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i also write for pazzi x reader or just paige x azzi
𑣲 SUMMARY azzi is waiting for paige in nothing but her tshirt and her panties on.
𑣲 WARNINGS sexual content. munch!p(fav) hairpulling. spit. alil bit of plot. breeding kink? mommy/daddy use. sexting?in a way. strap sucking.
𑣲 AUTHORS NOTE a nasty lil short something for my pazzi feelers. this is also NOT ongoing, sweet and simple!
𑣲 WORD COUNT 3.9K
𑣲 TAGS this is dedicated to my favoriteeeeee @pearlydollsworld, i hope you loveeee queennnnn.
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Azzi Fudd despised being bored. It was a little ironic how the number 1 pick in the draft still ached for that quiet lifestyle at times, making her want to consume that lonesome for what it was. It made her no better that she wasn’t found of to much attention anyway, she frayed away from it indefinitely and was taught to be true to herself, it’s what got her paid. It’s what kept her in the 2-bedroom condo at the heart of Uptown Dallas, fresh paint and plush carpeting that was her absolute favorite. The environment was new to her and she missed the family she had awaiting her back home but she loved the lonesome—until, it reached the point of boredom. Azzi laid on her stomach, her legs crossed at the ankles as she scrolled throughout her Instagram timeline.
It was a Saturday, quiet frank and hair wash day, she decided to stay inside. The stress it would’ve took to get dressed and made sure her hair stayed in check would’ve been to much for her making her stay inside in nothing but a fitted white tank, said tank cuffing her chest just right making the girls sit up nice and the laced black Victoria Secret panties she threw on after a much needed shower. Azzi had blown her hair out making it wavy against her back now, she couldn’t put it up just yet, letting it breathe before she wrapped it.
The grey sheets she had beneath her were ridded underneath her body, she continuously tossed and turned against her sheets with her legs sprawled beneath her. Azzi had a comfortable spot on her stomach now, her palm holding her pretty face up with her long legs drifting up and down, still wrapped at the ankles. The season was only beginning, the hectic practices but memorable moments was what Azzi did it for. It was the silence of the night that always got to her, she hated to admit it but she missed the chaotic noises the dorms left behind. It was like a part of her still remained in Storrs all the while she was conquering Dallas, day by day.
The lighting in her bedroom remained low nonetheless, a small shaded lamp sitting on her nightstand that contrasted a golden glow upon her face. Azzi thumb lifted first with seeing the notification slide down the top of her phone, her brown hues went over it a few times as she sat up accordingly to her elbows.
p baby
you’re no fun. 11:28PM
The text was immediate to make a smile spread across her face, she lasted a hour and a half before she texted her. Paige still decided to spend the night with a few of the women from the team, the last she knew that they were going to a few bars in town. Azzi though just couldn’t vision herself in that tonight; Azzi let the blonde go willingly even though she pressed to stay in with her, she actually made her get dressed and go out. Azzi didn’t plan on changing the life she was already living before she came, besides, she knew where Paige would be spending the rest of her night.
excuse me? 11:29PM
Paige responded within minutes.
p baby
yk everybody wanted to see you. they don’t bite 11:31PM
but do you? 11:31PM
Azzi couldn’t even fake it, she didn’t even bother to exit the thread with waiting on the next text. The text continued to come through, her eyes going over the message a few times before she responded.
p baby
only if your good 11:31PM
The red in her cheeks couldn’t be missed, a giggle falling from her lips as she twirled her hips so she could lie to her back. Azzi legs still resting beneath her, both hands holding her phone securely as she replied back like a schoolgirl in bed after hours.
i had my fun before i came. i needed no distractions. my bed treats me much much better. 11:33PM
p baby
really? show me 11:33PM
Azzi thought about it, her tongue going over her lips as she thought. The girl barley said anything but Azzi already felt her abdomen heating below her as her chest slowly rose and fell with her eyes sat on the text, her eyes slowly peered down to her attire seeing her shiny body that still appeared moisturized with the low lighting. Azzi stomach was flat with a tight and fit figure, she had been moving around all day long, her bed being more comfortable was an understatement. The girl was turning over to her side a bit, pressing the camera option in the messages and soon as the photo registered was when she lifted the silver iPhone 17 a bit higher.
The angle was perfect, giving a view of her toned body that was normally hidden beneath her clothes, the silver of her belly piercing catching in the camera. The picture giving her a small outline of her panties that was strapped to her waist, her chest though was fully in the photo, still sitting up nicely as she laid there comfortably again after pressing send on the photo. Azzi didn’t even have to analyze it, she pressed that blue button and watched the message send through. Azzi watched how the girl read over it within seconds, if that, it amazed her how she was literally spending time out but was glued to her phone now. It was only a few seconds going by before Paige replied, another smile coming to her face at the view of it.
p baby
stay just like that 11:35PM
Damn, that was quick. Azzi thought, the blonde was leaving no room for any other commentary. It excited her, her thighs squeezing tightly together making her thumbs move mindlessly with nothing but the truth just to watch it send.
i’ll be waiting. 11:35PM
• • •
Azzi got a set of three keys which all of them are now gone. One was to her parents, one was kept for her, that last key though was for her special someone. The sound of the front door opening fulfilled her ears making eyes lift firstly to see her making it in a twenty-minute span, she let her phone glide out of her hands whilst leaning up to her knees at the sound of her shoes inching closer down the hallway now. It was a lengthy walk, the hallway was probably the longest part about the space but as soon as she came around the corner, Azzi was already smiling.
Paige leaned against the threshold, stepping out of her white Jordan’s by firstly pulling the lace before they fell to the floor.
Paige had kept the drinking to a minimum, she probably took two shots flat but couldn’t worry about much of anything else at the sight of Azzi. The girl was sitting up on her knees towards the edge of the bed now, her arms spreading for Paige to walk into her embrace. “What took you so long?” Azzi questioned her but Paige still found her lips first, her arms wrapping around her tight to press her against her body whilst her lips moved against her own. The kiss was deep, both lips moving at that slow pace that had their lips dragging against one another’s. “Had to grab something.” Paige murmured, a hand moving from the embrace to grab Azzi’s wrist and she let her guide her to the middle of her pants to feel the length that rested there.
“I want it.” Azzi breathed against her mouth, her tongue dragging against the pink of her bottom lip whilst her hands started at the zipper of the black jumpsuit she wore. “Can I have it baby?” Azzi pulled at the zipper to show the black beater she wore underneath the jacket that looked freshly crisped, her hands going to push the jacket off her completely, squeezing at her biceps as it dropped to the floor. Paige nodded her head, dazed with the beauty that was leaning to her knees to pull at the sweats she wore, the girl was wasting no time to get Paige undressed completely and she let her strip her of everything she wore.
“You look so good.” Paige couldn’t help the words as they fell, her being able to see Azzi up close like this was taking her there. Azzi nipples were hard against her shirt, a pretty smile on her lips at the sound of the compliment. “You look better.” Azzi was inching off the bed so her knees could go to the floor, two pointer fingers to pull the sweats down her legs and making her step out of them. The boxers had went next—slowly though, a single finger catching onto the front just to pull them down and the clear strap springing out was a good 8inches with a curve forming at the tip.
“This lets you feel it too?” Paige was licking over her lips, her head slowly nodding. Azzi’s tongue came out firstly, lining from the base all the way to the tip just for her mouth to open wider for it and pushing it past her lips. Paige picked this one specifically with the dual harness making the small bullet insert inside of her, as soon as she felt the pressure from Azzi’s throat, her breath caught in a soft moan. Azzi eyes flicked upwards, pulling her head back to stick out her tongue, slapping the silicone against her pink tongue just to thrust her head forward again and take it into her mouth.
The repeating stimulation of it making Paige shudder, a weakness forming in her legs because of Azzi unstopping, she was pressing back against that pressure as the tip repeatedly found her throat. “Oh fuckk—Azzi, shitt” Paige hips rutting against the pressure as well, her legs leaning her forward making both hands reach the bed and Azzi head going back to rest against the edge of it to let Paige hips move accordingly. The spit cornering at her lips, leaving a mess on her face. “Show me baby show me how nasty you can get” The words was making Azzi moan against it, she could feel her clit pulsing between her legs from the anticipation as they were both braces wide from the position.
She wanted it so bad. Paige could cum easy just off the look in her eyes as her brown hues found her blue ones but Paige was pulling back now, a long breath falling from Azzi’s lips but Paige was leaning down to kiss her spit slicked mouth. Azzi had spit dripping from her chin to her chest, making a mess of the once cleaned tee she wore but Azzi couldn’t complain. Paige was pulling her up by her arms just to find her mouth again, her mouth sucking her bottom lip in easy making Azzi moan against her lips.
Paige tongue came out as their lips broke, the string of spit connecting briefly before it broke, they both were heaving face to face before Paige spun her and gave her a push making her fall forward towards the bed. Azzi knees stood straight beneath her, her arms going forward as her back arched deep like she knew Paige wanted just enough for her stomach to kiss her grey sheets. Paige hands came up gracefully, gripping the meat of her ass just to lean down a press a soft kiss to her back. “Good girl.” Azzi looked like sin, her shirt bunched at her waist now while Paige used her fingers to pull her panties down her legs. Paige tugged at the flimsy fabric, coming down to a single knee, a singular hand spreading her ass open as she let the spit fall from her tongue to gaze her pussy.
Azzi bringing both her arms underneath her to lay on them now, her lips parting with a shaky breath. “Paige, pleasee. I waited for you baby.” Instead of taking her tongue, it was her ring and middle finger that found her entrance with ease making her slip inside to about half her finger before she pulled it back out, slowly spreading those two fingers in a trance with the way her pussy left them. “I know, such a good girl for waiting on me.” Paige spoke gently, her fingers going in again making Azzi moan loudly from the stretch, Azzi stretching her own fingers to touch her lips in hopes to contain her loud noises.
Paige moaned at her pussy taking both fingers fully, her bottom lip going between her teeth as she thrusted them in and out of her system. It was a repeating motion that had Azzi moaning each time her fingers breached deeper, her hips rocking back against the pressure Paige was building. Azzi felt like she could come exactly off those small thrust, the girls fingers thrusting slowly but rammed inside of her with a different type of pressure, her hips rocking was making them hit deeper. The hand that held her open, now being the one to slap her ass making Azzi freeze as her fingers picked up. “Stop moving.” Paige reminded her, that hand coming to her hip to keep her locked in place before pulling her fingers back.
“Paige—,” Azzi protested faded soon as her legs started to cower and lean forward at Paige feasting on her pussy. Her mouth found her clit, holding it there whilst her tongue moved back and forth against it. Her tongue being a constant massage to her core that grew wetter every time her mouth moved against it, she hummed at the sweet taste Azzi was leaving on her tongue.
Paige could feel the wetter she continued to get with dragging her tongue flat against the mess she was making, licking upwards to plunge her tongue deep inside of her, holding it straight so she felt it. A thumb coming underneath her to rub messy circles against her clit—Azzi was losing it, her strength slipping through her fingers as her eyes pushed towards the back of her head. “Shitttttt” She cried, Paige wouldn’t move her mouth for a second, it was all consuming with the way she ate her out. Her entire top half falling to rest against her bedding with her hips down still propped up, Paige’s mouth finding her pearl again to suck on it.
Azzi gasped into the sheets, she couldn’t hold it if she tried. “I’m cumming—fuuck I’m—,” She whispered but she knew she heard her from the way Paige’s mouth moved against her clit again, humming into it with another slap to her ass. It made the string snap, her first one tonight that she felt reach her toes as her body burned with pleasure. It made her skin heat, her heart pound as she came down, a soft yelp from Paige standing to her feet now and pulling her back up accordingly.
Paige tongue came out to slowly drag against her bottom lip, her feet planted into the floor as she used the tip to play with her clit. “You’ll gimmie another?” The insertion that was inside of her was a slippery mess between her legs but she had yet to cum, the pressure was making her dizzy with it though making a single knee came to the bed with her hand lining her up. “Mmhmm” Azzi breathed making Paige eyes flick up this time as she eased inside of her, her hands gripping the sheets now as her toes curled.
“Yes yes, yes baby” Azzi chanted with her hands underneath her again with being able to hold herself up now but Paige had a tight grip on her waist; watching her take every last inch she gave her, the thrust extra sharp every time she slammed into her. “Baby—baby slow down” Azzi breathed as she leaned up with a single hand holding herself steady, her other hand going back to Paige’s wrist to hold her there. Paige looked up at her blissed out face, watching her tongue go over her lips and doey eyes watching her thrust return to a slower place, dragging the length achingly slow.
“Like this?” Paige asked her, just to watch her eyes closed and body drop against the bed again. The girth of it pushing inside of her each time was making her feel each movement she made but Azzi gasped sharply at Paige pulling her hair back into a ponytail that fit in her hand making her head lift up from her bed, holding it tight in her grip as her strokes start to speed up again making her body push forward with each thrust. “Don’t stop looking at me.” Paige watched her face pout in pleasure again, her eyes fluttering now but lowed in lust as she fought to keep them open.
“Baby—babyy I’m a cum like that” Paige whispered out, she couldn’t hold it back anymore if she wanted to, that part in her stomach becoming more hallowed from the slow movements explaining her speed. Azzi eyes opened, her pussy squelching at the sound of her voice in her head, her hand easing up her wrist to grip her forearm. “Cum with me then daddy—please baby, you can do it inside of me” Paige exhaled at her words, she was snapping her hips into her now with the sound forming between the two as Paige fucked her in a position she couldn’t do nothing in but take it.
“Yeah? You gone have my babies?” Azzi head went up and down immediately being unable to form any words at her plowing inside of her, finally letting the feeling wash over her now as she felt that snap again in her abdomen. Paige rhythm was becoming messy letting Azzi knew she came as well, her stroke pattern slowing eventually and giving her one last long stroke that filled her to the hilt before she pulled out. Paige was turning her body though so that she could lay back beside her—as soon as she laid down, she was grabbing Azzi’s strengthless body to make her move on top of her.
Azzi moaned at the strap gliding across her clit as she settled down onto her lap, her pussy pressing against the length whilst her mouth opened for Paige’s lips as she kissed her. The kiss itself slow this time before it built to something messier, in a way making Azzi core throb again with need, giving her that certain stamina through the kiss that she needed. Azzi was ready again, her head tilting left to follow the correct pace that Paige was setting now with Paige’s hands easing up her sides to bunch the tee up completely. “Put it in baby please” Paige spoke against her lips as Azzi continued to lazily kiss into her open mouth, her hand coming down in between them as her hips lifted.
Their kiss had to break completely as she settled upwards; Paige pushing her tee up high enough for her chest to spring out, as soon as her tongue ran flat against her nipple, the feeling made her freeze and with shaking legs as she started to pull at it with her teeth just to soothe it with her tongue again. Azzi head tilted down to watch her as her tongue glided from one nipple towards the other, leaving a trail behind her movements, sucking the opposite one into her mouth with no hands. “Oh my God” Azzi head tilted back her hand gripping the length just as her entrance caught onto it, her hair frizzed from the heat and flowing against her shoulders as she eased down upon it.
Azzi had flinched forward this time at Paige hand slapping her ass again. “All of it baby, I don’t even wanna see it—let it go inside of you, just like that” Paige coached, her back flat against the bed as both hands went to her waist this time whilst Azzi had both her knees planted into the bed with her hips dipping low just to bring them back up with a slow drag. “S’big, so big daddy” Azzi exhaled, a single knee coming up so her foot was planted on the bed so she could bounce at a steady pace, being sure to dig her hips down deep enough so Paige could feel her own thrust.
Paige head went back in the bedding, jaw dropped as her eyes fluttered before eventually closing at her movements. Paige wasn’t even moving her, it was all Azzi with all her strength. She lived to see Paige break like this, the soft moans that turned into whines everytime she came down and meet her hips with the sticky mess already on her legs. “You could get me pregnant like this baby” Azzi spoke to her in her familiar hushed voice, she moaned at the feeling of Paige’s nails digging into her hips, she knew if she kept talking she would have her cumming on the spot. “You like that? You wanna make me a mommy?” Azzi was leaning down so that her front was pressing up against her, watching Paige’s face up close as a breathy moan came from her pink lips from the feeling between her legs.
The sounds Azzi’s pussy was making was a loud noise that bounced off the walls with their moans mixing in harmony—Paige groaning at Azzi stopping her bouncing all together to dig her hips against the blonde. Azzi eyes rolled again, her head lifting up at the feeling nudging her Gspot just right, moving at a lazy rhythm that still worked for them both whilst Paige turned her head to a angle that could leave soft kisses against her neck. “I’m s’close—you make me feel so good mommy” Paige was whispering to her, talking to her in a soft state before she stuck her tongue out to drag it against the skin of her neck, all the way up to reach her jaw, a panting mess against her ear.
Azzi head fell forward in exhaust, her forehead finding her shoulder but her bottom half was working for it as she resumed back to bouncing again at the sound of her girl in her ear. “Holy shit—holy shit, I’m,” Paige words bundled together, her nails going from holding to scratching into her skin as she came so hard, it was leaving her legs a weak trembling mess. Azzi felt her stutter beneath her—her legs burning until Paige started to squeeze her hips again, pulling her downwards to meet her thrust, she couldn’t even last another two before she came with a harsh gasps falling from her lips, her vision blinking white as she came to.
The girl had too. She fell against Paige’s chest as soon as the feeling ran through her, her body becoming more than limp as she blinked to gather herself. “Oh my God, my fucking legs.” Azzi groaned making a soft laugh come from Paige as she eventually was able to roll herself over making Azzi fall to her back, she was lifting her hips up to pull off the harness and let it fall to the floor.
“You’ll wait like that for me every night?” Paige was grabbing the throw blanket that Azzi slept with every night, fixing it to fall over them both as Azzi wrapped her entire body around the blondes. The girl even had her legs wrapped around her body securely, she wanted to be in her skin so bad whilst her head fell to her chest and Paige had her in a tight embrace in her arms. “Only if you’re good.” Azzi said, replicating her words from earlier.
Paige smiled, her lips puckering to kiss her forehead making Azzi’s eyes briefly close as she did so. “Whatever you want.”
𑣲 SUMMARY azzi is waiting for paige in nothing but her tshirt and her panties on.
𑣲 WARNINGS sexual content. munch!p(fav) hairpulling. spit. alil bit of plot. breeding kink? mommy/daddy use. sexting?in a way. strap sucking.
𑣲 AUTHORS NOTE a nasty lil short something for my pazzi feelers. this is also NOT ongoing, sweet and simple!
𑣲 WORD COUNT 3.9K
𑣲 TAGS this is dedicated to my favoriteeeeee @pearlydollsworld, i hope you loveeee queennnnn.
• • •
Azzi Fudd despised being bored. It was a little ironic how the number 1 pick in the draft still ached for that quiet lifestyle at times, making her want to consume that lonesome for what it was. It made her no better that she wasn’t found of to much attention anyway, she frayed away from it indefinitely and was taught to be true to herself, it’s what got her paid. It’s what kept her in the 2-bedroom condo at the heart of Uptown Dallas, fresh paint and plush carpeting that was her absolute favorite. The environment was new to her and she missed the family she had awaiting her back home but she loved the lonesome—until, it reached the point of boredom. Azzi laid on her stomach, her legs crossed at the ankles as she scrolled throughout her Instagram timeline.
It was a Saturday, quiet frank and hair wash day, she decided to stay inside. The stress it would’ve took to get dressed and made sure her hair stayed in check would’ve been to much for her making her stay inside in nothing but a fitted white tank, said tank cuffing her chest just right making the girls sit up nice and the laced black Victoria Secret panties she threw on after a much needed shower. Azzi had blown her hair out making it wavy against her back now, she couldn’t put it up just yet, letting it breathe before she wrapped it.
The grey sheets she had beneath her were ridded underneath her body, she continuously tossed and turned against her sheets with her legs sprawled beneath her. Azzi had a comfortable spot on her stomach now, her palm holding her pretty face up with her long legs drifting up and down, still wrapped at the ankles. The season was only beginning, the hectic practices but memorable moments was what Azzi did it for. It was the silence of the night that always got to her, she hated to admit it but she missed the chaotic noises the dorms left behind. It was like a part of her still remained in Storrs all the while she was conquering Dallas, day by day.
The lighting in her bedroom remained low nonetheless, a small shaded lamp sitting on her nightstand that contrasted a golden glow upon her face. Azzi thumb lifted first with seeing the notification slide down the top of her phone, her brown hues went over it a few times as she sat up accordingly to her elbows.
p baby
you’re no fun. 11:28PM
The text was immediate to make a smile spread across her face, she lasted a hour and a half before she texted her. Paige still decided to spend the night with a few of the women from the team, the last she knew that they were going to a few bars in town. Azzi though just couldn’t vision herself in that tonight; Azzi let the blonde go willingly even though she pressed to stay in with her, she actually made her get dressed and go out. Azzi didn’t plan on changing the life she was already living before she came, besides, she knew where Paige would be spending the rest of her night.
excuse me? 11:29PM
Paige responded within minutes.
p baby
yk everybody wanted to see you. they don’t bite 11:31PM
but do you? 11:31PM
Azzi couldn’t even fake it, she didn’t even bother to exit the thread with waiting on the next text. The text continued to come through, her eyes going over the message a few times before she responded.
p baby
only if your good 11:31PM
The red in her cheeks couldn’t be missed, a giggle falling from her lips as she twirled her hips so she could lie to her back. Azzi legs still resting beneath her, both hands holding her phone securely as she replied back like a schoolgirl in bed after hours.
i had my fun before i came. i needed no distractions. my bed treats me much much better. 11:33PM
p baby
really? show me 11:33PM
Azzi thought about it, her tongue going over her lips as she thought. The girl barley said anything but Azzi already felt her abdomen heating below her as her chest slowly rose and fell with her eyes sat on the text, her eyes slowly peered down to her attire seeing her shiny body that still appeared moisturized with the low lighting. Azzi stomach was flat with a tight and fit figure, she had been moving around all day long, her bed being more comfortable was an understatement. The girl was turning over to her side a bit, pressing the camera option in the messages and soon as the photo registered was when she lifted the silver iPhone 17 a bit higher.
The angle was perfect, giving a view of her toned body that was normally hidden beneath her clothes, the silver of her belly piercing catching in the camera. The picture giving her a small outline of her panties that was strapped to her waist, her chest though was fully in the photo, still sitting up nicely as she laid there comfortably again after pressing send on the photo. Azzi didn’t even have to analyze it, she pressed that blue button and watched the message send through. Azzi watched how the girl read over it within seconds, if that, it amazed her how she was literally spending time out but was glued to her phone now. It was only a few seconds going by before Paige replied, another smile coming to her face at the view of it.
p baby
stay just like that 11:35PM
Damn, that was quick. Azzi thought, the blonde was leaving no room for any other commentary. It excited her, her thighs squeezing tightly together making her thumbs move mindlessly with nothing but the truth just to watch it send.
i’ll be waiting. 11:35PM
• • •
Azzi got a set of three keys which all of them are now gone. One was to her parents, one was kept for her, that last key though was for her special someone. The sound of the front door opening fulfilled her ears making eyes lift firstly to see her making it in a twenty-minute span, she let her phone glide out of her hands whilst leaning up to her knees at the sound of her shoes inching closer down the hallway now. It was a lengthy walk, the hallway was probably the longest part about the space but as soon as she came around the corner, Azzi was already smiling.
Paige leaned against the threshold, stepping out of her white Jordan’s by firstly pulling the lace before they fell to the floor.
Paige had kept the drinking to a minimum, she probably took two shots flat but couldn’t worry about much of anything else at the sight of Azzi. The girl was sitting up on her knees towards the edge of the bed now, her arms spreading for Paige to walk into her embrace. “What took you so long?” Azzi questioned her but Paige still found her lips first, her arms wrapping around her tight to press her against her body whilst her lips moved against her own. The kiss was deep, both lips moving at that slow pace that had their lips dragging against one another’s. “Had to grab something.” Paige murmured, a hand moving from the embrace to grab Azzi’s wrist and she let her guide her to the middle of her pants to feel the length that rested there.
“I want it.” Azzi breathed against her mouth, her tongue dragging against the pink of her bottom lip whilst her hands started at the zipper of the black jumpsuit she wore. “Can I have it baby?” Azzi pulled at the zipper to show the black beater she wore underneath the jacket that looked freshly crisped, her hands going to push the jacket off her completely, squeezing at her biceps as it dropped to the floor. Paige nodded her head, dazed with the beauty that was leaning to her knees to pull at the sweats she wore, the girl was wasting no time to get Paige undressed completely and she let her strip her of everything she wore.
“You look so good.” Paige couldn’t help the words as they fell, her being able to see Azzi up close like this was taking her there. Azzi nipples were hard against her shirt, a pretty smile on her lips at the sound of the compliment. “You look better.” Azzi was inching off the bed so her knees could go to the floor, two pointer fingers to pull the sweats down her legs and making her step out of them. The boxers had went next—slowly though, a single finger catching onto the front just to pull them down and the clear strap springing out was a good 8inches with a curve forming at the tip.
“This lets you feel it too?” Paige was licking over her lips, her head slowly nodding. Azzi’s tongue came out firstly, lining from the base all the way to the tip just for her mouth to open wider for it and pushing it past her lips. Paige picked this one specifically with the dual harness making the small bullet insert inside of her, as soon as she felt the pressure from Azzi’s throat, her breath caught in a soft moan. Azzi eyes flicked upwards, pulling her head back to stick out her tongue, slapping the silicone against her pink tongue just to thrust her head forward again and take it into her mouth.
The repeating stimulation of it making Paige shudder, a weakness forming in her legs because of Azzi unstopping, she was pressing back against that pressure as the tip repeatedly found her throat. “Oh fuckk—Azzi, shitt” Paige hips rutting against the pressure as well, her legs leaning her forward making both hands reach the bed and Azzi head going back to rest against the edge of it to let Paige hips move accordingly. The spit cornering at her lips, leaving a mess on her face. “Show me baby show me how nasty you can get” The words was making Azzi moan against it, she could feel her clit pulsing between her legs from the anticipation as they were both braces wide from the position.
She wanted it so bad. Paige could cum easy just off the look in her eyes as her brown hues found her blue ones but Paige was pulling back now, a long breath falling from Azzi’s lips but Paige was leaning down to kiss her spit slicked mouth. Azzi had spit dripping from her chin to her chest, making a mess of the once cleaned tee she wore but Azzi couldn’t complain. Paige was pulling her up by her arms just to find her mouth again, her mouth sucking her bottom lip in easy making Azzi moan against her lips.
Paige tongue came out as their lips broke, the string of spit connecting briefly before it broke, they both were heaving face to face before Paige spun her and gave her a push making her fall forward towards the bed. Azzi knees stood straight beneath her, her arms going forward as her back arched deep like she knew Paige wanted just enough for her stomach to kiss her grey sheets. Paige hands came up gracefully, gripping the meat of her ass just to lean down a press a soft kiss to her back. “Good girl.” Azzi looked like sin, her shirt bunched at her waist now while Paige used her fingers to pull her panties down her legs. Paige tugged at the flimsy fabric, coming down to a single knee, a singular hand spreading her ass open as she let the spit fall from her tongue to gaze her pussy.
Azzi bringing both her arms underneath her to lay on them now, her lips parting with a shaky breath. “Paige, pleasee. I waited for you baby.” Instead of taking her tongue, it was her ring and middle finger that found her entrance with ease making her slip inside to about half her finger before she pulled it back out, slowly spreading those two fingers in a trance with the way her pussy left them. “I know, such a good girl for waiting on me.” Paige spoke gently, her fingers going in again making Azzi moan loudly from the stretch, Azzi stretching her own fingers to touch her lips in hopes to contain her loud noises.
Paige moaned at her pussy taking both fingers fully, her bottom lip going between her teeth as she thrusted them in and out of her system. It was a repeating motion that had Azzi moaning each time her fingers breached deeper, her hips rocking back against the pressure Paige was building. Azzi felt like she could come exactly off those small thrust, the girls fingers thrusting slowly but rammed inside of her with a different type of pressure, her hips rocking was making them hit deeper. The hand that held her open, now being the one to slap her ass making Azzi freeze as her fingers picked up. “Stop moving.” Paige reminded her, that hand coming to her hip to keep her locked in place before pulling her fingers back.
“Paige—,” Azzi protested faded soon as her legs started to cower and lean forward at Paige feasting on her pussy. Her mouth found her clit, holding it there whilst her tongue moved back and forth against it. Her tongue being a constant massage to her core that grew wetter every time her mouth moved against it, she hummed at the sweet taste Azzi was leaving on her tongue.
