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Summary: Azzi loved weddings, had loved them since she was a kid and religiously watched ‘say yes to the dress’ with her sister Olivia.
And now this time next year, Olivia would be getting married. Azzi should be thrilled, should be over the moon really. She loved her sister, and she loved her soon to be brother-in-law, Jared, almost as much. So why wasn’t she excited?
The answer was three words. Paige fucking Bueckers.
Paige - - Azzi’s infuriating, arrogant, utter arch nemesis that she couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with. Also known as Jared’s sister/best woman.
So, also known as the best woman opposite her maid of honor, meaning she would be impossible to ignore in the entire team leading up to the wedding.
Forced to co-host events, an unresolved past history, their families about to become one and confusing feelings that arise only when the two girls are around one another. What could possibly go wrong?
… or, the enemies to lovers fic that i randomly got inspo for :)
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a/n: THE KNICKS WON SO YK WHAT THAT MEANS!!!
also need to give the biggest shoutout to @emeqem for the new cover. for those that have been following me for awhile, you know i never have cover art, so everyone say thank u em!!!🤗
also everyone better say let's go knicks and be rooting for them as the finals continue.
thank you all for the love on chapter one! feeling so grateful for every single one of you :)
hope you enjoy!!
wc: 8.9k
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two: the engagement party
"won't you promise me?"
The aftermath of the engagement consisted of Azzi constantly biting her tongue and essentially burying her head in the sand.
She received an earful from both Jared and Olivia when she sent over the pictures, and even when she tried to blame Paige (who was the one to blame with her impulsive mouth and infuriating need to get the last word in) neither seemed to care all that much.
“I don’t give a shit if she was blindfolding you or threw your camera into the fucking Hudson, you should have been paying attention! It was my engagement Azzi, and you might as well have missed it!” Olivia scolded.
Azzi sighed, scraping her omelet around her plate. They were out to breakfast (Azzi’s treat as an attempt to apologize) and Azzi felt like the biggest piece of shit in all of New York City (maybe besides West Wilson and Amanda Batula - but that was besides the point). “I’m really sorry, Liv. What can I do to make it up to you?”
“First off, you can drive us to mom and dad’s for the party next month.” When Azzi opened her mouth to interject, considering she’d rather do just about anything else, Liv raised a hand, “Nope, end of discussion. Don’t even try fighting me on this one.”
“Yeah, okay.” Azzi conceded, making a note to get gas at some point before they left. She rarely drove that car unless it was to go visit her parents or to go down the shore or something.
“Second,” Olivia continued, setting her mug down with a soft clink, “you’re going to promise me you’ll get along with Paige. At least leading up to the wedding, after the fact, I don’t really care. That’s not my business.”
Knowing that was damn near impossible, Azzi once again considered putting up a fight, but she knew she could suck it up for the sake of her sister. Besides, her and Paige made a pact to avoid each other the night of anyway, whenever that would end up being down the road, so it didn’t matter in the long run. “I can do that.”
Their waitress approached the table a few minutes later, “Can I get y’all anything else?”
Azzi smiled up at the woman, “Just the check - -”
“Actually,” Olivia cut in, eyes focused on her sister from across the table. “Can I please get a pint of tuna fish to-go?”
“Sure, is that all?”
“Throw in a pint of chicken salad, too. Thank you so much.”
“You’re such an asshole.” Azzi grumbled after their waitress left, “First I’m paying for food you don’t even like and now I’m bouta drop a bag on gas for your party.”
“You’re the reason I don’t have any pictures of my fiance proposing to me, and you’re going to fight me right now?”
That shut Azzi up real quick.
——
The month following the night of the engagement had a different feeling to it. Once she wrapped her mind around the fact that her sister was actually getting married, Azzi couldn’t stop thinking about it.
She had already received at least twenty reels from Olivia with ideas for the wedding. They spent that first few weeks planning the engagement party, in which their mother enthusiastically offered their backyard as the venue.
Like the good sister she was, Azzi scheduled her lift for six o'clock sharp the morning of the party. It meant waking up at an ungodly hour, but it also meant she'd have enough time afterward to shower, get herself together, and pick up Olivia and Jared without being rushed.
By the time she made it into the locker room after lift, she only had a few minutes to spare before the Liberty’s regularly scheduled practice started.
"Damn, Azzi! Looking good!" Natasha whistled from across the room.
Azzi rolled her eyes, knowing damn well she looked rough post workout, all sweaty and puffy. Then she caught Natasha gesturing toward her hair and remembered the blowout she'd spent entirely too much money on the night before. Her loose waves had been pulled into a ponytail for lift, and she'd secured a thick headband across her forehead to keep sweat away from her hairline.
"Thanks, Tash." Azzi dropped onto the bench in front of her locker and bent down to swap her slides for sneakers. "It's the big day later, so I had to look decent, y'know."
"The actual wedding isn't gonna be in Jersey, right?" Sabrina called from the neighboring locker. "Because I love your family, but I don't know if I love them enough for that drive."
Azzi nudged Sabrina’s leg with the tip of her sneaker, “Actually I think it’s gonna be a destination wedding, last I heard.”
An invitation to the engagement party had been extended to the entire team, with Olivia’s permission of course. Ever since she arrived in New York the season prior, her sister had become extremely close with most of Azzi’s teammates (mainly due to the constant baked goods she brought by both the practice facility and Barclay’s itself from her bakery).
“Ooo she should so get married in Paris.” Sabrina practically went bug eyed at the thought. “That’s where I wanted to go, but we didn’t have the funds for it.”
Azzi laughed, shaking her head as the three women stood and started making their way back toward the hallway that led to the gym. She waited a second before glancing over at Natasha, who was already looking at her with an unreadable expression. “Um, you good?”
“Oh, I’m great.” Natasha looked away, now moving to fidget with the straw of her water bottle. “So is Jared’s family all coming in for this?”
Knowing exactly where the conversation was headed, Azzi decided to keep her answer as vague as possible. "Some of them, yeah."
“Does that include a certain six foot blonde that you can’t stand?”
“Way to be subtle, Tash.” Sabrina elbowed her in the side.
“What? I’m just askin’ a question!”
"I'm not talking about this with you." Azzi shot back. "Don't trust that you're not gonna go say anything to her."
"Bro, I'm not."
"You absolutely are."
"I'm absolutely not." Natasha repeated Azzi’s words, throwing her hands up in surrender. "P might be my girl, but you're my sister. Hope you know that."
Truth be told Azzi did know that, she felt like Natasha had her back from the moment she got traded to New York. Still, having one of Paige's good friends also become one of her good friends made things complicated sometimes. She never really knew what she should and shouldn’t say in front of the older woman.
Azzi nodded solemnly, “I know, I just don’t like talking about it in general.”
Sabrina, like the angel she was, opened the door to the gym with a dramatic shove. “What we should be talking about is who Azzi’s taking to the wedding as her date.”
“Okay that’s way down the line. We’ve got time.” Azzi caught the ball Sabrina tossed to her, resting it on her hip. “Who’s to say I won’t be dating someone by then?”
“Me.” Natasha slapped the ball off her hip, causing it to roll across the gym floor. “I do.”
Azzi scoffed, calling over her shoulder as she chased down the loose ball, “You’re about to end up on my list, asshole!”
“I’m going based on your track record!”
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If Azzi had reservations about driving from Brooklyn to Manhattan, you can imagine what her thought process was regarding making the trip to her parents house in Jersey of all places. Normally she convinced her sister to do the drive, and Olivia usually caved as she really was a much better driver than Azzi, but the younger Fudd was on ‘thin fucking ice’ after the dibacle that was the engagement.
She arrived at Olivia’s apartment a little after eight in the morning, tasked with driving both her and Jared to Jersey. Naturally, Olivia didn’t lift a finger, exiting her apartment building with Jared carrying four different bags and a the dress she was wearing on a plastic covered hanger.
Azzi helped the poor guy, opening the trunk for him, “The hell is all this for? We’re only staying one night.”
Jared, checking that Olivia was secure in the car first, shook his head with a grumble. “Tell me about it. I didn’t ask any questions, though.”
Azzi just laughed, closing the trunk door when he was done and returning to the driver's seat. “Your coffee’s back there, Jared.” Azzi called into the backseat.
“Thanks, you’re a saint.”
Thankfully, Olivia only mentioned the lack of engagement pictures twice on the hour-long car ride, which was certainly less than Azzi was anticipating. They arrived at her parents house with a car full of decorations that Olivia had spent the last few weeks gathering, but even if she hadn’t, the house looked beautiful.
Clearly, their mother was prepared, and Azzi’s jaw literally dropped when she took in the backyard. There were circular tables covered in crisp white linens scattered across one section of the yard, each topped with simple floral arrangements and flickering candles. A makeshift bar sat near the fence, stocked and ready for the bartender they had hired, while strings of warm lights stretched overhead despite the fact that the sun hadn’t even started setting yet.
The patio beside the pool had its usual furniture decorated to the max. White and gold balloons were tied to nearly every available surface, fresh flowers lined the railing, and a large framed sign rested on an easel near the entrance. It featured a black-and-white photo of Olivia and Jared as little kids, both grinning at the camera, with elegant script above them that read:
These kids are engaged! And beneath the photo, in smaller lettering: Jared & Olivia.
“Oh my God,” Azzi breathed, turning slowly in a circle. “Mom went insane.”
“In the best way possible,” Olivia corrected, though Azzi could hear the emotion creeping into her sister’s voice.
Before either of them could say anything else, the back door flew open. “There are my girls!”
Their mother practically sprinted down the patio steps, arms already spread wide. Olivia barely had enough time to set her purse down before being pulled into a hug. “The bride to be!”
“Mom, you just saw me at Az’s game!” Olivia giggled, letting out an ‘oof’ when the hug made her stumble backwards a step.
Their father was not far behind, pulling Azzi into a hug when he reached her. “She already had a glass if you couldn’t tell.” He called toward them, then he lowered his voice as he kissed the top of Azzi’s head. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hey Dad.” She beamed up at him.
Her father looked around the yard for a second, before whispering to Azzi, “Where’s the bum?”
‘The bum’ in question would be Jared, who was tasked with making a last minute trip to the liquor store. Azzi rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh. “Dad! You have to be nice tonight, it’s their party.”
