter against her own.
The sudden pressure and the heat of Paige’s palm made Azzi’s breath hitch. A low, soft moan escaped her, vibrating directly against the pulse point in Paige's neck.
The sound was muffled by the thick air in the car, but it was enough to make Paige groan back, a deep sound that rumbled from her chest.
Paige’s grip tightened, her knuckles grazing the leather of the seat as she held Azzi in place. "You're gonna make me forget Kayla's coming back," Paige rasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the kisses, her head falling back against the headrest. She looked completely gone now,
She moved from the soft, lingering kisses to something more intense. She caught a small patch of skin right above Paige’s collarbone and bit down hard. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was firm enough to leave a mark that would definitely be there tomorrow.
Paige’s reaction was instant. Her head snapped back against the headrest with a dull thud, and a sharp, breathy "fuck" escaped her lips. The sound was thick and strained, caught somewhere between a growl and a gasp. Instead of pulling away, Paige tilted her chin up and moved her head to the side, exposing the full length of her neck and giving Azzi even more room to work.
The low eye, heavy lidded look Paige had been wearing since Azzi got in the car sharpened into something much more focused. Her hands didn't just stay at Azzi's waist anymore; she pulled Azzi closer, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Azzi’s sweatpants, dragging her flush against her. The friction of their clothes and the intense heat building between them made the windows fog up even faster, turning the rainy world outside into nothing but a grey, blurry smear.
"You're wild for that," Paige rasped, her voice sounding completely wrecked. She reached up with one hand, her fingers tangling into the hair at the back of Azzi’s head, pulling just enough to keep her pressed firmly against her skin. "Do it again."
Azzi could feel Paige’s heart hammering against her own chest, a fast, rhythmic thumping that matched the frantic pace of the raindrops on the roof. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Paige’s skin and the fading smell of the blunt, before leaning back in to find another spot. Every time Azzi’s teeth grazed her, Paige let out another shaky breath, her body vibrating with every muffled sound Azzi made against her. They were completely locked in
She slid her hand upward, the cool air of the car hitting Azzi’s skin as the fabric of her shirt was pushed up. With practiced, shaky fingers, Paige reached behind Azzi’s back and unhooked the clasp of her bra.
The sudden release made Azzi’s breath hitch. Her chest felt heavy and sensitive in the dim light of the dashboard. Paige didn't waste a second; she reached out and cupped one of Azzi's breasts in her large, warm palm, her thumb grazing the peak. The contrast between Paige's rough, calloused hand and Azzi's soft skin sent a jolt through the car's silent cabin.
Paige leaned forward, her heavy lidded eyes dark and focused. She let her head drop, her mouth replacing her hand on the other side. As soon as she took Azzi into her mouth, a loud, broken moan tore from Azzi’s throat, echoing against the glass. Azzi arched her back, her fingers digging desperately into Paige’s shoulders, clutching the fabric of her hoodie as she was pulled deeper into the seat.
Paige groaned low in her throat, a sound of pure satisfaction. She used her free hand to squeeze and knead, her grip firm and possessive, while she continued to swirl her tongue with a lazy, rhythmic pressure. The steering wheel was pressed into Azzi’s side and the gear shift was digging into her leg, but she didn't care. The world was just the smell of Paige’s skin, the sound of the rain, and the intense, dizzying heat of Paige’s mouth.
Azzi’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the feeling, her body trembling on Paige’s lap. Every time Paige sucked harder or squeezed, Azzi let out another soft, shaky sound, her heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her fingertips.
zzi was trembling, her hands shaking as she gripped Paige’s hair. Every breath she took felt like she was inhaling Paige’s scent.
"Please, Paige..." Azzi whispered, her voice cracking as another moan escaped her.
Paige didn't stop. Her movements were heavy and determined. She reached down, pulling Azzi’s shirt over her head and tossing it into the back seat. Then, her hands moved to the waistband of Azzi’s shorts, sliding them down and off her legs until Azzi was completely exposed in the dim, smoky light.
Paige leaned back just an inch, her red eyes wandering over Azzi’s body with a slow, hungry look. She looked like she was in a trance, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"You want it?" Paige rasped, her voice deeper than before, sounding like a growl. She gripped Azzi's hips, her thumbs digging into her skin. "Tell me how bad you want it, Az. Say it."
She waited, her mouth hovering just inches from Azzi’s, her hot breath ghosting over her lips. She wasn't moving until she heard the words.
Azzi’s head fell back against the steering wheel, her eyes squeezed shut. She felt the cold air from the car’s vents on her skin, but where Paige was touching her, she was burning up.
"I want it so bad," Azzi whimpered, her fingers tightening on Paige's shoulders. "Please, Paige... right now."
Paige let out a dark, satisfied hum and
Azzi reached down, her fingers trembling but determined, and caught Paige’s wrist. She guided Paige’s hand downward, past the heat of her stomach, until she pressed Paige’s palm firmly against the damp heat between her legs.
"I want it bad," Azzi whispered directly into Paige’s ear, her lips brushing against the lobe as she shivered.
Paige let out a ragged, guttural sound, her head falling back against the seat again. The contact was electric. Her hand was large and warm, and as soon as she felt how ready Azzi was for her, her fingers didn't stay still. She began to move with a slow, heavy rhythm that matched the dazed, high energy she’d been carrying all night. Her thumb found the center of everything, applying a lazy but firm pressure that made Azzi’s knees go weak.
