Biting The Finger (That Fingers You)
- Part 1
Pairing: SIMP!Paige x idfk!Azzi
Warnings: Sexual Content, language, minors DNI(or not I can't control you)
a/n: Okay so I actually have no FUCKING idea what I wrote cuz it started off as Azzi being a brat but then it lost it's wheels and veered off course into Azzi just being an asshole and whatever the actual fuck this is. It's just straight yap with smut, next part will be less pwp. Thank you to my goats @azbuckets535 & @graybuckets for putting up with ts. And thank you @peach4pazzi for inspiring me to represent us small titty gays.
Background info for this part: They are 25 and 26. They are MARRIED. MARRIED I REPEAT. And Azzi is a fashion designer diva(pop off queen).
WC: 4,315
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"But Paiiiiige. You have to stay home with me tomorrow. I'm too sick." Azzi pouted her lips and crossed her arms.
Paige scratched the base of her neck "I don't know, Az. Jose gets mad pretty quickly and I kind of would like to be on the starting lineup for our next game. Plus I mean… you don't look that sick?"
Azzi coughs dramatically into her inner elbow while maintaining eye contact with Paige.
Paige's tone immediately softens, "Okay why don't we get to bed then yeah?" she says, rushing over from where she stood at the kitchen table to where Azzi stood in the bedroom doorway, picking her up and carrying her to bed.
And that's how they ended up here, Azzi sleeping soundly in the comfort of their bed and Paige awake in the comfort of their kitchen, happily cooking for the both of them on a morning where she should actually be at practice. But Azzi was sick. So of course Paige had to skip practice that morning to take care of her. And of course Paige would get yelled at the next day. She had also turned her phone onto do not disturb to mute the sound of angry texts from her teammates in the morning.
She was in the middle of stirring a pot of oatmeal when the sound of feet on hardwood caught her attention. "Hey," Paige smiled brightly when she turned her head to see Azzi walking into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.
"Hey." Azzi yawned, half smiling back. "Whatcha making?"
"Just some oatmeal and berries for my sick girl." Paige pulled Azzi into her side, giving her a kiss on the side of her head.
"Oatmeal, Paige? Seriously?" Azzi deadpanned.
"What?" Paige pulled back, but kept her arm around Azzi. "Oatmeal is for sick girls, right?"
Azzi hopped onto the counter near the stove, popping a blueberry into her mouth to suck on it. "Ya know on second thought I don't feel as sick anymore." She bit down on the berry, the juice of it squirting out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. "I was thinking maybe… pancakes? I mean now that you're free."
Paige eyed the juice dripping down her chin and right then she knew she'd throw out the entire batch of oatmeal without blinking an eye. "Okay." She said without giving it another thought. "How do you want them?" Paige said, already getting to work. She grabbed ingredients from cabinets and moved the pot of oatmeal to a different burner that was off. "I can do blueberry, banana, raspberry, coconut, cinnamon, chocolate chip, nuts, or peanut butter. Pick your poison, princess."
"Hmm…" Azzi taps her fingers against her kneecaps, looking into space thoughtfully. "Do we have any strawberries?"
"No. But I can run to the store and get them?" Paige was already at the door slipping on her running shoes in just a pair of basketball shorts and a black sports bra. Wait running shoes?
Azzi nodded once and the next thing she knew Paige was back in the kitchen with a fresh box of strawberries from their nearest Whole Foods, fresh sweat beading on her bare skin at the nape of her neck. She birthed the batter in silence, content in listening to Azzi talk about whatever drama was happening in the fashion industry right now.
"And fucking Law Roach won't shut his damn mouth about working with Zendaya." Azzi picked at her cuticles. "Like we get it. You're Zendaya's stylist. Maybe get over yourself and expand your horizons?"
And Paige just nodded along as if it was her second(first) job while cutting strawberries into tiny cubes and sliding them into the batter.
"Plus all that DRAMA he started on season 21 of Fashion Runway. Starting beef between two brothers in just messy. I mean where does he get off?" She swung her legs back and forth, her heels hitting the doors of the cabinets below the counter.
Paige's eye caught on the motion,"Baby don't swing your legs like that. You'll hurt your heels kicking the boards." she said softly.
"You know what would make it feel better?"
Paige's pupils visibly dilated, "Tell me."
"If you'd kiss it better." Azzi swung her her right foot hard back against the cabinet, "Oops." she giggled.