“I’m not being nice until after the wedding.” He responded, face dead serious. Then, in typical Tim Fudd fashion, he moved on within seconds, face lighting up again as he asked, “Want me to make you a drink?”
The rest of the afternoon was spent getting ready for guests to arrive. Azzi, having her hair pre-blown out, only had to do light makeup and put on her dress. It was a long lavender colored sundress, one she had just bought for the occasion. She was in the process of putting on her strappy white heels when a knock sounded at her door, “Can I come in?”
“Yup!” Azzi called, still struggling to get the buckle around her ankle. When she looked up, she saw her sister standing in the doorway, wearing a satin halter-style white dress, the hem resting on her upper thigh. “Wow, Liv. You look so pretty.”
“Thank you.” She smiled back brightly.
Azzi had always admired her sister’s smile. It was one of her favorite things about Olivia. In fact, it was the reason she knew that Jared was really Olivia’s soulmate. One - - because she smiled that full, bright smile more around Jared than maybe anyone else ever.
Two - - because of a night that took place a few years back.
Azzi had been visiting Liv at Uconn a little more than a week before she and Jared were graduating. They had been at Ted’s, and Azzi had been having a shitty night, so she excused herself out back to have a smoke.
Jared found her a few minutes later, and instead of pressuring her to talk about what was wrong, he talked about pretty much the only thing he ever did; Olivia. “I swear ‘m gonna marry your sister. And soon.”
Azzi laughed, though she fully believed him. She took the cigarette right from his fingers, ignoring his disgruntled reaction to her doing so. “Hmm, I still don’t know if you’ve won over my approval yet.”
“That’s fair, I certainly haven’t won over your dad yet, so.”
They both laughed at that, because unfortunately he was correct, Tim Fudd was not a fan of Jared. It didn’t necessarily have to do with him himself, but rather the fact that Tim didn’t think anyone was good enough for either of his daughters.
Azzi decided to test him, to see if he really deserved the incredible person that Olivia was. “Okay, say you were proposing tomorrow and asking for my permission. What would you say?”
“Um,” He started, his mouth twisting as he got lost in thought. After a moment, he smiled, putting the shrimpled cigarette out against the sidewalk. “I’d say that I probably don’t deserve Liv, but I’m gonna do my best to be everything she needs.” He paused for a second, looking back over at Azzi. “Then I’d tell you that I’ve been a sucker for her smile since the second I saw it first, and I’d probably die if I went the rest of my life never seeing it again. Because God doesn’t give out smiles like that to just anyone. That’s how I know her heart is gold.”
“Can you help me with the zipper?” Olivia gestured to the back of her dress, snapping Azzi out of her memory.
“Yeah, if you can help me with these stupid heels.”
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Azzi knew throughout the wedding process she would end up seeing people she didn’t want to. Family members that annoyed her, hometown ‘friends’ that are only interested in her amount of followers or stints in the press.
Or, possibly at the top of her list, Paige fucking Bueckers. She wanted to go back in time and slap herself from a month ago, wanted to tell her she’s a dumbass and that of course Paige would be at the engagement party for her literal brother.
But, God must be on her side of something, because less than an hour before the guests were set to arrive, Jared came back from the liquor store with a solemn look on his face. “Paige can’t make it. Her game went into overtime so she missed her flight.”
Azzi had been periodically checking the score of the Sparks game against the Mystics, even taking note of Paige’s performance (last she checked the shooting guard had 24 points and the fourth quarter hadn’t even started yet.) (No, she didn’t actually care, she simply took note when one of the announcers mentioned the stat. Obviously.)
Olivia gave Azzi a look as she walked past her, “Could you at least try and act like you’re not thrilled about this?”
The thing was, Azzi wasn’t over the moon the way she thought she would be. As much as fighting with Paige drove her insane, she had been slightly (like the smallest bit) looking forward to giving her shit about their respective teams playing each other the following week.
She even prepared a couple lines about how much shit her fans (God bless New York) would give Paige, considering their distaste for one another had now gained new traction after Olivia and Jared announced their engagement.
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→ @lasparksssbeliever guys you need to read this… cuz this is the most wnba thing i’ve ever heard
→ @wbbfan420: not paige and azzi having to attend the same engagement party, bridal shower, bachelorette, rehearsal dinner AND wedding 💀
→ @libertyornowhere someone better leak all the wedding footage to deuxmoi
→ @diehard97 what i would give to be a fly on the wall for this…
→ @wnbagirlie why don’t they get along again?
→ @allthingsssbball: i think people are making this a bigger deal than it is. sure they have a basketball rivalry, but who’s to say they don’t get along irl?
→ @wbbfan420: there’s a whole reddit post about this, you should go read it. unfortunately they def hate each other lol.
→ @wnbagirlie: wait can you post the link???
And, being preoccupied by Paige would have distracted her from the amount of people she didn’t have any desire to socialize with from Olivia’s guest list. Whatever, she’d survive, and at the end of the day it was a relief not to have Paige’s dumb presence bothering her all night.
Janelle, Olivia’s best friend from college, and her boyfriend were the first to arrive. Azzi had been helping her mother set up one of the charcuterie boards in the backyard when she felt a tug on her hair, “Boo!”
Azzi jumped, nearly dropping the sleeve of crackers she was about to open. “Dude, you scared me Jay.”
Janelle just laughed, pulling her in a hug. “Sorry, it was an accident.”
“It so was not.”
“Yeah, it really wasn’t.”
They both giggled, and another small wave of emotion took over Azzi. She’d been feeling that way a lot since Olivia got engaged, and it certainly hadn’t helped when she'd come across a tik tok of a woman giving her maid of honor speech to her sister. At one point, the woman had looked at the groom and said, I hope you love growing old with her the way I loved growing up with her.
Azzi quite literally bawled like a baby at that, once again reminded that they were getting so fucking old. Seeing Janelle, someone who brings out the best in Liv (which was evident each time Azzi went to visit her sister at UConn during the offseason) was another reminder of how much had changed in the past few years. How much was going to continue to change.
“She ask you to be maid of honor yet?” Janelle asked a few minutes after they started catching up.
Azzi, preoccupied with perfecting the spread she was laying out on the table, shook her head. “Not officially, no.” Truthfully, she had known since she was probably five years old that they were going to be one another’s maid of honor, but they hadn’t had a proper sit down about it yet. When another thought emerged in her head, Azzi looked around the backyard, then back at Janelle. “Where’s the new boyfriend? I wanna meet, uh, what’s his name.”
“His name is Ben, you bitch. And you did meet him, remember? He was at the bar the night Liv got engaged, silly.”
Oh, right. That doomed night where she tried to make peace with Paige, and when that inevitably backfired, she got so fucked up that she almost didn’t make it to practice the next morning. She was lucky Sabrina used the luxury of having Azzi’s spare key to let herself in and drag a hungover Azzi, who forgot to set an alarm the night prior, out of bed.
Azzi shuddered at the memory, “Yeah, I don’t remember too much of that night if I’m being honest.”
Janelle laughed, “Okay, well he’s taking the train straight from work, so he won’t be here ‘til a little later. I’ll reintroduce you two.”
More friends and family started to trickle into the backyard not long after. Azzi, despite having so many family members show up to her games in countless cities over the years, was always shocked out how many of them would drop everything for her and Olivia. The sheer number that flew in for the engagement party was heartwarming, especially since most of them didn’t really live in the area.
Her parents bought this house in Jersey when she was drafted to New York, following her across the country. They retired a little more than two years ago, spending most of their time exploring the cities that Azzi had games in. Eventually, though, they grew tired of what they called city life. They bought a home just outside the city instead, taking the train in for home games and occasionally staying at a hotel when the Liberty had back-to-backs.
Reuniting with everyone was nice, but Azzi’s small social battery ran out quickly. She excused herself inside, needing a break from the backyard that was becoming more and more crowded by the minute.
She decided to hide out in her parents' kitchen, perched on one of the chairs at the island, nursing her drink and watching the party through the window above the sink. She didn’t think she’d have to worry about anyone coming inside, given that no one was supposed to be with her grandfather guarding the back door.
Until, a voice sounded from behind her, “Long time no see.”
Azzi’s spine straightened in her seat, not needing to turn around to know who it was. “Why’re you in here?”
Tyler, her high school ex boyfriend, pulled out the stool beside her, sitting casually. “Couldn’t find you out there, figured you were hiding in here somewhere. Probably from me.”
Azzi, refusing to look at him, kept her gaze locked on the party going on in the backyard. She watched as Olivia and Jared danced together underneath the massive tent, and some of her hostility lessened. Seeing people she loved in love always did that to her. “‘m not hiding from you. I didn’t even know you were here.”
“And now that you know?”
Azzi scoffed, “We’re fine, Tyler. We have been for a long time. I jus’ needed a break from everything out there.” She finally turned her head to look at her ex-boyfriend, shifting in her seat and playing it off like she was about to get up. He looked good, older in the years since they last saw each other.
He stood too, outstretching his hand as an offering. “I can keep you company, darling.”
Here she was, harshly reminded of the reason she broke up with Tyler in the first place. He didn’t evoke any feelings out of her. He didn’t make her hot, she didn’t want him like that. Sometimes she worried that her expectations for a partner, someone that would make her burn with passion, were too far fetched. She considered making a pact with herself that by the time she was thirty if she still never felt that way, she’d find someone nice enough and settle.
Someone like Tyler, who, if she were being honest, she had a tendency to string along as a backup plan. “Keep me company outside, then. They’re ‘sposed to give a speech soon.”
Sure enough, Tyler trailed behind her like a lost puppy. Azzi led them through the sliding glass doors and down the deck stairs, weaving between guests as they made their way back into the party. “Jared’s a good guy,” Tyler commented, helping himself to one of the charcuterie boards. “Met him when I got here earlier.”
Azzi hummed in agreement. “He’s a saint for putting up with Liv, is all I have to say.”
Tyler laughed at that, “Remember when she made you feed her while she drove us to school that time you almost made us late?”
“Well I was only late ‘cause I was being a good sister and helping her study late the night before.” Azzi laughed at the memory. Her sister had grown plenty since high school, but she still had her moments where she would make Azzi do something insane like that (okay maybe not as insane, but it still happened on some levels.)
Beneath the tent on the other side of the yard, Olivia and Jared stood next to the dj booth, clinking their glasses to get the parties attention. Jared had the mic in his hand, starting with, “I won’t take too much of your time, ‘specially since I know you’re all anxiously awaiting the cake Liv hasn’t shut up about.”
