mommy azzi n daddy Paige, thanks to anon for the fire req
Rumors had been circulating on social media for week. Fans dissected every photo, every video clip of you and Paige together, her arm slung over your shoulder during a game, her hand lingering too long around your waist as you laughed at some joke.
“Paige is cheating on Azzi with her best friend” the comments screamed.
“Look at how touchy they are”
You scrolled through the threads late at night, with a mix of amusement and frustration building in your chest.
If only they knew the truth, that you, Paige, and Azzi were a truly all together, tangled up in each other in ways the media could never imagine.
Paige and Azzi, the golden couple of women's basketball, were too scared to come clean. The pressure of their fame, the endorsements, the scrutiny, it all kept your relationship locked away like a dirty little secret.
Tonight, you were done pretending. The three of you piled into the back of a sleek black SUV with a distracted uber driver, heading to an exclusive club downtown. Paige sat on one side of you, her athletic frame pressed close, fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh under the hem of your short black dress. Azzi was on the other side, her dark eyes admiring you as she rested her head on your shoulder.
Paige chuckled, her hand sliding higher, brushing against the edge of your panties. “Im gonna take such good care of this pussy later. Right baby?
You swatted Paige's hand away, the feeling of their touch only fueled your anger.
“Yeah, well, maybe if you two weren't such pussies, we wouldn't have to hide this. Fans think you're cheating on Azzi with me, Paige. It's fucking pathetic” You blurted out
The car fell silent for a moment, the city lights flashing by. Azzi's grip tightened on your arm. “Not now baby, let’s have fun tonight” Azzi said, disregarding you.
“Fun?” You pulled away, crossing your arms. “I'm tired of this shit, of all the secrets. Do what I asked or I'm done playing along.”
Paige's jaw clenched, her blue eyes flashing with irritation. “You know we can't. Drop it”
By the time you arrived at the club, the tension was unbearable. The bouncer waved you through without a second glance, Paige and Azzi's status opened doors like magic. Inside, the bass thumped through your body, bodies grinding on the dance floor under strobe lights. You grabbed a drink from the bar, downing it in one go, the burn matching the fire in your heart.
Paige and Azzi stuck close at first, their hands possessive on your hips as you moved to the music. You could feel their eyes darting around, scanning for paparazzi, always performing the “best friend” act. It pissed you off. Spotting a tall pretty stranger, you made your move. You walked over, hips swaying, and your back against her front. Her hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer as you rolled your ass against her crotch, grinding to the beat.
The stranger's breath was hot on your neck. “Damn baby”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Paige and Azzi at the bar, their expressions angry. Azzi was the first to react, pushing across the floor with Paige hot behind her.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Azzi hissed, grabbing your arm, pulling you away.
The woman raised her hands, backing off with a laugh.
Paige wrapped a firm hand around your other wrist, dragging you toward the exit. “We're leaving. Now.”
You stumbled after them, the alcohol buzzing in your veins. “Jealous already? Maybe if you two manned up-”
“Stop talking” Paige growled, shoving open the side door into the cool night air. The SUV waited, they pushed you inside, slamming the door shut.
The ride home was tense, silent anger radiating from both of them. You sat between them, arms crossed, but your heart raced with a twisted thrill. Once you arrived, they hauled you inside without a word, straight to the bedroom. The door clicked locked behind you.
Azzi shoved you onto the king-sized bed, muscles flexing as she loomed over you. “The fuck do you think this is? Dancing on some random bitch to make a point?” Azzi scoffed.
Paige stripped off her jacket, tossing it aside, her tank top clinging to her toned abs. “It’s okay, we’re gonna teach you a lesson. Strip. Now.”
You hesitated at first. Slowly, you peeled off your dress, letting it sit at your feet, standing in just your lacy black bra and thong. Azzi's eyes raked over you, plotting on what to do next.
“All the way, slut” Azzi commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
Trembling with anticipation, you unhooked your bra, letting your tits spill free, nipples already hard. Then the thong, sliding it down your thighs to reveal your wet pussy.
Paige circled you like a shark, her hand cracking against your ass. “Look at you, dripping already. Mad because we won't let you parade your greedy holes to the world?”
Azzi laughed, pushing you back onto the bed and climbing over you. She pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, her free one sliding between your legs to cup your pussy.
“Princess, you're everything to us, but you need to learn your place.” Her fingers parted your pussy lips, plunging inside without warning, curling against your g-spot.
You arched, moaning. “fuck, azzi”.
“That's it baby, feel me” Azzi taunted, pumping her fingers harder and faster, her thumb grinding your clit. “You think that bitch could've made this wet cunt cum like I do?” Azzi groaned in your ear.
Paige knelt on the bed, unzipping her jeans and shoving them down along with her boxers. Her thick strap came into view, eight inches of silicone. “Open wide, bitch. Suck Daddy's cock while Mommy fucks your sloppy hole.”
You obeyed, mouth watering as Paige fed the tip past your lips. You swirled your tongue around it, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, taking it deeper until she hit the back of your throat. Paige groaned like she could feel it. “Good girl, choke on it. Show us how sorry you are”
Azzi added a third finger, stretching you wide, her pace relentless. “Hear that, Paige? Our little slut is clenching already. She's gonna cum without permission if we don't watch her.”
You whimpered around the strap, hips bucking, but Azzi pulled her fingers out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching.
“Not yet, bad girls don't get to cum from dancing on random bitch.” She flipped you onto your back.
Paige's hands gripped your hips, the tip of the strap pressing against your pussy first, teasing your entrance. “Beg for it. Tell us you'll behave.”
“Please, Paige” you gasped, pushing back. “I'll stop, just fuck me.”
With a grunt, Paige slammed inside of you burying the strap in one thrust. You cried out, the feeling overwhelming as she started pounding, her hips snapping against your ass. Each thrust jolted you forward, your breasts bouncing, clit throbbing. Azzi positioned herself in front of you, straddling your face.
“Eat mommys pussy, baby. Make me cum while daddy rails you.” She lowered herself onto your mouth, her shaved lips parting as your tongue dove in, lapping at her clit hungrily.
Azzi moaned, grinding down. “Just like that, suck my clit, you eager little bitch.” Her juices coated your chin as you licked and sucked, tongue fucking her hole while Paige's thrusts grew harder, the strap hitting deep.
“Fuck, she's so tight” Paige panted, “This cunt was made for us. No one else.”
You were lost in sensation, tongue buried in Azzi's pussy, Paige's cock stretching you relentlessly. Azzi came first, thighs clamping around your head as she flooded your mouth with her release. You didn’t let a drop go to waste, drinking everything she gave you.
Paige didn't let up. She drove in deeper, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Cum for me baby, soak my cock.”
The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your pussy spasming around the strap, squirting messily onto Paige's abs. You screamed their names, body shaking.
Azzi leaned down, kissing you messily, tasting herself on your lips. “That's our girl, still wanna come out to the public?”
Paige pulled out, replacing the strap with her fingers, rubbing your oversensitive clit until you came again, tears streaming down your face from the intensity. They held you after, bodies entwined, whispers of love mixing in. The secret could wait one more night.
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