Paige dropped the spatula in the bowl of batter and sank to the floor on her knees, cupping Azzi's right foot in her hand and bringing it to her lips. She pressed a featherlight kiss to the heel of her foot. But she didn't stop there. Paige started kiss up the rest of her leg. First at her achillies, then dragging her lips to her fibula, then to her calf, and then stopping at her hamstring muscle just above the opposite side of her knee. Paige looked up at Azzi.
"Baby why'd you stop?" Azzi frowned, "I liked it." She said as she threaded her fingers through Paige's hair, pulling her head back closer to inner thighs.
"You're just so fuckin' beautiful, Az." Paige mutters against her skin, continuing her route up the soft skin of her girlfriends thigh.
Paige started to suck gently on Azzi's gracilis, leaving a deep blue mark on the skin. She continued a path towards her core, leaving wet marks where her mouth had been before. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Azzi's Lululemon shorts. She pulled them down slowly while Azzi lifted herself just a centimeter so Paige could pull them off. And once she did, she hadn't seen a more beautiful sight. Azzi was soaked fully through her underwear. The outline of her clit visible as it pressed against the thin fabric.
"Fuck." Paige gasped, breathing heavily.
"What're you waiting for?" Azzi smirked, her fingers tightening in Paige's hair.
Paige reached up to palm Azzi's center, her fingers sliding down to press into her clit against the drenched underwear. "Azzi baby, please jus' let me take these off'ya." Paige groaned as she pressed her forehead against Azzi's marked thigh.
The pressure of Paige's head on her bruises sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Azzi's core. "Fuck, P. Do whatever you want, I just need you." Azzi let out a short breathy laugh.
With Azzi's command, Paige pulled off her underwear and tossed it to the side. She slid Azzi toward her on the counter and hooked her legs around her own shoulders. Her hands parted Azzi's legs as she slowly made her way inward, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her face was just inches away from Azzi's core. But instead of continuing, she stood up with Azzi on her shoulders.
Azzi yelped, "Paige!" then she giggled, slapping lightly at Paige's back. "The hell are you doing?"
Paige started walking up the stairs to their bedroom, Azzi now half thrown over her shoulder, "I often find it that princesses are better fucked in beds rather than kitchen counters." she grinned. Now that shut Azzi up for once.
Paige found her way to their bedroom, kicking the door closed behind her to close it. She gently laid Azzi down on the sheets and crawled between her legs, practically tearing Azzi's shirt off in her haste. Her hands landed somewhere between just below the younger girls breasts and lower abdomen, gripping tightly on the newly open skin. She leaned her head down and pressed their lips together, Azzi's fingers coming back to knot in Paige's hair. Their tongues tangled in a heat slick with shared saliva and need.
Paige's fingers moved softly from Azzi's waist to the sides of her thighs, gripping them hard enough to leave marks. Her lips pulled back just a millimeter in order for her to start leaving soft pecks against the corner of Azzi's mouth and jawline. She worked her way up to the highest point on her jawline before pressing a light kiss to behind her ear and working her way down from there. Her lips pressed against the small P tattoo written in cursive, right where her collarbone met her neck, and continued down to the curve of her breast.
Paige's hand grazed back up the length of her wife's torso, the cool gold of her wedding band leaving goosebumps in it's trail. Her delicate fingers made rough connection with Azzi's blown wide chest as she started to knead at the soft skin. Her lips made their way to her other breast like a magnet, sucking and nipping the sensitive skin.
"F-fuck, P. Don't stop oh my fucking god." Azzi moaned loudly, her other hand gripping the sheets beside like her life depended on it. She started pushing Paige's head down further using the hand that was tangled in her hair.
"Please, Az. Just be patient." Paige breathed out against Azzi's bud, "I just need a little longer."
"Paige, go." Azzi commanded. And just like that, Paige was moving lower and lower down Azzi's abdomen, leaving a trail of hot wet kisses in her path down. Her teeth caught on the glimmering diamonds of Azzi's belly button piercing, her tongue swirling and sucking around the cold jewels.
The blonde's long fingers crawled back up the middle of Azzi's sternum to reach her chin. She pulled her jaw open until it was slack, then slid her fingers into the heat of Azzi's mouth, circling her tongue with the pads of her fingers, pushing further down her throat. Azzi briefly glanced down at Paige, and when their eyes met, they stuck. Paige couldn't look away once she was trapped in the gaze of Azzi's leather bound irises. She could feel Azzi's throat gag and close around her fingers, forcing them out before Paige pushed them back in.
Paige continued moving downward, but her eyes stood locked with that of the brunettes. The muscles in her arm flexing as the increasing distance between the tip of her fingers and her shoulders strained them. Her other hand moved the opposite way from up.