“The bakery was on cake wars!” Olivia added, her voice faint since she wasn’t speaking into the microphone. The partygoers laughed, and even though Azzi was tired of hearing about this stupid cake, she did in fact know how damn excited her sister was for it.
Jared smiled down at her before continuing, “And we want to say the biggest ‘thank you’ to Mr. and Mrs. Fudd for letting us use their beautiful home for tonight.”
Olivia leaned over, "Although I think this might be one of the best days of my dad’s life, who for anyone that doesn’t know, his favorite movie is ‘father of the bride.’”
Azzi laughed to herself at her sister's words, but as she turned to grab herself another drink, she stilled when she noticed a car pulling up beside the house.
Who the hell is showing up almost two hours late? Azzi thought to herself, eyes squinting as she looked to see who was getting out of the backseat.
“Oh you’ve gotta be fucking with me.” She said, more to herself than anything.
“What is it?” Tyler asked.
“Nothing, I jus’ have to deal with something real quick. Can you hold this for me?” Azzi asked, handing over her glass to Tyler and not really waiting for a response.
She pushed open the latch to the white picket fence and slipped through, letting it click shut behind her. Her heels smacked against the pavement as she speed-walked up the driveway, moving about as fast as her sundress would allow.
“I thought you missed your flight.”
Paige’s head shot up as she closed the back door to her uber. She had one hand wrapped around the handle of a rolling suitcase and the other holding what looked like a garment bag protected by clear plastic. A few loose strands of blonde hair had escaped whatever rushed attempt she'd made to tame it, and there were faint shadows beneath her eyes. (The first thing Azzi thought before any of that was how the blue crewneck she was wearing brought out her eyes in an almost breathtaking way. No, she did not admit this to herself).
“You really never just say ‘hello’, do you?”
Azzi crossed her arms with a huff. “Answer my question.”
“You didn’t ask me a question.”
“What?”
“You said, and I quote, ‘I thought you missed your flight.’ That ain’t a question.”
Azzi scoffed, trying to fight off a blush from the embarrassment churning in her stomach. She was never off in their banter, or at least she usually started off much stronger than that. “Whatever. How’re you here?”
Paige adjusted her grip on the suitcase handle, looking way too amused for someone who had supposedly spent the entire day stranded in airports. “Found a way to fly private.”
“That’s terrible for the environment, you know.”
“I know, I usually don’t.” Paige shrugged, looking toward the house. “But I wanted to be here.”
“Why?” she shot back quickly. “So you could make a grand entrance and take the attention off Liv and Jared?”
Paige smirked, her mouth turning to the side in a way that was so smug Azzi wanted to force it right off of her. “I usually don’t need to make a grand entrance to get people’s attention, Fudd. Y’know that.”
Azzi, still standing at the top of her driveway across from the blonde, took another step forward. “They’re in the middle of making a speech now. At least have the decency to wait until it’s done before this entire night becomes about you.”
Azzi felt like an asshole as soon as she said those words, especially after Paige’s smirk turned into something of a wounded bird or puppy or something. She knew Paige wasn’t like that. She was a lot of things, and she might have thrived off attention, but she didn’t seek it. Azzi knew her well enough to know that.
Plus, she clearly still had to get changed and settle in. Azzi didn’t know why she went for the jugular so quickly, but she didn’t have time to focus on that anyway. “The front doors unlocked. Stay inside ‘til they’re done at least.”
She spun back on her heels before Paige could respond, holding her dress in her hands so as not to trip going downhill.
Right as she closed the fence again, Olivia and Jared wrapped up their speech, the dj starting to play music again. Her mother noticed her at the edge of the lawn, walking over to her with a slightly puzzled look on her face. “Where were you? Is everything okay?”
“Fine. Paige is here.” She tried to force a smile, but the monotone of her voice was definitely doing nothing to hide her disdain.
“Oh good, she was aiming for around eight, so this is actually a little early.”
Azzi stopped short, confusion flooding her features. “You knew she was coming?”
Her mother nodded. “Yes, she called a couple hours ago to make sure it was still okay for her to stay the night.”
Azzi swallowed thickly to hide how much she was not looking forward to sleeping under the same roof as Paige. But the last thing she needed was to ruin another wedding event by doing something stupid like that, so she simply offered a tight lipped smile. “That was nice of her.”
“It really was. Jared comes from such a sweet family.”
Sweet was probably the dead last adjective she would use to describe Paige, but she kept that one to herself too.
She made eye contact with Tyler, who was stuck talking to Azzi’s blabber-mouthed Aunt Pat. She scanned the rest of the party, not really looking to socialize with her ex boyfriend any longer, when she found Olivia talking in a hushed tone with Jared. She made her way toward them, offering a supportive smile, “Everything okay?”
Olivia nodded, taking a long sip from her drink first. She handed the empty cup over to Jared once she was done, “Can I actually talk to you real quick?”
“Sure. Did you wanna go inside?”
“Yes please.”
The sisters crossed the backyard, with Olivia gripping onto Azzi’s left arm for support. The much shorter girl was sporting one of the highest pairs of heels Azzi had ever seen her wear before. That coupled with the state of drunkenness she was bordering on meant she desperately needed the help to walk on the uneven grass.
They went through the door to the basement, with Oliva leading them to the bathroom down there that was thankfully unoccupied. “This is sort of a serious conversation, but I really need to pee.”
Azzi giggled, waving her off. “Do what you need to do, it’s okay.” She focused on touching up her makeup, first grabbing lipgloss out of her small clutch. “Seriously though, is everything okay?”
She avoided looking at her sister, but she could practically see the furrow in her brow that Azzi also always bore when she was nervous. “Yeah, it’s fine. I just… like I know I should ask you this more formally, but I really want to - - okay I’m just gonna do it.” Olivia took a deep breath, and then continued, “Will you be my maid of honor?”
“What?!” Azzi practically shrieked in excitement, trying not to poke herself in the eye considering she was in the middle of fixing her mascara. It’s not that she was necessarily surprised, they had forged a pact to be each other’s maid of honors when they were like four and six years old, she just didn’t expect to be asked so casually. “Um, of course?!”
Olivia let out a bubbly laugh, “Perfect, just checking.” She moved past Azzi to wash her hands, yelling through the door, “Jared!”
“Yeah?” A voice sounded from the other side of the door. Of course he had followed them in here, Azzi should have known that this was a set up.
“You can come in!” Olivia yelled again. When he opened the door a crack, she smiled at her fiance through the mirror. “Azzi said yes.”
He lifted up his beer in a toast, “Aye, that’s amazing!”
Azzi looked at Olivia through the mirror, “Have you thought about your bridesmaids yet?”
She could see her sister nodding in her periphery, “Yeah, but I’m planning on asking everyone more formally. Making it special.”
Azzi huffed, “Oh, so I’m just chopped liver then.” She met Jared’s eyes in the bathroom mirror, cocking her head to the side slyly, “Jared did you pick a best man? He better be single.”
Despite how cliche it was, Azzi wouldn’t mind being the stereotypical maid of honor that hooked up with the best man, not in the slightest. It had been awhile since she last got laid, and having a best man to flirt with (then hopefully fuck) would make things much more interesting.
“Um - -”
“Liv! Are you in here?” The sound of their mother’s voice cut him off.
Azzi looked past Jared, seeing her mom (once again) in a rather frazzled state scanning the perimeter of the basement. When she noticed the three of them, she ran a hand through her hair, “You good?” Azzi asked, stepping past Jared.
“No, your sister needs to come get a slice of this cake she hasn’t shut up about before it’s all gone.”
Olivia’s (beyond dramatic) gasp echoed out from the bathroom, followed by her practically tripping over her own feet as she rushed out of it. “Babe, go get one for me!”
Jared just laughed, taking a hold of Olivia’s hand. “Alright, let’s go together.”
Azzi mingled again after that, and was now standing at one of the high top tables with Janelle, catching up from the last time they had seen one another. “When’s your next home game? Was hoping to catch one soon, maybe bring Ben.”
A weird smile broke out on Azzi’s face, which was extraordinarily confusing, because she was smiling while thinking about playing Paige. Why on earth was she smiling while thinking about playing Paige? Maybe because she was motivated as hell to beat her? Or because she was actually going to get to give the girl shit at some point tonight about it?
Azzi snapped herself out of it, that weird smile transitioning into something more natural as she said, “Next thursday. You should lemme know if you really do want to come, I can send you guys tickets.”
“Who’s it against?” Janelle asked as she opened up her phone calendar.
“Um, the Sparks.”
“What city is that again?”
“LA.”
“LA?” Janelle repeated, brows raised. “Isn’t that Paige’s team?” When Azzi nodded, Janelle let out a dry laugh. “Oh now I have to be there. I’m sure as hell not missing that.”
Although his presence was usually unwanted, Tyler interrupting her conversion to bring Azzi over a drink was possibly the highlight of her evening. “Here, I freshened it up for you.”
“Thanks Ty.”
“Oh my gosh, speaking of.” Janelle looked past where the other two were standing, “Paige!”
Azzi’s head whipped to the side, watching as Paige started making her way toward them. Azzi brought her voice to an angry whisper, “Why the fuck did you just do that?”
Janelle pretended to be all innocent, cocking her head to the side with a smirk. “I’m sorry, am I not allowed to catch up with an old friend?”
“Old friend my ass.” Azzi grumbled, knowing damn well the two had limited interactions in the short time both Janelle and Paige were at UConn together.
Paige had changed since arriving. The travel clothes were gone, replaced by dark slacks and a white button-down with the sleeves rolled to her elbows. She was still carrying a drink she'd probably been handed by Jared the second she walked into the party. “Wassup J.” Paige said once she finally approached the group, leaning down to pull Janelle into a quick hug.
Azzi stood awkwardly to the side as the two girls embraced one another. “I totally forgot she’s Jared’s sister.” Tyler leaned down to whisper in Azzi’s ear, “You guys don’t really get along, right?”
At that question, Azzi’s eyes involuntarily found Paige, who was already looking at the pair. She watched as Paige’s gaze flicked between Tyler and where he was leaning toward her. It only lasted a second, but Azzi caught the way the blonde’s jaw tightened, “And who’s this?”
Tyler transferred his drink from his right hand to his left in order to offer a greeting to Paige, “Sup, ‘m Tyler. I grew up with the Fudd’s.”