Paige could feel the wetter she continued to get with dragging her tongue flat against the mess she was making, licking upwards to plunge her tongue deep inside of her, holding it straight so she felt it. A thumb coming underneath her to rub messy circles against her clit—Azzi was losing it, her strength slipping through her fingers as her eyes pushed towards the back of her head. “Shitttttt” She cried, Paige wouldn’t move her mouth for a second, it was all consuming with the way she ate her out. Her entire top half falling to rest against her bedding with her hips down still propped up, Paige’s mouth finding her pearl again to suck on it.
Azzi gasped into the sheets, she couldn’t hold it if she tried. “I’m cumming—fuuck I’m—,” She whispered but she knew she heard her from the way Paige’s mouth moved against her clit again, humming into it with another slap to her ass. It made the string snap, her first one tonight that she felt reach her toes as her body burned with pleasure. It made her skin heat, her heart pound as she came down, a soft yelp from Paige standing to her feet now and pulling her back up accordingly.
Paige tongue came out to slowly drag against her bottom lip, her feet planted into the floor as she used the tip to play with her clit. “You’ll gimmie another?” The insertion that was inside of her was a slippery mess between her legs but she had yet to cum, the pressure was making her dizzy with it though making a single knee came to the bed with her hand lining her up. “Mmhmm” Azzi breathed making Paige eyes flick up this time as she eased inside of her, her hands gripping the sheets now as her toes curled.
“Yes yes, yes baby” Azzi chanted with her hands underneath her again with being able to hold herself up now but Paige had a tight grip on her waist; watching her take every last inch she gave her, the thrust extra sharp every time she slammed into her. “Baby—baby slow down” Azzi breathed as she leaned up with a single hand holding herself steady, her other hand going back to Paige’s wrist to hold her there. Paige looked up at her blissed out face, watching her tongue go over her lips and doey eyes watching her thrust return to a slower place, dragging the length achingly slow.
“Like this?” Paige asked her, just to watch her eyes closed and body drop against the bed again. The girth of it pushing inside of her each time was making her feel each movement she made but Azzi gasped sharply at Paige pulling her hair back into a ponytail that fit in her hand making her head lift up from her bed, holding it tight in her grip as her strokes start to speed up again making her body push forward with each thrust. “Don’t stop looking at me.” Paige watched her face pout in pleasure again, her eyes fluttering now but lowed in lust as she fought to keep them open.
“Baby—babyy I’m a cum like that” Paige whispered out, she couldn’t hold it back anymore if she wanted to, that part in her stomach becoming more hallowed from the slow movements explaining her speed. Azzi eyes opened, her pussy squelching at the sound of her voice in her head, her hand easing up her wrist to grip her forearm. “Cum with me then daddy—please baby, you can do it inside of me” Paige exhaled at her words, she was snapping her hips into her now with the sound forming between the two as Paige fucked her in a position she couldn’t do nothing in but take it.
“Yeah? You gone have my babies?” Azzi head went up and down immediately being unable to form any words at her plowing inside of her, finally letting the feeling wash over her now as she felt that snap again in her abdomen. Paige rhythm was becoming messy letting Azzi knew she came as well, her stroke pattern slowing eventually and giving her one last long stroke that filled her to the hilt before she pulled out. Paige was turning her body though so that she could lay back beside her—as soon as she laid down, she was grabbing Azzi’s strengthless body to make her move on top of her.
Azzi moaned at the strap gliding across her clit as she settled down onto her lap, her pussy pressing against the length whilst her mouth opened for Paige’s lips as she kissed her. The kiss itself slow this time before it built to something messier, in a way making Azzi core throb again with need, giving her that certain stamina through the kiss that she needed. Azzi was ready again, her head tilting left to follow the correct pace that Paige was setting now with Paige’s hands easing up her sides to bunch the tee up completely. “Put it in baby please” Paige spoke against her lips as Azzi continued to lazily kiss into her open mouth, her hand coming down in between them as her hips lifted.
Their kiss had to break completely as she settled upwards; Paige pushing her tee up high enough for her chest to spring out, as soon as her tongue ran flat against her nipple, the feeling made her freeze and with shaking legs as she started to pull at it with her teeth just to soothe it with her tongue again. Azzi head tilted down to watch her as her tongue glided from one nipple towards the other, leaving a trail behind her movements, sucking the opposite one into her mouth with no hands. “Oh my God” Azzi head tilted back her hand gripping the length just as her entrance caught onto it, her hair frizzed from the heat and flowing against her shoulders as she eased down upon it.
Azzi had flinched forward this time at Paige hand slapping her ass again. “All of it baby, I don’t even wanna see it—let it go inside of you, just like that” Paige coached, her back flat against the bed as both hands went to her waist this time whilst Azzi had both her knees planted into the bed with her hips dipping low just to bring them back up with a slow drag. “S’big, so big daddy” Azzi exhaled, a single knee coming up so her foot was planted on the bed so she could bounce at a steady pace, being sure to dig her hips down deep enough so Paige could feel her own thrust.
Paige head went back in the bedding, jaw dropped as her eyes fluttered before eventually closing at her movements. Paige wasn’t even moving her, it was all Azzi with all her strength. She lived to see Paige break like this, the soft moans that turned into whines everytime she came down and meet her hips with the sticky mess already on her legs. “You could get me pregnant like this baby” Azzi spoke to her in her familiar hushed voice, she moaned at the feeling of Paige’s nails digging into her hips, she knew if she kept talking she would have her cumming on the spot. “You like that? You wanna make me a mommy?” Azzi was leaning down so that her front was pressing up against her, watching Paige’s face up close as a breathy moan came from her pink lips from the feeling between her legs.
The sounds Azzi’s pussy was making was a loud noise that bounced off the walls with their moans mixing in harmony—Paige groaning at Azzi stopping her bouncing all together to dig her hips against the blonde. Azzi eyes rolled again, her head lifting up at the feeling nudging her Gspot just right, moving at a lazy rhythm that still worked for them both whilst Paige turned her head to a angle that could leave soft kisses against her neck. “I’m s’close—you make me feel so good mommy” Paige was whispering to her, talking to her in a soft state before she stuck her tongue out to drag it against the skin of her neck, all the way up to reach her jaw, a panting mess against her ear.
Azzi head fell forward in exhaust, her forehead finding her shoulder but her bottom half was working for it as she resumed back to bouncing again at the sound of her girl in her ear. “Holy shit—holy shit, I’m,” Paige words bundled together, her nails going from holding to scratching into her skin as she came so hard, it was leaving her legs a weak trembling mess. Azzi felt her stutter beneath her—her legs burning until Paige started to squeeze her hips again, pulling her downwards to meet her thrust, she couldn’t even last another two before she came with a harsh gasps falling from her lips, her vision blinking white as she came to.
The girl had too. She fell against Paige’s chest as soon as the feeling ran through her, her body becoming more than limp as she blinked to gather herself. “Oh my God, my fucking legs.” Azzi groaned making a soft laugh come from Paige as she eventually was able to roll herself over making Azzi fall to her back, she was lifting her hips up to pull off the harness and let it fall to the floor.
“You’ll wait like that for me every night?” Paige was grabbing the throw blanket that Azzi slept with every night, fixing it to fall over them both as Azzi wrapped her entire body around the blondes. The girl even had her legs wrapped around her body securely, she wanted to be in her skin so bad whilst her head fell to her chest and Paige had her in a tight embrace in her arms. “Only if you’re good.” Azzi said, replicating her words from earlier.
Paige smiled, her lips puckering to kiss her forehead making Azzi’s eyes briefly close as she did so. “Whatever you want.”
synopsis: paige gives azzi sex lessons + experienced!p x inexperienced! a if you wanna say that. paige also gives azzi a kissing lesson too.
warnings: language and sexual content (like so much..)
wc: 12.5k
notes: hi!! I’m so sorry I didn’t edit this but I hope you guys enjoy!! Feel free to give me feedback it helps me a lot! love you guys and I hope y’all enjoy <3 also the beginning does start out a little sad but I promise it gets better. Also not proofread!
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Today was not a good day for Azzi. Maybe it was because it was Monday the worst day of the week or maybe it was the fact that Azzi was late to one of her lectures which put her in a bad mood because she hates being late to class. But the main reason why Azzi was having a horrible day was an ongoing thought that was in the back of her head that kept distracting her. The thought made her brain foggy to the point where she couldn’t even comprehend what was happening around her. Everything felt like a blur almost.
From the age of eighteen Azzi has always known that she was gay. She just never told anyone. Not even her best friend. It wasn’t out of shame or anything it was because she’s never actually been with a girl before. She’s never dated, kissed, or even had sex with a girl. So, she simply didn’t want to give people false information if she was just mistaken or confused.
But now Azzi is twenty one. And she still sadly hasn’t been with a girl. It wasn’t because she didn’t attract anyone she actually rejected tons of girls that had asked her out because they weren’t the person who she was fond of was her best friend—Paige. No matter how hard she tried to get over her little crush that wasn’t actually little nothing worked. She’s tired distancing herself which was horrible. She remembers it being the worst day of her life. Not being around Paige for twenty four hours almost made her depressed in a way. It was like a piece of her was missing.
At one point in time she tried confessing her feelings to the blonde which didn’t go well because Paige is bad at getting the hint and reading the room. After that day, she took it as a sign to just not say anything and keep her feelings to herself. But Azzi was so tired of doing that. She yearned to have a healthy relationship with someone she truly loves. Sometimes she lays awake at night praying and hoping that Paige would finally grow some balls and get her shit together. She craved the girl. Needed her in almost every shape and form.
Azzi was interrupted by the sound of her teacher dismissing the class. She blinked slowly, still trying to come back to consciousness of the world around her. When she left the room the first thing she did was head to Paige’s dorm. It was almost like a daily thing that the girls do. They meet up in Paige’s room discussing their day, maybe watch a movie and eat a shit ton of snacks then go to bed. Azzi would be lying if she said that wasn’t the highlight of her day.
When she finally made it to Paige’s room she opened the door and threw her backpack on the floor. The brunette let out a sign in relief her shoulders were sore from the weight of her backpack that she had been carrying all day. She let out a dramatic groan as her face planted onto Paige’s bed which caused the blonde to laugh, “well hello to you to Az” Paige teased with a big grin on her face.
“Today was horrible” Azzi mumbled out into Paige’s light grey sheets. The brunette scooted her body so that she could lay her head into Paige’s lap. She let out a sign in relation when Paige tangled her fingers into Azzi’s curls stretching and massaging at the girl's scalp while she scrolled on her phone with her other hand.
“Wanna talk about it?” The blonde asked, before she turned off her phone to give Azzi her full attention. She smiled dumblessly at the curly head girl. That smile alone caused Azzi’s heart to pound rapidly in her chest as the tip of her ears turned a faint red color. Azzi moved her hand to draw little figures on Paige’s bare thigh with the tip of her fingernails.
A small pout formed on Azzi’s face, “a lot has been on my mind that’s all. You won’t judge me right?” She asked, looking up at Paige in question which earned her another big smile. “Depends on what it is ma” god that fucking nickname alone made Azzi want to kiss her dumblessly until there lips fell off.
Azzi sat up completely causing Paige’s hand to leave azzi hair which honestly made her sad from the loss of contact. She was never one big on touching people but when it came from Paige it was different. It was also another thing that she craved. It was almost like one small jester wasn’t enough anymore at this point she just wanted to live inside Paige’s skin. Which honestly she would be down for.
The brunette sat with her knees tucked under her. Her hands clamped together in a ball as she looked at Paige with the most beautiful doe eyes ever. “Um, I think I’m gay” Azzi whispered so lightly that Paige could barely hear her words. Her heart fell to her stomach as she searched Paige’s face for some type of reaction to her words.
Paige was honestly caught off guard a little bit by the brunette's words. “You think?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side as she looked at Azzi with a questionable expression. Please please please be gay Paige prayed silently. All those nights of her staying up staring at a wall about how she’s in love with her best friend who doesn’t even like girls vanished. At least now she has somewhat of a chance of Azzi liking her.
Paige’s eyes tracked the way Azzi took a big swallow before she spoke. “It’s just I’ve never been with a girl before, not even a relationship that’s why I said ‘I think’ “ Azzi explained which caused Paige to let out a small “ohh” sound in understanding.
“Are you wanting to experience being with a girl? Like being intimate? Or a relationship kinda thing.”
“Both honestly,” Azzi replied without even second guessing herself. “Well, I also want to see how it feels being with a woman.” Azzi added with a slight nod. Talking about it relieved some of the tension off her shoulders. She felt heard talking to Paige about her feelings which is one reason why she was so in love with the girl.
All of the playfulness that Paige was showing a few minutes ago went away now she was calm and actively listening to the brunette talk about her feelings. “Would you like to experience it with me?” Paige asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though she felt like she was going to explode inside.
A soft smile stretched across Paige’s face when she could see Azzi’s eyes sparkle at the thought. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know about being with a girl and how it feels. I’ll even give you lesions” Paige said playfully wiggling her eyebrows at Azzi which earned a small smack on her arm.
The brunette moved even closer to Paige’s body that was resting against the headboard as her legs were stretched out in front of her. Azzi’s hand made its way back to Paige’s thigh, rubbing the skin in an up and down motion as she looked up at Paige with pure joy. “But I don’t want this to just be for fun. I want this to be serious. I want us to be serious and not friends with benefits kinda thing” Azzi confessed, biting the inside of her cheek hard.
Azzi’s face scrunched up a little bit as she expected Paige to yell at her and tell her to get out but it didn’t happen. “Damn and I thought I would make the first move eventually” Paige laughed, trying to hide how Azzi’s confidence flustered her.
The brunette shook her head, “I’m tired of pretending that I don’t like you. I want you Paige. So badly that it almost hurts.” She explained looking deep into Paige’s eyes with honesty.
Paige had to pinch her arm with her fingers to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Is this real? Paige questioned in her head still not being able to comprehend that this is actually happening. She’s waited years for this moment. All of the playful teasing, lingering touches and unspoken feelings. Years of unsaid words that would now come to light with the new chapter that is about to start for them.
Before Paige could even think twice she leaned in, her hand went up to Azzi's chin tilting it up before she clashed their lips together. The kiss was passionate, hungry even. Paige felt herself become lost with the feeling of Azzi’s smooth lips on hers that were a little chapped. The brunette let out a small moan against Paige's lips before she sat up on her numb legs moving to where she was straddling Paige’s hips planting herself in Paige’s lap that was now her new favorite seat.
Azzi ran her fingers through Paige’s soft blonde silky hair. She sat up straighter on Paige’s lap when she felt Paige run her tongue across her bottom lip. The brunette froze before she pulled back and laughed when she watched Paige try to chase her lips, not pleased that they had stopped. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Paige asked, her eyes looking deep into Azzi’s trying to see if she could find any ounce of Azzi looking uncomfortable or unsure which she didn't.
“I don’t know how to use my tongue. I’ve never made out with someone before or kissed anyone.” Azzi said softly reminding Paige or her experience that she didn’t have. Her cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment when the words left her mouth. A small wave of excitement hit Paige’s body from knowing that she is Azzi’s first kiss and about to be the girl’s first makeout session.
A small smirk appeared on Paige’s face, “You ready for your first lesson?" She asked with both her eyebrows raised as she looked at the curly headed girl which Azzi nodded her head fast out of excitement.
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| how to use tongue ( first lesson)
“Now we will start off slow with just small kisses and then we will work our way up okay?” Paige told her, rubbing her hands up and down the Azzi’s sides. Her hands made their way under Azzi’s skin tight tank top running her nails up and down Azzi’s sides causing the brunette to shiver. Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck while she nodded her head biting down on her lip hard.
The brunette inched her lips closer to Paige’s. She didn’t really think before she kissed Paige’s lips. When she heard Paige groan against her lips the taking it slow part went out the window. Out of desperation, Azzi pressed her chest against Paige’s, her up to mess with the blonde's ears down to her sharp jawline that made Azzi weak.
One of Paige’s hands wandered down to Azzi’s loose gray sweat pants that hung low on her hips. The blonde's big hand gripped the fat of Azzi’s ass causing Azzi to whimper against Paige’s lips. “You don’t wanna take it slow?” Paige asked, her lips touched Azzi’s as she spoke lightly. Her voice was a little uneven from their kiss.
“I can’t take things slow when your touch me like this” Azzi admitted, her underwear she was wearing was soaked to the point that they were ruined and drenched. The brunette was fighting back the urge to not grind against Paige’s tempting lap. She’s never felt like this before. Just when she was about to grind her hips down when she realized she couldn’t handle not feeling some type of pressure. A hand stopped her.
A small pout formed on Azzi’s bottom lip as she looked up at Paige with a sad expression. “Ma, we said we were gonna take it slow. Don’t feel like you need to rush” Paige rasped out, gripping Azzi’s ass tighter as she tried to make a point.
Azzi just grumbled under her breath as she shot Paige a look. “Sorry I kinda got lost for a second” she explained but before she could lean in to kiss Paige again the air was knocked out of her. Azzi’s back hit the bed as Paige flipped them over. The brunette's head rested on a pillow as Paige hovered over her with her arms beside Azzi’s head and her chains dangling down in front of Azzi’s face. The sight alone made Azzi even more horny if she was being honest.
The brunette moved her fingers up to play with Paige’s diamond chain but she was careful not wanting to damage or break it because she would not forgive herself if that happened. Breaking something that made Paige edible was not a good idea. Azzi stared up at Paige through her lashes, “though you were gonna teach me how to use my tongue?” She teased with a grin on her face but it was soon wiped off by the other girl.
Paige held the side of Azzi’s face with one hand, bringing the girl to an even deeper kiss than the previous ones they had before. The brunette let out a small groan out of happiness, her fingers played with the silver chain as Paige’s tongue ran over the bottom of Azzi’s lip. The brunette eagerly opened her mouth allowing Paige to map out every inch of her mouth.
Paige was gasping for air when she pulled away. The blonde's face was flushed with a light pink color on her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at Azzi with hooded eyes. “Follow my lead okay?” She said breathlessly, which Azzi nodded, not being able to find her voice at the moment.
Paige moved her head into Azzi’s personal space, connecting their lips together letting out a loud groan that Azzi swallowed when Paige felt Azzi opening her mouth silently begging Paige to use her tongue. The whole thought alone made Paige’s head spin. The blonde shoved her tongue into Azzi’s mouth, tangling it with Azzi’s which the brunette girl just followed what Paige was doing.
The blonde moved one of her hands down to grope at one of Azzi’s breasts through her tank top. The brunette pulled away from Paige’s hungry lips with a gasp when Paige was somehow able to play with her nipple outside of her bra. “Fuck—that feels good” Azzi said through her teeth. The pinch sent shivers down her spine from how sensitive her nub was but it was like a good kinda pain feeling.
Paige smirked down at Azzi, “you did good for your first lesson" she praised which caused Azzi’s to almost melt under her and into the bed.
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The sounds of birds chirping echoed through the wind of the open park. Azzi and Paige were sitting on a purple sheet that was laid out on top of the green grass. The hot beaming sun shot down on them as Azzi sat in Paige’s lap with one of her arms wrapped around the blonde's neck holding onto her for support.
“Open f’me” Paige said, while she held a chocolate covered strawberry in her hand holding it up to Azzi’s mouth signaling the girl to eat it.
The brunette held eye contact with Paige as she wrapped her lips around the strawberry biting into it before she left out a moan from how good the chocolate strawberry tasted on her tongue. Paige’s eyes dilated from the sight as she watched Azzi’s jaw move as the other girl chewed on it before she swallowed.
“You like it?” The blonde asked with a satisfied smile on her face. She reached over to the plastic container that held the rest of the strawberries, picking another one up in her hand before she fed it to Azzi again.
Azzi hummed in agreement as she finished eating the strawberry. Her brow cocked a little when she saw a smug look on Paige’s face as the girl just stared at her lips. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?” She asked but before she could bring her hand up to wipe around her mouth Paige stopped her.
The blonde moved her thumb to the crease of Azzi’s mouth to wipe up the melted chocolate that was collected there. Paige held eye contact with Azzi while she shoved her thumb in her mouth, licking up the chocolate from her finger. Azzi’s breath stuttered from the look Paige was giving her. The low seductive blue eyes really did something to Azzi.
Azzi bit the inside of her cheek before she grabbed Paige's face to connect their lips together into a heated and passionate kiss. The blonde gripped Azzi’s hips through Azzi’s short shorts. One of her hands moved south to Azzi’s ass giving it a good squeeze which caused Azzi to gasp against Paige’s lips. The blonde didn’t hesitate to shove her tongue into Azzi’s mouth.
Paige’s hand on the brunette ass pulled the girl more forward leaving no room in between the two girls. Azzi whimpered into Paige’s mouth as she then wrapped her other hand around Paige’s neck before she grinded her hips down onto the muscle of Paige’s thigh that was on display from her black Nike boy shorts.
“Oh fuck—“ Azzi moaned at the feeling her pussy grinding up against Paige’s thigh. Her head felt a little dizzy from the way her hips were moving as well as the way Paige was trying to tug her body down closer to her thigh.
“You like that ma?”paige rasped into Azzi’s ear which caused the other girl to let out another shaky moan. Azzi nodded her head as her face tightened up a little. Her hips jerked onto Paige's thigh when she felt Paige pressing her thigh up to dig into her heat more. The shorts Paige had on started to ride up as slick covered her bare skin that came from Azzi’s underwear.
Paige’s eyes scanned the grassy area around them that was covered by big trees and all types of flowers you could think of. The area was quiet and there was no else there but them so whenever she finally felt like she didn’t have to be on guard she dug her head into Azzi’s neck leaving purple marks all over the brunette’s skin. “So wet f’me” Paige whispered, she could basically feel the way Azzi’s underwear had become more soaked by the second.
“Mommy—I feel weird” Azzi whined when she felt her stomach tighten and her hips started to jerk, quivering on Paige’s thigh. The twisting sensation that was in her stomach was new, different even and a kind of sensation that she wasn’t used to feeling.
A huge grin formed on Paige’s face from the nickname, “keep going mama, don’t stop” Paige said, encouraging Azzi to keep grinding on her thigh that was completely soaked from Azzi’s slick.
Who knew Azzi Fudd had a mommy kink, I’m definitely taking that as an advantage Paige thinks silently. “You finna cum for mommy huh?” She teased the hand that was on Azzi’s hip and helped keep moving the other girl when she tried moving away from the sensation from sensitivity.
A few tears formed in Azzi's brown eyes that were hooded. After one more deep grind on Paige’s flexed thigh the band in her stomach released causing her vision to black out for a second. Azzi dropped tiredly into Paige’s arms as she caught her break.
Her face was pink and her body was broken out in a sweat. She felt like she had just run a mile marathon.
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| how to eat coochie 101 (Lesson two)
The chilling gust of air coming from the vent from above her bed caused goosebumps to appear on Azzi’s bare naked body. A spark of shivers ran down Azzi’s spine when Paige bit at her sweet spot that was behind her ear with her teeth. The brunette could feel a trail of her slick drip down from her entrance onto her inner thigh causing her to clench around nothing as she tilted her head to the side encouraging Paige to keep leaving marks that are going to be a bitch to cover up tomorrow. But that was a problem for tomorrow and not right now.
Azzi rolled her bottom lips in between her teeth as she held in her moan that was fighting to escape her mouth when Paige bit on her skin extra hard. Out of impatientness, Azzi rolled her hips up and onto Paige’s stomach that drove her crazy. She wanted to leave several marks on her girlfriend's stomach, chest, and even her inner thighs. The brunette’s mouth watered a bit when she imagined the fucked out look Paige would be looking at her with if she did get the chance to do it.
The nasty breathless words that came out of Paige's mouth brought her back to earth, “so impatient mama” she teased before she nipped at Azzi's ear. Suddenly, Azzi thanked God for the room being half dark because if Paige saw how red and flustered she was at the moment just from her words she would not be able to live it down. This time the brunette didn’t hold back from letting out a noise.
“You're taking forever” Azzi groaned as she shoved Paige's face closer into her neck that was beautifully painted with purple and reddish marks from all the way up to the base of her neck to her jawline. The brunette's response caused Paige to let out a surprising laugh, “you like it. Stop playin” she responded, referring to the dripping mess that was being formed in between Azzi’s legs. The blonde bit her lip as she took in the full sight of Azzi’s pussy with no shame.
“Prestiest pussy ive ever seen swear” Paige grumbled out which caused Azzi’s stomach to tighten from how deep Paige's voice was. The brunette felt like prey under Paige's eyes. The dark blue eyes admired the small patch of hair that was neatly trimmed above Azzi’s clit. Her throat clenched from wanting to taste the brunette on her tongue.
She needed to badly, she might die if she didn’t get a taste. Azzi shivered a little from being so exposed to Paige. Everything was still so new to her but honestly she liked how she could feel Paige's heated gaze on her body. It made her more confident even.
Despite the fact that Azzi was still new to this kinda thing a small confidence boost washed over her which caused her to move her fingers down to spread open her folds allowing her slick to come to the light, allowing it to be on full display for Paige. The small yellow light that came from Paige’s lamp that was turned on by her desk caused a shadow on Paige’s face allowing some of it to be seen. The light also made Azzi’s slick glisten causing Paige’s eyes to widen a little from Azzi’s confidence.
Paige wet her bottom lip with her tongue as she didn’t take her eyes off of Azzi’s pussy. She couldn’t, not when it looked so edible like that. “You ready for your next lesson?” Paige asked before she finally looked up at Azzi’s hungry hooded eyes that were watching her reaction and also admiring Paige’s nipples that were hard from how freezing her room was.
Azzi looked at Paige with pure lust in her eyes, “mhm what were you thinking about teaching me?” She asked, tilting her head to the side before she spread her legs out more to give Paige an even better view. Azzi’s plumped lip was still in between her teeth as she looked up at Paige with a fake innocent look that made Paige want to kiss the ground she walked on.
A huge smirk formed on Paige’s face, “I’m gonna teach you how to eat pussy” She said looking dead into Azzi’s eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of her head. The blonde moved her head closer to Azzi’s face, her lips brushed up against Azzi’s while she spoke. “Can I eat you out while I give you the lesson?”
Well, Azzi thought she couldn't become even more soaked than she already was but the blonde’s words that were coming out of her mouth proved her wrong. “Please mommy” Azzi begged while she dragged out her words as if she was trying to get her point across. It took everything in her to not clamp her legs shut trying to relieve some of the throbbing pain that was coming from her neglected clit. That damn name is gonna be the dead of me, Paige cursed to herself when she felt her own slick drip from her folds onto her legs.
Paige laid on her stomach with her hands gripping the outsides of Azzi’s thighs to keep them spread open. Her head was hovering over Azzi’s pussy as her jaw tightened trying to hold herself back from devouring the girl above her. The brunette ran her fingers through Paige’s blonde hair before she made a ponytail with her fist allowing Paige not having her hair get in the way of her lesson. A small grin stretched on Paige’s face from the jester, “you been watching lesbian porn or what?” She asked, referring to the way Azzi had gathered up all of her hair and fisted it.
A small shock expression hit Azzi’s face at Paige’s words before it settled to a match look that Paige had on hers. “Actually reading it but go on” her response causing Paige to laugh as her nose scrunched a little. “So wild mama”
“I could show you a thing or two I've learned. The books are very..educational if you wanna call it that.”
Paige tilted her head to the side as she gave Azzi a ‘should I be worried look’, “But it's not better than me right” She argued, before she took a deep breath in. The clean but musky smell filled Paige's nose causing it to spin a little bit.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know about that..You might have to prove that you are better than the books and toys” She responded whispering that last part out before she looked away from a second at the wall. Whenever she did find the courage to look back down at Paige she saw the way Paige’s mouth dropped a little from shock as she just stared blackly at Azzi.
“That's crazy after this you can throw away those toys, you got me now” Paige said before she finally brought her attention back down to Azzi’s heat. “Now let's get started shall we?” She added, smirking up at Azzi as she moved one of her hands to spread the brunette’s wet folds apart causing a string of slick to form that stretched out as Paige moved them but broke soon after.
“So. This right here is the clitoris or clit if you wanna call it that. This is where all the pressure comes from which I'm pretty sure you already know since you mentioned that you have toys.” Paige reasoned as she spoke. The tip of her thumb touched lightly at Azzi’s clit. A small satisfied smirk formed on her face when she watched the brunette let out a high moan as she tilted her head to rest more on the pillow below her.
Paige then moved her hand off the fat of Azzi’s clit, “nope–you gotta watch me. How are you supposed to learn if you're not lookin at me?” The brunette let out a small groan before she moved her head off the pillow so she could watch Paige that was in between her legs that were starting to hurt from being stilled in the bent position for too long.
The blonde moved two of her fingers to lift up the clitoral hood allowing more of the brunette clit to be on display. “Well start out with something simple and you're going to prove that you listened to me by doing what I teach you to me. Are we clear?” Azzi’s entrance clenched around nothing as more trails of slick poured out of her entrance. She couldn’t wait to finally get a taste of Paige on her taste buds.