Down.
Paige finally, finally, slid her impatient fingers into the familiar hot slick of Azzi's cunt, her fingertips circling the bud of Azzi's clit while applying light pressure. Her thumb took over those ministrations while her index finger teased Azzi's gaping hole. She lightly pushed the fingers inside, slowly letting Azzi swallow it whole.
"F-fuck, P." Azzi muffled, eyes rolling to the near back of her head, the sound of her groans being swallowed by Paige's fingers.
Her grip on Paige's hair tightened which led the blonde to let out a moan of her own with some curses tossed into the batter. Paige's lips came dangerously close to where her thumb sat on Azzi's clit, brushing just above the sensitive skin. And by the lords name Paige wanted to feel it on her tongue. Feel the sweet sensation of Azzi's nectar flow through the taste buds on her tongue. But she wouldn't give in to Azzi like she had too many time already today. Right?
Azzi's fingers suddenly wrapped around Paige's wrist, yanking her hand out of the depths of her throat. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at Paige with a look that could cut diamond. Her breath came out raggedly now, voice scratchy as she spoke, "Paige Madison, I swear to God if you don't start using your mouth like you're supposed to I'll go find someone else to do it for me." she threatened, then sank back onto the pillows as if she hadn't just triggered Paige's worst nightmare.
So much for a plan, idiot.
At that remark, Paige wasted no time at all now. She pushed her middle finger in to match her index finger as her tongue slid into the soaked folds of Azzi's cunt, sucking on the surfaces she had easily memorized by now. Her fingers pumped in and out as her tongue flattened and swirled itself, purely by muscle memory, around her wife's swollen clit. The hand that had previously been latched in Azzi's mouth, now slick with saliva, wrapped itself around her breasts, rolling her nipple between the two wet fingers of her hand.
"P don't you dare fucking stop. I'm so fucking close." Azzi moaned out loudly, her back arching of the mattress just a couple inches.
Paige worked both hands simultaneously, two fingers pushing in and out of Azzi while the other were enslaved at her peaks, tugging and kneading. Paige let out a moan of her own right as Azzi's other free hand came to cover the hand that was already playing with her breasts, working with it. The moan that tore from Paige's throat sent a ripple of vibrations through Azzi's cunt, sending her right over the edge.
Azzi came with a crash. It built slowly, then the pressure released and it popped, flowing through her while Paige guided her through it all. Slowly pumping her fingers in and out to ride out Azzi's orgasm, her tongue only resting flat now. Eventually, her hand came(hehe) to a halt, pulling out completely once she saw the content look on Azzi's face. That face alone made Paige's hole weak. I mean whole week.
Paige rested her head on Azzi's lower stomach, her hands limp on the sides of the brunettes thighs. They both breathed raggedly, their lungs rising and falling in tandem. Azzi's nails scratched the scalp of Paige's head, one hand doing so while the other dragged its own set against the blondes shoulder blade. Azzi stared up at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above them, watching the blades move lazily as they pointed in a new direction every second.
"I'm hungry." Azzi suddenly said, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at Paige. "Hey," she said once she didn't receive and immediate response. She shook her leg slightly in an attempt to get a response. "You asleep down there?" She smirked.
Paige's body moved slowly, her hair falling to frame her face as she lifted her head. "Huh?" Her eyes were droopy and unfocused.
Azzi lightly smacked her in the side of the head, "Breakfast, I'm hungry."
Paige flinched "Ah!- Okay, okay. I'm getting up, okay? Don't jump me, damn." She rolled herself over Azzi's leg to get out from in between them, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "You coming with me or nah?" she turned to look at Azzi.
"No," Azzi yawned, "'m jus' gonna stay in bed." She let out a sigh, reaching for her her phone on the nightstand without batting an eye at Paige.
"Sure, call me if you need anything." Paige leaned down to press a kiss against the corner of her wife's mouth.
Azzi looked up at Paige "'m glad we didn't take our socks off." She smirked "Woulda thought we were lesbos or something."
Paige rolled her eyes, "You're real fuckin' funny you know that?" She said as she moved towards the door. Azzi just giggled cheekily in agreement, then sat up in bed to continue typing on her phone, still grinning.
"Can you toss me my shirt too? Thanks." Azzi said, without looking up this time.
Paige slung her discarded shirt at her and watched her put it on before heading to the kitchen. She found her phone on the kitchen table vibrating incessantly, choosing to ignore it and promising herself to come back to it later. Suddenly, it's an hour later and she's sitting in bed with Azzi and plate of pancakes and a fork, phone left on the table. Fork found in kitchen.