“Paige. ‘s nice to meet you.” She accepted his handshake, although from the slight grimace Tyler let out, her grip was iron tight. She looked back at Azzi, “Can I talk to you alone for a second, Fudd?”
Caught off guard, Azzi’s brain scrambled for an excuse, knowing that if they stayed near each other too long there was a solid chance something would go wrong. And, once again reminding herself about the thin ice she was on, Azzi was not willing to risk that. “Uh, actually I need to go check on - -“
“Please.” Paige interjected, “It’ll just be a second.”
Azzi conceded with a sigh. “Yeah, sure, I guess.” As they walked away, she resisted the overwhelming urge to flip off Janelle, who was watching the entire thing unfold with a look that suggested this was the most entertaining part of her evening. They made their way toward one of the empty outdoor couches at the edge of the yard. Far enough away that nobody would overhear them, but close enough that they could still hear the music drifting from the speakers.
Azzi sat down first, tucking her dress beneath herself. “What’s up?”
Only once Azzi was situated did Paige sit too. “What you said earlier… about me making things about myself. Is that really how you see me?”
When she worked up the courage to meet Paige’s gaze, she felt her own eyes widen at the sincerity looking back at her. Blue orbs were impossibly vast, like the things Azzi had said earlier actually hurt her. But that couldn’t be the case, right? Everything she knew about Paige stemmed back to the fact that the blonde didn’t feel; she didn’t ‘do feelings.’ She told Azzi as much that stupid fucking night that changed everything between them.
She couldn’t fathom that Paige was being so upfront with her, and Lord knew she had no clue what to say back to that. If she admitted the truth, their dynamic would shift into something that could hurt her again. If she held up this idea, this thought that she viewed Paige as an egotistical attention seeker - - Azzi just really didn’t like seeing that look welling up in her eyes, okay?
“No, Paige. That’s not how I see you.” She didn’t have the nerve to wait for a response, not when her tipsiness was on the precipice of becoming flat out drunk and the last thing she needed was to start spewing more truth bombs. So, she stood quickly and cleared her throat. “I needa go find Liv.”
Paige stood too, her expression turning back into that stupid face that worked a crowd unlike anything Azzi had ever seen before. “Yeah, I should find my dad or somethin.’ See ya.”
Janelle was at her side seconds after Paige had left their general vicinity, “So, what was that all about?”
“Nothing.” Azzi rushed out, but she couldn’t pull her focus away from Paige’s back, something about whatever just happened making things all fuzzy again. She hated that. “Should we do another shot?”
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A few hours later and most everyone that wasn’t spending the night had left. The only people left outside were the engaged couple, Azzi, her cousin Kayla, and their neighbors Shawn and Yyvonne.
And Paige.
Paige, who was sitting across from her at the firepit, refusing to make eye contact. It shouldn’t bother Azzi this much, she isn’t really sure why she even made that observation in the first place, but once she noticed it started driving her insane. Not even after she launched into the story of Jared drunk off his ass accidentally knocking Azzi into the pool at the hotel in Miami during last Unrivaled season.
That story should have all of the components to make Paige laugh - - Azzi being humiliated at the expense of Paige’s brother, it being during Unrivaled, her having to deal with being made fun of for the rest of the week by the other basketball players that had witnessed said event.
But Paige kept her eyes locked on the Heineken she was nursing, not even breaking a smile. Azzi wondered if she was even listening in the first place. Feeling herself about to slip into her anger stage of drunk (a stage no one wanted to be on the receiving end of), Azzi decided to excuse herself back inside and call it a night.
She hugged Shawn and Yyvonne goodnight, promising to send them tickets for the sparks game that everyone was apparently now dying to come to (Azzi absolutely loved whenever any of her people came to a game, she just couldn’t help but question if the opponent had anything to do with some of their sudden interest). Everyone else she would see in the morning, so she simply waved them off before entering her parents home through its backdoor.
Most of her nighttime routine was omitted due to the combination of her drunkenness and exhaustion from the long day, but she did make sure to at least take off her eye makeup and pull the waves of her blowout into a loose braid.
Realizing she forgot to pack pajamas, Azzi went to sneak into Olivia’s room and see if she could snag something from one of the many suitcases her sister brought. Hearing voices still echoing from outside, she figured she was in the clear of not having to engage with her sister and receive a lecture about ‘borrowing’ something to wear for the night.
Her entire body froze involuntarily when she walked past the guest room. The door was open about halfway, and inside stood Paige in just a sports bra and low hanging sweats. God, it’s not fair for someone to look that good at this time of night. Azzi’s drunk mind couldn’t help but take in the sight of Paige exposed like that, abs flexing as she took her hair out of its slicked back bun. She hadn’t noticed Azzi at first, but she caught her staring when she glanced up in the mirror above the vanity in the corner. “Like what ya see, Fudd?”
Azzi blushed, her eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment. She didn’t move after that though, she simply waited for Paige to say something else. When the other girl remained silent, Azzi worked up the courage to glance up again, a small smile pulling at her lips when she noticed Paige checking her out.
Which, yeah. That might have been her own fault, considering she was in only her skin-colored lace bra and boy shorts. Give her a break, she had planned on wearing one of Olivia’s shirts to bed. “I think you like what you see, is more like it.”
Paige crossed the guest room, stopping at the doorframe and propping her forearm against it. “Wanna tell me why you're outside my door half naked?”
Azzi feigned casualty, “Forgot to pack pajamas, I was gonna steal one of Liv’s shirts.”
Paige smirked, “I have somethin’ you could wear if you want.”
“Yeah, like I’m falling for that.”
“Fallin’ for what?”
“You’re gonna give me a Uconn shirt or something.”
Paige’s smirk only widened, “Here, I’ll show ya.”
Azzi had no clue why she was entertaining the very girl who usually made her skin crawl in agitation, but she followed her inside the guest room fully. She stood at the foot of the bed while Paige dug through the suitcase on the floor, catching the tshirt that was chucked at her at full force.
When she unfolded it, she was greeted by the sight of a neon yellow and purple Los Angeles Sparks logo etched into a grey tshirt. Azzi raised a brow, entirely unamused, “This is almost as bad as giving me a UConn shirt, ‘m not gonna lie.”
“I mean, Ion think so. You played for the Sparks at least, you never played for Uconn.”
Azzi simply hummed, “I’m not wearing this.”
“I’ll tell Liv you took one of her shirts then.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“You’re so fucking annoying.” Azzi grumbled, but somehow she found herself throwing on the shirt with a huff. “What time are you leaving in the morning?”
Paige moved to sit on the edge of the bed, hunched over so that her elbows rested on her knees. “Uber’s coming at eight.”
“Oh, that’s not too bad.” She stood there awkwardly for a moment, and when it seemed like Paige didn’t have anything else to say, she exhaled lowly. “Alright, well. Goodnight then. Thanks for the shirt.” She was mid-turning back toward the door when Paige shot up from the bed, grabbing her wrist and halting her movements. Azzi turned just her head to look back at the blonde, the rest of her body facing the door like she was preemptively in fight or flight. “What?”
With her hand still gripping Azzi’s wrist, Paige took a small step closer. “You hurt my feelings earlier, out in the driveway.”
Azzi sighed, “I thought we went over this already.”
“I know, but - -”
“And I thought you didn’t care about shit? So why is this bothering you so much?”
“Cause I’m still a fucking human! And I didn’t like hearing you say that.”
“Why? Why did it matter that it came from me?” Azzi’s words slurred into one another, and she hated that she sounded drunk. It took away some of the leg she had to stand on, and that was the last thing she needed tonight.
“You know why.” Paige’s hand made contact with her hip, just barely brushing the hem of her tshirt, her other hand hovering above Azzi’s shoulder, like she was afraid to make any sudden movements.
Azzi’s voice was barely a whisper, “And why does it matter if we’re fine? Why can’t we be, like, us? The way we normally are?” It wasn’t that she necessarily liked fighting with Paige all the time per se, but at least it was something she could count on. Something consistent that didn’t give her emotional whiplash the way Paige had been at the bar after the engagement last month.
Paige responded in a similar cadence, this time with her hand more firmly on Azzi’s hip, the other bracketing the back of her neck, “Because - -”
A large echo of what sounded like someone falling came through from the stairs, followed by Olivia’s infectious laugh - - a sound that ripped the two girls apart.
They jumped apart, each dropping their hands to their sides as if they had been burned by the illicitness of the moment.
It was so fucking confusing being around Paige sometimes. One second it seemed like they were actually going to acknowledge the complexity of their dynamic, and the next they were acting like nothing happened.
She felt like she saw a glimmer of the Paige she thought she once knew. Her intoxicated brain was suddenly a fiend for all things Paige, the scent of her earthy cologne, or the way her chain rested across her exposed chest; it was like everything that usually drove her crazy only turned her on now.
Paige cleared her throat, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her sweats. “Because Imma be around you a lot soon. Y’know, with you bein’ maid of honor and me being best woman - -”
“You’re what?!” Azzi interjected, brows furrowing in confusion. “That’s not even a thing!”
“Um, yes it is. And Jared asked me tonight, so.”
Suddenly Olivia’s urgency to discuss Azzi’s official title of maid of honor earlier in the night made a lot more sense. And of course God just had to punish her further for whatever she had done wrong in a past life by making Paige the fucking best man. Or, excuse her, best woman.
“You’re never fucking here, Paige! How’re you ‘sposed to be helping out with everything then?” Azzi was grasping at straws, but that was the only explanation she could verbalize as to why she was so bothered that didn’t incriminate her further. “Jared’s dumb for this, you’re too unreliable.” She muttered under her breath.
Paige’s eyes widened the same way they did earlier, but this time it was like her full body had a reaction, her words were rough as she barked out, “The fuck does that mean?”
“Watch your tone.” Azzi brought her fingers to nervously toy with the ends of her braid, “Nevermind, I shouldn’t have come in here.”
Paige scoffed, “You’re so fucking bipolar sometimes.”
“I’m the bipolar one? You go from acting like whatever that was,” She gestured loosely between them, “To hating me in like thirty seconds.”
“I dont - -” Paige cut herself off. “Ion know why I thought you changed. But you’re exactly the fucking same.”
“At least I didn’t - -” Somehow, even in the state she was in of both inebriation and emotional whiplash, Azzi was able to catch herself before she said something she would regret. “It’s late, let’s just go to bed and leave it at that.”