Azzi nodded her head in agreement as she let out a small “mhm”. The feeling of her girlfriend's hot slippery tongue sent silvers down her spine as her jaw dropped in shock. This is definitely better than her toys. “Ohh–shit” azzi moaned when Paige flattened her tongue running over her clit again before she left a slobbery open mouth kiss on the bundle of nerves then pulled away with a satisfied grin. “Does it feel good?” Paige asked with a smug look.
The brunette narrowed her eyes at Paige, "you know it feels good stop asking dumb questions and get back to..you know” Azzi said while looking back down at her needy clit that was begging for more. She needed so much more.
Paige arched her brow looking up at Azzi with a questionable look, “no I don’t know can you please inform me?”
Oh, I’m going to strangle her, Azzi thought silently. “Paige. If you don't just eat me out and teach me how to eat pussy right so I can make you feel good after this you're sleeping on the couch” she threatened that had no actual bite to it. Paige laughed as she shook her head before she brought her lips back to Azzi’s clit wrapping her lips around the nub before she tugged on it lightly which caused Azzi to fist her hands into Paige's sheets.
Paige’s eyes were locked on Azzi’s face, watching the girl fight demons on trying not to close her eyes and get lost into the new overpowering sensation that was beginning to love. “Do that again, mommy please” the brunette whined softly when the blonde blew on her clit with hot air that caused her entrances to flutter open a little as if it was inviting Paige in. Silently, Paige obeyed and her eyes were locked on the way Azzi kept quivering around nothing.
Finally, Paige couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her lips over the brunette bundle of nerves. Her mouth worked as she collected a glob of spit in her mouth before she dripped it onto Azzi’s heat. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Azzi’s pussy become decorated in her spit that mixed with the brunette's arousal. The sight alone made Paige buck her bare hips into her sheets trying to find some friction to relieve her pulsing clit.
Paige licked up the trail of spit and slick that was dripping down one of Azzi’s bare folds. She gathered up the mixture with her tongue, forming the muscle into a bowl-like shape as she collected the juice before she swallowed it greedily. “Damn you taste so good ma” Paige groaned, using her other hand that was still on Azzi’s thigh to scoot the brunette closer to her face.
Butterflies formed in Azzi’s stomach as her hooded eyes watched the blonde drink her slick like it was the last thing she was going to drink on earth. “Now, you're going to use your tongue to flick and play with the clit to stimulate it” Paige said before she ran over her bottom lip cleaning up the access juice.
“Here let me show you” she added before she slowly flicked her tongue over Azzi’s nub before she rolled the bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue in tight motions. She could feel Azzi’s thighs start to shake with the way Paige was playing with her clit which caused the blonde to moan into her pussy as she closed her eyes.
The brunette bucked her hips closer to Paige’s tongue out of greed and needing to feel more. “Mommy–oh shit–” the brunette cried but then cut herself off at the end when she felt Paige wrap her lips around her nerves and then sucked so hard that she had to sit up a little on her elbows. She watched her stomach stutter when she tried catching her breath before she let out a surprised gasp when Paige suddenly stopped.
“What? No—why did you stop?” Azzi asked, her brows were scrunched in confusion as she felt the pressure of her release in her lower stomach dissolve. Without thinking, Azzi tried moving her pussy back to Paige lips which didn’t work. Instead it earned her a slight slap on her heat which caused her to moan.
Paige’s eyebrows raised in shock from the wet sound that came from her fingers when she slapped Azzi’s pussy. “Damn so wet f’me mama.” She rasped out with a satisfied smirk on her face. “This pussy is mine huh?” She asked before she ran her hand down the brunettes dripping folds and bad up to her clit smearing the juices onto Azzi’s nub for her to lip up in a bit.
Azzi nodded her head as she tried following the touch of Paige’s hand with her heat. She was desperate for any contact. “Oh no my love, use your words for mommy” this caused the brunette to whine from her girlfriends words. A few tears formed in her eyes from feeling like she was being edged.
“Fuck–its yours paige, swear” the brunette rasped out as she moved one of her hand to grip the pillow underneath her tight when she felt Paige devour her whole. She made sure to take notes on the way her girlfriend ate her so she could follow the same pattern for later. Even though It was going to be the first time ever eating pussy, she sure as hell was not going to be bad at it. She wanted to send Paige to space and back.
The image of Paige looking at Azzi when she was in between her legs ran through her mind. Azzi’s clit pulsed from the blonde's talented tongue and the filthy image that has been running through her mind all day. She craved to have her girlfriend's taste on her tongue. To have her crying under her. The tight sensation that was forming in her lower stomach interpreted her from being lost in her thoughts.
Paige’s eyes moved away from the fat of Azzi pussy, watching as the brunette’s hips ran after her mouth as her clit pulsed. A huge grin appeared on her face as she took a mental picture of the view in front of her. “You might wanna hold onto something” the blonde rasped out before she fixed her sweaty palm on the outside of Azzi’s tan thigh making sure that she was gripping it hard so it wouldn't slide out of her hand. Azzi obeyed and moved her hands to grip Paige’s bed sheets as she bit her lip watching as Paige shot her one last smile before she went back down on her.
“Just like that–” Azzi moaned when she felt Paige do little zigzags on her nub before she fully brought it back in between her lips to suck on it harshly. The blonde’s cheeks hollowed at how hard she was sucking. Her eyes were closed shut as she allowed herself to give in to fully satisfy Azzi.
The brunette let out a small gasp as her legs started to shake around the blonde’s head, “I’m gonna cum–fuckfuck” she whined and then let out another moan when Paige nodded her head against her clit agreeing with her words. Azzi’s eyebrows scrunched together as breathless whimpers fell out of her mouth. Her clit throbbed from overstimulation as sweat ran down her body. Azzi’s vision whitened a little when she finally allowed her release to snap causing her to let out another big gasp.
A tear ran down the brunette’s face as she tried to pull Paige away from her now over sensitive pussy. Paige let out a small laugh before she allowed herself to be pulled away, licking her lips as she did while she looked up at Azzi who was a messy and fuck out. “You taste really good” Paige teased and laughed when Azzi lazily slapped her shoulder. “How would you rate that 1-10?” Paige said with the biggest grin on her face.
Azzi rolled her eyes as she let out a small groan, “10” she answered simply before she instantly regretted her response when a smug look appeared on her girlfriends face. Paige wiggled her eyebrows at the brunette playfully as a big smile formed on her face. Just when Paige was about to open her mouth to respond Azzi caused her to shriek out of surprise when Azzi flipped them over.
Now Paige was the one laying on the bed with her head relaxed on the soft pillow that was under her. The brunette was in between Paige’s legs that were spread open from Azzi’s hands. All the cockiness that Paige had crumbled away when she watched as Azzi’s eyes admired her body like it was the most beautiful thing on earth.
“You're so beautiful my love” Azzi said as she moved her hands to run down Paige’s breast and to her stomach that tightened under the weight of Azzi’s hands. Paige shivered from the contact before she parted her legs out further out of hornyness. “So desperate for me” Azzi whispered before she leaned into Paige’s stomach to leave purple marks on the girl's abs.
The blonde’s breath hitched a little when she watched Azzi move further down leaving a mark just below her belly button and hip bone. “Now your just playin ma.” Paige groaned, her patience was thin. She felt like she might actually combust if Azzi doesn’t touch her where she wants her most.
Azzi laughed, “I just wanna mark you. Gotta make sure people know that you’re mine” she said with a big smile on her face as she leaned back to admire her work. Azzi bit her lip as an idea formed in her head causing her eyes to sparkle with mischief. “Can I take a picture of you on my phone? I swear it’s not gonna get posted anywhere, it's just gonna be for us. You just look so sexy right now. And I'm totally not going to use it to touch myself later or in the future..”
Paige laughed as she nodded her head, “but only if you let me take pictures of you later” she reasoned which azzi nodded eagerly while she leaned over Paige’s body to grab her phone that was laying on her nightstand. The brunette let out a sharp moan when she felt Paige pinch at her nipples that were in the girl's face causing her to shoot the other girl a look.
Azzi shook her head with a playful eye roll but she didn’t even bother to move Paige’s hands away. The brunette opened up her camera app taking a quick picture of Paige’s face that had a large grin on it as she squeezed Azzi’s tits again. “Literally such a child” Azzi whispered under breath which caused Paige to gasp.
“They were literally in my face. You know I can’t control myself” Paige argued with a small pout before she finally looked up at Azzi’s camera through her lashes which the brunette clicked on the silver circle instantly to take a picture. “Definitely gonna use that later..” Azzi mumbled under her breath which made Paige smirk.
“Make sure you record yourself playing with your pussy” the blonde stated, which caused Azzi’s face to burn in a dark red from her girlfriends words. Azzi moved back in between Paige’s legs with her legs under her. She took a quick photo of Paige’s toned stomach that was now covered in her bruise like marks. Azzi then lowered her phone down south looking up at Paige before she snapped the picture, “can I?”
Paige’s eyes widened a little bit as she bit the inside of her cheek. “Yeah” she rasped out, with a simple nod. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the brunette take a picture of her soaked cunt that was a bright pink. After Azzi made sure she took a good and clear photo she threw her phone off the bed too distracted to care where it landed on the floor.
Azzi’s eyes zeroed in at the sight of Paige’s cunt that was now in front of her as she scooted her body down the bed to lower her head in between the girl's thighs. Out of curiosity, she slowly licked a small circle tracing Paige’s clit. The blonde's mouth fell open as a small gasp left her lips. The brunette pulled back out of fear, “did I do something wrong?” She asked as she raised one eyebrow a bit.
Paige groaned from the loss of the sensation. One of her hands moved to the side of Azzi’s face as she tried to pull the brunette back in between her legs, closer to where she needed the girl most. “Az—no, you were doing so good babygirl. Keep going” she insisted which caused the brunette to get a little flustered from the new nickname.
The brunette nodded her head as she moved closer to Paige’s heat, sticking her tongue out to lick up one of Paige’s folds to clean up the messy arousal that was there. She made sure to drag out her motion just to make Paige even more man which worked out perfectly because Paige let out another groan from defeat.
The taste of Paige’s slick had a tangy taste to it that was addicting in a way. The taste alone made Azzi’s head spin as she felt herself get lost in the taste and smell of Paige’s aroma. Or in other words pussy drunk. Azzi moved her tongue up to flick Paige’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Without opening her eyes and looking up she reached for one of Paige’s hands that was resting by her side and held onto Paige’s hand with a strong grip.
Azzi moved her tongue side to side and even up and down. She copied almost everything that Paige taught her but also did things that she thought would feel good. The loud moans and praises that were leaving Paige’s mouth encouraged her to keep going. She tested out which movements got more of a response out of Paige. The brunette smirked against the hard nub that was in her mouth now before she let it go with a small pop.
The brunette squeezed Paige’s hand three times to get her attention which worked successfully when she saw Paige's low blue hooded eyes meet hers. Azzi held eye contact with Paige as she wrote : A-Z-Z-I with her tongue on the bundle of nerves that she could basically feel pulsing against her wet tongue. After three times the brunette had written her name back to back for Paige to catch on to what she was spelling out.
“Oh fuck–you sure you havent eaten pussy before?” Paige asked suddenly with her eyebrow raised as she looked down at Azzi with a questionable look. The blonde’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feeling of Azzi shaking her head against her nub which made her see stars. “Shit–you eat me so well babygirl” Paige groaned before she rested her head back onto the pillow as she spread her legs out even further.
Azzi hummed into Paige’s pussy at the praise. She clamped her legs together from under herself. She gripped Paige's hand harder as she continued on eating her girl out. “Holy fuck Az your so hot” Paige babbled as her back arched off the bed when the brunette didn’t let off her nub. Azzi’s other hand went to hold down Paige’s left thigh, making the girl stay in place as her legs shook under Azzi’s grip.
Paige’s stomach started to tighten as she felt herself get close to her climax. She squeezed the brunette’s hand twice signalling to her that she was on the verge of cumming. A long drawed out moan fell out of Paige’s mouth as Azzi consumed all of her climax she had to offer. When the brunette pulled back her lips were glistening with slick and also a little swollen, “rate that 1-10” she said simply before she moved up to hover over Paige’s lifeless body to leave messy kisses on her neck.
“10 out of 10. Damn I must be a really good teacher” Paige responded breathlessly which caused Azzi to groan into her neck.
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| Rock Paper Scissors (lesson three)
Azzi sat at a single table in the corner of the library by a window that reflected sunlight onto her body. Her leg bounced up and down under the table as she typed her response on a discussion post for her accounting class. Her eyes were focused on her computer in front of her as she listened to one of Paige’s song recommendations that she had told her to listen to.
She hummed softly along to "passionfruit” by Drake as she moved over to write some notes in her notebook that was open beside her turned to a blank sheet of paper. A small buzz that interrupted her song caught her attention as she put her pen down on the table to pick up her phone.
A small smile formed on Azzi’s face when she saw that it was a text message from Paige. She swiped to unlock her phone and when she did her breath was caught in her throat as she read Paige’s text messages. She quickly looked around her before she turned the brightness of her phone down as she went to respond.
Paige: so..are we ✂️tonight??
Paige: you said we could if I passed my test and I did
Paige: my professor just posted my grade so👀
Azzi raised her eyebrow as she looked at Paige’s text with a questionable look. She looked around her surroundings one more time for good measure before she typed on her phone with her fingers
Azzi: proof?
The blonde’s reply was instant. Damn she really had that screen shot ready, Azzi said to herself which caused a small laugh to escape her lips.
The picture Paige had sent her was a screenshot of her grade which was an 85. Azzi licked her lips as she exited out of the photo to type.
Azzi: bet
Azzi: you gonna teach me how to scissor?
Paige: oh 100%
Paige: I’m about to send you to heaven and back ma don’t play.
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The second Azzi opened the door to Paige’s room, her breath was instantly taken away from her by her girlfriend. The brunette couldn’t even close the door properly which Paige fixed by slamming it shut with one of her hands. The blonde backed Azzi’s back up against the door, holding onto Azzi’s waist from under her shirt with her free hand as she continued to kiss Azzi.
The brunette leaned her body against Paige’s front. Azzi’s hands wrapped around Paige’s neck pulling the girl in further before she opened her mouth allowing Paige to stick her tongue in. Azzi moaned into the blonde's mouth when she felt Paige tangle their tongue together causing little beads of slobber to run down the outside of her mouth in the corner of her lip.
Paige pulled away from Azzi’s now sore lips gasping for air as she rested her forehead against Azzi’s. The blonde's eyes cracked the way Azzi’s tongue ran over her bottom lip catching all of their combined spit that had collected there into her mouth. “You ready for your third lesson?” Paige said breathlessly, with a small knowing grin on her face.
The brunette's eyes light up in eagerness at Paige’s words, “mhm—please” she said impatiently before she moved away from Paige’s bubble so she could pull the girl by the front of her shirt to the bed. Paige laughed when Azzi pushed her body down on the bed. The blonde held her arms out when her back hit the bed reaching out for Azzi who was standing up by her knees.
“Come on ma” Paige whined, making grabby hands up at Azzi who laughed. The brunette bent down, moving her knees on both sides of the bed by Paige’s legs. Azzi moved her hands to careless the sides of Paige’s face before pulling the girl in to connect their lips.
After a few seconds, Azzi pulled away with a gasp as she caught her breath. Her hands moved from the sides of Paige’s face to the bottom of her shirt. The brunette moved the fabric up and off her head before she threw the fabric somewhere on the floor. A smug look formed on Azzi’s face when she caught Paige’s dilated eyes that were watching her with excitement. “Fuck az, your so beautiful” Paige groaned before she moved her arms to Azzi’s waist, massaging the girls tan skin with the tips of her fingers.
Azzi’s teeth scraped against her bottom lip as her cheeks burned with a cinnamon red color. Her flustered expression didn’t go unnoticed by Paige. “I love how I can make you flustered with just my words” Paige rasped out causing Azzi’s face to darken even more. The brunette’s heart squeezed as she moved her arms back to the hooks of her black bra to undo the hooks.
Paige’s eyes widened a little bit as she stared at Azzi’s breasts that were now on full display. The blonde licked her lips as she moved her hands up to grab at both of Azzi’s peaks. Azzi relaxed into Paige’s cold touch. Her breath stuttered a little when she felt Paige’s icy cold finger tug on both of her nipples, rolling them with the tips of her fingers that caused Azzi to moan out.
The brunette grinded her hips down onto Paige’s stomach that was still covered which caught her attention. “Take your clothes off,” she demanded, which made Paige’s boxers soaked from how rough Azzi’s voice was.
Paige nodded her head silently, not being able to find her voice at the moment. She gave Azzi’s boobs one last squeeze, not being able to help herself before she moved them down to take her shirt and Nike sports bra off. Paige sat up a bit with her hands behind her to support her. “We gotta switch positions ma” she said before she moved herself and Azzi to where her back was resting a little on the headboard and the brunette was still on her lap holding on for dear life.
The blonde moved her hands to her shorts pulling them off her legs and dropped them off the side of the bed which Azzi followed by taking her shorts off as well. Azzi sat her bare cunt on Paige’s abs as she looked up at Paige with pure confusion not knowing what to do next. “How do I um you know..” she trailed off which caused Paige to laugh. Out of embarrassment Azzi hit her shoulder lightly, “stopp” she whined as her cheeks turned a bright red along with the tips of her ears.
“Here let me help,” Paige said, before she moved her hands down to reposition Azzi’s tan legs. The blonde spread her legs out as she moved Azzi’s right leg under hers before she moved the girl's other leg on top of her left leg. The brunette’s mouth fell open when she leaned her body back a little causing her heat and Paige’s to meet.
It felt like an electric shock that went through Azzi’s body from the way both of their cunts connected. The feeling of Paige’s slick against herself had her clit pulsing with need and desire. The brunette moved one of her hands to the fat of Paige’s breast holding onto it as she grinded her hips forward causing her eyes to close for a second at the feeling. “Shit” she groaned.
Azzi let out a gasp when two strong hands grabbed onto her hips pulling her body further into Paige’s. “Just grind like that. You feel that?” The blonde rasped out, referring to the way their clits were touching from every grind. “This shit feels so damn good keep going,” Paige said encouraging her girlfriend as she bit her lip so hard that she could taste a hint of blood in her mouth.
“Mm—Paige!” Azzi moaned, feeling herself get lost in the pressure. She grinded her hips hard causing wet noises to come from their combined pussies. A small grin appeared on Azzi’s face when she pinched one of Paige’s hardened nipples with two of her fingers.
The blonde rested her head on the back of the headboard that was behind her. Her lips parted open letting out a groan from the sensation as she bucked her hips into Azzi’s causing the other girl to whine out of surprise. “Mommy—fuckfuck” the brunette moaned when she felt a familiar sensation in her lower stomach that told her that she was close to the edge.
Paige nodded her head as her hands tightened on Azzi’s hips, focusing the girls hips that were heaving from the pressure further down to continue their grinding. “You gonna cum az?” Paige teased looking at the girl with a fucked our expression on her face.
Azzi’s brown eyes glistened with tears as her face scrunched up. Just when she was about to close her eyes, they shot open when an unfamiliar sensation flowed into her stomach causing her to panic a little. “Wait—it feels like I have to pee” she said shakingly, before she tried to stop her hips fully which didn’t work out from Paige moving them for her.
Paige shook her head. She swore her ears were ringing at this point. “You don’t trust me. Let it go ma” Azzi nodded silently at her words as she followed them. The arch in her back deepened as her release soaked her and Paige’s cunts. Azzi gasped as her body dropped, relaxing her body fully onto Paige’s sweaty one.
The blonde dug her teeth into Azzi’s shoulder as she came. The brunette whinced a little at how hard her girlfriend had but her but she didn’t have enough energy to move away from her. “Can’t believe you squirted for me that was so hot” Paige rasped into Azzi’s ear which caused shivers to run down her spine.
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| ‘You said it’s big, but you take it. Ride cowgirl’/ pyramid’s by frank ocean (lesson four)
A faint smell of acrylic paint filled the open room that was filled with windows. The hot rays of sunlight reflected on Paige and Azzi’s body that were standing by one of the sleeves that held dozens of grayish white ceramics that were sculpted into many different shapes and sizes. “Azzi seriously?” Paige laughed when she saw the small unicorn ceramic her girl was holding in her hands candling it like someone was going to snatch it from her.
The curly headed girl raised her eyebrow at the blonde, “what?” She asked, not understanding what her girlfriend was laughing at. Now she was holding the small sculpture like a newborn baby, rocking on her heels as she waited for Paige to pick out what she wanted to paint.
“Nothin. Anyways, should I paint this?” The blonde asked, picking up a glass dish in her hands as she showed Azzi.
Azzi shot Paige a questionable look, “why would you want to paint that?” She asked, as confusion filled her voice.
A small pout formed on Paige’s face at the girl's response as she let out a big sign. “I want to make something special for us. You know like put our names on it and the day. Something meaningful” she explained as a faint color of blush spread across her face at the way Azzi was looking at her.
The brunette stepped closer into Paige’s space, wrapping one of her arms around Paige’s middle as she rested her head onto her girl's chest. “awe babe” she teased which made Paige groan. “I’m just kidding, that's so sweet of you.” She reassured before she moved her head to place a kiss on the fat of Paige’s cheek.
The two girls walked over to the checkout desk to pay for their ceramics and once they were done they walked over to the wall of acrylic paints that were sampled out and hanging on the wall. On the white blank card they were supposed to use to write down the numbers of the paint colors, Azzi picked out a light purple, pink, blue, green and yellow. She stuck to more pastel colors wanting to keep her color palette more colorful.
Paige on the other hand, picked out different varieties of pinks and purples. Finally, after five painful minutes of having to pick out the colors they wanted to use they went back to the counter handing their papers to the worker and waited side by side with no space in between them as they waited for their paint pallets. “You excited?” Azzi asked, turning her head a little to look up at Paige with a love sick expression on her face. The brunette was smiling so hard that the creases of her dimples popped out causing them to be on full display for the other girl.
The blonde's eyes sparked with pure happiness and admiration as she looked back at Azzi. The look she was giving the brunette was actually sick from how head over heels she was for her which she didn’t really care about how love sick she looked. Paige playful rocked her hips to the side nudging azzi’s which caused the other girl to giggle softly as she did it back copying the girls motion.
Their moment was sadly ruined by the worker who handed them their paint trays which they both said a soft “thank you” in response before they walked away and headed to an open table that wasn’t occupied. The blonde walked in front of Azzi, pulling a chair out for her like a gentlewoman she was, which Azzi appreciated. “Thank you babe” she responded, which the blonde nodded too before she sat down beside Azzi, tangling their legs together under the table because she just had to touch the brunette all the time.
Ten minutes of silence lingered between them. It was a peaceful and relaxed silence but even though the girls weren’t talking physically their bodies were talking for them. Azzi rubbed the back of Paige’s leg with her shoe. The blonde’s restless leg that was moving up and down under the table before Azzi had touched her finally stopped as she relaxed under the girl's touch.
Azzi scooted her chair even closer to Paige’s, sitting basically on top of the girl even though she was sitting in her chair. The blonde smiled out of her girlfriends clingyness, “look ma, it looks good right” she said nodding her head in agreement as she spoke. Paige had written her and Azzi’s name in the middle of the bowl decorating It with hearts around the lettering with different shades of pink and purple that she had picked out.
The brunette moved her eyes off of her painting to look at Paige’s which made her let out an “ooh” sound in admiration. “That looks so good my love” she praised before she pecked Paige’s lips softly causing the girl to freeze up before she melted into the kiss.
The peck that was supposed to be small and quick turned into a deep and passionate kiss. They had to part ways when Azzi accidentally moaned into Paige’s mouth not being able to help herself but she had forgotten where she was for a second when Paige had licked her bottom lip with her tongue.
Azzi’s eyes widened a bit as she looked around making sure that no one had seen their heated makeout. She brought her attention back to her needy girlfriend when she felt a strong ice cold hand on her inner thigh which was too close to her pulsing cunt that was dying for attention. She side eyed the blonde, “not here” she mumbled through her teeth for only Paige to hear.
Paige grinned evilly at Azzi’s words before she looked around them just to make sure no one was watching which they weren’t. She slowly moved her hand to cup the brunette's heat through her thin shorts which caused Azzi to slam her palm over her mouth to muffle out her whimper that was threatening to leave her lips. “You make it hard for me to control myself” Paige whispered back which caused Azzi to tightly shut her legs together over the blonde's unmoved hand.
Azzi finally felt herself calm down when Paige finally moved her hand back to her inner thigh. Every now and then she would run her fingertips lightly over the middle seam on the brunettes shorts over the wet patch of slick that was forming through her shorts from her underwear. “I can feel how wet you are through your shorts ma. Want me to take care of it” Paige asked, whispering in Azzi’s ear. The sound of her voice sent shivers down Azzi’s spine.
The brunette’s throat bobbed as she swallowed a big lump in her throat trying to find the courage to speak up. “Yes please” she whispered silently, she didn’t care about how fast she gave in. At the moment she was only thinking about her throbbing cunt. Azzi looked over at Paige with pleading eyes, “been dying for you to fuck me all day. I’ve been so worked up. Swear I’m dripping for you”
Paige’s gaze darkened as she stared hard at Azzi, not breaking eye contact. She moved her hand back over Azzi’s pulsing pussy, tightening her grip on it before she spoke. “Yeah? Want me to take care of it?” She rasped out with a smug look on her face as she licked her bottom lip which Azzi tracked with her eyes missing the way the girl's tongue felt on her clit.
Azzi tried to move her body closer to Paige which didn’t really work considering how close they already were. She just nodded her head as she bit her lip. “Alright let’s go” Paige said, getting up from her seat which Azzi quickly followed after her.
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The car ride to Paige’s dorm was quite for the most part. “Oh—I love this song!” Azzi said happily when ‘pyramids’ by Frank Ocean came on. She moved forward to turn up the volume but then turned her head over her shoulder when she realized how close she and Paige were. The brunette smiled evilly as she read the look on Paige’s face.
Paige’s eyebrows were scrunched together as a fake concentrated look formed on her face while she kept her eyes on the road and not the seductive look Azzi was giving her. The blonde gripped the stirring wheel hard with her left hand. Her knuckles were white from the strong grip she had on the black leather as if it was supposed to hold her back from not jumping the brunette’s bones.
Azzi bit her lip as she moved over closer to her girlfriend away from the radio. First she rested her head on Paige’s shoulder as she let out a small groan, “how far away are we?” She asked impatiently. The blonde moved her right hand into Azzi’s lap gripping the brunette's inner thigh that was closest to her.
“I know you need so bad huh ma?” She teased with a huge smirk on her face. Paige pressed her foot further on the gas when she felt Azzi leave open mouth kisses on her neck and behind her ear. Her face turned a blood red color when the brunette moaned in her ear quietly before she had bit down on it hard causing Paige to hiss.
Paige let out a sign in relief when she saw the dorm room campus come to light. She squeezed the meat of Azzi’s thigh signaling her to look up from her neck which she did with a groan. When the two girls got out of the car they had basically ran to Paige’s empty dorm room. Paige’s head was spinning from all of the filthy things her girlfriend was whispering in her ear. one sentence fully made her stop in the hallway right by the door to her dorm. “I want you to teach me how to ride your strap” Azzi whispered seductively before she pulled away like nothing happened.
The brunette giggled at the blonde's shocked expression, she honestly thought she broke her girlfriend for a second. Her brown eyes watched as Paige struggled to open the door with her sweaty palm. “Bet come on mama. Let’s go” Paige rasped out, before she grabbed onto Azzi’s arm when she finally got the heavy white door open with her other hand.
A satisfied smile was on Azzi’s face as she allowed her body to be pulled by the other girl. She slightly jumped from the loud slam that came from Paige’s door when the blonde had slammed it and locked it when they made it into the room. “Strip” Paige insisted, her eyes were locked on Azzi who was standing across from her with a big smile on her face that was filled with mischief.
“Why don’t you do it for me?” Azzi asked, raising her brows at Paige as if she was challenging the girl to punish her. The brunette stood with her arms by her side just looking at the other girl with a fake innocent expression. Silently Paige made her way over to Azzi looking at the girl with narrow eyes as she bit the inside of her cheek.
“Dont make me repeat myself or I’ll punish you” the blonde threatened which didn’t do anything except make Azzi’s underwear more soaked than it already was from the previous teasing.
The brunette looked up at the ceiling for a second as she tapped her finger on her chin. “Hmm I don’t—“ just when Azzi could give her girlfriend a hard time, Paige had picked her up and plopped her on the bed. Now Azzi was laying on her back at the foot of the bed with her legs wrapped around Paige’s stomach.