"Yeah?" Paige rasped, her voice a low vibration that Azzi could feel in her own chest. "You're so slick for me, Az."
Paige hooked a finger under the edge of Azzi's lace, tugging it aside so there was nothing left between her skin and Azzi's. She began to work, her touch deep and rhythmic, making Azzi’s hips roll instinctively against her hand. Every time Paige's palm pressed flat against her, Azzi let out a sharp, broken gasp, her forehead dropping onto Paige’s shoulder as she tried to muffle her sounds.
Paige’s other hand stayed locked on Azzi’s waist, her thumb digging into her hip bone to keep her from moving too far away.
"Look at me," Paige commanded, her voice thick and commanding.
Azzi lifted her head, her hair messy and her eyes hazy with a mix of want and exhaustion. Paige was staring at her with a look of pure, clouded hunger, her pupils blown wide. She moved her hand faster, her fingers curling and sliding with an expert touch that had Azzi arching her back, her breath coming in short, frantic hitches as she neled closer to the edge.
Paige’s hand moved with a sudden, sharp intent, her fingers curling upward and finding that one sensitive internal ridge with a heavy, rhythmic pressure. The friction was intense, perfectly timed with the slow, deep grind of her palm against Azzi's exterior.
Azzi’s entire body went rigid. Her fingers, which had been tangled in Paige’s hair, tightened so hard her knuckles turned white. Her back arched in a sharp, elegant curve, her chest pressing hard against Paige's as the sensation built into something unbearable.
“I-I’m—” Azzi started, her voice a frantic, high pitched thread of sound, but the words died in her throat.
The climax hit her like a physical weight. Her internal muscles clamped down hard on Paige’s fingers as a sudden, hot rush of fluid erupted from her, soaking into Paige’s hand and splashing across the leather of the driver's seat. Azzi’s legs began to shake uncontrollably, her thighs quivering against Paige’s hips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
She let out a long, broken cry that was muffled by the crook of Paige’s neck, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing hitches. The world was spinning, reduced to nothing but the pulsing heat between her legs and the feeling of Paige holding her steady through the storm of it.
Paige didn’t pull away. She leaned into the mess, her thumb continuing to circle with a slow, grounding pressure even as Azzi continued to twitch and shudder in her lap. Paige let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated deep in her chest, her heavy-lidded eyes watching Azzi’s face with a look of dazed, smug satisfaction.
"Yeah, I got you," Paige rasped, her voice sounding like gravel and silk. She pulled Azzi’s limp body closer, burying her face in Azzi’s damp hair. "I definitely got you."
Azzi was completely spent, her head lolling onto Paige’s shoulder as the adrenaline began to fade, leaving her heavy and floating in the quiet, hazy warmth of the car. The only sound left was the rain and the frantic thud of two hearts trying to find their rhythm again.
She reached into the backseat, grabbing Azzi’s shirt and shorts. Azzi was completely out, her head lolling against the headrest, her breathing deep and rhythmic after the intensity of what just happened. Paige carefully slid the shirt over Azzi’s limp arms and pulled her shorts back up, smoothing the fabric over her damp skin. She adjusted the passenger seat, reclining it so Azzi could rest comfortably, and threw a light jacket over her to hide any lingering mess.
Just as Paige was leaning back into her own seat, trying to catch her breath, the lobby door swung open. Kayla jogged through the rain, shielding her head with her hands, and yanked the back door open. She hopped in, bringing a burst of cold, wet air with her.
"Man, that was close! I thought a RA was gonna see me in the hall," Kayla panted, shaking her hair out. She buckled her seatbelt and looked up, her expression quickly shifting from relief to total confusion. "Wait... what happened to Azzi? Is she dead?"
She leaned forward, peering over the center console at the unconscious girl. Azzi was dead to the world, her mouth slightly open and a faint flush still on her cheeks.
Then Kayla’s eyes traveled to Paige, and her eyebrows shot up. Paige was sitting there, trying to look cool, but she was a mess. Her breathing was still heavy, and in the dim light of the dashboard, Kayla could see the glisten on Paige’s hand it was soaked,
the moisture reflecting the green glow of the radio. Even worse, Paige hadn't realized she had a smear of wetness across her own mouth, and the front of her dark sweatpants had a visible, damp patch where Azzi had been sitting.
"Yo, Paige..." Kayla said, her voice dropping as she put the pieces together. She looked from Paige’s wet hand to the sleeping Azzi, then back to the damp spot on the driver's seat. "Why is your hand all wet? And your mouth? Did y'all... in the ten minutes I was gone?"
Paige didn't even try to come up with a lie. She just wiped her mouth with the back of her wet hand, which only made it worse, and let out a long, raspy chuckle. She looked back at Kayla through those bloodshot, heavy eyes, a smug, lopsided grin spreading across her face.
"She was stressed about her homework," Paige rasped, her voice sounding deeper and more wrecked than ever. "I just helped her relax. Now shut up and let her sleep."
Kayla sat back, eyes wide, looking between her two friends in disbelief. "In the car? On a Friday night? Y'all are actually insane."