She stood there like a dumbass for a few solid seconds, waiting for Paige to say something at least. When she didn’t, Azzi gave up, tugging the shirt back over her head and throwing it in Paige’s general direction. She didn’t wait to see the reaction, she just exited the guest room and shut the door behind her.
Back in her designated bedroom at her parents house, Azzi shut off the lightswitch as soon as she entered, squeezing her eyes shut so as not to cry over Paige of all people. This was one of the many (many) reasons why she hated being around Paige, she turned into someone she didn’t recognize. Someone who let another person have such a hold over her for no reason other than the fact that they couldn’t stand one another.
Her bedroom door opened a few minutes later, and Azzi opened her eyes again with a groan. She literally felt like her eyeballs could have popped out of her head from the sheer shock of Paige being the one to enter unannounced, making her way across the room with her phone flashlight guiding her.
Azzi sat up on her hands, “The fuck are you doing in here?”
Her confusion only heightened when she saw Paige now covering her eyes with her hand, “Are you naked?”
“What? No? Why would I be?”
“Cause you just threw my shirt back at me.”
Azzi huffed out a puff of air in annoyance, “I kept my bra on.”
Paige lowered her hand slowly, then held out a bundled up tshirt. “Here, you can have this. It’s not Sparks merch. Or Uconn.”
“I’m good.”
“Fudd - -”
“I’m really fine - -”
“Just take the fucking shirt Azzi.”
Her actually using Azzi’s first name, which she had probably heard exit the blonde’s mouth maybe a handful of times in the years that they had known one another, made Azzi concede. She took the shirt from Paige’s outstretched hand. “Turn around.”
Paige did as she was told, and Azzi unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side before slipping the shirt over her head. The only reason she could make out what was on the shirt was from the light of Paige’s phone flashlight, and she let herself smile at it for less than a second, before neutralizing again.
“You had my shirt with you and you still gave me a fucking Sparks one?”
It was a tshirt she bought at Drake’s concert years back, one that she lent Paige a long time ago, and never received back. “Cause it was funny.”
“Sure it was.” Azzi rolled her eyes, adjusting so she was sitting more upright, hugging her knees to her chest. “Was that all?”
Paige nodded, “Yup. See ya next week. You’re going down, Fudd.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Paige paused at the door, grabbing the knob to close it behind her. She stopped just as she was about to step in the hallway, looking back over at Azzi. “I could never hate you, y’know.”
She didn’t wait for a response, just closed the door fully.
Only when Azzi heard footsteps moving down the hallway did she relax, taking a deep breath and tipping her head back. Then, because she never could leave things easily when it came to Paige, she opened up her phone.
azzi fudd🤓
i know
"that you'll never forget..."
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contains: phone sex, vibrators, edging, porn no plot, dom azzi & sub paige, mommy kink, praise kink
summary: paige and azzi have been broken up for months. one day, something paige had almost forgotten about starts buzzing inside of her drawer. azzi wants it buzzing inside of something else.
a/n: i saw a tiktok where this girl said her and her ex broke no contact thru their vibrator control app and wanted to write that. also im sorry i can't stop writing mommy kink and sub paige its j so good. anyway happy pride here's a lot of lesbian phone sex this is so filthy im sorry
Paige has grown to accept Dallas. Not love it. Accept it. It’s just become one of life’s many truths to her: she’s blonde, she’s good at basketball, she lives in Dallas. She’s gotten good at accepting truths over the course of her life. She accepted at three that her parents were divorcing. She accepted at sixteen that she was a lesbian. She accepted at nineteen that she was deeply and irrevocably in love with Azzi Fudd. And she had accepted at twenty-three, just three months ago, that her and Azzi were over.
It was a blowout. One she’s not proud of, but one she has accepted as the truth. They had been on-and-off their entire time at UConn and it was messy and juvenile and fun. Paige really did love her. She’s pretty sure Azzi loved her back, but she doesn’t know if that’s a truth, so she can’t accept it. Paige knows, though, that she really did love the time she had with the girl.
But then she got drafted to Dallas, and little fights became bigger with distance, and eventually she was standing in her apartment on the phone with Azzi in Virginia and yelling down the receiver at her that maybe things would be easier if they didn’t feel trapped with each other. And Azzi had yelled right back that she had agreed, that breaking up and going no contact was the best choice for them. Paige had just hung up the phone.
That last thing Azzi had said is not a truth, Paige doesn’t think. But she’s accepted it anyway. It’s now September, the Dallas heat mellowing out to something almost like autumn, and they haven’t spoken a single word since that last phone call in June. It hurts, but at the same time, Paige had known they were messy. She had known things weren’t going to always go well for them. It was only a matter of time before they had broken up again, even if it was for good.
It’s late. Paige’s curtains are drawn in her bedroom, but she’s certain they serve almost no purpose at this point. The sky is dark and hangs heavy with the weight of the nighttime. There’s no moon tonight. The street lights are artificial and hang below the level of her apartment. The only light in her room is that of her phone screen, shining TikToks at her as she scrolls to try to get herself tired enough to fall asleep. She has a game tomorrow that she’s nervous for. She knows she should shut the phone off, but she gets wound up like this sometimes. Distractions work better than rest when she’s like this.
She’s been laying in bed in silence for hours. She’s in her boxers and a ratty t-shirt, hair down and splayed across the pillow. Her lids are heavy despite the nerves swirling low in her stomach. She wants to fall asleep but knows she’s not tired enough to try, and so she allows herself to lay there in her slightly disgusting pajamas and continue to scroll on social media. She tries to manifest fatigue for herself as she does so.
Paige is joining an ASMR TikTok live when she hears it: a low, almost mechanical hum from the side. Paige perks up, confused. Her phone continues to shine light into her face. She looks out into her dark bedroom but sees nothing. It sounds almost like a muffled buzz, like something has been switched on. She looks to the side she hears it on. The only thing there is her nightstand, sandwiched between her mattress and the wall of her apartment.
She frowns. The buzzing doesn’t stop. She leans out and gropes into the darkness until she finds the string of her lamp, tugging on it. Light spills out and drenches her. She squints a little bit through it before leaning farther over to the side to see if she can sense where it’s coming from.
It really does sound like it’s from her nightstand. Which is odd, because she hasn’t used the drawer in months. The surface of the piece of furniture has been too cluttered for her to care about opening the drawer for a while. But it’s somewhat tidy right now, enough that she can open the drawer, and the weird humming is continuing.
Paige reaches out and tugs on the drawer. It gets stuck for a moment and she screws her face up, pulling harder. It gives and opens like a wide mouth. Within said mouth are many things she has gone months without: a package of cough drops, a few bracelets she doesn’t remember losing, a book she’s been looking for. And another item that she immediately clocks as the source of the buzzing, an item that makes her entire body flush.
It’s a vibrator. The one Azzi had bought her nearly a year ago, the one Paige had bought a duplicate of for Azzi. The one that is linked to an app on Azzi’s phone. Her mouth goes dry. Her face warms. Her ex-girlfriend is all the way in Storrs. Here, in Paige’s nightstand in Dallas, the vibrator she had bought her while they were dating is on.
It’s a soft pink Azzi had picked out for her. The shape of it is familiar, something Paige not only recognizes with her eyes but also immediately remembers the feeling of when it’s inside of her. She can feel herself start to sweat. Azzi is the only one with control of the vibrator. Her phone is the only one they had synced up to it. She turned it on. Paige reaches out towards the lamp again, scared, and turns it off. She plunges herself into darkness again. The vibrator doesn’t stop.
Paige’s first thought is to text her about it. Not to just hit the off button like a normal person, but to text her and ask her to turn it off herself. Or maybe asking why she had even turned it on in the first place is a better question. The question itself doesn’t really matter. She just wants an excuse to text Azzi, to break their no contact. She misses her a lot more than she’d like to admit.
Azzi was the one to break the no contact first, if Paige really is thinking about it. Turning on her vibrator has to be some form of communication. And if anything, it’s probably worse than just texting or calling her, because it’s honestly weird she still has the app and has it linked to Paige’s vibrator. Not that Paige doesn’t also still have the app with it still linked to Azzi’s. But she hasn’t gone around turning Azzi’s on.
So despite maybe her better judgement, still leaning over her ajar nightstand with her vibrator buzzing in the drawer, she texts Azzi. Her skin feels warm. Her breathing picks up a little bit. The vibrator stays making an even noise in front of her.
paige bueckers: azzi
Azzi answers immediately. Paige sits up in bed.
azzi fudd: call me
paige bueckers: are you sure?
azzi fudd: do u not want to?
paige bueckers: i do
Her hands are nearly shaking. With anticipation or with nerves, she doesn’t know, but she’s immediately moving to FaceTime Azzi either way. Adrenaline starts to jump under her skin. Her phone screen shines up at her as she clicks the button to call her. When it starts to ring in her hands, she feels her entire body start to hum, her want for sleep very quickly forgotten as she calls Azzi.
She accepts on the third ring. Her screen is black. Paige’s is, too, the night cloaking both of them. She sits there on her bed with her phone gripped in both hands and her eyes wide and her nightstand open and she looks at Azzi’s screen. They’re both silent. Paige waits for the other girl to say something. The buzz of the vibrator is the only sound between them. Her heart is quick in her chest.
Paige glances up from her phone and towards her nightstand. She can just barely make out the shape of the piece of furniture through the dark, the shape of the sex toy sitting within it blurry from where she is. Azzi is still silent. Paige faces the phone again. “Did you turn my vibrator on?”
Silence, for another few moments. Paige’s stomach is starting to twist and fold over itself in an expectant way that she might start dreading if Azzi doesn’t say something soon. “Yeah.” The word is dry, spoken easily over the speaker.
Paige blinks at her phone. “What the fuck?”
Azzi scoffs a little bit. Paige immediately hears the almost harsh edge to the sound. It catches itself on her body, winding her up a little further. She squeezes her legs together under the covers. “I thought you liked that one. I can turn it off if you really don’t want it, baby,” Azzi says, voice smooth and low.
The pet name pangs in a way that makes Paige hungrier. Her brows furrow a little bit. She feels hot between her legs. “Wait- Wait, wait. No, don’t turn it off. But- Okay, so it was on purpose?” Her voice turns a little desperate at the edges. She can hear it. She doesn’t really do anything to hide it.