A smug look appeared on Paige’s face when she saw excited sparkling in her girl's brown eyes. “You really wanna get punished that badly?” Paige teased, before she moved her hands to take off Azzi’s shirt and bra throwing the pieces on the ground. Her blue eyes darkened as she admired the new view in front of her.
Paige reached out to grab at Azzi’s breasts which made her bite her lip when Azzi moaned out while she tilted her head back and arched against the sheets of the bed. The blonde moved her head down to suck on the brunette's hardened nipples with her mouth. Paige swirled her wet muscle around the large bead of Azzi’s right nipple. She groaned against the brunette's skin when she felt Azzi grind her hips up into her out of desperation and need.
The blonde let out a shaky exhale when she let go on Azzi's nipple. When she moved to the brunette left one she felt her girl's fingers run through her hair which made her open her eyes to look up at Azzi who was already looking at her with a grin. “You havin fun?” She teased before she tucked a few strands of blonde hair behind Paige’s ear which made the girl smile around the nub.
A small pout formed on Azzi's face when she felt Paige release her nipple before she got off of her. “Where are you going?” She whined as her eyes followed Paige who was now walking around her room trying to find the silicon strap that was in one of her storage boxes hiding. Out of impatience, Azzi pulled her shorts off her leg along with her ruined underwear. She spread her legs apart on the bed as she waited for Paige.
When Paige finally turned around with the strap in her hand she almost dropped it out of shock. The blonde had to blink a couple times before she made her way over to Azzi who was running the tips of her fingers through her slick folds and up to her clit. The brunette's bottom lip was in between her teeth as she looked up at Paige through her lashes. That look alone made Paige’s knees wobbly.
Paige moved her hand out, slapping away Azzi hand lightly “I’ll do that ma” she insisted before she moved to take off her clothes as well and put her legs through the strap holes, tightening the leather over her hips. “Move over my love” she added which Azzi followed scooting over so Paige could rest her back against the head board along with the back of her neck.
The blonde's hands reached out for Azzi's bare body, adjusting the girl to where she was straddling her hips hovering over the strap but not touching the silicon. Paige moved her hand from under them, grabbing onto the strap to run the silicone through Azzi’s cramp folds just to get it slippery.
“Come on just teach me already” the brunette whined giving the blonde a look which was quickly washed off her face from the harsh slap that she felt against the fat of her ass cheek. Azzi bit the inside of her cheek as she wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck.
Paige looked directly into Azzi’s eyes as she spoke, “we are gonna start off slow don’t rush it” she said, before she slowly pushed in the tip of the strap. She stopped halfway giving Azzi time to adjust to it. “Oh—hmm” Azzi whimpered from the stretch and then buried her head into Paige’s neck as her face scrunched up from the new sensation. The blondes fell open a little at the small sight she could see of Azzi’s walls being stretched out.
The blonde made sure to stay extra still not wanting to hurt Azzi. Her hands gripped at the skin of Azzi’s hips holding the girl in place who was trying to move more downward in her lap to push the rest of the strap in. “No mama we are taking it slow remember I don’t wanna hurt you” Paige rasped into Azzi’s ear which caused small goosebumps to form there.
“It’s fine. I can take it” Azzi said before she forced her hips down causing a wet noise to come from her folds and the fabric of the strap when they met together. A loud moan rang in Paige’s still room from the brunette's lips. Her back arched as her walls clamped around the silicone.
The heavy strong hands that were on Azzi’s waist helped her off the strap a bit before it thrusted the strap back in. “Keep doing that okay. Just ride me ma” the blonde groaned, tightening her hands onto Azzi’s skin as if it was supposed to ground her. The brunette nodded helplessly as she gripped Paige’s shoulder for support. She moved her hips up, pulling herself off the silicone but stopped right when the tip was just inside her.
“Oh—it’s so big mommy,” Azzi cried when she grinded herself back down onto the strap. Her hips stuttered a bit as she rocked her hips fucking herself onto the strap while she still gripped Paige’s shoulder that would definitely be bruised tomorrow from how hard her hands were gripping onto the toned skin.
Paige smirked at Azzi’s words, her low hooded eyes made eye contact with Azzi’s while she swallowed a large lump in her throat trying to find her voice. “Yeah? You like my cock? Does it feel good ma?” She asked, before she let out another small groan when she felt the harness rub up against her clit.
The brunette's eyes glistened from the pressure, “yes—love it so much mommy” she moaned before she bit on her lip hard as she fastened the pace of her hips. Her cheeks turned pink when the sounds of her wet pussy filled her ears that were coming from in between her thighs. The brunette's mouth fell as she tilted her head down to watch the wet purple strap thrust into her greedy entrance.
“She loves it huh?” Paige asked with a full smug look on her face. Azzi’s walls tightened around the strap causing the blonde to hiss through her teeth. Now this time it was Azzi’s turn to smirk before she moved one of her hands into her mouth, coating her fingers with spit before she brought them down to her clit to rub tight circles on it.
Azzi’s throat fell more open as her head tilted back a little, “oh shit—mommy I’m not gonna last much longer” she whimpered, her voice was shaky and raw. The brunette's legs started to shiver on top of Paige’s as sweat coated her body when she felt herself get closer to her release.
The blonde slammed Azzi’s hips down, making the strap go deeper inside of her than before causing Azzi to just rest her head onto Paige’s chest as she just took it. Now, loud moans were falling out of Azzi’s mouth consistently because she was not able to hold them in.
Paige’s hot breath hit Azzi’s ear, “cum with me mama” she whispered breathlessly. The brunette clamped her eyes shut as she felt her release shatter, causing liquid to squirt out of her which made the silicone toy fall out of her entrance. Azzi relaxed her shaking body into Paige’s as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest rose up and down as she felt Paige’s heart beat against her ear.
“Damn that was crazy. So am I a good teacher?” Paige asked, still a little out of breath from her release. A big sappy smile was on her face as she looked down at Azzi who looked annoyed.
The brunette rolled her eyes as she pushed herself to sit straight up on Paige’s lap with her arm crossed around her chest. “Whatever” she whispered under her breath causing Paige to pout. Azzi groaned when she saw the pitiful look on the blonde's face as she just looked at her like a sad puppy. “I guess,” she added, making sure to whisper it.
“That’s wassup now dab me up” Paige said playfully as she held her hand out which Azzi slapped away from her with an upset groan. “Get that shit out of my face” she threatened which caused Paige to laugh lousy before she just wrapped her arms around the girl to cradle her.
The song made me emotional. Paige walking up to azzi, looks like azzi's saying "paige bueckers"?, and then paige just pulls down her pants lmao like okay, ravens face throughout lol, and then ofc azzi and paige giggling and lastly, paige's tap on azzi's back. What is life.
synopsis: different scenarios where juju’s program is REAL strict but she’s also easy for her girl.
Y’all PLEASE go easy on me, i’m trying to ease my way back into writing. It’s been a long ass time since i’ve actually sat down to write something. I used to be d1 at writing and then high school english took that passion away .
NO AI. I LEARNED HOW TO WRITE FROM TEACHERS AND OTHER ADULTS.
SCENARIO ONE:
Juju sat perched on the barstool that sat next to her kitchen island, her eyes flicked back to the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was currently 12:56 am. You were out with some friends to celebrate one of their birthdays.
That wasn’t the problem. The problem was you told Juju you’d be back before 12.
Now Juju trusted you, she never had no reason not to, but she did want you safe and in the house before she went to sleep. She hated falling asleep without knowing you were there.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the faint jingle of keys cut through the quietness of the apartment. The door cracked open a few seconds later and Juju saw you standing there. She felt her body physically relax.
A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you spotted her sitting there, before you made your way over to her. You were a little woozy, the drinks finally catching up to you. Juju watched you approach, her facial expression caught somewhere between concern and quiet annoyance.
“Hi baby,” your voice comes out a little slurred as you wrap your arms around her neck. You feel her hands settle onto your hips as she pulls her slightly closer, steadying you, between her legs.
“Why you ain’t text me?” She asked, voice low but firm. “You said you’d be back at 12.” She looks down at you. You looked up at her, the tone of her voice hitting harder than you expected. Your smile slowly shrunk into a small frown.
“Are you mad at me?” The few drinks you had were starting to get to you as you feel a wave of sadness shoot through you.
Juju’s face softened as she sighed. Her thumbs brushing slow circles against your sides before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Nah,” her voice was gentle as she talked. “I’m not mad. Just let me know next time, okay? People out here be weird. I just wanna know you’re okay.”
You nod faintly before leaning back into the warmth of her body, your eyes growing heavy as the silence grows.
Juju slid off the stool carefully, keeping her arm around you as she turned you both towards the hallway.
“Cmon, you’re going to bed.”
“I’m not tired,” you mumbled, dragging your feet just a little as she guided you along.
Juju let out a small huff, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
“I am,” she replied. “So we going to bed.”
You sighed, already knowing there was no winning this one. Letting yourself lean into her hold once again, you followed her down the hall, her body warm and steady as she got you both settled in for the night.
SCENARIO TWO
The desert sun is beaming down on your back as you stand beside Juju, your hand laced with hers.
In your other hand, you held Jazzy's phone, continuously clicking the white button that was on the screen as she posed.
“Wait! Last one,” Jazzy said as she pulled Sienna in the picture, posing with her. You let out a small laugh at the girl before snapping the picture and handing her phone back.
"These are so cute," The girl exclaimed after receiving her phone back. "Thank you so much!" Jazzy placed a quick little peck on your cheek before hurrying off with Sienna.
You smiled and shook your head before turning back to your girlfriend, expecting to see her beautiful smile but instead you saw the somewhat irritated look that took over her face.
Your smile slightly dropped from your face as you turned your body towards her. "Ju, what's wrong?" Your voice somewhat raspy from all of the screaming song lyrics earlier.
"Nothing," Her eyes drifting past you as she looks at whatever's behind you. You huff as you look at her, knowing she's not telling the truth.
"Baby, it's not nothing. What's wrong?" Your arms come up to wrap around her neck, forcing her to look down at you.
"I don't like you letting people be on you like that." The sentence comes out so quickly, you're not even sure if you heard it correctly. When you finally register what she said, you have to fight back a laugh.
"Who? Jazzy?"
She cuts her eyes at you as she hears the slight giggle leave your mouth. “Am I laughing?” Her tone makes me look at her again before shaking my head to say no, biting back my smile.
“I know Jazzy doesn’t swing like that,” Juju looks away for a brief second before bringing her attention back to you. “But you’re still my girl.” Her arm came up to wrap around your waist.
“Don’t let nobody be on you like that. Touching and kissing up on you like that.” She said as she wraps her arm around me, kissing my forehead.
You looked up at her, smile forming on your glossed lips.
𑣲 summary it’s been all of three months for the couple. what happens when they see one another again?
𑣲 warnings smutyyyyy. porn with a lillll plot. rough fucking js a smidge. grown womenn mind u. tribbing. strapon. i probably forgot other stuff idrk.
𑣲 authors note honestly i was so bored & so excited about the draft, i created this. NOW PROOFREAD
𑣲 WORD COUNT 6.4K
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The night was busy. It’d been so much chatter that Azzi Fudd truly felt like her head could roll off her shoulders from exhaustion. As much as she loved being who she was and what she did for her basketball career; it got overwhelming sometimes, just from the several conversations at one time or even to many faces to remember, it was a lot for her. Azzi was fully aware that this time was upcoming, it was her final year at UConn, new eyes were spotting her and she personally was in a new light. Azzi was grateful though no doubt as she nonetheless smiled her bright smile, shook hands and even made conversation with people she ran into.
The hot pink couture fitted dress smoothed out on her light skin, it fitted tight around her waist with the straps on each side of her shoulders. Azzi had her curly hang-time bouncing with every step she took, her braids fresh thanks to Kayla and a bare face that enhanced her beauty. Azzi Fudd looked gorgeous, the people she encountered tonight didn’t miss to let her know that.
The UConn Huskies were getting their rings from the national championship game which meant a certain husky who recently got drafted to Dallas would make an appearance. Azzi and Paige had a difficult breakup, it was something other people had already sensed before they did which made it harder to let go. The two wanted to keep their relationship stable to prove they could do it—to prove that they could still love one another, no matter the distance.
The couple lasted two months tops.
A career was in the making though and as much as Azzi wanted to let it sulk her days, she couldn’t. She made sure to hatchet those feelings before they could go anywhere else, she gave herself her own reality check before anyone else could. Azzi hit the gym and had her own brand deals that always kept her beautiful face on Paige’s timeline and no matter their past, she watched every single one, Paige didn’t mind to watch her. They ended it on a mutual note, to her understanding, they weren’t enemies but it wasn’t like they were the best of friends either. As much as Paige died to approach the girl across the room, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t.
Paige had her own sense of style. The girl went simple tonight with her hair laid in the slick back bun that she perfected every time and the three piece suit, including the white button up with a black vest accompanying it so. Paige cartilage piercing shined with every head movement, Azzi would be an utter fool to miss it. Paige blue hues continued to divert to her; catching her across the room smiling like typical, clasping hands with someone or the way her head tilts in deep fascination. Azzi was driving her up the wall but Paige knew to keep her cool, at least until they were alone and uncalled for.
In the moment, they had to be Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd the national championship winners.
“Why don’t you just talk to her?” Paige head flicked left with a slight frown to Aubrey who had a plate of some type of dip. “I don’t know what you talkin’ about.” Paige replied coolly with her hands sliding into her pockets.
“I bet she feels you staring, you never could play it off.”
“Bro, can you please?” Paige questioned as she brought a single hand to her face so she could at least hide her red tone.
“What y’all talkin’ bout?” Paige heard KK voice next to her making her drop her hand to reply but Aubrey cut her off. “Paige won’t stop staring at Azzi.”
“Oh my God.” She said now bringing both her hands to her face from the teasing she was about to endure tonight. Paige didn’t want to bring too much attention to the fact but anytime she was around her, she made it her mission to spot her out in every room. That alone wasn’t enough because they hadn’t been in the same room since the draft—Paige hated it but she hadn’t really seen her since she left for Dallas, when they came to visit her at her games, she never came. Paige didn’t hold it against her seeing as they had a past but this was the dream they spoke about since kids, she wished she would’ve saw at least one.
Paige could only find her face once more in the crowd even as she stood in the middle between her friend’s conversation, she easily zoned out on the pink figure moving across the room. Paige watched her disappear into the team only women’s bathroom in turn making her snatch her eyes away before the door could close fully.
Azzi Fudd stepped inside of the stall and shut the door behind her as soon as it clicked shut, she turned the latch to lock it. She only needed a few minutes, she bought herself five with the bathroom but would’ve probably made it ten from how bad her anxiety was bothering her. It made her case no better with knowing that blonde had her eyes on her, Azzi never caught her gazing but she couldn’t miss it. It was always like that even when she first met her on Team USA, she didn’t have to be looking at Paige to know she was looking at her. It calmed her but also wrecked her brain to the point where she couldn’t think nor conversate without that feeling in her spine.
Azzi heels clacked the flooring as she walked to the mirror to look over herself. The look contained not many accessories, the rings would do its dues for that so she wore none besides her ear piercings.
She stood up straight after fumbling with the straps of her dress just to turn her body to see if at a different angle in the mirror, she smiled at the sight of how plumped her ass looked in her dress. Azzi spun forward again and fluffed her hair to her liking then leaning forward to run a single finger across the bottom of her lip, careful to not smudge the combo she did on herself. The knock on the door was what made her straighten up quicker and she gave herself one last look over and went to the door just to unlock it and pull it open.
Paige knocked her breath away instantly.
“M’ sorry.” Azzi apologized first just so she could move past her and Paige had a fully clothed arm but Azzi felt the brush of her sleeve against her bare skin as she pushed passed her. The familiar Valentino smell didn’t miss her nose and she pushed her feet to move faster nonetheless, it was already giving her a tingling feeling, one that she didn’t have any time for.
Azzi knew the breakup was the best thing for them both, that was a no brainer but she had a right to feel hurt, a right to feel different. It was to hard to be in the same space as the blonde and she wasn’t going down that road of hurt; it wasn’t the time for it no way, all she could focus on was the future all the while staying planted and focused on what’s in front of her. It couldn’t be Paige Bueckers—ever again.
• • •
A night to remember. The Huskies got their rings and celebrated the only way they knew how; getting drunk like typical and deal with everything else later, Azzi preferred to be a one and done type of gal but it was ring night. It was no way she was missing this opportunity with her family, these girls were her life, she practically grew up with them as they did with her. The night was dim and remembering for some but Azzi was the one and done type for a reason, she was the light weight of the whole team and had the reputation of that. Azzi stole a pair of glasses from Aubrey that shaded her eyes, still in the pink dress that was named a sin now.
Azzi had her head tilted against Ice’s shoulder with her free arm wrapped around Caroline’s neck as the music shook the floor. It was drumming with bodies as they bypassed them in traffic or even congratulated them on their night yet all Azzi could do was muster up a nod and smiled at certain compliments. Ice and Caroline both stood talking with people and made conversation but still made sure Azzi was right side up, keeping close.
Each woman ring shined through the night—cameras flashing, videos for memories, it was their time. Paige lifted the glass to her nose to smell it first before throwing it back making Aubrey follow solute, both coughing as the alcohol ran through their systems. Aubrey straightened up first as she looked over her shoulder at the other half of the group at the opposite end of the bar. “How you spending your night?” Aubrey questioned and Paige thought about it for a second, when in her head, her entire night was revolved around Azzi. “I dunno.” Paige voice had a slight slur to it as she lazily shrugged a shoulder.
Paige smile was smug as she shook her head, she’d herself been on her sixth drink and started to feel her vision daze. “In Azzi’s apartment?” Aubrey spoke honestly making them both bust out laughing while the bartender suddenly slid another two shot glasses in front of them. “Congratulations.” The friendly bartender said who seemed to be in her early 20’s herself, a pixie cut short on her rounded out face and tight uniform that went with the night.
Anybody who was anybody could see how she pushed herself against the bar to show the cleavage from her uniform, both girls being a bit tipsy and Paige smile unchanging was when Azzi could finally look at the blonde and not be to obvious. The look Paige gave her was enough to make her sober up and skin heat with—she didn’t even know if it was anger or was it the way her veins showcased when she barley moved, the rings dancing underneath the light, the girl looked good. Paige always looked good though, past good, she could have anything on and look as such. Azzi didn’t say anything though she only watched from afar, her eyes glued to the scene like a movie with her head still resting.
Paige was having a conversation with the bartender, one that she couldn’t hear. Azzi had perfect view of the way the corner of her lip curled into a shy smile as if the bitch was really making her blush.
The music through the speakers went soft but people still crowded their way to the dance floor as Another Night by Carla La San faded into the air, it was a bit soft for a club but this one was always Azzi’s favorite because of their music choice. It made it seem more sensual; more personal, the beat was familiar to Azzi and the sudden change had her head already lifting from Ice’s shoulder with her ring glistening as her hand moved to take the glasses off eyes.
Paige eyes only had to move an inch maybe two as both her and Azzi locked eyes for about five ongoing seconds.
It happened so quickly that Paige questioned herself if it was real or maybe she’d been so drunk and imagined it.
The beat vibrated the floor beneath them and the bartender continued to make slick talk with Paige who fumbled her words from the interaction she just had with her eyes. Azzi only leaned over a bit and spoke to both Caroline and Ice—Paige was to locked in to pay attention to whatever the woman was saying now, she watched her hug them both and waved to who she couldn’t reach.
They didn’t even talk but Azzi already had Paige spun, she looked at her, even if it was only for a few seconds the girl had still looked at her. Azzi rounded eyes locked onto hers again as she spun and walked in her direction, it was bypassing the bar and a small smile made her glossy lips curl just to break eye contact again so that she could push the door open.
It was a path she didn’t want to go down but she needed the blonde. She needed her so bad.
Paige laughed off instinct already knowing how the night was about to end, her head turned again realizing she was literally mid conversation. “It was nice talkin’ to you.” Paige quickly made out as she didn’t even bother to turn to Aubrey, only patted her arm to signal she was leaving and quickly moved her feet out the bar.
Paige eyes couldn’t help the way they went over the backside of Azzi in that dress. Paige could tell how tentative she’d been with her body, she was fit and every time she moved you could tell as such. Azzi curls bounced with no repercussions and Paige had to shake her head to get herself out her own trance whilst they made their way to her car that was parked in the lot. Azzi went to the passenger side while her eyes worked on anything other than the blonde who was unlocking the door just for them both to slip inside.
The leather seats were cold against Azzi’s arms but she settled into the seat quickly and buckled herself in. Paige had drinks that were fruity enough to cover the alcohol and the two Don Julio shots were already settled in her system, she was well enough to drive. “Had a good night?” Paige questioned seeing as this was the first conversation they ever had since everything happened, it was no way she was going to spend this whole ride in silence. Azzi though took a couple second to answer, she didn’t know if she wanted to speak or not, her mind clouded her as they pulled out of the club’s parking lot.
“I guess.” Azzi said with a shoulder shrug, her elbows digging into her hands as she held herself. “Did you?”
Paige leaned comfortably in her seat, the rings on her fingers glistening every inch she moved. Paige was still dressed in her formal suit and Azzi just couldn’t look at her for to long without feeling her pussy drip against her thong. The low lightning was already enough to give her a sneak peek of her sharp jaw line, Paige was locked in on the road and there weren’t many stop lights to give her leverage to gawk at the beauty in her passenger. “Yeah. I feel like after everything is said and done, this is the best part of a national championship. The rings will be forever.” She spoke honestly and Azzi nodded her head as she even picked up her hand to twirl the ring on her finger. “You’re right.” Azzi added softly enough for the car to eat the sound but Paige heard her, loud and clear.
“And Dallas?” Azzi had confidence now as she looked away from her ring to find Paige’s face.
“It’s good. It’s great—better than good, it’s just different but that was the whole point everything would be different. I love my teammates already and even though every game doesn’t go our way, it isn’t about the loses, it’s about the love of basketball.”
“That’s all everyone sees sometimes is the score. I never understand it. What if we were a team that was winning but we all hated one another, what’s the fun in that shit?” Paige rambled accidentally but Azzi listened to her as they finally approached a stoplight and Paige could turn her head to look at her as well. Azzi lashes had to have gotten longer, they batted each time she blinked and her head was touching the headrest as she took Paige’s words in. “I see what you’re saying.” Azzi had a voice that was a melody in her head and a certain tune that made her chest ache.
“You’re good on the court, everyone has their strengths on the Wings, sometimes they just don’t know how to use them. The loses are bad but the wins are just as good.”
“How would y’know?”
Azzi smiled, her teeth bright even in the low lighting. “You thought you was gone go to Dallas and I wasn’t gone watch people dunk on you?” Paige laugh was loud and contagious enough that Azzi had to join too but the light flashed green and Paige pulled off.
“So, you do watch my games?” Paige had to fact check, she really thought she wouldn’t have bothered to see one but hearing her talk about it like she did was enough to make her hot. “Never missed one.”
Paige had a grin on her face that was small but couldn’t go unnoticed from Azzi, it made a giggle fall from her lips as she shook her head at her. Azzi missed it, she missed her so much but acting on it would’ve made them go all the way back to square one. The thought of it made her laugh fade with a soft breath as she straightened back up in her seat and turned her head to gaze out of the window, the lights bright tonight as they bypassed the building that was by Azzi’s apartment. The ride was coming to an end and she felt so many feelings through her about that, Azzi wished she could name what she felt though. Paige pulled in the parking lot, streetlights shining over the cars already there as she came to a rolling stop at the entrance.
Azzi turned her head to look at her but Paige already had eyes burning into her cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome Azzi.”
The dimple dug deep into her cheek from how hard she’d been smiling. It made her move quicker as she opened the door and stepped out, her heels heard on the concrete as she walked to the entrance door. Azzi knew not to look back because if she did, she’d end right back in that passenger seat and she couldn’t.
She couldn’t, right? If she couldn’t why did it feel so normal and why the fuck did she feel so willing? Azzi walked through the lobby to find the elevator at the end of the room and as she got inside, she went to press the number three for her floor. The lobby entrance opened again though and the blonde hair went unmissed. Azzi almost tripped over her heels to lean forward and hold her hand against the closing door and Paige moved her feet to catch it.
What was Azzi doing? She couldn’t tell you.
What was Paige doing? She missed her. She wanted her, she wanted to consume Azzi for everything she missed. As soon as the fruity yet delicious smell left her car, she realized she couldn’t leave this complex without tasting her. Paige hit the door and Azzi welcomed her with open arms as she wrapped them around Paige who found her mouth with ease; the kiss started small and easy, testing the waters before Azzi dropped her jaw for her tongue and Paige sloppily kissed her as she moved her backwards for her back to hit the wall.
Paige used her palms as they started at her bare shoulders to give them a soft squeeze, the silver cold against her hot skin while they trailed down to her arms making Azzi exhale against her lips. Paige immediately used her tongue to push it inside of her mouth and Azzi used her own to twirl circles around it, at the action, Paige moved her hands to grip her hips whilst Azzi wrapped her mouth around the blondes tongue to suck on it. Paige was dripping at this point while she leaned her head back and Azzi mouth dropped her tongue with a small pop and Paige took her bottom lip into her mouth. “What’re we doing?” Azzi said questioned, sort of out of breath and confusion written on her pretty face.
Paige used her hand to grip Azzi’s jaw, nice and firm just like how she liked it. Paige could only give her lips one more singular peck and the doors pulled open. “Whatever you want.”
Azzi personally blinked herself to life as the two breathed against each others lips for another five seconds, it seemed as if five was the lucky number tonight. Azzi moved passed her as she walked down her familiar hall to her apartment—she could hear Paige behind her while her hand slipped in the bra of her dress to pull her key out, she went without a purse and the sight made Paige laugh. “You still do that shit?”
“What? It’s safe and you use to love it.” Azzi giggled and pushed open the door and let her hand fall from the knob as she walked inside. The rings were an automatic first, both women sitting them neatly against the small stand posted by her front door.
Paige then shut the door behind them both and before Azzi could move further; she was quick to grab onto her wrist as Azzi spun around, she pulled her in her direction to make them clash but also to catch her mouth for the second time tonight. Azzi tasted sweet while her hands moved to cup Paige’s face in her hands and Paige wrapped an arm around her backside to hold her against herself, moving routinely and smoothly enough as they kissed one another. It seemed like forever so as they moved to the bedroom, their lips never faltered, Paige chased her mouth every time she moved and Azzi would be a liar if she said she didn’t like it.
Paige gave Azzi a final push that had her falling backwards with a huff, it was soft and Paige couldn’t wait to sleep on it after she fucked the soul out of her. Azzi knew that’s exactly what was going to happen tonight too—she knew it when she seen her for the first time in months after the draft, she knew it when she seen her play flirting with the bartender and she knew it when she sat on those leather seats in her car. Azzi wanted her just as bad and the way her eyes took Paige in before her, she was drinking her up.
Azzi was fixed on her elbows, her curls rounding her face as her foot lifted that was still strapped in her Givenchy heels. Azzi applied the pressure to her navel just to drag the heel up against Paige’s vest, the heel catching at the hem of it to showcase the abs she’d missed all these months. “Damn.”
“Missed it?” The smirk on Paige’s face was sly as her hand cuffed the back of the heel to stretch her leg upwards but let it bend against her shoulder. Azzi smiled as she could only look up to really keep contact, Paige was pushing herself against her pussy, she could feel it in this angle easy. Azzi moved her hips against the pressure while her head nodded in answer whilst Paige used her hands to push her dress up her body, it ridded around her waist and the black thong she wore tonight was enough to make Paige moan.
Her hands went from her dress to already to peeling them off, she couldn’t wait. Azzi breath quickened as her heart raced in her chest at her fingertips going across her bare legs, she didn’t want to seem to bothered by it but her touch alone was making her pussy drip. Azzi could feel her clit pulsing as Paige ate her up wifh her eyes and finally she dipped her head back while two of her fingers played with her wet clit, each swipe clicked with the slick already in her pussy. “Shit” She breathed and Paige hummed in acknowledgment of it, applying more pressure and only dipping to one knee as she settled in front of her.
“So wet.” Paige admired with a soft whisper, blue hues lifting to find Azzi falling to her back as her legs braced wider off instinct.
Azzi heels dug into her comforter but it didn’t matter. “Feels good, Azzi?”
“Paige—,” Azzi started but Paige was quick as her firm swipes turned into slower circles then using both fingers to spread her lips, her pussy pink and pretty therefore Paige couldn’t wait anylonger to take her wet clit into her mouth. Paige held her pussy opened as her tongue wrote soft circles then zigzags against her core, head moving sensually to catch each rhythm, to miss no part in the way Azzi legs shook gently.