Paige cut off a piece of pancake and held it to Azzi's mouth, "Open."
Azzi's mouth opened and took the bite in as her eyes stayed glued to her sketching notebook. Her glasses were now perched on her nose while she works on a new design for an upcoming player in the MNBA draft. It was a white suit patterned in rhombus' that were outlined in a faint but noticeable silver, diamonds encrusting the collar of the dress suit underneath the jacket in a thin line around neck.
"Hmh," Paige hummed with a mouthful of pancake, "Looks good, babe." she said once she swallowed the thick chunk.
Azzi opened her mouth, expecting another piece, which Paige scrambled to cut off. "Thanks," she said once she was fed.
"Who's it for again?"
"Projected number one, AJ Dybantsa." Azzi held her mouth open for Paige to continue feeding her.
"Cool," Paige said as she fed Azzi.
They worked in silence, Azzi focused on her sketch while Paige just watched, feeding herself and Azzi every now and then. Then suddenly, Azzi tore the page she was drawing on and crumpled it up, throwing it across the room. She banged her head against the backboard of the bed repeatedly and whined, "Paaaaaiiiigggeee,"
"What?" Paige's voice grew concerned, "What is it?"
Azzi pouted, lazily throwing the sketchbook across the bed. "Can't fucking design for shit."
Paige set the near empty plate on the bedside table, scooting closer to Azzi. "Hey," she rested an arm around her girl, pulling her in, "Don't beat yourself up over one design you didn't like. I personally thought it was great."
Azzi curled into Paige, "Yeah but 'great' isn't 'amazing'. 'great' won't be talked about for his entire rookie season."
Paige's lips suddenly broke out into a lip-splitting grin.
Azzi looked up, "What's so fucking funny, huh?"
Paige's shoulders started shaking slightly as she laughed, "This about that Maddie Hall girl?"
Azzi shot up, "Of course it is!" she jumped off the bed and started pacing the room. "She's designing for Darren Peterson, the number two pick."
"Okay, and? She's irrelevant compared to you."
Azzi's hands flew up and then fell back down against her thighs as she rolled her eyes, "Paige! If the number two pick is dressed better than the number one pick, what would that say about me, huh? Ugh I'd get dragged in the media like crazy. I can already see the headlines." She ran both hands down her face.
Paige just opened her arms up, inviting Azzi back in, which she promptly did so. The younger girl snuggled back into her arms, still pouting. "If it means anything to you, which I hope it does," Paige started, "I loved the design."
Azzi stared at Paige blankly, "Paige, you think everything I design is good."
"Because it's true!" Paige defended.
"But you're like… decrepit. Style for you was like anything that looked good in the 80's" Azzi poked Paige's chest.
"80's? I'm not even thirty! And you're only a year younger than me!"
"Closer to thirty than I am." Azzi muttered under her breath.
Paige leaned down and nipped at Azzi's ear with her teeth as a form of retaliation while her arms were bound around her victim. "Yeah someday you're gonna be as old as I am and when your knees start hurtin', we'll see who's complaining."
"Thankfully I chose the smart option with fashion. Not basketball."
Paige groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. "Don't remind me, Az. I still can't believe you chose designing clothes for snobby rich fucks over basketball. I mean, why win three gold medals for your country and proceed to not continue your greatness?"
"Hey aren't you a rich fuck I've designed clothes for?" Azzi flicked Paige's nose.
Paige shifted onto her back while keeping her grip on Azzi tight, her hands resting on the younger girls waist as she straddled her now. "Yeah but I'm a rich fuck who goes to bed with you every night."
The brunette crossed her arms over her chest. "A rich fuck who gets to go to bed with me every night. Keep that in mind next time you want to come for my career choices."
"Right, well, It's not like anyone else can fuck you as well as I do." Paige's fingers inched to the curve of her ass.
Azzi tapped her pointer finger against her chin, looking into the space around them thoughtfully. "You know I haven't really tested that theory in a while…" She watches as Paige's face twists into one of panic and horror, her grip tightening ever so slightly on her ass. Then Azzi smacks her wife's forearm, "Quit freaking out you idiot. I'd at least have the decency to divorce you first before I find someone else."
Paige shot up, "That doesn't make anything you just said any better at all!" then sank back down when Azzi pushed lightly against her chest.
Azzi shrugged "I'll ride your abs as an apology?"