Azzi goes quiet for a moment like she’s musing. Paige is getting hornier by the second and she thinks if her and Azzi hadn’t been this way all four years they spent together at UConn, she’d be terrified at the way the younger girl still had such a firm grip on her body. “If you want it to be on purpose, then yeah,” she eventually says, the edges of her words curling up with a low tease.
Paige’s brows furrow. “That’s not an answer, Azzi,” she nearly mumbles. It’s already somewhat needy.
Azzi’s response comes quick, sharp. “I don’t need to give you an answer. I’m giving you enough turning that shit on for you. Are you gonna sit here and try to fight with me, or are you gonna be good for me and use your toy?” And it immediately hits Paige’s cunt, legs squirming underneath her sheets, her abdomen clenching a little.
She looks at the vibrator in her drawer again, at the way it’s still buzzing, the way her body is starting to react to its motions and to Azzi’s voice. “I wasn’t- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was just wondering,” she says. She’s already submitting. She’s already giving in, already wanting so badly.
Paige leans out of bed to grab the vibrator. The shaft of it is smooth, buzzing against her palm when she touches it, whole hand going a little fuzzy when she wraps her fingers around it to pick it up. “No, it’s fine.” Azzi’s voice is clipped. It’s stern. It’s punishing and Paige is already fighting the urge to whine at it, the wet spot in her boxers growing. “We can fight later. I’m busy now.” And then it stops vibrating.
Paige sits there in her bed, dumb, holding her no longer vibrating vibrator in one hand and Azzi’s black screen in the other. Something like desperation starts trying to claw itself up her, want and adrenaline pulsing through her and making her clit throb. “No, no, I’ll be good, please, I’ll be so good, please,” she says, voice quiet and almost hoarse.
Azzi tuts quietly over the phone. The vibrator is motionless in her hand still. Paige’s face twists up a little bit. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you’re being a little bit of a brat right now, Paige. I’m giving to you and you’re picking fights with me.” Paige’s grip tightens a little on the silicone in her hand.
She’d like to fight back. She’d like to think she still has the power to tell Azzi to give her what she wants or else. But she’s needy, and she hasn’t spoken to Azzi in months, and just hearing her voice as she scolds Paige has her so wet where she is in her bed. “No, please, I’ll be so good, I need it, please,” she says. Azzi is quiet for a few moments. “Mommy, please,” Paige whines.
She hears Azzi’s breath as she exhales softly into her phone. Paige tenses a little in the dark at the way it sounds like she’s giving in. “Okay. But you’re gonna be a good girl and do what I say, right?” Her voice is still low, but it’s almost a coo by the time she’s finished, and Paige tries not to squirm too hard at the way it already sounds like a praise.
“Yes, yes, please,” she breathes, looking down at the black screen of her phone with large eyes and parted lips. Azzi hums softly, the sound low as it slips through the speakers. Paige’s chest is quick to rise and fall as she breathes. They’re both quiet for a few moments. Paige’s body feels charged with want, but she waits for Azzi to say something to her.
The vibrator turns on again. Azzi hums again when Paige sucks in a soft gasp at the way the silicone starts moving in her grip, sending soft vibrations up her arm she desperately wants to feel somewhere else. The darkness makes it hard for her to make much of anything out, but she looks towards her hand and bites the inside of her cheek as she traces the shape of the toy with her gaze, vision a little fuzzy with her want.
“It’s on?” Paige hums an affirmative. The sound gets caught a little in her throat, turning slightly high pitched near its end. She hears Azzi laugh a little at this. The sound is low and teasing and makes Paige turn only hotter. “Are you wearing pants?”
She looks down at her legs despite the fact that they’re covered by her blankets and that she knows exactly what she’s wearing underneath them. The vibrator buzzes in her grip and she starts to kick the covers away just enough for her hips and thighs to be exposed, her legs pale shapes in the darkness. “Just boxers,” she says.
“Oh, good,” Azzi nearly purrs. Paige’s eyes threaten to flutter shut at the sound of her voice. Her clit is throbbing at this point, want running through her like the current of a winding river. It splashes up the sides and burns her from the inside out. “Don’t take them off. Put it on your clit through your boxers.”
Paige follows the directions because she’s nearly dizzy from want. She takes the baby pink vibrator and spreads her legs enough to find her clit with it through the dark. The pleasure comes immediately. “Oh,” she mumbles dumbly. The vibrations press into her bundle of nerves through the fabric and it immediately feels like relief.
Azzi hums a little bit. Just the sound of her voice makes Paige’s abdomen feel tighter, head tipping back into her headboard. She’s so, so warm, the buzz of the vibrator pressing against her heat and making her feel fuzzy. “Does it feel good?” Azzi’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure. It’s a sharp hit of goodness instead, her mouth tipping open to release a soft sound just at the sound of her talking to Paige.
“Yeah,” she breathes, voice bordering on a moan. She already feels so wound up. She’s only hooked up with a few girls since their break up and none of them had satisfied her. Neither had her own hand. To be here, back in Azzi’s control, even if it’s only over the phone, drags her easily into the depths of pleasure. The feeling suddenly heightens itself. A small moan slips past Paige’s lips. “Holy shit, did you jus’ turn it up?”
Her legs don’t feel attached to her body. She’s nearly gawking at her phone this point, eyelids already heavy and body buzzing with bliss. Azzi hums again. The sound gets Paige every time. “You can take it. You’re gonna be good for me, right?” Azzi’s stern again as she says it. Paige arches her back a little. Her hips tilt down and the vibrator only grinds farther against her clit, waves of pleasure ebbing easily though her.
“Yes, yeah, Imma be good,” she says. Her breathing is already getting heavy. She uses her hand to try to press it against herself harder. It’s hard to get the peak pleasure she knows she can through the fabric still covering her soaked pussy. “Can I-” She cuts herself off with a moan, body twitching a little bit.
“You can’t do anything unless I say. I want you to sit there with it on you through your boxers until I say. Got it?” Paige’s eyes shut. Her spine arches a little again, body drenched in a warmth she knows Azzi will take from her if she fights back.
The vibrator continues to buzz against her underwear. “Yes, mommy,” she mumbles, hips rolling a little to grind her clit against the silicone of the toy. She can hear the way she already sounds so gone, the way she’s so easily folded for Azzi and what she asks of Paige.
Her bedroom is dark around her. Everything is quiet except for the vibrator against her clit and the soft moans spilling from her mouth. Azzi is calm on the other side of the line, her voice even every time she speaks to Paige. It makes Paige feel dirtier. Hidden, doing something she shouldn’t be. The vibrator presses against her and she feels like she’s being lapped at by the tide, body floating. “It feels so good, huh?”
She moans a little. Azzi makes a quiet sound of approval at the noise. Paige grinds herself down against the toy in her hand again at it. “Yeah, it’s so good,” she says, voice breathy. The hand holding the phone is starting to tremble. She sets it down on the pillow next to her head, keeping the hand there against the pillows. She rolls her hips again.
“You just love that shit,” Azzi says. It’s almost cooed again, a seemingly sweet voice saying dirty things close to her ear. Paige just moans softly in response. She spends a few moments here, quietly letting the vibrator dig into her clit, body fuzzy with the pleasure that gently finds her and jolting every once in a while with a want for more of it.
Azzi gives into her after only a little bit of this. “You’ve been good. You can take your boxers off, baby,” she says, voice spilling out of the speakers and leaking over her pillowcase to sticky her skin like honey. Paige immediately moves her other hand down to push at the waistband of her underwear. Her movements are almost frantic, messy, body gone loose and stupid with pleasure.
She gets her boxers down to her knees and then opts to just kick them off, legs shuffling under the covers. “Thank you, mommy,” she says as she does this. When they’re off enough for her to be able to spread her legs again, she does so, immediately settling the tip of the vibrator against her clit again. The pleasure that finds her from this is heightened from what she felt before, a direct hit that curls itself in her abdomen like smoke. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she moans.
She knows she’s not going to last for very long. Azzi makes a soft sound into the receiver, one that makes Paige throw her head back into the pillows and arch her back a little as she continues to press the buzzing silicone into where she’s sensitive. “Is that better?” Azzi’s voice is low.
Paige’s body shudders a little bit. “Yes, yes, it’s so good, oh my fucking God, Azzi,” she moans. Her bare cunt feels so wet and warm as the air of her bedroom hits it while she continues to press her vibrator against herself. Her eyes flutter a little and her abs flex.
“You sound so good, you’re being so good for me,” Azzi praises. Paige whines a little, rutting her hips again. The hand not holding the toy moves out to find her sheets and fists them. Her grip is tight. So is her gut, though, as she’s worked so close to her orgasm that she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Nearly every exhale borders on a moan.
Azzi is quiet again on the other side of the phone. Paige thinks she can probably hear the wet buzz of the vibrator against herself, the way her folds are so soaked that even her clit is lubricated with her slick. She moans a little louder than any other noise she’s made tonight. Her body is nearly writhing. “‘m gonna- I’m gonna cum, I’m so close,” she gasps.
“How close?” The questioning is immediate. Paige can’t do anything but moan without speaking for a few moments, lower body nearly spasming with the promise of her orgasm so near. Release is right there, teasing the tight knot that has settled itself into her belly, and she chases it as she holds the vibrator to her clit. “Answer me, Paige.”
She moans again. She’s so close to the edge, body fuzzy and on fire, mouth agape. The darkness of her apartment smothers her, drenches her in a secretiveness that heightens every beat of pleasure that washes itself over her body. “‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna-”
Azzi cuts her off. “Take it off,” she says sharply. “Stop. Now. Take the vibrator off of yourself.” And even though it nearly hurts to do so, Paige immediately obliges. A soft cry tears itself from her throat at the loss of friction. Her pussy aches. Her abs contract again, lower body craving a release.
Paige holds the vibrator out to the side. She bites the inside of her cheek, brows knitting together. “Please let me touch myself, please, I’m so close, oh my God,” she babbles, words slurring a little. Her eyelids still feel heavy. Her body is both tired and buzzing with want, every inch of her skin flushed with the work of being so close to a release.
“Wait,” Azzi scolds, voice firm. Paige whines a little. She can feel her clit pulsing, puffy as it protrudes from its hood between her legs. She’s soaked with her own arousal, can feel her slick between her folds and climbing up to her clit and dripping down to her skin. “You can only cum when I say. Okay? You’re gonna be a good girl for me and only cum when mommy says?”