Paige had a mouth and knew how to use it. Azzi breathy moans turned into deep exhales while her hands gripped the cover, her upper body twitching as Paige laid her tongue flat each time her jaw loosened to suck her clit into her mouth, it was messy. “Oh my—what the fuck Paige?” Azzi eyebrows frowned as her head could only lift for a few seconds before falling back again with her eyes rolling to the back of her head—Paige tongue dipping repeatedly into her entrance, plunging as deep as she could and when Azzi knees attempted to cross, she braced both hands against her heels to hold her legs apart.
Azzi toes curled, she couldn’t run only dig her hips deeper into the blondes mouth, her hips lifting from the sheets as she chased her tongue.
Paige moaned into her slick, her eyes watching as her hips did all the work for her while Azzi was practically pulling her sheets off.
Paige graced her with a few more seconds of her tongue before pulling away and quickly swiped her tongue over her lips before slipping up and catching Azzi’s mouth. Azzi could taste herself, Paige hands now braced against either side of her head as the cold air now touched her wet pussy. “I wanna feel it Azzi.” Paige pulled at her jeans so that she could step out of them and even stood to her feet and tossed the vest off herself; Azzi lifted to make the straps go first then lifted the dress to take it off completely, Paige pulling the button up off her arm to throw it to the floor and dug her knee into the bed to get on top.
Before she did, Paige grabbed one ankle to undo the single strap around her ankle and let it fall to the floor but before she did the other, Paige straddled her so her knee could rest against Azzi’s hip.
Azzi touched against her thigh, rubbing her hand against her soft skin, squeezing the muscle barley formed there. Paige had Azzi’s leg in her other grip, holding her open on her own accord, their pussies haven’t touched one another and it wouldn’t happen unless Paige made contact. “Paige please?” Azzi whimpered, her abdomen already tightening as if she could cum off this sight alone. “Why you rushin’?” Paige spoke softly as she undid this heel’s strap next, moving more slower than she did with the other one, she let the heel hang against her foot as she pressed a kiss where the strap once was.
“I wanna feel it—I wanna feel you too Paige so bad, I’m begging you.” Azzi so soft spoken and Paige used the free hand she had to place it against her abs, moving it up slowly, making her stomach hallow and flinch from the feeling as Paige grabbed on her chest whilst moving her thumb against her nipple that’d already been rock hard. Paige multitasked as she pushed the heel off her foot and they both listened to it hit the ground but her tongue was already out, moving from the base of her heel to the top of her foot to kiss against her toes. “Oh my God.” Azzi moaned as she placed her hand against Paige’s that’d still been squeezing her chest, each squeeze making her wetter as time passed.
“I wanna admire you though.” Paige murmured, her kisses still soft on her flesh as she spoke against her toes. “I wanna ruin you.” Paige eased down making their pussies finally touch with a soft squelch, she didn’t lift, only move her hips against her as Azzi moaned loudly into the air.
“You can, whatever you want whatever you want” Azzi chanted; she didn’t even have to move, only feel as her clit caught onto hers repeatedly in the motion. Azzi was so loud, louder than she remembered in turn making her go faster as Paige eyes slowly blinked shut at the euphoric feeling. “Oh shit” Paige took her bottom lip into her mouth, adjusting her legs so she could finally lift and rub their pussies at the same time.
Azzi had to lift her head from the new motion so she could watch their slick mix together; her hips started to buck upwards, chasing Paige’s pussy, each time their clits met was when their moans increased. Azzi’s breathy exhales and Paige’s moans we’re soft and repetitive with the same noise that Azzi felt herself dripping from, she finally lifted her eyes again to find Paige already looking at her with a fasanation that had her close to cumming.
Azzi eyes were almost dazed shut with lust, she could barely keep them open as her breath skipped from Paige picking up the pace. “You feel so good. You always feel so good Azzi.” Paige voice filled her ears and her head fell backwards again, she could never keep it up for long and her hips stilled as she felt her oragasm brewing. “You gone cum on my pussy huh? I can feel how close you are.” Paige skimmed her hand up her chest to wrap her hand around Azzi’s throat, holding her against the mattress as Paige hips fucked her into it.
Azzi couldn’t even talk, the pleasure running through her body had her pussy dripping and her mind numbing as her jaw dropped but no sounds fell out, her face pouty as she used both hands to grab onto Paige’s face. “Cum for me Azzi, do it please soak me baby.”
Azzi gasped so harsh that it left her throat quaking. The more she came, the more wetter she got and Paige moved her hand from her throat to hold onto her hips steady and keep her own moving. “I’m so close baby I promise.” Paige breathed as she looked down to watch their pussies slap together, Azzi’s slick wetting their thighs and the cover beneath them but Paige’s attention was brought back up by Azzi. Azzi pulled her downwards so their lips could touch, they kissed sloppily as Paige held her mouth open to let Azzi tongue explore her own. Paige body was getting weak in the position as she felt the oragasm brewing deep in her stomach, her mouth open as she exhaled deeply into Azzi’s mouth everytime they touched and Azzi opened her own to bite her bottom lip and suck it into her mouth.
Off rip, she came. Paige came so hard, it knocked her breath out of her.
Azzi giggle was heard in her chest as she rubbed her hand down her damp back as Paige laid there atop of her then she fixed on undoing the bun that was in her hair, pulling at the hair tie to let it cascade down her shoulders and back. Azzi ran her fingers from her scalp to her ends, earning a soft groan from Paige as she finally lifted up. “Turn around.”
Azzi moved like lightning, she turned her body and braced her knees into the bed as she stretched her arms out before her and arched her back deep. Paige licked her lips at the sight, she couldn’t help the way her hand went back and slapped her ass, twice for good measure making Azzi hiss into the sheets but never flinched.
“Harder please.” Azzi had a knack for speaking softly as if someone could hear her, she was soft in every way.
Paige did it again, the stinging sensation had Azzi dripping whilst she made sure to never lose her arch. Paige backed up a few paces, her eyes going around the room. “Where’d you put them?”
Azzi smiled into the bed just to turn it so her mouth would be free. “Closet.” Paige smirked and spun as she opened the walk in closet she was familiar with. Her eyes found the box sitting on the floor, she pulled it back and moved quickly to pull out the skin type 8inch strap.
Every single toy they owned she let Azzi keep. Paige didn’t want them. It was a awkward but important question in the relationship but Paige never spoke on it, they always stayed at Azzi’s anyway so she wasn’t phased. Dallas wasn’t fulfilled with nothing but basketball for her, she knew who she wanted. Paige knew who she’d always want—Azzi who moved her head again to look at the body length mirror beside her bed, it wasn’t wide but lengthy enough to catch her body, her skin looked golden under the small lamp light she left on. Azzi heard the closet door clicked close and heard the cover ruffle as Paige got behind her.
You couldn’t see her in the mirror unless she was pressed against her but with her braced behind her, hands rubbing up her sides, all Azzi could see was her body and flushed face. Azzi breath caught as her eyes shut at the feeling of Paige’s hands, she pulled her backwards making her breath catch.
It straightened her knees, she felt Paige’s finger trace the arch she straightened as well. “Such a pretty slut Azzi.” Azzi inhaled at her words just to finally exhale as she felt Paige finger against her slit, collecting her slick that sounded with only one finger. “Shit” Paige breathed at the sound of it, one hand still settled on hip up as she held her steady.
Azzi was dying, she couldn’t help the way her toes curled in anticipation, she wanted it so bad. Azzi curled her head making her chin touch her shoulder, Paige was rubbing her slick against the tip and the view of her bare chest and harness snug on her hips had her heart drumming. Azzi only moved her hips back a bit teasingly, softly moaning into the sheets. “I missed you baby.” Paige face was so smug, she could still see how red she got. “Yeah?”
“You know I did. I watched every game, every new ad, I loved to look at you Paige.” Azzi voice so slurry and Paige was catching her entrance on the tip, pushing her hips forward a bit making Azzi words tremble to a soft moan. “Loved it? You loved looking at me?” Paige spoke lowly as she pushed her hips all the way to the base, she moaned at the squelch that followed and pushed her hips back and forth in a steady pace.
Azzi moaned at each thrust, squeezing the comforter. “So fuckin’ much, all the time Paige.” Azzi felt the strap nudging her Gspot only when she moved her hips back, a sound forming between their skin meeting and Paige bracing both hands against her hips now. “So good Azzi such a good girl for me, throw that shi back just for me.” Azzi squeezed her eyes shut with her legs trembling beneath her—Paige had her braced with both hands easy as she fucked into her, her own breathing stuttering each time they met and the pressure against her clit made her breath shaky after her words.
Paige nails dug into her hips, she was losing herself in it, fluttering her own eyes but still tranced in the way Azzi pussy coated the strap. Azzi was making a mess on both of their thighs, pulling her back sharply but Azzi still met her with the pace within her hips. They were fucking one another in this position as their skin heated in sweat, giving their all to one another as their moans flowed steady through the room.
“Ohhh shiit Azzi” Azzi sunk her teeth into her lip, her hands were braced beneath her now so she could throw her ass back comfortably. She could go like this for a hour and not get tired, she wanted to feel it, she knew how close Paige was. “Cum wimmie’, please baby, I’m so close.” Paige’s hips stilled suddenly as her head slowly fell backwards, a groan falling from her as her hand braced against her back to not stop her but to feel her. Paige felt the way her muscles clenched as she dug her hips too her, sliding her hand down to her ass to squeeze it as she came.
Azzi moaned at the feeling of her nails scratching down her back, the pressure of it was enough to make herself cum as her legs twitched from it. Her legs had to eventually slow as her pussy pulsed, her body shaking as Paige pulled out of her completely only for Azzi to fall flat on her stomach.
“Oh my God.” She huffed out in exhaustion while Paige discarded the strap and let it fall to her feet, falling against the bed next to her as she grabbed ahold of her. Paige had to shift both of their lifeless bodies upwards but Azzi was already half slumped against her, she still pulled her close so they could get comfortable under the thick comforter.
“Azzi—,” Paige went to talk but the exhaustion that rolled off Azzi didn’t matter, she quickly tugged Paige closer towards her in a lazy embrace with her head between the blondes neck, a kiss so soft laid there that Paige barley felt it. “Not tonight.” Azzi started as she then lazily embraced her again, breathing her in.
“We’ll talk about it in the morning just sleep with me now please.” Azzi spoke and Paige didn’t say much else, only laid there with a slow nod as she got comfortable in her embrace.
background: having to date the #1 overall prospect in the nba as a 19 year old comes up to be the best things, until the media has things to say.
(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved)
word count: 2.2k
notes: first coop fic?
warning: this is a alternative universe, keep this in mind! heavy angst. cooper is a sweetie pie throughout.
The first time the public really understood that Y/N Y/L/N and Cooper Flagg were serious was when the cameras caught them leaving Cameron Indoor together months before the draft.
They were both only eighteen.
Too young, the media said.
Too much pressure, the analysts claimed.
But none of those people saw the quiet parts of their relationship.
It had started so normally that it almost felt unbelievable now.
Back before the cameras.
Before the mock drafts.
Before the words “projected #1 overall pick.”
Back when Cooper was just the tall, slightly awkward freshman who sat crosslegged on the couch in Y/N’s dorm room while she tried to braid his hair just to see if it would work.
It didn’t.
He had laughed the whole time.
“You’re pulling my scalp out,” he complained, ducking his head while she tried to twist another section.
“You’re dramatic,” she shot back, squinting at the messy braid. “And you have too much hair.”
He leaned back against the couch cushions, long legs stretched out across the carpet.
“Still dating me though.”
She rolled her eyes but smiled.
“Unfortunately.”
Dating Cooper Flaggs meant dating a whirlwind.
They were talking about her.
Everywhere.
TikTok clips.
Twitter threads.
Reddit posts.
“Who is Cooper Flagg’s girlfriend?”
“Is she a distraction?”
“Does the future #1 pick need to focus more?”
Y/N tried not to read it.
Most of the time she succeeded.
But sometimes she didn’t.
And those nights usually ended with Cooper finding her staring at her phone with her jaw clenched.
“Hey,” he’d say softly, crouching in front of her.
His big hands would gently pull the phone from her grip.
“You promised.”
“I know,” she’d whisper.
He’d press his forehead to hers.
“None of those people know you.”
And the thing was…
He meant it.
By the time the NBA Draft rolled around, the pressure on Cooper was unimaginable.
Every analyst expected the same thing.
First pick.
Generational prospect.
Future superstar.
The draft was being held in New York that year, and the city buzzed like electricity.
Inside their hotel room that afternoon, Cooper was pacing while adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket for the hundredth time.
“Do you think it’s too tight?” he asked.
Y/N didn’t even look up from the mirror where she was finishing her makeup.
“You asked me that five times.”
“Yeah but this time I mean it.”
She finally turned around.
He looked perfect.
Tall.
Sharp navy suit.
Hair neatly styled.
But he still looked nervous.
“Cooper.”
“What.”
“You’re going first.”
“I know.”
“You’re going first,” she repeated slowly.
He exhaled.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re still worried about your sleeves?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Maybe.”
That made her laugh.
Then she stood up.
And Cooper turned around.
And immediately froze.
“Whoa.”
She was wearing a dress he hadn’t seen yet.
She’d kept it a surprise.
It was deep midnight blue, hugging her waist before flowing down, with a slit that ran high up her leg. The fabric shimmered under the hotel lights, and the neckline dipped just enough to make Cooper’s brain short-circuit.
He blinked twice.
Then dragged a hand over his mouth.
“Whewww.”
Y/N burst out laughing.
“What?”
“You cannot wear that.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re trying to get me drafted second,” he said, pointing dramatically. “I’m gonna walk in there and forget my name.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re ridiculous.”
He stepped closer, looking her up and down again.
“Seriously though.”
His voice dropped.
“You look insane.”
Her cheeks warmed slightly.
“Good insane?”
“Like…” he shook his head, searching for words. “Like I’m gonna have to fight half the league insane.”
She shoved his shoulder.
“Relax.”
But secretly, his reaction made her feel amazing.
The night started perfectly.
Flashbulbs.
Red carpet interviews.
Commentators shouting questions.
“Cooper, how does it feel being the projected number one pick?”
“Who are you wearing tonight?”
“And who’s the beautiful woman with you?”
He answered calmly.
But every time he finished an interview, he’d glance back at Y/N like he was making sure she was still there.
And every time she smiled.
Everything felt surreal.
Until the commentary started.
At first it was subtle.
A reporter whispering near the stage.
A commentator muttering on live TV.
Then it became louder.
Crueler.
“Interesting outfit choice.”
“Pretty bold look for draft night.”
“Some might say she’s trying to steal the spotlight.”
“Is that really appropriate for a teenager?”
Y/N heard every word.
Even when people thought she couldn’t.
One reporter leaned toward another.
“She’s definitely enjoying the attention.”
Y/N’s smile tightened.
Across the room, Cooper was doing an interview.
He didn’t hear it.
But she did.
And the longer the night went on…
The worse it got.
Finally it was time.
The commissioner stepped to the podium.
The arena quieted.
“With the first pick in the NBA Draft…”
Cameras immediately swung toward Cooper.
Y/N grabbed his hand under the table.
He squeezed back.
“…the **Dallas Mavericks select…”
A pause.
Then the words everyone expected.
“…Cooper Flagg.”
The room exploded.
Cheers.
Applause.
Cameras flashing.
Cooper stood immediately, stunned, smiling in disbelief.
Y/N stood with him.
She wrapped her arms around him first.
He hugged her tight.
“Holy-”
“You did it,” she whispered.
Then he turned to hug his parents.
His agent.
More cameras flooded around them.
Someone pulled him toward the stage.
And suddenly, Y/N was standing slightly behind him.
Still smiling.
Still waiting.
When Cooper turned after hugging his family, she instinctively lifted her arms again.
But a staff member was already guiding him toward the aisle.
“Right this way.”
The cameras followed him.
Not her.
And for a split second…
She was left there.
Arms half raised.
Hug hanging in the air.
It only lasted two seconds.
Maybe three.
But the internet caught it immediately.
By the time Cooper walked across the stage and shook hands with the commissioner, the clip was already spreading online.
“Girlfriend left hanging.”
“Awkward moment at draft.”
“Did Cooper Flagg ignore his girlfriend?”
Meanwhile, Y/N sat back down, pretending nothing happened.
Clapping.
Smiling.
But the media whispers had only gotten worse.
“She looks upset.”
“Well maybe she shouldn’t have worn that dress.”
“Trying to make it about herself.”
The comments sliced through the noise.
Later that night, when Cooper finally pushed through the crowd backstage, the first thing he did was look for her.
“Where is she?”
He spotted her near the wall.
Still smiling politely for photos.
But her shoulders were tight.
He walked straight up to her.
Without saying a word, he pulled her into a hug.
A real one.
Tight.
Lifting her slightly off the ground.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her hair.
“For what?”
“For everything.”
She pulled back.
“You just got drafted number one.”
“I know.”
“And you’re apologizing?”
He looked down at her.
“You got left hanging.”
She laughed softly.
“You noticed?”
“Of course I did.”
He brushed his thumb under her eye gently.
“You okay?”
Y/N glanced around at the cameras.
At the reporters.
At the flashing lights.
Then back at him.
“I will be.”
He nodded slowly.
Then wrapped his arm around her waist.
Pulling her close.
“Good.”
The months after the NBA Draft were supposed to feel like the beginning of something magical.
For Cooper Flagg, they were.
For Y/N Y/L/N, they were something else entirely.
Something heavier.
Something exhausting.
Summer slowly faded into early fall, and life had split in two directions.
Cooper was in Texas now, adjusting to life with the Dallas Mavericks. His days were packed with workouts, rookie media appearances, film sessions, and the endless blur of NBA expectations.
Meanwhile, Y/N was back on campus at Duke University.
Trying to be normal.
Trying to go to class.
Trying to exist.
But normal had disappeared the moment Cooper’s name was called first overall.
The first time she noticed it was outside her dorm building.
She stepped outside early one morning, backpack slung over one shoulder, coffee in hand, hair tied up lazily.
And there were two cameras.
Standing across the sidewalk.
They weren’t subtle either.
The moment she stepped outside..
Click.
Click.
Click.
She froze.
One of the men lifted his camera slightly.
“Morning, Y/N.”
Her stomach dropped.
“How did you-”
“Any comment about Cooper’s rookie season expectations?”
“Do you plan on moving to Dallas?”
“Were you upset about the draft night moment?”
Her chest tightened.
She hadn’t even made it to class yet.
“I… I’m late,” she muttered quietly before walking past them.
But the cameras followed.
Every step.
Click.
Click.
Click.
It didn’t stop there.
Over the next few weeks, it became routine.
Outside lecture halls.
Walking through the quad.
Leaving the dining hall with her friends.
Someone always had a phone out.
Someone always whispered.
Sometimes it was reporters.
Sometimes it was just students recording her for TikTok.
“Wait that’s Cooper Flagg’s girlfriend.”
“Ask her about the hug thing.”
“I heard he’s already cheating in Dallas.”
“Do you think she’s gonna move?”
The comments never stopped.
And slowly, quietly…
Y/N began shrinking.
She stopped sitting in the front of classes.
Stopped lingering outside after lectures.
Stopped going to campus events with her friends.
The world felt smaller now.
Like every step she took was being watched.
Judged.
Analyzed.
One afternoon, she sat alone on a bench near Duke’s gardens, staring down at her phone.
Her group chat was blowing up.
Links.
Videos.
Tweets.
A sports show clip played automatically.
A panel of commentators sat around a desk.
One of them leaned forward with a smirk.
“Listen, I’m not saying Cooper Flagg’s girlfriend is a distraction…”
Pause.
“But I’m saying she’s everywhere.”
Another analyst chuckled.
“That draft night dress definitely started the conversation.”
Y/N shut her phone off.
Her hands trembled slightly.
The words echoed in her head.
Distraction.
She pressed her palms against her eyes.
For the first time in weeks…
She felt very, very small.
Meanwhile, in Dallas, Cooper was finishing practice.
Sweat clung to his neck as he grabbed his phone from the locker room bench.
He had three missed FaceTime calls from Y/N.
His stomach tightened immediately.
He called back.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Then she answered.
“Hey,” she said softly.
Something about her voice made his chest tighten.
“Hey my love,” he replied gently.
There was a pause.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He leaned against the locker.
“You sure?”
“Just tired.”
Cooper knew that tone.
The one where she was trying to sound normal.
He ran a hand through his hair.
“What happened today?”
“Nothing.”
“Y/N.”
Another pause.
Then her voice cracked slightly.
“They were outside my dorm again.”
His jaw clenched instantly.
“The reporters?”
“Yeah.”
Silence filled the line.
Then she whispered something that broke his heart.
“I don’t feel loved anymore, Coop.”
The words hit him like a punch.
“What?”
“I just feel like…” she struggled to explain. “Everyone hates me. Like I’m the villain in your story.”
His chest tightened.
“You’re not.”
“But that’s how they treat me.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Pack a bag.”
“What?”
“Come to Dallas.”
She blinked on the other end of the call.
“Cooper-”
“I’m serious.”
“Your schedule-”
“I’ll make time.”
He exhaled slowly.
“I just need you here.”
Two days later, she landed in Texas.
The warm Dallas air wrapped around her as she stepped outside the airport.
Her nerves buzzed in her chest.
She hadn’t seen Cooper in almost a month.
A black SUV waited near the curb.
The driver smiled politely.
“Miss Y/L/N?”
“Yes?”
“Mr. Flagg asked me to bring you to him.”
Her heart skipped.
The car pulled up to a quiet house outside the city.
When she stepped out, the front door was already open.
And Cooper stood there.
Tall.
Barefoot.
Wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants.
The moment he saw her, his face softened.
“Hey my love.”
Before she could say anything, he walked down the steps and wrapped his arms around her.
Not rushed.
Not distracted.
Just warm.
Secure.
She buried her face in his chest.
God, she missed him.
“I missed you,” he murmured into her hair.
“I missed you too.”
Then he gently took her hand.
“Come here.”
He led her inside.
And the moment she stepped into the living room, she stopped.
The entire space was filled with white roses.
Hundreds of them.
Arranged across tables.
Along the windows.
Soft petals glowing in the evening light.
Her mouth fell open.
“Cooper…”
He scratched the back of his neck shyly.
“I didn’t know what else to do.”
Her eyes watered immediately.
“You filled your house with flowers?”
“Well,” he shrugged sheepishly, “you like white roses.”
She laughed through tears.
“I do.”
He stepped closer.
Gently cupping her face.
“Listen to me.”
She looked up at him.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said firmly.
His voice was steady.
Certain.
“I don’t care what the media says.”
He brushed a tear from her cheek.
“I don’t care what people online think.”
His forehead rested against hers.
“I love you.”
Her chest tightened.
“I just… needed to hear that.”
His arms wrapped around her again.
“You’ll hear it every day if you want.”
She smiled softly.
Standing there in the middle of a room full of white roses.
reader, who plays for uconn, and kate were previously in a relationship. they didn’t break up for any bad reason but they still aren’t friends friends. (they both miss each other.) so when reader finds out paige and kate are on the same unrivaled team, she calls paige and freaks out but it’s the funny type of freak out.
you can end it however you want!! it was just an idea and if you don’t like it just ignore this. have an amazing day bookie!!
sweet & sour
pairing: uconn!reader!exs x unrivaled!kate!exs
wc: 2.4k
summary: two exes, one courtside seat, and a game that ends with everything they never said standing far too close to say it now.
january always felt like it was holding its breath.
storrs was quieter than usual, the snow piled high along the sidewalks outside gampel, the air sharp enough to sting your lungs when you stepped outside. you liked it like that. clean, simple, cold enough to make everything else feel distant.
until your phone buzzed.
you were half-dressed for lift, hoodie hanging loose over your shoulders, when the group chat notification slid across your screen. unrivaled roster update. you wouldn’t have looked twice, not really, but paige had sent it with three laughing emojis and no explanation, which already felt suspicious. you tapped it open, and there she was.
kate.
it’s strange how a name can still rearrange you. not violently, not the way heartbreak movies promise, but subtly, like someone tilting the room a few degrees to the left. you stared at her picture longer than you meant to, thumb hovering near the brightness bar like dimming the screen might soften the impact it didn’t.
you told yourself you were fine. you and kate hadn’t shattered, hadn’t burned down to ash. there had been no betrayal, no slammed doors, just timing and distance and the quiet realization that loving each other wasn’t always enough to outpace schedules and expectations.
still, seeing her there, smiling like she hadn’t once held your face in both hands and whispered i don’t want to lose you, made something low in your chest tighten.
your phone buzzed again, the world impatient with your pause, and the gym outside your window carried on like nothing had shifted at all. but it had. gravity had changed, just slightly, and you felt it everywhere.
you didn’t mean to call paige.
your thumb just moved before your pride could catch up, before you could rehearse something casual and unaffected. the phone rang once, twice, and you considered hanging up, pretending it was an accident, but then she answered, voice thick with sleep and amusement.
“why are you awake and chaotic this early,” she murmured. “why didn’t you tell me,” you said, already pacing, already dramatic in a way that felt safer than honest.
there was a pause on the other end, sheets rustling, the soft thud of her shifting upright. “tell you…what.”
“don’t do that,” you warned. “don’t pretend you don’t know what i’m talking about.”
“i genuinely don’t,” she said, and you could hear the smile forming.
“kate is on your team.”
silence. then, “oh.” you stopped pacing. “oh?”
and then she laughed. not politely, not carefully. the kind of laugh that made you feel both ridiculous and exposed.
“this is not funny,” you insisted, even though you could feel your own mouth betraying you. “you cannot just casually end up on the same team as my ex and not give me a warning.”
“first of all,” paige said, composure returning in pieces, “you two did not explode. there were no cryptic tweets. no public meltdowns. it was very mature and very boring.”
“that doesn’t mean i want you running plays with her.”
“what exactly do you think is going to happen,” she asked. “i throw her a pass and she forgets you exist.”
you flopped back onto your bed, staring at the ceiling like it might offer a strategy. the truth was softer than the joke. you weren’t afraid of being replaced. you were afraid of being remembered and yet afraid that she’d hear your name in practice and go quiet. afraid that she wouldn’t.
“you’re spiraling for sport,” paige decided.
“i am not spiraling,” you said, then quieter, “i’m just…caught off guard.”
caught between sweet and sour. between the way she used to rest her chin on your shoulder after games, sweat cooling, heartbeat still racing, and the way the last hug had felt too careful, too aware of its own ending. you had told each other it was mutual. you had promised it wasn’t a failure but you had meant it.
but meaning something and not missing it are two different things.
“be honest,” paige said gently now. “if you saw her tomorrow, what would you do.”
you pictured it before you could stop yourself. a gym that didn’t belong to either of you. her walking in, hair tied back, that familiar half-smile forming when she spotted you. the small shoulder bump she always used instead of a hug at first, like testing the temperature.
“i’d act normal,” you said.
“liar.”
“okay,” you exhaled. “i would panic internally. i might say something weird. i might ask about her dog. i don’t even like her dog.”
paige laughed again, softer this time. “you still care.”
it wasn’t a question as you rolled onto your side, phone pressed warm against your ear. outside, a plow scraped against ice, the world moving forward whether you were ready or not.
“that’s not illegal,” you said.
“no,” she agreed. “it’s just human.”
you closed your eyes. sweet and sour yet missing someone who didn’t hurt you on purpose but wondering if the door was closed or just resting on the frame.
“if she asks about me,” you said carefully, like the words might bruise, “just tell her i’m good.”
“are you.”
you hesitated then, because paige always deserved honesty, “most days.” another pause, softer than the others. “i’ll tell her you’re good,” she said.
when the call ended, the room felt the same and not at all. you opened the roster again, let yourself look without flinching this time.
“hi,” you whispered to the screen, quiet enough that it barely counted. somewhere else, in another gym, another city, kate was probably staring at the same announcement, thumb hovering over your name, caught in that same in-between.
sweet and sour not over and not exactly beginning either.
philly felt louder than storrs. warmer too, even in the middle of winter, the city buzzing in a way that made your pulse match it before you even stepped inside the arena. you told yourself this was casual. just a trip. just supporting paige, just a few of the uconn girls making a weekend out of unrivaled.
nothing deeper than that.
ice was already halfway through a soft pretzel when you all found your seats, kk talking over her about something ridiculous, azzi walking beside you with that knowing little smile she only pulled out when she sensed a storyline unfolding. you ignored it you were calm, composed and something of mature.
until you weren’t.
because courtside is closer than television ever prepares you for. it’s different when you can hear sneakers squeak sharp against hardwood, when you can see the concentration settle across someone’s face before a play begins. different when kate checks into the game and you feel it before you let yourself look.
you tried not to react—you really did but your shoulders straightened on instinct. your hands folded in your lap like posture alone could steady you.
she looked good, confident yet settled into herself in a way that made something in your chest warm and ache at the same time. sweet and sour. you hated that the song was right. “breathe,” azzi murmured beside you without looking over.