Then Paige forgot why she was mad in the first place, "Okay." And then she remembered. "Hey wait you can't just-"
"Shhh…" Azzi ran a finger down Paige's lips, "I totally can." she smirked.
See, Azzi was still half naked on top of Paige. Which would usually be a huge problem for the blonde since she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off her wife, I mean she could never keep her hands off her wife. But as of currently, Azzi has her wrists pinned down to the bed on either side of herself. So Paige was pretty screwed.
Azzi started leaning downward, hips popping out as her back arched inward. Her torso pressed itself against Paige's while her lips found that of the ice-eyed girl, hands dragging themselves and the other pair up to beside the girls head on the bed(bars). Azzi wrapped her lips around Paige's easily, slotting them together like they had a billion times before. She let her tongue swipe at the older girls bottom lip before nipping at the pre-chewed skin, tugging at the lip to secure it between her teeth.
The designer released Paige's hands only to move her own to her waist, propping herself up above Paige's abdomen, thighs bracketing either side of her. The slick liquid of Azzi's throbbing pussy dripped onto Paige slowly as she lowered herself down painstakingly slow.
"Azzzziiiiiiiiiiiiii…" Paige whined, eyes screwing shut, head tilting back on the pillows. Her hands flew to Azzi's waist in an attempt to pull the girl down faster, with little to no success as if all strength in her body flew out the window. 'Hundred-fifty-five pound bench press' my ass.
"What? Use your words, tell mommy."
Paige's hips stuttered at the pet name, "Azzi please- fuck. Please I need you on me. I need you to ride me, baby."
Azzi lowered herself only a little more, closing the distance between them. "Good girl. Such a good girl for mommy."
Paige tensed at the weight, clenching her abs. She let out her second guttural moan of the day, but nowhere near her current record, as she felt the weight of Azzi on her. The sensation of boiling hot moisture sliding across the uneven surface of her abs encompassed her as Azzi rocked her hips ever so slightly, hands pushing herself back and forth.
Paige has never thought she'd had more self-restraint in her life since now. I mean most of it was out the door now. The self restraint I'm talking about is her ability to control the urge to pin Azzi down below her and whip out the strap. It was truly more of an Azzi purchase than a Paige purchase. Paige found no liking to it since she thought it defeated the whole purpose of scissoring and set lesbians back ages, but Azzi seemed very pleased to buy it. And, well, you know Paige; Eager to please. Happy wife, happy life.
Strap thoughts aside, for now, Azzi's fingers moved to latch into Paige's sports bra, tugging the band up to reveal her breasts. Out of all things Azzi could obsess over Paige about; her toned abs, blue eyes, pale lips, back muscles, arm muscles, you name it. She chose her itty bitty titties. Now Paige was not complaining by any means, she just found it interesting how Azzi showed to be obsessed about the least easy thing to be obsessed about from Paige.
Okay well, itty bitty titties thoughts aside, for now, Paige's grip on Azzi's waist tightened ever so slightly as the titty obsessed girl ground down harder, chasing a release. Then catastrophe hit, for Paige at least. One moment, Azzi's right hand was on her lil titty, then next it was shoved down her shorts, fingers gliding through her soak(ing)ed folds and pushing through the barrier of her cunt.
"Look at me," Azzi commanded. And Paige knew if she opened her eyes, she'd be completely wrecked. Azzi's fingers slowed their pace, painfully. "I said look at me, now."
Paige was immune to insubordination, so she naturally opened her eyes without fight. Paige looked completely wrecked under Azzi; eyes watering, red rimmed, irises soft, face relaxed. She looked at peace. At peace with the fact that she had the craziest bottom eyes in existence behind Shane Hollander. Oh yeah and she had just come. It came and went in slow waves, finishing just as Azzi had started.
Slick trickled down Paige's sides as the titty monger came, chest heaving while her head fell forward into the crevice of Paige's neck. "Fuck…" then her head shot back up, eyes meeting Paige's. "You dirty little girl. You already came, huh? And I barely touched you for more than ten seconds." She grinned.
Paige snatched a pillow from beside her head and covered her face with it. "Shut the fuck up oh my god," she groaned, but a hint of amusement flowed through the faux annoyance. "You're so fucking annoying…"(you could poison poison).
Azzi let out a laugh that came from the belly, gently peeling back the pillow to look at Paige. "I'm not annoying. I'm right." But then her face became deadpan, "But I'm your wife. So don't say shit like that. It's rude."
Paige pulled Azzi's head down to connect their lips, then put on a fake southern accent once they separated "Yes ma'am,"