Paige’s entire face screws up. The vibrator is right there, still going, gripped tightly in her hand. Her pussy hurts from the sudden lack of attention. “Yes, okay, yes, I’ll be good, mommy,” she forces out, craving the orgasm she was so close to. Her leg twitches. Her mouth is still parted. She can’t get it to close, can’t stop herself from laying in bed and feeling useless as Azzi tells her what to do.
Azzi hums softly again. Paige’s stomach tightens impossibly. She blinks up at her ceiling through the dark and her eyes sting a little bit. “So good for me. You can touch yourself again, but tell me when you’re close,” Azzi says eventually. Paige wastes no time at all pressing the buzzing tip of the vibrator up against her clit.
Pleasure rips up through her like it’s tugged a zipper that runs along her body. She gasps out a moan, back arching off of the mattress again. “Holy shit, mommy, it’s so good,” she says, voice tight in her throat. Her toes curl. Her abdomen heats with the promise of an orgasm again. She feels dizzy with pleasure, floating on her mattress as she gets so close to the edge. “‘m close, ‘m close,” she gasps.
Azzi pauses for a moment, letting Paige soak up even more attention against her clit before she speaks. “Take it off,” she says firmly. Paige forces her hand away from her pussy. She whines, body spasming a little as her orgasm is torn away from her again. Her face scrunches again as pain ebbs through her right where bliss had just been softening her entire body.
Paige exhales and it shakes on the way out. Every inch of her feels so tight and wound up and Azzi keeps ripping release away from her right when it’s so close. Her eyes start to sting again and she feels them glass over, tears threatening to fall from them as she lays against her mattress with her vibrator buzzing uselessly in her hand as her clit throbs. “Good girl, Paige, you’re doing so good for me,” Azzi coos.
Paige makes a noise that’s a cross between a whimper and a grunt. “It hurts,” she breathes, her voice quiet and a little thick with the tears that are threatening to fall against her face. The heat between her legs is nearly blinding with all of its want, all of the ways her pussy is starting to spread its pain through her legs and abdomen and chest. “I wanna cum,” she whines quietly.
Azzi hums. Her voice is a little husky over the speaker. Paige squeezes her eyes shut further at the sound of it. “I know, baby.” She’s so close to sounding soft as she says it. Paige almost believes that she does feel bad for her, but there’s an edge to her voice, one she knows all too well. She’s having fun torturing Paige like this. “You can touch again,” she says.
Paige wordlessly presses the vibrator against herself again. A moan rips itself free from her mouth. Her hips shudder and start mindlessly rutting against the silicone. Her mouth falls open. She can’t speak, only chase the high she’s been promised so many times and had taken away just as many. It buzzes wetly against her. Her breathing is so quick she’s almost surprised she’s getting any air in, chest heaving and lips dry.
She doesn’t know when she had started crying, but she feels warm tears start to roll down the sides of her face, dripping off against the pillow. They leave salty streaks against her skin. She arches farther and her hips tilt to dip the vibrator deeper against her clit. “‘m gonna cum,” she forces out, voice tight, face wet.
“Take it off,” Azzi says. Paige chokes on a sob when she does so. Her cunt is weeping with her, precum soaking her between her legs, everything throbbing painfully and wet. She can’t move her legs. It hurts too badly. She just lays there on her mattress, crying, mouth parted as she shudders out breaths that hurt to take.
“Please,” she begs. It’s so quiet she thinks the buzz of the vibrator might drown it out. But Azzi makes a soft noise at hearing it, a small tone of acknowledgement that Paige clings to. “I need it, mommy, please let me cum, please,” she says. Her tears make her voice thick. Her chest shudders with each breath because it brings with it another sharp wave of pain echoing from her cunt and another warm tear streaking down the side of her face.
Her abdomen feels like something molten. Azzi has forced her to leave herself hot for too long and now every inch of her skin is burning below her waist, gut on fire. “Oh, baby. So worked up, huh?” Paige whines at the question. She thinks she hears Azzi laugh a little and it sends another pang through her pussy. She inhales and it shakes with the wetness of her tears. “You can touch again.”
Paige moves to set the vibrator against herself again. She sobs at the relief, body still not able to protect her from the fact that she knows Azzi will tear it away from her again. She’s shaking before she’s even cumming. Her clit is swollen against the toy, eyes swollen with her tears. She moans more than she breathes. She doesn’t feel in control of herself anymore.
The familiar edge starts to press itself low into her abdomen quickly. Her spine arches and it hurts because of how good it feels to angle her hips that way against the vibrator. “I’m gonna fucking cum,” she chokes out. Her voice sounds so desperate. She doesn’t care to be ashamed. She just cares about chasing that release, body so wound up and shuddering.
Azzi coos a little at her over the phone. “You can cum, baby. Go cum all over yourself like a good girl. Make a mess,” she says, and her words are all Paige needs. She feels the white-hot tension of her entire body trying to curl in on itself right before her orgasm and then the release of being given it. Another sob rips itself out of her. Her ribcage opens.
“Oh my God,” she moans. She feels herself spilling out against her mattress, the warm and wet heat of her cum dripping from her slit as she releases against the toy on her. It courses through her harshly. She feels it in every inch of herself. More tears fall down her face. She can’t stop them, body shaking at the mercy of Azzi.
Azzi lets her ride out her orgasm in silence for a while. Paige’s body is so grateful to feel a release that she almost can’t breathe with it. It’s a lot of choked moans, a lot of jolting and curling and winding and stretching, a lot of Paige trying to say something and being unable to get her mouth to form the shapes necessary. The darkness of her apartment shoves itself down her throat and cakes against her eyes. She’s blinded, both by the lack of light and by the ecstasy that has dragged itself deep within her.
It starts to hurt after a little. The shaking in her legs gets worse. She whines a little to Azzi and then pulls the vibrator away from herself, turning her head to look towards her phone. Her hair is wet where her tears have been able to reach it. “Are you done?” Paige hums a slightly broken affirmative into the receiver. Azzi is quiet for a moment. “Do you still have the app for mine?”
Paige screws her face up a little bit again. “Yeah,” she breathes. Azzi hums a little. It sounds satisfied. Paige’s legs shudder a little again. Her skin prickles with chill now that the warmth of her orgasm is washing away from her.
“Good girl, Paige,” Azzi says. Paige’s eyes flutter a little at the praise. It tries to echo itself within her abdomen, but she’s so overstimulated that the pang of it just hurts when it reaches her cunt. She hears shifting from Azzi over the phone, the sound of something rustling and of weight shifting. “I want you to open it up and turn mine on. And I want you to fuck yourself with me right now.”
Paige’s eyes shut at this. “Azzi,” she breathes, voice tight. She can already feel herself winding up a little at the words and the way her voice is so low and sultry as she speaks them to Paige. Another bite of pain between her legs, like pressing against a bruise. She likes it. “Mommy, I can’t, it’s gonna hurt.” She’s turning to grab her phone and open the app anyway as she says it. The vibrator stays in one hand.
Azzi makes a noise of disapproval. Paige squints as her phone splashes more light over her than Azzi’s dark screen had as the app loads open on her phone. “You can take it. You said you would be good for me, you can take it,” she says. Her voice is firm again. And even though Paige knows her body will ache with it both now and when she wakes up, she’s already accepted that she stands no chance against Azzi. She’s going to give in.
She turns on Azzi’s vibrator through the app. She thinks she can hear the buzz of it through the call, can hear a soft laugh of something almost like delight from Azzi when she does so. She opens back up their call to soften the amount of light in her room again. “Good,” she says quietly. Paige’s hand curls a little around the pillow case her phone is resting on without having even been touched again. “Start fucking yourself. Put it in, baby,” she says.
Paige fights the urge to whine at the words. She looks down at the hand not already fisting her sheets, at the one holding her vibrator. The movements of it echo up her arm and make her body feel like jelly. She shuts her eyes, brows drawing together a little. “Okay,” she mumbles, and then she’s moving her hand between her thighs, skin there already sticky and muscles there already jittering, chest swelling a little with Azzi’s presence through the phone.
She presses the tip of it against her entrance. The vibrations immediately turn wetter against her slick, the sound of it filthy in the air. A soft moan slips into her mouth and she tries too late to swallow it. Her pussy is aching with stimulation, but her abdomen aches with the want for more, for her to press the shape all the way inside of herself and listen as Azzi does the same over the phone.
Paige pushes it a little farther into herself. She feels the stretch of it, feels the way her walls are warm and tight and the toy buzzes within her. Her head thrashes a little to the side, facing her phone. She can hear Azzi make a soft noise through the speaker and the low hum of her own vibrator. Paige mimics the sound herself as she continues the slow press of the toy inside of her.
She already knows that, whatever this orgasm looks like, the journey towards it won’t last very long. She’s already moaning as she adjusts to the feeling of having something inside of her and listening to Azzi’s breath hitch and release a little over the phone as she very clearly does the same thing. “Azzi,” she mumbles dumbly. The word wavers a little on its way out of her mouth.
Azzi exhales into the receiver. It comes out a little shaky. Paige’s brows knit a little at the sound, expression shifting as her mouth parts and her body warms itself with pleasure again at the feeling of the vibrator inside of her. “I know,” Azzi says, voice slightly drawn with the beginning of a moan. Paige makes a small whining noise. “Feels good, huh?”
“Yes,” she breathes. She pushes it farther within her and then pulls it out a little, starting a slow rhythm of pumping it in and out of herself. The fullness and the vibrations drag up against her walls and smooth pleasure into her entire body. She shudders a little at the feeling. “Holy shit, oh my God, mommy,” she moans, pushing it into herself again.
Azzi hums. It’s breathy and light, a sound of pleasure. Paige mimics it. The toy slips easily in and out of her, lubricated with her cum. Her legs won’t stop twitching. Her abdomen is wound tight. “Fuck, Paige,” Azzi says, voice pitched slightly up. Paige angles her head closer to her phone. She can hear the wet sound of something pulling in and out of Azzi’s clearly soaked cunt. It’s so filthy and erotic that she can’t help but clench a little around the toy inside of her, eyes rolling back a little.