“i am breathing.”
“you stopped.”
you hadn’t realized as the game blurred in pieces after that. paige hit a three and turned with that familiar smirk. kate drove baseline, smooth and patient, and the crowd swelled around you. every time they ended up near each other on the floor your brain short-circuited in ways you refused to unpack. it was fine. they were teammates, grown adults. this was normal.
kk leaned forward suddenly, elbows on her knees. “why do you look like you just saw a ghost.”
“i don’t.” ice snorted. “you absolutely do.”
“i’m just watching the game.”
“you are staring at one person,” kk corrected, delighted. you looked down at your shoes. suddenly very interesting, laces perfectly tied yet so symmetry intact. definitely more important than eye contact.
the final buzzer sounded before you could compose yourself properly. applause rose around you, players drifting toward the sideline, sweat and adrenaline still clinging to them. you stood because everyone else did, heart thudding harder now that distance was gone.
and then they were walking over paige first, because of course she was. grin wide, eyes already sparkling with trouble. kate just behind her, expression softer, more careful.
it was unfair how quickly your composure dissolved. “well,” paige said, stopping directly in front of you, hands on her hips like she’d orchestrated this personally. “look who decided to visit.”
“we support women’s sports,” kk chimed in helpfully, then nudged you. “some of us more intensely than others.” you kept your gaze down at your shoes, very solid—dependable. incapable of emotional damage.
“why are you flustered,” paige pressed, stepping slightly to the side so she and kate were suddenly shoulder to shoulder in your peripheral vision. “it’s just us.”
just us. you swallowed as the scent of the court still hung in the air, rubber and sweat and something familiar. you could feel kate’s presence without looking, the quiet weight of it.
“i’m not flustered,” you muttered. “you’re studying your sneakers like they’re about to take a midterm,” kk observed.
ice laughed under her breath but azzi said nothing, which was worse.
“hi,” kate said then. soft, steady, yet not teasing.
your head lifted before you could stop it. her eyes were exactly the same. “hi,” you echoed, and that was worse than any joke paige could have made.
paige looked between the two of you like she was courtside at a different game entirely. “wow,” she breathed. “the tension. unmatched.”
“paige,” you warned. “what,” she said innocently. “i’m just appreciating the storyline.”
you looked down again, because your shoes were easier than the way kate’s mouth curved slightly at the edges like she was holding back something she wasn’t sure she was allowed to say.
sweet and sour standing right there in front of you paige did not move.
she stayed exactly where she was, planted between you and oxygen, grin widening like she had just discovered a new hobby and that hobby was you unraveling in real time. kate shifted beside her, hands resting on her hips, trying and failing to look unaffected.
“so,” paige said slowly, rocking back on her heels. “this is fun.”
“for who,” you asked, still staring very intently at your sneakers. they had never betrayed you—never made your heart misfire, never stood shoulder to shoulder with your past.
kk leaned over the railing behind you. “blink twice if you need assistance.” you refused to blink at all. “hi,” kate said again, softer this time, like she was testing whether the word could land somewhere steady between you.
you looked up because not looking felt worse now. up close was dangerous. sweat still at her temples, hair pulled back, eyes warm in a way that didn’t feel accidental.
“good game,” you managed. calm, normal, yet composed. “thanks.” she hesitated, the corner of her mouth lifting. “you came all the way to philly just to critique my footwork?”
paige gasped dramatically. “oh she absolutely was critiquing.”
“i was not,” you shot back, defensive before you could stop yourself. kate’s smile deepened, faint and familiar. “you always did.” and there it was not sharp, not cruel, just memory.
kk made a noise like she had just been handed front row seats to something priceless. ice elbowed her quietly, azzi watched you with that same calm, observant expression she wore when reading a defense.
“i’m just saying,” paige continued, circling now, fully committed to chaos. “it’s interesting that someone who is totally fine and unaffected cannot make eye contact for longer than three seconds.”
“i can make eye contact,” you said, immediately looking at kate to prove it.
mistake.
because she didn’t look away for a second the arena faded. the noise softened, it was just the two of you standing there with too much history and not enough script.
“you look good,” she said quietly. your throat went dry. “so do you.” paige clutched her chest. “oh my god.”
“paige,” you and kate said at the exact same time.
that made it worse and kk lost it entirely, laughing into her sleeve. “this is cinema.”
you dropped your gaze again, suddenly fascinated by the precise symmetry of your laces. left over right, tight and still grounded—solid unlike your pulse.
kate shifted closer, just slightly. not enough to be obvious. enough for you to notice. “i didn’t know you were coming,” she said. “last minute,” you replied. “the girls wanted a trip.”
“mm.”
it hung there—unfinished.
paige glanced between you both like she was calculating shot clock. “okay,” she said finally, clapping once. “i’m going to be a good teammate and go shower before coach thinks i evaporated. try not to combust while i’m gone.”
“leave,” you muttered.
“with pleasure.”
kk followed, ice and azzi trailing after them, though not before kk shot you a thumbs-up like you were heading into overtime.
and then it was just you and kate as the arena quieter now. staff moving in the background as the bright lights less blinding.
she rubbed the back of her neck. “you okay?” you exhaled slowly. honest would be easier now. “yeah. just…surprised.”
“me too.”
another pause, softer this time but less performative.
“i heard you’re doing good at uconn,” she said. “i heard you are too.” a small smile—not teasing, not guarded, just real. “i missed you,” she admitted, so quietly you almost thought you imagined it.
your heart stumbled. sweet and sour, sharp and gentle all at once you looked at her fully this time. no shoes, no floor and no escape.
“i know,” you said. and then, because you were tired of pretending, “i missed you too.”
the words didn’t fix anything didn’t rewind time or untangle distance but they settled between you, steady not an ending and not quite a beginning either.
﹙everybody’s falling in love and i’m falling behind﹚ㅤ.ㅤ ౨౿
ϑ𐑞 tate!reader, fluffy!jana, ik feb 14 is a long way away but I just had to bcus the jana fics are in a drought right now, listen to falling behind by laufey. fluffy morning, jana’s off day. imma try and make a longer fic this week but that’s it for now !
you wake up and immediately freeze. there’s a giant fluffy teddy bear sitting next to the bed. “…jana?” you mumble.
she hums, half-asleep, then smiles when she sees your face. “happy valentine’s day.” you sit up, staring at it. “that bear is bigger than me.”
she laughs softly. “i woke up early to get it in here. almost died, but it was worth it.” you reach out, touching the fur. it’s ridiculously soft. “it’s perfect.”
jana pulls you back down against her chest, kissing your temple. “i saw it and thought of you.” your heart melts instantly. you smile, snuggling closer. “i love you.” she squeezes you gently. “love you more.”
summary: when the pool of available men who can make a girl cum and aren’t hard to look at runs low in storrs, connecticut, you find yourself running to your best friend, paige, for help. maybe it’s a coincidence that she makes you cum harder than you ever have in your life, or maybe it’s a sign that your need to rethink your dating life.
warnings: porn with minimal plot, mentions of males (puke), paige the man hating lesbian!, oral w fingers (r receiving), strap (r receiving), paige is whiny lowkey (but we love it!!!), service top!paige (but she’s clearly yearning to be sub sometimes), SO MUCH dirty talk + p being a lil cocky, maybe some complicated/unrequited feelings, sexuality struggles
word count: 11k
notes: happy holidays from me to u freak 🫵🏼 jk thanks for reading my nasty lesbian sex preesh y’all so much. merry christmas eve, this filthy ass shit came straight from the smut demon that haunts my dreams and makes me spit out PORN as my gift to u. plz cherish it forever and ever ok thank u. unedited as usual so don't @ me
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it was wednesday evening.
wednesday evenings always meant paige. it was the one night a week–other than saturday, of course–where neither of you had morning practice the next morning and you had no classes the next day. which meant you could hang out with her as late as you wanted, and still be able to get enough rest before thursday afternoon practice. she, unfortunately, still had class, but it was just one that didn’t start until ten, so it didn’t feel as debilitating if you stayed later.
it was routine–one that you had developed at the beginning of the semester.
paige was sitting on the floor, back resting against the front of her bed with her playstation controller in her hands. her knees were bent with her feet planted on the floor, making her spine round toward the bottom in a way the felt more relieving than it probably should’ve given that it was technically considered poor posture. her eyes were fixed on the screen, tuned into her game of fortnite, but she was also managing to give some of her brain power to you.
you were lying on your stomach on her bed facing her tv, chin rested in your palm as your thumb swiped back and forth on the screen. you had tinder pulled up to sort through the small pool of men that seemed to be available in storrs, connecticut. there were more left swipes than right, and you were admittedly growing more and more frustrated.
you found yourself doing this a lot lately: getting frustrated by your options. the ones you had already tested in your four years as a university of connecticut student all seemed to be the same–unable to please you. you couldn’t really figure out why, because you had so many friends that had men in their lives willing to give them an orgasm, but you just couldn’t get lucky enough to get the same treatment.
maybe it was because you weren’t committed to them, but you were much, much too busy to find time for a relationship to find that out. and besides, did you really want to start something with someone new now? as a senior in college? it seemed ridiculous when you had limited time left as a husky.
you audibly groaned, throwing your phone down on the bed, “god, why is it so hard to find one guy that isn’t hard to look at?”
“i dunno. aren’t they all kinda hard to look at?” paige mumbled, not even trying to hide her disinterest in talking about men.
you blew a sharp laugh out of your nose, “i mean, yeah, kinda.”
your eyes fixed on her ceiling, thoughts swirling quickly in all kinds of directions. honestly, it was getting difficult to think clearly with how backed up you were. you weren’t even sure when the last time you had an orgasm that wasn’t by your own fingers–or realistically, if you ever actually had one because of someone else.
paige, on the other hand, didn’t have these problems. she had no issues finding a girl–of course, she didn’t, she was paige bueckers. you knew how many girls thirsted over her, how many would do unspeakable things for the chance at getting in her pants. you’d seen the edits, the ones that were anything but cordial. you saw her dms, too. so you supposed that she wasn’t a great example of the dating pool for the normal people out there, because she could have whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and not have to ask twice.
though, you’d have to admit, you’d never really seen her take advantage of that. her mind always seemed to be set on basketball, and there was nothing pulling her focus from that no matter how hard it tugged.
if you were in her position, you knew you’d have a bad reputation. you’d be answering all of those dms, and too many girls would know what the inside of your apartment looked like. well, it would be guys in your dms, you suppose–but the technicalities didn’t matter. you just knew that you would never masturbate because if you were horny, you’d just open instagram. and if the one you fucked didn’t satisfy you, you’d just find a new one right there.
“how are you not a whore?” you suddenly blurted out without thinking. the provocative, invasive question didn’t really matter, though, not with paige. so you didn’t need to be embarrassed.
“uh, what?” she laughed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“i mean, you got all these bitches in your phone,” you said it like it was obvious (well, it was), staring at the back of her head like you were about to burn holes into it.
her freshly highlighted blonde hair was pulled into a low bun on the back of her head, tied together effortlessly messy like she had been messing with it in the mirror for hours to get it just right, but you knew her. she just threw it up without even looking or fixing it. that was one thing about paige–she didn’t even have to try to look good.
“so?”
“so,” you started, dragging out the ‘o’. “you have all these hot girls begging for your attention, but you never fuck any of them. like, what do you do when you’re horny?”
she sighed lightly, pressing the pause button on her game and setting her controller to the side so she could give you her full attention. she had to admit, the explicitness of your words was pulling her concentration into a mental image she shouldn’t be venturing into rather than the game. her body turned on the carpet, blue eyes meeting yours immediately.
“i’on do anything,” she answered honestly.
it wasn’t hard for you to guess that, though, because you honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had even mentioned anything about hooking up with a girl. it had to have been over a year ago, you think, but you could be misremembering.
“you never just need an orgasm?” you asked in pure disbelief. “or too like, fuck a hot girl?”
“no,” her reply came quickly, yet even she could tell it wasn’t entirely convincing. but you decided to not point that out for her sake–to see how long she would insist that she didn’t.
because how was she supposed to admit that she didn’t want to fuck all those girls. that even if she did, she would just be picturing you the entire time, imagining you were the one giving her the orgasm she craved.
she couldn’t, because you were her best friend. her straight best friend, who had never even hinted that you might be even a little attracted to girls in general, let alone her.
“when was the last time you had sex?” you asked with genuine curiosity. she just shrugged casually instead of offering a verbal response. “come on, you don’t remember? you don’t think about it?”
“i mean,” paige started, her eyes glancing up toward the ceiling for a moment like she was debating on the words she wanted to say, if she wanted to be truthful, “yeah, i do, but i don’t wanna fuckrandom people that i’on even know.”
you chewed your bottom lip, a lightbulb suddenly brightening in your mind and blinding your inhibitions. your eyes raked over her face, pausing on her pink lips that were caught between her front teeth from nervousness. you couldn’t imagine why this conversation would make her nervous, though.
“you know me.”
the words seemed to ram into her chest with a force that was able to knock the wind out of her. on her brain’s list of possible things for you to say next, that was probably at the very, very bottom–if even on the list at all. her lips parted slightly in surprise, eyes searching yours for any sign of humor. but she didn’t find any.
she tried to get a grasp on her composure so she didn’t look so taken back, like she still had the confident smoothness that everyone knew so well. but honestly, she couldn’t remember how to think clearly anymore, and she wanted to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t a dream that she would wake up disappointed from.
if this were any other time, your confidence would’ve faltered by now. you would’ve been sputtering awkward apologies and probably storming out of the room so she didn’t have to look at you try to gather yourself after a hard fumble. but fuck, you were so fucking horny that your mind couldn’t even stop to think about it.
“what?” was all paige could muster to say.
you pushed yourself up from your elbows, leaning back until you were sitting cross-legged in her bed rather than lying on it, “i think we could help each other.”
she cocked an eyebrow as she stared you. she could feel the heat creep from her neck up onto her cheeks, and she knew you could see it too. “for real?”
“you don’t wanna fuck strangers, but you know me. and i need an orgasm, or i’m gonna go crazy,” you shrugged, way too casual for the way paige’s heart was begging to break out of her ribcage. “i mean, if you don’t want to–”
“nah, nah,” she interrupted, maybe a little too hasty to be considered casual. “i want to.”
you paused for a moment, then smiled, “okay.”
paige swallowed thickly, her nerves making it difficult to do smoothly, and it did nothing to relieve her suddenly uncomfortably dry mouth. she pressed her palms into the edge of the soft mattress to push herself up until she could place a knee on the bed, then slowly crawled over to you. she sat with her legs underneath her in front of you, her balled fists pressing into the blanket beside your own knees.
you broke eye contact to shift your gaze to her lips–her full, bitten lips that were practically begging for you to kiss her right now. but you didn’t, not when you had already made the first move by even suggesting this. it was her turn to show that she wanted this just as badly as you now.
or maybe it was because you were nervous. this would be your first time kissing a girl–first time kissing paige. you had kissed many boys before, sure, but did you even know how to kiss a girl? it couldn’t be that different. it would be less prickly at least, but still.
“hey,” paige whispered to pull you back down to reality, seemingly recognizing that you were getting in your head about something. you felt her fingers slide across the skin of your neck so she could cup your cheek with her palm, her thumb stroking across your cheekbone comfortingly.
she didn’t give you another moment to let any more thoughts in before she was leaning forward to press her lips against yours. it was hesitant and extremely slow to allow you to adjust to the fact that you were kissing a girl, and to let her adjust to the fact that she was kissing the girl she had dreamed about kissing for years.
her lips were soft, but slightly chapped too from her habit of chewing on them when she was thinking, and the contrast was an intoxicating feeling. it was so much different than kissing a boy in a way that you couldn’t put your finger on.
paige pulled away for a moment, swiping the pad of her thumb over your top lip briefly before she was crashing her mouth into yours again. this time with passion that couldn’t be recognized as anything other than hungry. it was still a slow pace, slower than you were used to for sure, but her lips moved against yours like they had something to prove.
she traced her freehand up your leg, then settled on your stomach to gently push you on your back so you were laying against her pillows. all without disconnect your lips. you subconsciously uncrossed your legs as you leaned back, instead stretching them straight out in front of you. honestly, you didn’t even really know what to do with them.
but it didn’t seem to matter, because she settled her body between your legs like it was second nature. the hand that was resting on your face instead shifted until it was settled on the pillow beside your head, and her other hand was resting on your hip with her fingers splayed under your shirt against your warm skin.
she didn’t lower her body down to press against yours, either because she didn’t want to frighten you or because she had other plans. but a noise grumbled in the back of her throat, a mix of a groan and a whimper, telling you that she wanted this–maybe even more than you did.
you didn’t have time to dwell on it though, because she was tightening her fingers on the pillow next to you until her hand was curled into a fist, parting her lips and slowing the rhythm of the kiss like she wanted to say something, but didn’t want to stop kissing you.
“please, lemme eat it,” paige breathlessly whined into your mouth in between kisses. “i’ll make it so good for you. just–let me show you, please.”
your brain was already feeling jumbled just from her fingers dipping down to begin rubbing your clit in circles through your sweatpants, so it almost felt like her words short-circuited it. not only that, but you had never had a guy pay this much attention to how you feel by immediately touching you before (nor have you had a guy beg to eat your pussy)–and she’s barely even touched you.
they usually would grab your hand to put it on their own crotch to chase their own pleasure.
not fully trusting that words you were thinking would come out of your mouth the way you intended, you settled on simply nodding your head as permission. you could feel the corners of her lips curve into a small smile against yours, but the feeling was short-lived before she was moving down your body.
“imma get you right, promise."
her descent started with your neck, her mouth placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the warm skin near your pulse point. however, her hands paused their movements to lift your shirt up and expose your breasts as she did so. her mouth broke free for only a moment to pull it over your head and leave you in an old bralette you hadn’t gotten rid of from their 2016 popularity–you couldn’t help it, they were comfortable (and very flattering, but maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better).
she smiled for a moment, but clearly tried to cover up for your sake to keep the situation serious. her pussy clenched in anticipation too, growing wetter in her boxers by the second at the thought of getting to eat your pussy.
honestly, you didn’t know what to do with your hands. well, you kind of did, but this wasn’t the same as any other hookup. this was a girl. this was paige, not some guy. so you hesitantly placed them on her shoulders to silence the overthinking flooding your mind.
she didn’t seem to notice your internal battle, though, not when her lips were mouthing at the skin of your collarbones, like they were something sweet to savor. instead of touching your breast immediately now that it was exposed, she rested all of her weight on the hand that was flat on the bed beside you to hold her up. then, she cupped the back of your knee to pull it up just slightly, bending your leg in the air.
your eyebrows pinched together in confusion as you watched her body adjust to a new position, her legs straddling the one she had just bent as she dove back down to place kisses on one of your breasts while her hand slid up to knead the other.
but you weren’t so confused anymore when she pressed her clothed pussy against the muscle of your leg and rolled her hips. you felt the vibration of a soft moan against your skin, and you couldn’t help but let out one of your own at the action.
“this okay?” she practically panted, clearly holding back another thrust until you gave her the go-ahead.
“fuck, yes. keep going,” you managed to choke out.
paige happily did so by slowly rolling her hips against you again, this time while pulling your bralette up to fully reveal your bare breasts. her mouth practically watered when she got to see them fully–your hard, pink nipples tempting her. she didn’t do anything to fight the temptation, though, she just wrapped her lips around one of them to swirl her tongue.
you pulled the bralette fully off your body while she did that, then settled a hand on the back of her head and sighed in content at the feeling of her warm mouth. you had always loved it when anyone you had sex with did this, but there was something about the way she did it that was different. you couldn’t put your finger on what, though.
after a few seconds, she moved to do the same thing to your other nipple, and you could feel that you were already so fucking wet. your panties were clinging to your folds in an uncomfortable way from it collecting, and you tried to adjust your position slightly to relieve it. however, all it did was press your thigh harder against paige, making her groan against you.
she leant back slightly to take in the sight of you shirtless below her. you tried not to feel self-conscious–tried not to cover yourself with your arms as her eyes worked over you. there was a smile on her lips, a fond one, one that didn’t read of anything platonic. you were almost certain there was a little glint of love, but you told yourself you were probably seeing things.
“god, i just–” she started, then cut herself off by shaking her head playfully, “i don’t get it.” you felt the warmth of her palms cupping your breasts, kneading them with fascination. “they don’t even know what they got.”
you laughed nervously, letting your hands fall so they were laying above your head–a silent invitation for her to do whatever she wanted. she shifted her body so she was settled in between your legs, hands sliding from your breasts to your waist.
she bent her body back down too, to place more slow, open-mouthed kisses against the skin of your abdomen. she let her tongue draw a horizontal line just above the waistband of your pants like a silent request for permission to enter. her eyes flicked up to yours too, going wide in such a delicious way that you couldn’t even stop your hips from twitching up.
her fingers hooked around the fabric, slowly pulling them down like she was making a show out of it. her tongue followed the path too, making your abdomen flutter. you could feel your clit pulsing uncomfortably–begging for her to touch you already, but you tried not to make it obvious.
paige clenched around nothing when her eyes set on the lavender panties hugging your hips. they weren’t necessarily sexy, just a cotton thong that were clearly aged, but they were her favorite color. god, she could feel the drool collecting in her mouth and threatening to drip from her lips.
it was an accident on your part. clearly, you hadn’t expected to fuck your best friend today, so you didn’t have it in the back of your mind that she might see them. now, though, you wanted to give yourself a pat on the back for it.
“shit,” she breathed. her gaze flicked up to yours to make sure you knew that she meant her words. “if you were mine, i’d eat this pussy every chance i got.”
her mouth continued to follow as she pulled your pants all the way off, leaving kisses to replace the warmth that was being pulled away. as she was coming back up, she merely let her bottom lip drag on your skin slowly.
“yeah?” you squeaked out, trying to muster up some confidence. it didn’t work though, not when your best friend was acting feral between your legs like this and making you feel things you had never felt before. not even metaphorically either, you don’t think you have ever had sex with someone who was so focused on you.
“yeah,” she replied cockily, sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, “you’d have to beg me to stop.”
when you finally felt her warm breath fanning over your center, you let your eyes flutter closed. you honestly couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. that you were actually letting paige bueckers fuck you. it seemed crazy, like maybe you were dreaming. maybe you were. you would wake up in the morning and not be able to look her in the eyes anymore if that were the case.
and maybe it didn’t seem crazy to anyone else, because she had thousands of girls in her notifications who were begging to be in your position right now. but to you, she wasn’t paige bueckers, she was just paige. and just paige was your friend.
but shit didn’t look so friendly anymore.
“look at me,” she said gently. “want you to watch me make you come.”
following her orders, you opened your eyes slowly to meet her gaze. the same gaze that held a new kind of emotion looking at you right now. there had been so many times that she had looked at you and you couldn’t decide what she was feeling, but you knew now. it was lust, like she could devour you and then devour you again.
her pupils were blown wide, barely even showing any of that beautiful blue you knew so well, as she stared back. her fingertips were tracing over the band of your panties, seemingly waiting to see if there was any ounce of discomfort hidden in your features. to encourage her to continue, you reached down to place a hand on her head–which she seemed to take it that way.
paige’s lips mouthed over your clit through the fabric once, then licked an agonizingly slow stripe from your entrance back up to your clit. it was almost like she was making a point that you were hers now, proven by those goddamn panties.
“oh my god,” she whispered in fascination. “any of them ever get you wet like this?”
you exhaled, but shook your head instead of speaking. you didn’t entirely trust that your voice would be stable enough for her to understand any of the words that would hopelessly tumble from your mouth.
“didn’t think so. gonna think about me every time someone else tries to touch you.”
the thought of that being the truth made butterflies erupt in your chest, but you couldn’t figure out why. anxiety? excitement? either way, it hit you harder than you would’ve expected it to. you tried to tell yourself that she was just dirty talking–that it wouldn’t matter when her head was clear from the arousal and she wouldn’t feel the same.
but it didn’t feel like it. her tone didn’t imply it. the words fell from her mouth like she was finally allowed to speak a truth she had been forced to hold back against her will, and the thought was terrifying. there was no going back now. your relationship would never be the same.
and maybe you should’ve thought about that a little more before you kissed her, but goddamn, you needed to come so bad.
she shook her head in disbelief, “i’d give you whatever you want. don’t matter when. too fuckin’ beautiful not to get it.”
without much more hesitation, she roughly yanked your panties down your thighs like they had personally wronged her. well, they had. they were keeping her from eating your pussy. that was blasphemy, she swears.
she tossed them to the side haphazardly, not even breaking eye contact with you to see where the wet puddle of fabric landed. her hands settled on your hips too, with her thumbs lightly rubbing your lower stomach in an attempt to ground you–or maybe herself.
she broke eye contact to look down, eyes meeting your pussy. she let a gasp slip past her lips by accident, her mouth watering as she took in the sight that could’ve been hung in an art museum. or maybe not, because the thought of other people getting to witness you like this made fire build in her chest from the jealousy.
god, it was so fucking unfair that other people got to experience this before she did.
“so pretty, baby,” she finally spoke with a gentle tone, instantly allowing relief to wash over you and take away the anxiety that the initial silence had caused. her lips placed a light kiss on your pelvic bone, just above where you wanted her the most, to reassure you. “so fucking pretty. gonna ruin you.”
her gaze flicked back up to your eyes, making sure you were watching her while she did this. her eyes were wide, and eyebrows tilted up, but you couldn’t tell why–excitement, fascination, both. there were a few possibilities, but all you knew was that she looked so fucking needy, and you didn’t want to wait any longer for her to fuck you.
finally, finally, she leaned forward to flick her tongue over your throbbing clit, just once. it was an experimental touch, something that would give you enough time to back out if you decided you didn't want to anymore–she desperately hoped you wouldn’t, though. she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to act normal anymore after seeing you spread open in front of her, for her. after seeing the way you were dripping from her touch.
“paige,” you exhaled, curling your fingers in her blonde locks on the top of her head. it surely was messing with her bun, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care about anything except giving you an orgasm right now.
that was her cue to wrap her lips around your clit and suck gently, pressing her tongue against it while she did so. when she released with a faint pop, she dragged her tongue through your folds slowly, like she was drawing a map for herself to remember for later. and she was, because she knew that this would be the only thing she would think about every time she closed her eyes to sleep from now until the rest of her life.
she couldn’t help but faintly moan against you at the taste, making you feel the vibration. it felt like it moved through your entire body from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, but that may have been because of the overwhelming feeling of finally getting some head when you have sex. and you didn’t even have to beg this time. no, she begged you. that was crazy in itself.
your nervous system felt like it was on fire from the sensation, and you could hardly keep your legs from shaking already.
she probably noticed too, when she adjusted her position so that she was lying flat on her stomach. her arms moved so that your thighs were thrown over her shoulders, giving her more space to work. she didn’t comment if she noticed, but she was probably too occupied to even notice.
she used her tongue to lap up all the arousal that had been building up near your entrance, plunging inside for a moment before running it back up through your folds to your clit. she couldn’t help but hum at the delicious taste, already wanting more and she hadn’t even finished her first meal yet.
that was when you felt a finger tracing a circle around your entrance, like it was asking for permission to enter. in what world would anyone say no? you weren’t sure, but fuck, even just the idea had you salivating.
you bit your bottom lip to stifle any sounds threatening to come out, not wanting anyone to hear. not only that, but it was embarrassing.
when you finally felt the push of her middle finger slowly filling you, you couldn’t help but arch off the bed slightly, toes curling too. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you suddenly knew why sex wasn’t something you felt like you needed before this. after feeling the way paige could eat your pussy like she was an expert on your body, you weren’t sure you ever wanted her to stop–ever.
“talk t’ me, pretty girl,” she spoke into your folds, not even caring if her voice was muffled or if you were even paying attention. “lemme hear you. wanna hear how good i’m makin’ you feel.”
to try to please her, you let a quiet squeak sound from the back of your throat. you hadn’t ever made noise during sex before, so this was new, and no one had really talked to you either. no, they usually just grunted or panted or said something short, not full-on dirty talk. it was making the heat pool in your abdomen much faster than you expected. and your cheeks flush a deep pink.
well, everything she was doing was making the heat pool in your abdomen faster than you expected.
“it’s so much, paige. gonna come,” you choked out, trying your best to keep your hips still so you could chase it faster than if you started grinding your hips against her tongue.
honestly, it was a lot all at once. not to mention the shock of actually feeling good for longer than a few seconds, and the comfort of it being from someone you trust. really, you couldn’t ask for anything better, even if you came embarrassingly fast.