Words stop spilling between them for a while. They’re replaced by noises, by soft moans and buzzing and the wet sounds of sex. The rhythm Paige has built up for herself quickens easily, warmth spreading through her where she pumps pleasure into herself. Her body feels like a candle with a lit wick. She’s hot and oozing and writhing a little on her mattress, body dripping.
The sounds Azzi makes as she fucks herself leave Paige so close to tipping over into her release. They’re quiet but still make Paige make similar ones. The speaker crackles a little with their shared pleasure. “Oh my God, Azzi, ‘m so close,” she forces out as she continues to fuck herself. Azzi moans a little in response. Paige’s head tips back farther into the pillows, neck cramping a little, face screwing up as her motions become sloppier and more desperate.
“Me too, fuck, Paige,” she rasps, voice a little muffled but still so needy. Paige likes it like this. She likes it when she gives into Azzi, but she also likes it when they’re both unraveling, both of them desperate and moaning as they get off. Her body hums with a raw pleasure she doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of.
Her breathing speeds up. The knot in her abdomen draws itself tighter, the buzz of the vibrator fighting to let it release. Paige’s hands are shaking and each exhale is a moan. “‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, I can’t, I have to cum,” she says, and more tears are collecting at the corners of her eyes. She fists her sheets again. Her hips roll without her permission, spine aching to move with the waves of bliss trying to push through the contractions of her abdomen.
She thinks Azzi might deny her the release again, might push her to hold off for longer until she’s crying and begging again, but the younger girl just offers her a breathy moan through the speakers. “I’m right there, I’m gonna cum, too,” she says. Paige’s face screws up further. She feels like she’s fraying at the edges, like it will only take one tug at a loose seam for her to come completely undone and spill out onto her mattress and vibrator. A strangled cry rips itself from her throat. “Cum, Paige, let go,” Azzi breathes.
Paige does just that. “Fuck,” she says, probably too loudly. It draws itself out into a quiet whimper as her entire body tenses with her orgasm. It’s somehow even sharper than the previous one, more desperate, Azzi still moaning close to her ear through the phone. Paige continues to fuck herself through the high of cumming and feels the way the toy between her legs becomes impossibly wetter. The sound of it pumping in and out of her is almost disgusting and her spine won’t come undone from the arch it’s settled itself into.
“Paige, baby,” Azzi gasps, and then Paige can hear her cumming, too. A guttural moan strips itself from her chest. Paige groans a little at the sound of it, her own hand still working. Her body is spasming with pleasure, breath hitching and releasing, legs shaking against the mattress. Her eyes squeeze shut.
She lets herself believe, as she’s still cumming on her vibrator, that it’s Azzi fucking it into her, that the speaker is really the raw heat of her mouth and that the sounds aren’t traveling thousands of miles to get to her. That it’s Paige’s actions getting Azzi to moan like that. She keeps shuddering with the rocking goodness of her orgasm.
Paige slowly pulls it out of herself when the pleasure gives way to an ache harder to ignore than the one Azzi had just forced her through. Her legs shake a little at the loss, a harsh exhale pressing itself out of her chest. “Holy shit,” she mumbles into the quiet between them, raising the toy a little to hit the power button. She thinks she hears Azzi laugh softly. The sound of it shakes a little with her uneven breathing.
She shuts it off and carelessly reaches up to set it on her headboard. And she knows that she’s sticky between her legs, knows that there’s probably a wet spot on her sheets where she’s just been laying, but she can’t get herself to care through the fatigue that has found her. She hears Azzi’s vibrator turn off just moments after her own. And then they’re just laying there, the night choking them out, the only sound their breathing.
Paige is so tired. So much more tired than she had been before Azzi had called. She rolls over onto her stomach where the bed is clean. Sighs into her pillow, feels her body sink into her mattress and her tangled blankets. Her lids are heavy and start to sink over her eyes.
She can hear soft sounds of Azzi shifting over the speaker. Neither speak another word. Paige’s breathing starts to even. Unconsciousness grips her. And she knows she should probably hang up on Azzi, knows that this probably marks the start of another vicious cycle, but she doesn’t care. Her body is relaxed with release, the skin under her eyes and between her legs drying, and she can feel herself finally finding sleep. Azzi doesn’t hang up.
i have 3 one shots im very close to finishing up vote on order i work on them + post 🥹 all r getting posted before i leave but top one ill finish first
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fluffy sick fic
phone sex w genuinely 0 plot
cute amazon delivery driver prompt i got like a week ago
“tell me again what you thought of me,” paige asked, cheek resting on the bend of her elbow. her smile pressed her eyes into little crescents that made her look younger than she was.
they were lying in bed, sunday morning sunlight spilling through the gaps in azzi’s blinds. her room let too much light in in the mornings. it was her biggest flaw.
azzi rolled her eyes, turning on to her back underneath paige’s free arm. “i’ve told you, like, eight times,” she protested.
paige pulled azzi towards herself by her waist, the sheets rustling under her as she was dragged across the mattress.
“i know, but i want you to tell me again.”
azzi looked at her out of the side of her eye in performative judgment and then sighed, giving in as easy as she always did. she turned so they were facing each other and reached out to play with the collar of paige’s pajama shirt.
“when mila held up the lollipops, i looked up,” azzi recalled. her voice was low and soft.
paige closed her eyes, taking herself back to that moment. by then, she’d already fallen in love with azzi, she liked to say. but azzi hadn’t laid eyes on her yet.
azzi absentmindedly stroked the back of her fingers against paige’s chin as she continued the story. “and you were so tall. and good looking. and blonde. and obviously gay.”
paige snorted, eyes flying open. “stop adding details,” she complained.
azzi grinned at her, way too pleased with herself. “it’s true, though. i knew immediately.”
paige rolled her eyes, putting on a show of annoyance that was completely counteracted by the way she slipped her hand under azzi’s shirt to feel at the warm skin of her waist. azzi giggled and tapped her lip, pretending to need to think about what happened next. as if she hadn’t told paige this story once a month since they’d started dating.
“anyway,” she said, “don’t interrupt me.” paige blinked at her, patiently waiting for her to continue. “i looked up at you, and my heart, like, stopped in my chest.”
paige grinned, unable to help herself. this was her favorite part of the story.
“because i didn’t know what your personality was like yet,” azzi added.
paige scoffed. “stop, bruh. you’re so full of shit.”
azzi smiled at her again, little dimple peaking out to rub in just how much paige’s girlfriend loved ragebaiting her. then she took in a breath and let it out in a puff that was so cute, paige was overcome with the desire to kiss her senseless. but then she wouldn’t get the rest of her story. drawing on all her strength, paige refrained.
“and then i had to read the book and not look over at you because i would’ve stuttered or something,” azzi continued. “that was hard. i really wanted to look at you. i remember thinking that at least mila was sitting in my lap and you’d have to come back over to collect her. and i’d get to talk to you then. or at least look at you.”
“gay,” paige commented.
azzi gave her a flat look before continuing as if she hadn’t spoken. “and then you did come over, and you weren’t mila’s mom, and you were babysitting as a twenty-something year old, and i wanted to stay with the two of you as long as i could. so i asked mila if she wanted to see the other bluey books we had.”
paige nodded. “let’s skip this part because you don’t talk to me for the next fifteen minutes literally at all,” she said.
azzi laughed at her. “i was talking to mila! i was being a good librarian.”
“you were stealing my job and my kid,” paige corrected.
azzi rolled her eyes. then she shuffled a little closer to paige on the bed, and paige’s chest burst into a kaleidoscope of butterflies. “whatever.” azzi pursed her lips again in thought, presumably trying to remember the next interaction she and paige had. “oh, right,” she said, meeting paige’s eyes again. “then i lied and said you were good with her.”
paige groaned and turned her head to the ceiling. “you’re so annoying, bruh.”
azzi giggled, reaching out to hook a finger under the collar of paige’s shirt again. “well i didn’t know that to say,” she said. “i just wanted to talk to you.”
paige turned back to azzi and blew a sharp breath in her face. azzi scrunched up her eyes as it hit her. “continue,” paige said.
azzi looked away as she recalled the next events, her finger moving up to draw gentle lines down paige’s neck and collarbone. “you got all awkward and surprised,” she said. “and i laughed at you.”
she returned her gaze to paige’s with a smug little grin. paige pursed her lips, unable to argue with the objectively accurate account. azzi smiled wider.
“you looked really cute,” she said, placating. “and that’s when i started wondering if you liked me, too.” she moved her hand up to draw the pad of her thumb over the line of paige’s jaw. “but then you left the library, so i figured i was wrong.”
paige closed her eyes, cringing at her past self. “sorry,” she said.
azzi giggled. “it’s okay,” she said. “you came back. running.”
paige felt her face heat as she re-imagined what the scene must’ve looked like from azzi’s perspective. from the perspective of everyone else at the library. god. how embarrassing.
“and then you asked for my name, and you said it was pretty,” azzi said. for the first time since she’d started telling the story, azzi became visibly affected by the memory. her eyes turned distant and melty, and her face had softened into a whispered smile. paige felt the urge to kiss her senseless well up again.
“it is pretty,” she said instead. “you’re pretty.”
azzi looked up at her and smiled. “thank you,” she said softly. they looked at each other, sharing breath and warmth, and paige could tell azzi was debating whether or not she wanted to continue the story. she wondered what option azzi was weighing it against.
then azzi looked away and snapped back to herself with a quiet laugh. “and then you tried to leave,” she said. “again.”
paige closed her eyes against the embarrassment. “i didn’t know if you were even gay,” she said in defense. it was what she always said at this point in the story.
“i know, i know,” azzi said. “that’s why i told you when i got off work. and the rest is history.”
paige ran her hand up azzi’s shirt until it was splayed against her upper back. then she pressed azzi into herself until their chests were flush. “that’s a good story,” she said against azzi’s mouth.
“yeah?” azzi murmured, the corners of her mouth turning up. she slotted her knee between paige’s legs, joining in her girlfriend’s efforts to make them one body.
paige nodded. “you should tell it at our wedding.”
azzi’s face lit up, her brows raising as her grin grew into a full smile. “oh, really?” she asked. “that’s presumptuous.”
paige grinned, pushing herself up on her elbow and turning azzi over on to her back. “you know what they say,” she said, nudging her nose against azzi’s and huffing a laugh when azzi lifted her chin, seeking a kiss. “when you know, you know.”
i have 3 one shots im very close to finishing up vote on order i work on them + post 🥹 all r getting posted before i leave but top one ill finish first
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