“yeah?” she couldn’t even suppress the smug smile tugging at her mouth. “do it. give it to me.”
she increased the speed of her tongue flicking over your clit to push you over even more, thrusting her finger at a similar pace and humming to simulate a vibrating sensation. her fingertip would rub over the soft spot inside you every time, making you wonder how it seemed like she knew your body better than you did.
when you came, you threw your head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your back arching toward the ceiling. your legs tensed too, toes curling hard from the intensity of the pleasure. it almost felt like you were peeing from how strong and hard it was, but you tried to shove that thought to the back of your mind.
“that’s it, baby,” she cooed against you, slowing her movements to allow you to come down. “just like that.”
and paige works you through it slowly. surely prolonging it because you’ve never had an orgasm last longer than a few seconds in your life, not even with yourself, but you couldn’t complain.
when she finally eased off you and sat back on her heels with her hands wrapped around your ankles to admire the mess she had made, you almost wanted to laugh at how silly she looked. her hair was sticking up just slightly on top of her head, making her bun look crazy, but the look in her eyes was distracting. there was a twinkle, one that read how happy and content she was to be between your legs like that. it was adorable, honestly, but it was also hot when you noticed her red, slick lips.
but when you shifted your legs, you couldn’t help but feel that she had left a puddle of your orgasm in between your legs instead of licking it up.
“leave it,” she said mischievously.
you pinched your brows together in confusion at that, face contorting into a fitting expression. “why–”
“still gotta fuck you, don’t i?” she cut you off with a playful chuckle.
you felt your breath catch in your throat at her words.
she leaned forward again. only this time, it was to press her lips against yours instead of to your pussy. it was just a small peck, and she pulled away to smile down at you.
“you thought you were just getting one?” she whispered, reaching behind her head to pull her t-shirt off her body by the neckline and throw it on the floor next to the bed. “pretty girl like you deserves to be taken care of.”
she didn’t give you time to reply before she was kissing you again.
her lips moved effortlessly with yours like she had kissed you a hundred times, leading you with a slow rhythm that had every joint in your body feeling like jello. you felt one of her hands wrap around your throat, but not squeezing, and you knew that there was new arousal mixing with the orgasm between your legs.
“you said you needed dick, and imma give it to you so good that you’ll never need nobody else,” she gave you one last bruising kiss before pulling away.
she stretched her body over you, toned abs suddenly very in your face. it wasn’t on purpose though, she was just reaching in her bedside drawer to find the toy that had started this entire thing. when she grabbed it, she sat back on her heels with it in her hands to reveal all six inches of its flesh-colored glory. her eyebrows raised in a silent plea for permission to use it.
“please, paige,” you said with wavering confidence–a weak attempt at displaying the same smoothness she was able to speak without even trying. you could feel your hands tremble from anxiety now that it was becoming real.
of course, she didn’t need much more convincing to continue. you had to bite back a gasp when she curled her thumbs in the waistband of her pants to pull them and her boxers off in one go, leaving her in just her nike sports bra. you don’t know why you were shocked by her taking her clothes off, honestly.
it was even more shocking when she dipped her hand in between her legs, but it wasn’t to touch herself. she swiped two fingers through her arousal, seemingly just trying to see how wet she was from this, by the way she began to buckle the harness without a second thought. she leant forward on one of her hands again to hover over you by placing it next to your head, and used the other to hold the dildo out of the way.
her eyes quickly glanced between yours, “we can stop, y’know?”
you couldn’t resist playfully rolling your eyes and set your legs on her hips, “i know.”
“okay,” she nodded, “i just wanna make sure you’re not doin’ nothin’ you don’t want to. like, i don’t want you to feel like you have to for me.”
you placed a hand on her cheek as a comforting gesture, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone once. then, you smiled softly at her–loving even–to make her feel better. she visibly relaxed, her shoulders falling from their tense position. you used both hands to smooth over the hair on her head, too, to make sure it wasn’t sticking up anymore.
“it was my idea,” you argued playfully.
“i know, but you ain’t ever been fucked like this so i gotta make sure you’re still w’ me–”
“paige,” you interrupted her with a groan in a mix of embarrassment and impatience. you covered your eyes with one hand too as you felt your cheeks heat up.
“alright, alright,” she chuckled, pulling your hand off your face. after gently lacing your fingers together, she pressed your hand against the bed next to your head. “i’ll chill. just wanna make sure you won’t regret it.”
“i won’t. i trust you,” the reassurance in your voice seemed to enough for her, because you felt the tip of the toy brush against your entrance.
even though you were trying to act calm for paige’s sake, it was undeniable that you were suddenly experiencing a wave of anxiety come over you despite just having an orgasm on her tongue. your breathing was shallow and quick, but you closed your mouth to try to hide it. and your heart was racing. not just slightly, but you felt dizzy and light, but you wouldn’t dare ruin the moment for either of you.
how embarrassing would that be to have a medical emergency right now? oh god, you couldn’t imagine how you would ever live that down. you’d never be able to show your face in front of her ever again.
“don’t worry, baby. don’t have to do nothin’ but lay there and look pretty.”
she shifted her weight from her empty hand against the pillow to the one holding yours, sliding her now free hand down your body. you expected her to use it to grab the toy, and she did, but only for a moment to line it up. instead, she pressed the heel of her palm against your lower stomach, gentle enough that it didn’t hurt but merely added pressure.
“this okay?” she asked, her eyes searching yours.
you simply nodded in reply and took your bottom lip in between her teeth as you watched her face at the feeling of the silicone nudging against you. after she nodded back in confirmation, her eyes didn’t stay on yours long. they shifted down to where her toy was pressing against your pussy like it was begging for permission to enter. because she was–silently.
her hips rocked forward just slightly, letting the tip dip in about half an inch. she tried lion up at you and keep her eyes there, she really did, but they couldn’t help but drift down to where you were swallowing her. when she didn’t hear any protests, she let herself sink in deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
it was a strange, but good, feeling. you were so wet, so fucking turned on, that it doesn’t even burn in the slightest to have her slide into you. usually, you would be wincing at the feeling, but this time, you just can’t help the moan that tries to slip past your closed lips. especially because her hand was pressing down on your abdomen, making sure you feel everything.
she pushed out a sound that’s a mix of a whimper, a moan, and a harsh exhale all in one when she was halfway, dropping down to press her forehead against yours. you tried to catch her eye contact, but you quickly saw that her eyes were screwed shut in both pleasure and frustrated as she tried to breathe normally.
her clit was pulsing uncomfortably, swollen with need at not just the sight of you finally under her like she had been dreaming of for so long, but from making you come, and she tried to ignore it. this was about you. and anyways, when she started moving, the harness would grind against her and give her the relief she desperately needed.
she pushed out another breath, one that was a borderline sob, “fuck.”
you dug your fingers of your freehand into her shoulders, leaving crescent indents that you hoped didn’t draw blood. maybe she would, though, if she even noticed the feeling (she didn’t).
“oh, paige,” you shut your eyes and moaned as she plunged all the way inside, pressing your skin against the harness to make sure she was as deep as possible. and you felt it, you really did. you were so fucking full that your brain felt like mush.
she let out another sound that sounded like a sob, which almost had you convinced she was crying. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought she could really feel it–that she wasn’t fucking you with a silicone toy instead of the real thing. not like it mattered, though. there was a difference, but not enough of one to matter. not when she was focusing on your pleasure at the expense of her own.
“don’t stop,” you cried, hopelessly clenching around the thick dildo threatening to brush against your cervix.
of course, paige, desperate to please you, found some strength within herself to pull her hips back until the only thing left inside you was the tip. she slowly rolled her hips back in, adopting a slow, but deep rhythm to make sure you felt all of her. the hand on your abdomen was certainly helping with that, too.
her head lolled to the side so her forehead was pressing against your temple, and you felt her beading sweat swipe against her skin at the motion. the gasps coming from her mouth were fanning over your cheek, making heat pool in your stomach.
“fuck, you like that?” she grunted, or maybe whined–you couldn’t tell. you barely nodded your head in reply before she was answering herself anyway, “i know you fuckin’ do. can hear how much this pussy loves me.”
and she wasn’t wrong. the wet noises as she slid back inside you were evident, and you weren’t sure you had ever had sex this loud, to be honest, in every possible way. as long as it was paige, though, you were sure that you could get used to this–but you couldn’t think of anything else in this moment. your mind was ringing paige, paige, paige like it was lyrics to a catchy song.
“faster, please,” you whimpered, your hand tightening on hers like you were trying to squeeze the life out of it.
“whatever you want, mama,” she breathed.
of course, she paused to stabilize herself, then picked up her speed just like you asked. she ignored the way her thighs were burning, pushing through the way they were trembling just to hear the quiet moans slipping past your lips without mercy.
the pace allowed the harness to rub against her clit deliciously, damn near making her hips stutter from pleasure, but she tried to keep her composure. that is, until you opened your mouth to speak again.
“shit, i’m yours,” you weren’t one to talk much during sex, so you weren’t really sure where it came from. but you thought briefly about testing the waters since she clearly liked it, then couldn’t stop the words from falling out of your mouth.
similarly, she couldn’t stop the way her rhythm noticeably stuttered, and the loud moan that tumbled past her lips without permission. “oh fuck,” she whimpered. “oh fuck, oh fuck.”
her mouth latched onto the skin of your neck, biting down just below your ear on the sensitive spot that had your hips bucking up into her rhythm. it was surely leaving a bruise that both of you would regret later, but you neither of you could bring yourselves to care. the hand she had on your stomach had drifted down so her thumb could slowly circle your clit bring you closer to the edge–mostly because she didn’t know how long she could last.
she was hopelessly clenching around nothing, her orgasm building in her stomach faster than she was intending to. she could only hope that she could hold it off, because she wasn’t ready to stop fucking you yet. not that she necessarily had to, but she couldn’t imagine that it wouldn’t be hard enough to wipe her out for a few minutes before she could regain her stamina.
“don’t say that shit to me unless you want me to come,” she managed to choke out, then lifted her head enough to press her lips against yours. though, it was uncoordinated, and sloppy, and mostly just panting in each other’s mouths.
she tightened her fingers on yours at the feeling of your saliva coating her lips, having the sudden urge to ask you to spit in her mouth from the feeling because she was undeniably yours–a complete and utter fool for you. but she wasn’t sure how you would feel about that, and she wasn’t ready to scare you off the first time you had sex.
maybe next time, she thought to herself. if there even is a next time.
paige tried to push down the nagging feeling that there very well may not be a next time because she may have just ruined one of her longest friendships just to have an orgasm, but she reminds herself that it was already ruined anyway. it was ruined junior year of college in that goddamn hotel room after her acl surgery. after she had woken up from her drug-induced slumber and saw you lying next to her with a soft smile that didn’t make her feel broken. instead, it comforted her–gave her a sense of normalcy even when the waves were feeling too rough to continue.
and she knows that coming back from this would be terrible, because she’s already accepted that you didn't want her because you weren’t attracted to girls. so what was she supposed to tell herself now? how could she live with the possibility that you just didn’t like her?
paige physically shook her head to rid the thoughts from her brain. they were much too intrusive in this moment. they were keeping her from enjoying you being naked underneath her, and she needed to be present for that.
though, you being you, she should’ve known better thank to think you’d let it go unnoticed. “what?”
“nothin’,” she shook her head again, this time almost imperceptibly, “just–look so beautiful taking all me like this. you fuckin’ belong on my dick.”
you allowed your fingers to curl into the hair at the nape of her neck, just below her bun, and pulled. it was hard enough that you pulled her neck back a little, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feeling.
the movement of her hips increased their speed as she subconsciously chased her own release, making your back arch up into her body from your own pleasure. your jaw fell slack against her mouth, so you couldn’t even pretend to want to kiss her back. not that she was even trying anything either, she was just letting her lips brush against yours every so often.
suddenly, paige’s hand ripped away from yours and the other stopped its movements on her clit. she leant back slightly, her pace slowing just a little as her position changed. you almost wanted to ask her what she was doing, until she grabbed each of legs to throw them over her shoulders one by one.
“oh, fuck, paige,” you moaned in anticipation for the feeling that was about to come. the sound was more high pitched than your previous moans, but you didn’t care to dwell on it. she did, though, because the sound of her name leaving your lips like that was music to her ears.
she placed her hands on the sheets next to your head, dropping her body weight onto them so she could resume the faster pace. it caused a slight stretch in your hamstrings, but gave her a new, deeper angle to drill into you at. the skin on your legs was damp against her shoulders, and she couldn’t lie that she felt a rush a wetness when she felt your calves tense around her neck from the pleasure. the new position also brought the tremble in your hips to light, making your entire leg shake for a moment, but you quickly covered it by tensing the muscle.
“right there,” you gasped. she was so fucking deep inside you, hitting an angle that made you damn near see stars, you swear. your hands instinctively shot out to grab her wrists next to your head, digging your nails into the skin like it was something keeping you on the ground in this moment.
“yeah? feel good, don’t it?” she asked, a cocky smirk threatening to rise to her lips. her eyes were fixed on your pussy, watching the way the silicone was swallowed whole between your legs–watching the way it was shining with your slick.
her own pussy was drenched between her legs and making a mess of her thighs, but she tried to ignore the way it was begging to be touched–begging for your fingers or your mouth, or maybe to grind against your pussy or even your leg. god, she fucking hoped this wouldn’t be the only time she got to have you spread open for her like this. there were so many things she could do to make you come, and she wanted to try every single one.
hell, she wanted to know what it was like to be fucked by you. for you to buckle the harness around your hips and drill into her until she was fucked so dumb she could hardly remember her name, let alone anything else but whatever you would whisper in her ear as she was being filled by you. maybe she was getting ahead of herself with those thoughts, but fuck, she’s had so many dreams about it. so, so many dreams about you on top of her and making her do whatever you wanted.
“yes, yes, yes,” you practically chanted in time with every thrust, though your words eventually just turned into little whimpers that had paige’s mouth watering. oh fuck, the way you were becoming more vocal with the new position had her weak. and she’s glad it gave her bout of confidence, because otherwise she would’ve came already.
well, she’s trying really hard not to, at least. her abdomen is clenched hard, showing off her abs with the accidental flex as she tries to keep it away.
“mhm,” she hummed absentmindedly, or maybe it was mix between a hum and a moan–she couldn’t really tell. her mind was focused on more important things. “i know, baby.”
you could feel the familiar heat pooling in your lower abdomen, the muscles twitching so much that you had no choice but to arch up into her. though, the movement was more of you arching into your own legs thrown over her body, but the idea was still there.
“i’m so close, paige, shit,” you choked out. you flexed your legs around her shoulders successfully locking your ankles behind her head to cage her neck in. your abdomen was flexing and unflexing too, torn between staying tense for the oncoming orgasm or grinding it out. it caused your hips to grind just slightly in an attempt to match her rhythm since you couldn’t plant your feet and lift them up to chase it, but you didn’t mind. this almost felt better than that–easier, like it was right there instead of so far away.
“keep sayin’ my name,” paige whined. she fixed her eyes on your face to watch your expressions, to watch the pleasure she was giving you manifest itself on your beautiful features. “tell me who this pussy belongs to. who got you feelin’ like this?”
“fuck. you, paige,” you moaned. “it’s yours. no one could ever fuck me as good as you.”
her jaw went slack in both surprise and pleasure from the words tumbling from your mouth, and maybe you were a little shocked too. but you couldn’t think, could barely register that you were even speaking in this moment. your words felt distant in your ears. not because you didn’t mean them, but because your brain was so melted from the intense pleasure that it didn’t feel real anymore.
you gasped when you felt her thumb circling your clit again in small circles at a faster pace than before.
“yeah, that’s right,” she mumbled in concentration, because her own abdomen was tensing with a sudden, intense orgasm.
maybe she should’ve been paying more attention to the signs so this didn’t happen, but all she could focus on was your face, and the way your pussy was dripping, so she threw herself on the back burner to prioritize what was more important. and she should’ve listened to what she had said to you earlier too–that possessive words would make her come.
a loud sob ripped from the back of her throat as she flooded her inner thighs with slick, causing her hips to thrust wildly into you to ride out the feeling. her eyes were screwed shut so tightly that the darkness was becoming light again, but she honestly didn’t even realize they had closed until they were opening just slightly when her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
the sight of her coming on top of you was enough to send you over the edge too. you felt yourself gush onto her toy, clenching around it so hard that she physically felt the resistance from how tight you became. it made her hips stutter just once, and she slowed her pace slightly to help work you through it without overstimulating you.
your legs tensed so hard that your ankles untangled and heels were digging into her shoulder blades. the pressure subconsciously pulled her closer to you, but she managed to lock her elbows so she could stay up. your toes were curled hard enough that you almost felt a cramp brewing in your left foot, abdomen tight enough to show your own abs, and hands locked tight enough around her wrist that there would surely be red rings around them when you released. your jaw was clenched too, rather than slack, teeth pressing together so hard that your molars were aching.
it was the most intense feeling your body had ever felt, and it damn near didn’t even know what to do with it.
“fuck,” she cried finally, though there were no tears slipping onto her cheeks. her thumb paused its movements to let you come down, eyes blinking open to watch your body relax under her. her hips snapped forward accidentally, hard enough to make your body move, but she didn’t apologize for it.
her thigh muscles and hip flexors were burning and shaking from the exertion, but she didn’t stop her slow thrusts to help you work through your orgasm. and again, just like before, she was definitely prolonging it with her movements, but you could hardly complain.
your body was twitching beneath her, abdomen clenching every few seconds and making her hips turn up. your head felt light and airy, and your lips seemed to find it hard to find words. though, you parted them in a weak attempt to catch your breath as you tried to draw them deep from your diaphragm.
“okay?” she weakly asked through her own hard breaths. her chest was visibly heaving harder than she had ever experienced in her life. not during a 40-minute straight game, not after running suicides, not even after sprinting a 400 on a track.
you simply nodded, not fully trusting your brain to make coherent sentences. your hands released their grip on her wrists to let your arms fall onto your head, forearms covering the light from your eyes. luckily, she accepted it as an answer as she nodded back, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. she swiped her tongue over her top lip to lick some off her top lip, too.
paige slowly moved your legs off her shoulders. she tried her hardest to resist the smirk threatening to tug at the corners of her mouth when they immediately started helplessly shaking from your ankle all the way up to your hip, setting them down gently on the bed next to her so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
but you couldn’t even pretend to care about it. you were still catching your breath, eyes shut underneath your forearms as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you just fucked your best friend and it was the best sex you had ever had in your entire life. and not only that, because you would definitely do it again. in fact, she was right. you don’t know if you’d ever be able to touch someone else because your mind would always wander back here.
not just to the way paige, your best friend, expertly touched you like she knew your body better than you you did, or the way she pounded into you like she didn’t care about anything other than making you come. or the way she ate your pussy like she was starving and it was favorite meal. your mind would travel back to the way she spoke to you like she was yours, like she needed you to know how much she needed you–how everything she did revolved around your pleasure.
and she was so fucking dedicated to it that you weren’t sure if she was speaking from the heat of the moment or if her words went deeper than that. if her words were coming from a place of hidden truths rather than pleasure so blinding, she would say whatever came to mind.
you winced at the sudden emptiness of her sliding the toy out of you slowly, but your legs stayed limp against the sheets. she unbuckled the harness carefully through her trembling fingers, leaning over the side of the bed to carefully set the soaked toy on the floor. she made sure that it was propped so it didn’t touch anything other than the carpet for easy cleanup, but she would worry about that later.
when she sat up again, she gently laid a palm on your ribs and the other on your outer thigh. her chest wasn’t heaving anymore, but she was still breathing too quickly to be considered normal. and her heart was pounding in her chest too, though she couldn’t tell if it was her lingering tiredness from the exertion or from nervousness.
you didn’t open your eyes at the contact despite the way it had your skin buzzing, still trying to catch your own breath and normalize your own heartbeat after that, but you could feel her gaze burning into you.
“still with me?” she asked softly. her tone was quiet and careful, trying to gauge how to proceed from here.
“yeah,” you breathed with a nod.
after a few moments of listening to each other breathe, you cracked an eye open to see what she was doing. all you were met with was her eyes fixed on your face, lips parted to allow more air in. her eyes were glassy and had a new sparkle that you couldn’t quite put a name to, lips red and covered in salvia from her tongue swiping over them, cheeks flushed pink in the most adorable way, and hair messy in her bun that was still barely hanging on. the corners of her mouth curved slightly into a smile, but her expression was mostly unreadable. it made your heart rate kick back up in a way that was from anxiety.
this is the part where they would ask you to leave, or make an excuse about being busy as a way to subtly ask you to leave, or get up, or something. your skin crawled uncomfortably, and the feeling that it was about to happen right now too was uncomfortably crawling up on your spine. or maybe that was sweat dripping down–either way, you knew you’d rather beat her to it than face the embarrassment.
“i should probably think about heading,” you said quietly, trying to beat her to the punch, shoulders tensing as you braced for impact. the impact of her agreeing, you mean, of the reality that you had just had a one night stand with the person you care about the most. and even though she could make you feel good in ways that you didn’t think was possible, that she was still like the rest of them at the end of the day.
“what?” paige’s tone was dripping in disbelief, and sadness, maybe offense? she tilted her head to the side slightly like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing–like the role was reversed and you had just become the very thing that you were afraid of her being. there was a slight smile on her lips, but it was anything but amused.
your eyes widened in embarrassment, and you lifted your arms so they were resting on your forehead instead so she could see that, “sorry, i just–i figured you’d–” you sighed to buy yourself time to collect your thoughts to actually utter a coherent sentence, “i dunno. i assumed you’d want me to leave.”
she chuckled, this time from gentle amusement, the kind that was fond rather and didn’t make you think she was laughing at you, then gently stroked your ribs with her thumb. “why would i want that?”
instead of replying verbally, you just shrugged. the intense humiliation was burning hot in your chest and cheeks, and you felt stupid for even suggesting something like that now. but you’d never had anyone pay this much attention to you when your clothes off, and truly care how you felt.
okay, well, maybe a few have tried their best, but it was never like this. never fully putting themselves to the side to make sure you were taken care of first–physically and emotionally.
“i don’t know,” you mumbled.
paige sighed, then finally moved so she was laying on top of you. her cheek pressed into your collarbone, one hand on your collarbone on the other side with her thumb gently resting on the skin of your neck, her leg bent so her thigh was gently resting over your hip, and the other leg pressed against your outer thigh so she wasn’t touching your center while you were sensitive.
her breathing had evened out, and you just hoped she couldn’t feel the way your heart was still racing beneath your skin. if she did, she didn’t bring attention to it, and you were grateful for that. she tensed her body like she was pulling you closer, then fully relaxed so you could feel her entire weight–almost like a weighted blanket.
“i wouldn’t do that to you,” she whispered out of reassurance. then, she took a breath of courage to gather up the strength for her own confessions, “i thought you wanted to leave.”
your breath caught in your throat slightly at the vulnerable tone. “i wouldn’t do that to you,” you echoed quickly. the words left your mouth at a speed that showed you meant it, and weren’t just saying to make her feel better.
you couldn’t ignore the way her body was trembling against your skin, showing just how much of a toll you’d really taken on her. you figured it was from how much effort she put in though, from how she basically did all the work–not even considering that it was from her unusually intense orgasm, and that it was so intense because she was fucking you.
because that was the truth. it wasn’t from the speed of her hips, or how long she held that speed for, or how long she was holding herself up. the intensity stemmed from how her body–her mind–reacted to you. she could’ve forced herself to go for hours without a break if that’s what you needed.
you timidly lifted an arm to drop around her back, fingertips dragging lightly over her skin. she hoped you couldn’t hear how her breath hitched–couldn’t feel how her heart rate increased at the action. of course you did, and the sudden shift of anxious energy filling the air made it obvious, but you chose not to acknowledge it. instead, you ran your fingers up and down her spine lightly, trying to calm her nervous system that was definitely sent into overdrive.
her body physically relaxed at the contact, which only made her feel heavier against you, but you weren’t going to complain. you could support her weight, you knew that, and if you couldn’t, you would pretend you could for her sake. this was your attempt at forgoing any possible miscommunication that could mess this moment up–like it almost already did.
“thank you,” you said quietly. you meant it genuinely, but damn, you could’ve slapped yourself after it left your mouth. not because you didn’t want to say it, but because it felt stupid coming from your mouth. thank you for fucking me and giving me an orgasm after i literally asked you to because the men here suck and can’t do it for me, you’re such a good friend! god, what is wrong with you?
still, she laughed lightly and nuzzled her nose into the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, placing a light kiss there. you thought maybe she would say something else, but she didn’t. she let her physical reply speak for itself instead, but you, surprisingly, didn’t feel any ounce of insecurity about it.
even though she seemed collected outwardly, her mind was running a thousand miles per minute. there were so many thoughts swirling in her head that she couldn’t pick just one to stress on–just one to freak out about. because this was you, her best friend since freshman year of high school when you joined the basketball team as an off-season sport.
the same you that she knew she was in deep with, that she couldn’t deny the flutter that erupted in her chest every time you smiled, or laughed, or talked, or breathed.
summary: Paige is insecure about the internet's assessment of her strap game, and Azzi helps her remember that she has nothing to worry about.
pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd
contents: smut, fluff, pwp, strap use, oral sex, fingering (once again really its just smut i cannot lie... it gets lowkey disgustingly filthy in a few places. its sweet though, they're idiots in love!)
wordcount: 9076
a/n: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait between freefall ch 1 and this upload- I got super busy between holidays and personal stuff going on, but I should be more consistent with uploads now. This fic was supposed to be shorter and... then it turned into 9k of filth. No questions at this time. Also, I had a few people ask, so I’m starting to do taglists- so do me a favor and if you’re interested in being included, just comment or message me and I’ll make sure to get you on there for future uploads. Thanks for reading and I hope y’all enjoy!
Theyre positioned on the couch of Paige's apartment in a way that's typical for them; Azzi sitting up with her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles while she reads- and Paige strewn out sideways across the other portion of the sectional, her head in Azzi's lap as she scrolls on her phone.
Azzi's right hand falls cyclically to play with the other girls hair in between flipping pages in an effort to keep her content while her focus is split between both her and her book.
Light streams through the window pleasantly, casting a golden glow on everything it touches, and the apartment is quiet- the other girls having gone out to a farmers market earlier in the day and leaving them alone together for the first time in what felt like weeks outside of spending the night in each others’ rooms.
The peaceful sunday afternoon silence they've struck up is rudely interrupted when Paige suddenly groans, rolling onto her side as she drops her phone away from herself like it just offended her, sending it bouncing onto the next couch cushion over. Azzi lets her book drop below her eyeline to look at the other girl, brows raised.
"Um... what was that about?" She asks tentatively, slow to engage for fear of further escalating her already always high energy and cementing the quiet moment they'd just been in as over.
Paige shifts closer to her, wrapping her arms around the younger girls’ waist and burying her face against her stomach, the loose blonde hair left out of her bun to frame her face tickling at the section of midriff exposed by the cropped camisole top the other girl wore under a grey sweat set.
Azzi sighs, setting her book down with the bookmark placed carefully to mark her place, bringing her hands to the girl in her lap fully- one moving to card through her hair and the other to rub her back.
"Hey. What's wrong, honey?" She asks gently, hands soothing in their slow motions. Paige nestles closer to her, holding her tight, her nose brushing the warm skin just above the waistband of Azzi's sweats. Azzi pretends the sensation doesn’t make her feel a little warmer.
"The internet, bro," The blonde finally grumbles, voice muffled where her face is pressed into her girlfriends' torso. Worry rises in Azzi's chest at that, her hands stilling.
"What? What happened?" She asks, pulling at Paige's shoulder to get her to sit up and talk to her. Paige frowns, wrinkling her nose as she obliges the prompt, rolling over to look up at the younger girls’ face from her lap.
Her expression is pathetic- eyebrows drawn together, blue eyes big and lips curled into a pout. Azzi can't help but chuckle at the sight, despite her mind drawing up worst case scenarios like it so often did. Paige groans at Azzi finding humor in the moment, drawing her arm over her face to hide herself in embarrassment.
Azzi smiles fully now, the silly nature of Paige's pouting easing the worry in the back of her mind. She takes in the half-obscured sight in her lap and lets it soothe her, appreciating every visible detail- the sharpness of her jaw, the length of her eyelashes as they rest against her cheeks, the prominence of her nose and cheekbones, the pretty shade of pink that adorns her soft lips.
"Babe, come on. What is it?" She asks, pulling gently at Paige's pale arm.
"You're gonna laugh," Paige whines, bringing her arm down from her face only to draw both of them up over her chest defensively, almost like a little kid would. Azzi rolls her eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
"Oh my god, Paige. What is the matter?" She repeats, playful agitation biting at the corners of her tone despite the fact that her dimples give her underlying amusement away.
The older girl sighs dramatically from where she's set in Azzi's lap, waiting in silence for a five count before opening one eye to peep and see if Azzi is still looking, expectant for an explanation. She is. Paige sighs.
"They're sayin' I got stiff hips," She mutters, avoiding Azzi's gaze as the admission slips past her lips. Azzi’s eyes narrow as she furrows her eyebrows confusedly, having not heard her fully.
"They're saying what?" She asks, leaning closer slightly to be able to hear her better. Paige whines, shifting her posture antsily.
"Stiff hips, Az. They're sayin' I got stiff hips." She overenunciates, eyes becoming wide as she explains. Azzi holds her gaze, eyebrows high to match Paige's energy. She holds the expression for as long as she can before breaking, a laugh erupting out of her.
Paige groans yet again, rolling away from her girlfriend like she's trying to slink off the couch and into a puddle on the floor to avoid further embarrassment. Azzi reaches for her, stilling her progress with her hand around the other girls' wrist.
"Oh come on, you big baby," She chides, pulling her back into her lap, cradling her head as she shifts.
"Like they would know, anyway," She dismisses, hands coming up to grab her face, thumb brushing over the the hinge of her jaw as she presses a kiss to her forehead. Paige grins at that, sly and lopsided, holding Azzi's gaze like she's trying to be sure she heard it right.
"Aw, nah?" She smirks up at her, that stupid expression she reserved just for her girlfriend slowly spreading across her face.
Azzi hums. "Unless there's something you're not telling me," She teases, fingers toying with the collar of her crewneck, brushing her collarbones.
Paige smiles dopily, lifting her head and cupping the sides of Azzi's face, pulling her down gently just enough to connect their lips. It's slow and sweet and just a little bit wet, and Paige thinks about all the times they've kissed before and how it's never felt any less perfect than it did the first time.
Seven years later, and she still can't get over the feeling of how Azzi's lips feel against hers.
She shifts to sit up, the movement a little awkward on the way, and comes to settle upright next to the other girl, dominant hand settling just below her hairline on the back of her neck to ease her closer. She moans quietly into the kiss, unable to help herself, and then deepens it- leaning forward and pushing Azzi along with her, putting her on her back.
Azzi's hands meet over the back of the other girls’ neck as she settles over her, her hips snug against the younger girls' with their legs slotted between each other. Azzi bites gently at Paige's lip, and Paige has to choke back a groan as she gives into the chase, letting her tongue dart out to run along the other girls' bottom lip.
Azzi hums before slipping her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth, finding hers and running against it before sucking at it gently, drawing it out. Suddenly, they're pulling apart just enough for Paige to speak, still close enough that their lips to brush when she does.
"F'real though. Y'think I'm stiff?" She asks, her blue eyes full of conviction and concern as they meet Azzi’s once again. Now it’s Azzi’s turn to groan as she rolls her eyes beneath the blonde, much to Paige's dismay.
"Hey! I'm serious, dude," Paige pleads, looking at her girlfriend intently, impatiently awaiting a response. Azzi stays silent, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she tilts her head in consideration, hands still interlocked behind the other girls’ head.
"I mean..."
Paige whines, dropping her head to Azzi's chest. Although her intent was pure, she's pleased when her face nestles perfectly between the other girls' breasts, soft warm flesh surrounding her features. She could die here, she thinks.
"Oh come on, I was joking," Azzi says, trying to soften the blow. Her fingers run slowly along the back of her neck, wandering up to toy with the loose hair at the base of her bun.
"S'not funny," Paige defends weakly, speech muffled by the soft skin surrounding her face. Azzi watches her, evaluating for a moment, and then makes up her mind, narrowing her eyes and sucking her teeth as she does.
She sits up, climbing out from under Paige, and Paige looks at her incredulously, already primed to put on a dramatic show of great offense over the fact that the other girl would leave her from their comfortable position on the couch in such a vulnerable time.
She rises to her feet, turning as she outstretches her arm in front of her to hold her hand out, signalling for the other girl to grab it. Paige stares blankly from her place on the couch, unsure of what's happening.
"Come on," Azzi prompts, opening and closing her offered hand to add emphasis to her words. Paige's eyebrows furrow, her hair still tousled from their brief rendezvous seconds ago.
"Huh?" She replies, clueless, neck craning forward and one side of her lip curling as she asks to add emphasis.
Azzi sighs, stepping closer and taking both of Paige's hands into hers. She draws her upright into a sitting position, stepping into the space between where her feet are planted.
This close, Azzi can feel the blonde’s breath tickling at her stomach, her baggy sweatshirts’ zipper fixed low to allow her abs to still show- a decision she made deliberately when she’d put it on this morning.
Paige looks up at where her girlfriend stands above her and can’t help but think that it feels wrong to be in this position and not have her hands free to be able to wrap her arms around the other girl- to slip under her sweatshirt and feel her skin, to wander down and grab at her ass, to pull her into her lap.
"I said," She repeats, eyes locked to Paige's as she presses kisses over the other girls' knuckles, big brown eyes watching carefully with a glint of fire in them as she does it. The blonde holds her breath, lips slightly parted as her gaze drags from Azzi’s eyes to glance at the pink fullness of her lips and back.
"Come," Kiss. "Here," Kiss. "Then." Kiss.
Paige watches cautiously, a feeling that’s a healthy balance of being turned on and a little scared settling in her chest.
"I cant lie... I'm lost, what are we-" Azzi rolls her eyes again, dimples popping as she makes an exasperated face while stepping back, pulling as she goes to bring the taller girl up to stand.
"You're worried about having stiff hips, yeah?" She asks, her voice thick with a flirty tone that the blonde swears wasn’t there only a moment ago.
Paige stands slowly, letting herself be pulled, shrugging and then slowly nodding as she waits for a point to be made. Azzi comes in closer, leaning into Paige’s frame, dropping her hands so that one can settle over her hip, the other on her chest.
Suddenly the blonde is acutely aware of all of the places she can feel the other girl- not the least of which being her leg that brushes against her own as her foot settles between where her own are set, eliminating nearly every bubble of space between them. Paige’s breath feels thick as she breathes out, trying to resist the urge to swallow as she feels the warmth of the other girl braced against her.
"So why don't you come prove it to me that you don't?" Azzi challenges, voice sultry and sweet as she looks up at her, and Paige's jaw almost drops.
Azzi could hold her own, sure. Their little spats and back-and-forth nature were cornerstones of their entire relationship- always had been. They wouldn't be Paige and Azzi without the playful dynamic they always seemed to keep up.
But she was only bold to a point- usually, and for years now, there was a clear line they'd found, a place between gearing up to sex and actually getting there, where Paige had almost always just naturally taken over- at least to initiate things.
It wasn't always that way, per se, but it definitely was more often than not. Between that and the fact that Paige had basically been obsessed with her since she was 16, giving her anything she ever wanted at any indication she wanted it- in moments like these, Azzi had a way of catching her completely off guard.
"Wha- f'real?" Paige asks, frozen in place at the proposition. It was almost always Paige prompting, Paige setting the foundation, Paige leading- Azzi wasn't any less passionate about being intimate, she just liked to be led. And it worked well, because Paige liked to pull her along.
Azzi so openly putting it all on the table on a random Sunday afternoon, (and especially when she had been nose deep in a book less than 10 minutes before) was definitely not something Paige had really anticipated happening. Azzi quirks an eyebrow, digging her heels in.
"Unless you don't think you're up to the task?" She asks, voice donning a kind of feining innocence she only ever put on when she was being especially bratty.
Paige's face flushes at that, never one to give up a challenge- and she's on her feet, grabbing Azzi by the wrist and dragging her to her bedroom, determined to prove herself. Azzi giggles, pleased by the continuation of her perpetual ability to get what she wants from the blonde, and follows, only spurred on by her girlfriends' reaction.
Paige pushes the door closed behind them as soon as they enter the room and immediately grabs for the other girl, pulling her flush against herself by the waist. Azzi leans into the contact as their lips meet, hands coming up to settle on Paige’s chest as she deepens the kiss.
Azzi arches into the way the other girl is holding her, and Paige slips her hands up the back of her sweatshirt, any excuse to feel more of her. She steps them back towards the bed, slowing as she approaches to let Azzi get a feel for where the bed is before they go tumbling onto it.
They do, and Paige is quick to keep things progressing, catching herself with her hands to keep from falling over Azzi and then leaning back on her heels to pull her shirt over her head. Azzi's eyes track the movement carefully, watching her arms flex with the motion and dropping to look at her abs before darting back to her face when she realizes she's been caught.
Ordinarily, Paige would stop and tease, but today she's too eager. Instead, she reaches down, fingers grasping the zipper of Azzi’s sweatshirt, and drags it down, opening access to warm skin beneath it that’s been teasing her all day. She leans back in and nestles into the crook of Azzi's neck, dropping kisses against the soft warm skin there, their bare stomachs pressing against each other with the movement.
Azzi hums as her hands run up Paige’s back, keeping the other girl close and feeling the subtle flexing of the muscle there as she turns her head, kissing the side of Paige’s face where it’s nestled into her neck before pulling her back and recentering her above herself to reconnect their lips.
Paige shifts so one hand can come up between them to Azzi's stomach, pushing under her skin-tight tank top and bunching the small amount of fabric up onto her chest, revealing her abs and breasts. Azzi’s breath hitches at the motion, watching as her hands roam, admiring the contrast of the paleness of her skin against the deepness of her own, blood rushing to her head as she watches Paige go to work against her.
The blonde kisses down the younger girls’ neck and shoulders eagerly, nipping at her collarbones before making her way down to her chest and taking a pebbled nipple into her mouth. As she leans into her, the knee she has slotted between Azzi's legs pushes against her, giving her friction closer to where she wants it, making the other girls' breath catch.
She revels in the way she feels Azzi's breathing change underneath her, feels her start to squirm as she switches sides to show its twin the same affection before letting up in favor of progressing further down her body.
Her skin is warm and soft and smells like vanilla as she kisses down her stomach- it's more intoxicating than anything else Paige has ever felt in her life. She gets to her waistband and is about to pull her sweats down when Azzi taps her shoulder to get her attention.
She pauses, looking up at her with tented eyebrows as she hovers in place. "Hm?"
Once she stills, Azzi reaches down and grabs her face by the chin, eyes hooded. Paige wets her lips as she holds the eye contact, trying to steel herself and not let on the way her boxers are getting uncomfortably damp beneath her sweats.
"C'mere," She whispers, and Paige is immediately thanking god that her roommates aren't home as she climbs back up to oblige her girlfriends' request.
Their lips collide, and before she really knows what's happening, Azzi is pulling her close, locking her arms around her back before shifting hard to roll them both over and straddle her waist. Paige's mouth subconsciously falls open the slightest bit when she’s put on her back, and Azzi can't help but smirk.
She straightens her back and grabs at the bunched up fabric of her camisole that Paige had so impatiently pushed out of her way, pulling it up and arching her back as it goes to help it over her head.
Beneath her, Paige swallows and fixes her hands on her hips tightly, trying not to touch like a child watching a cake being frosted- watching desperately with a watering mouth as she takes in the scene unfolding in front of her. Everything about what she sees, she's absolutely obsessed with: her skin, her toned stomach, her perfect chest, her strong arms and shoulders, the beautiful way her dark curls cascade over her shoulders. She's perfect. So, so perfect.
"Fuck, Az," She mutters, eyes wandering over her frame. Azzi almost feels shy for a second with the way she's being looked at, but she manages to cut her thought process off.
After all, even with all the people in the world who said unhinged shit about her girlfriend online, she was the only one who got to sit half-naked in her lap whenever she wanted. Not a lot of reason to feel self conscious about that.
Azzi leans forward, hands grabbing the other girls’ to push them up and against the mattress for her own balance as she closes the gap between them to kiss Paige’s neck. The taller girls' legs naturally come up to settle with her feet flat against the bed, her thighs just behind Azzi's ass, keeping her close.
Azzi hums as she presses kisses up Paige's jaw, messy and warm and creating a feeling in Paige's gut that's very hard to ignore. The feeling of having her in her lap- breasts bare and pressing into her chest, ass pressing into her as she shifts- paired with the feeling of her full lips kissing their way across her neck and shoulders, curls tickling with the movement as they brush against her skin, is nearly enough to make her brain short circuit.
Having her hands pinned is torture- she's dying to be able to touch her. She pushes her hips forward, few other options available, and Azzi breathes in sharply at the contact, drawing back just barely to ground herself.
"Mmm, gotta be patient baby," She chides, renewing her efforts in the space between her girlfriend's neck and shoulder.
Paige groans. She wasn't used to not being able to pivot things where she wanted- to control the pace and the acceleration of things.
"Thought I was tryna show you sum," She argues, fighting hard to keep any trace of how pathetic she feels out of her voice when she says it. Azzi hums, nipping at her earlobe.
"Why don't you, then?" She counters, and Paige wastes no time in pushing up with both her hips and hands to roll Azzi back over, reclaiming her position above her.
They're both slightly out of breath once they resettle, and Paige supports herself over Azzi, holding the eye contact and letting their breath mix together in the minuscule amount of space between them.
Paige is acutely aware of the heat settling low in her belly at the way Azzi looks at her. Azzi, equally bothered, is trying hard not to squirm as she watches her girlfriend wet her lips, the veins in her hands and arms more prominent than usual after her display of strength to flip them back over.
"You gonna behave and lemme have my way w'you, babygirl? Or y’still need to get some energy out?" She asks pointedly, and a surge of pride goes through her when she sees the way a flush creeps across Azzi's face, no argument making it's way past her lips for once.
Balance restored.
Her big brown eyes peer up at her with the neediest expression she thinks she might have ever seen, and it doesn't take much convincing after that to hurry along, her point proven.
"A'ight then. I gotchu, mama," She says, pressing a single kiss to her neck before standing, letting her hands come to her hips as she surveys across her bedroom.
"Where'd that fuckin' thing end up, anyway?" She asks, and Azzi giggles from the bed, eyes lingering on her bare stomach as she turns her body, looking around the room.
"Closet, right? Had to move it when KK came in to play playstation?" She asks, and Paige turns to her, smiling.
"My girl’s so smart." She praises, reaching out to pat her leg as she walks past the bed to the closet. Azzi rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face as she tracks her with her eyes, biting at her finger as she watches her saunter over to open the closet door, sweats clinging low on her hips, boxer line peeking out just barely.
Paige stoops down to dig through a specific shoe box amongst the many that live in the small space. She knows she shouldn't be as turned on by the sight as she is, but there's just something about the way she looks, her legs spread and her arms settled on her knees as she balances on the pads of her feet while rummaging through the closet, searching.
It takes long enough for Paige to finally find it that by the time she's turning from the closet, victorious and holding the toy high above her head, she’s almost surprised to find that Azzi’s still looking at her. She lets the toy fall to her side as she comes to kneel on the edge of the bed in front of the other girl.
"Hey," She says, nudging Azzi's nose with her own, as she sets the strap and harness down above her head on the bed, out of sight. Azzi smiles at her, and for a moment, nobody else in the world exists, brown eyes meeting blue, their breath combining in the small space between them.
"Hey, yourself," She returns, reaching above her head to grab for the toy. Paige chuckles, spreading her arms wide in a stretch as she stands back up. Azzi’s eyes trail over her figure, taking in the sight of her stance, the way her abs flexed with the movement.
"Was gonna ask if you changed your mind, you seemed like you were zonin' out over here," She jokes, and Azzi makes a face.
"Sounds to me like you're getting nervous," She taunts, bringing the contraption in front of her face to get a better look at it. Paige clicks her tongue, shaking her head.
"Whatever, bro," She dismisses, leaning in to press a kiss to Azzi's forehead, hand smoothing over her curls lovingly as she hovered there.
"You sure you still wanna?" She asks, softer now, and Azzi nods, her focus clearly elsewhere as she shifts the harness to one hand and reaches out to grab her by the hips to maneuver her closer.
"If I can remember how to get this to work," She jokes, and Paige smirks, going to grab it from her. “I got it.”Azzi pulls it away from her prying hands, scoffing at her lightly.
"You never even put it on in the first place, dummy. Take your pants off and c'mere, I can figure it out." Paige laughs at that, hands going to untie the drawstring that's tucked into her waistband.
"Yes ma'am," She replies, stepping out of her sweats and then bringing her boxers along with them not long after, dropping them to the floor in a way that's all too familiar for the younger girl- makes it a little bit harder to swallow, too.
Azzi beckons her forward, putting significant effort into focusing on what she’s doing and not getting distracted by the perfect shade of pink peeking out from her girlfriend’s mound- and reluctantly, Paige goes.
"Here, step into this," Azzi says, holding a portion of the harness open for her, her eyes lingering on her girlfriends' naked frame. Paige chuckles, putting a hand on Azzi's shoulder to stabilize herself as she does as she's told.
She didn't remember it feeling this awkward the last time. Then again, it had been a while since they'd used it last- they’d both been so busy that any time that they’d found as of late to love on each other was kept entirely to quick hands and eager mouths.
Azzi furrows her eyebrows as her fingers go to work, adjusting buckles and straightening straps. Paige watches her face intently, trying not to feel silly.
"Turn," The curly headed girl prompts, and Paige follows the instruction mindlessly, feeling slightly like a kid getting their winter coat put on by a parent before being allowed to go outside to play in the snow.
Azzi tugs a specific section and it finally tightens- a little too fast, pinching at Paige's skin as it comes flush with flesh. The blonde jumps, disregarding the adjustments happening as she shoves her fingers between the harness and her skin to create a protective barrier and sooth the sting.
"Ow, Azzi!" She protests, and Azzi's head snaps up to look at her, eyes full of sympathy. "I'm sorry, baby. It was an accident," She soothes, running her thumb over the area and leaning over to press a kiss to it.
With that, it's already forgotten, the harness finally settled snug to Paige’s hips. Paige nods, mostly to herself, pushing her fingers underneath the straps once more to adjust herself to be more comfortable- and then she’s coming around to the other side of the bed and grabbing Azzi by the tops of her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed with no warning, causing her to yelp in surprise.
“Whoa, what are y-“ Paige shushes her, sinking to her knees, and loops her fingers under Azzi’s sweats, pulling them over her hips in one swift movement. Azzi watches the rushed movement with eager eyes, swallowing thickly while picking up her hips to help her tug them down.
Paige stoops down, and Azzi’s heart flutters in her chest as she starts to litter kisses on the insides of her thighs. The blonde is slow and intentional with her movements, arms coming to rest on the outside of Azzi’s spread knees as she sucks a purple mark into the other girls’ skin, soothing it with a swipe of her tongue and a chaste kiss afterward.
She continues to drop kisses as she moves up her thigh til she reaches her center, playing close attention to the subtle changes in Azzi’s breathing as she goes, and then slows, pressing a kiss to her clit through the thin cotton. Azzi lets out a breathy little gasp at the contact, neck craning to get a better view.
Paige presses another kiss, more pressure behind it than the last one, and then slips a little lower, repeating the motion. When she does, she finds the most perfect surprise waiting for her- Azzi’s completely soaked through the pretty purple panties she’s wearing.
“Oh my god, Azzi Jazlyn,” She remarks, looking up at the other girl with an amused look painted across her face. Azzi blushes, really blushes, and hides her face in her arm, a pouty little noise of protest falling from her lips at being mocked.
“Is it that serious?” Paige asks, tone dripping with sarcastic concern, and Azzi reaches down with the hand that isn’t obscuring her face to shove at Paige’s arm. The blonde just grins, shaking her head as she leans back and hooks her fingers under the waistband of the dampened fabric.
“Just teasin’, mama,” She soothes, voice husky as Azzi picks up her hips again.
“Y’know I fuckin’ love that shit,” She mumbles- mostly to herself- and she tugs the article over the swell of the other girls’ ass, eyes widening when they bring a string of glistening slick with them as they come away from the younger girls’ cunt.
She can’t help the groan that falls past her lips as she tugs them the rest of the way down, watching in disbelief as the strand stretches and the breaks, dropping to stick to the younger girls’ upper thigh.
Azzi hisses at the cold sensation, her face burning with embarrassment, and Paige quickly discards the pair of underwear behind her before her hands find the other girls’ legs again and she leans in, licking the slick off the supple skin of her upper thigh like she’s been in the desert and its the first drop of water she’s seen in days.
Azzi’s eyes drift back in a mix of disbelief and pleasure, biting at her lip in an attempt to keep her composure as Paige kisses the same place messily, leaving it wet.
She continues her trail of kisses up her thighs, one hand absentmindedly wandering over to the junction of Azzi’s hip, stopping there with her fingers held out as if signaling for Azzi to meet it with her own. She interlocks her fingers with her girlfriends’, and Paige looks up at her, a slight smile on her face before craning her neck back down, eyes still locked with Azzi’s as she licks into her cunt.
Azzi lets her eyes fall shut at the first contact, letting herself focus on the warmth of Paige’s tongue and the slick of her spit mixing with her own arousal over her clit. When she opens them again, she sees blue eyes still on her from between her legs, holding her gaze, careful to watch for any indication to stop- even though they both know it won’t come.
Paige is slow, letting her tongue run over her girlfriends’ pussy deliberately, reveling in how wet she finds her, how good she tastes. She sucks her clit into her mouth gently, and Azzi winces above her, curls pressed into the pillow as she kicks her head back and arches into the contact.
She lets her tongue come to assist the suction, running it over the base of her clit while she suckles at the head of it gently, and then lets it go, coming off with a pop!, pink lips glistening as they come away wet.
She brings her head back slightly and blows gently, the cold air sending goosebumps forming under Azzi’s skin, and watches her reaction carefully as she licks over it again. Azzi feels the other girls’ eyes on her and bites at her bottom lip, bringing her free hand up to palm at her breast as she holds the eye contact, teasing from where she's laid out.
Paige blinks slowly as she watches, eyebrows raising slightly- just enough to be noticeable, and she’s thankful her mouth is occupied so she doesn’t say something stupid in her awed state.
How lucky could one person get?
Azzi’s painted fingers move deftly to roll her pebbled nipple between her pointer and thumb, squeezing the mound of flesh to her chest and then repeating the motion, never breaking the eye contact. Paige watches eagerly and lets her tongue to continue to work her, slow and sensual and utterly pussy drunk, and Azzi is buzzing knowing how well she’s captured the girl between her legs.
Paige lets her tongue slip lower, the younger girls’ taste getting stronger and sweeter as she teases at her entrance- and Azzi gasps at the sensation, her right hand abandoning its efforts over her chest to come down her bare torso and grab at Paige’s hair, tangling into blonde strands still held back loosely by a hairtie.
"Fuck, Paige," She curses, her hips canting up and just slightly off the bed, smearing her slick across Paige's chin and nose. She pauses, giving an apologetic look when she realizes she's made a mess of the bottom half of her girlfriends' face, but Paige only chuckles.
She lets go of the younger girls' hand where their fingers are intertwined over her hipbone to bring both arms around her legs and over her hips to hold her still, fixing her in place before refocusing her efforts. Azzi whimpers at the feeling of being held so firmly while Paige knelt between her legs and went to work like a woman starved- so safe and desired and spoiled all at once.
She watches the slight flex of the blonde’s biceps as she holds pulls her impossibly closer, sloppy with her ministrations over the other girls’ clit, her jaw working as she alternates the shapes being drawn over the swollen nub to tease the most perfect little moans from her lips. The younger girl lets her newly free hands come up, crossing over her face in an attempt to hide how desperate she feels.
Paige smirks as she delves lower again, pushing into her cunt with her tongue and watching her facial expressions from between her legs, growing wetter by the second seeing how worked up she could make the other girl. Azzi's mouth hangs open in a silent gasp in response to the intrusion, eyebrows drawn up and together.
Paige opens her mouth wider, giving herself the leverage to fuck her tongue into her deeper- and Azzi picks a leg up to put it over the blonde's shoulder, improving the angle. The movement only makes Paige double down on her efforts, drawing back slightly to pull her right arm from its place over her hip in favor of bringing it low between them to meet the glistening slick of her pussy.
She keeps her tongue sliding in and out of her entrance, bringing her left thumb down over her pelvis to run over her clit. She’s aided by the wetness that's making a mess of her cunt- slowly spreading to her thighs now, too. Azzi whimpers, and the Paige borderline growls at the sound, drinking in the control she has over the other girl and the sounds she’s pulling from her lips.
She runs her tongue flat against her, running from entrance to clit, lapping up the juices she’d pulled since pressing the muscle into her needy cunt. She sucks her clit into her mouth again, letting the fingers of her free hand trail lower, tantalizingly slow in their movements as they ran deliberately teasingly along her folds, feeling the slickness of her juices over soft skin.
She lets her middle finger slip deeper, probing against her entrance, and Azzi’s breath catches at the feeling, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to fill the ache inside of her.
"Ohmygod- please," She babbles, and Paige lets off her clit so she can sooth her. "Shh- I know, I know. You're okay mama, I gotchu.” She drops an open-mouthed kiss to the swollen bud.
“Jus’ needa stretch you out and make sure you're ready for it baby. S'been a while, hm?” She coos, lips brushing against her cunt as she says it, and Azzi whines, angling her hips so she feels her deeper. Paige hums at the observation, taking in the sight of the younger girls’ pussy as she has her way with her- glistening with wetness and the perfect shade of swollen pink.
"So needy for me, huh, baby?" Azzi nods deliriously, desperate for more- and Paige laughs sympathetically at her. "A’ight, sweetheart," She whispers, slipping two long, slender fingers in and curling them as she slides knuckle deep in one flush movement.
She presses deep entirely too easily, fingers brushing against her sweet spot far before the other girl had anticipated they would work themselves that deep- and its all she can do to whine at the sensation, throaty and guttural.
“Feels good?” The blonde husks, as if she doesn’t already know the answer. Azzi groans, humming a sweet little 'mhm' in response and hoping it’s enough, because it’s all she can muster. Paige eases in and out of her slow, reveling in how wet her fingers come away each time she draws them out of her pussy.
“Fuuuck, baby,” She husks, in awe of how perfect this girl is- how wet she’s gotten, how good she’s taking her fingers, how pretty her pussy is. Azzi whimpers, her hips chasing her fingers every time she draws them out, little ah, ah, ahs falling past her lips every time her fingers brush against that spongy spot deep inside of her.
Paige groans as she fucks into her gummy walls, chasing the high brought on by the younger girl’s delicious little noises. She's successful, Azzi keening when she strokes particularly deep- arching her back off the mattress, her abs flexing with the effort. The blonde watches eagerly, eyes hooded and lips wet as she observes every filthy detail of the unholy ministrations she’s working against Azzi’s cunt.
"'S it that good, baby? You like it when I stretch you out and get you ready for my dick, sweet girl?" Paige coos, and Azzi's too far gone to even manage a response, nodding deliriously with thick eyelashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as she just stares with a fucked out expression, breathy little noises spilling out of her with each curl of her girlfriends' long fingers against her inner walls.
Unable to resist the urge, she lets her tongue lash over her clit again, moving in fast flicks of motion that she has to put conscious effort into limiting the pressure of in order to prevent overstimulating the swollen nub that’s already flared an angry pink.
"P-please, P, need it," Azzi whines, and Paige looks up at her, undeniably pussy drunk. "Yeah? Tell me what you want, baby," She says, tone sultry and words slurring with lust in a way that was just for Azzi.
"More," Azzi whines, and Paige tuts at her.
"Nah- you know better. Ask me right," The older girl corrects before bringing her mouth back to her core. Azzi whimpers pathetically before taking a steadying breath, steeling herself.
“Please,” She chokes, desperate for more despite the fact that her eyes were already welling up with tears at the intensity of what the blonde was doing to her.
“Want it,” She breathes, voice breaking, and Paige lets her eyes fall shut for a brief moment so she can soak in the sound of her pleas. Her wrist works overtime to keep her fingers in motion inside of her, and her tongue swirls around her clit, soaking in the metallic taste of the puffy little button as she continues to tease at it.
“Need it- fuck, please? Want you to fill me up,” She begs, and Paige takes a deep breath from between her legs, nostrils flaring slightly as she attempts to ground herself while she kisses into the younger girls’ cunt sloppily, lips and chin covered in her arousal. It’s almost too good to bring her mouth away from.
“Okay, sweet girl,” She mutters before letting her tongue drag along her slit, the slickness making the motion easy.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” She promises, pressing a kiss to her clit before standing. She places one knee on the mattress, bringing her hand up to rub at the other girls' thigh affectionately.
"Scooch up, mama. Gimme some room to work here," She murmurs gently, and Azzi complies, her eyes never leaving the blonde's face, bringing her hands to the mattress and pushing herself back.
The blonde follows immediately, crawling toward her and dropping a kiss to the scar over her knee as she approaches before sitting up straight. She adjusts the width of her knees where they’re pressed into the bed as she settles into the best position she can manage, reaching down to grasp the base of the toy where it juts out into the small amount of space between them.
Azzi’s eyes watch carefully as she reaches out, running her pointer and middle fingers through her folds to gather wetness before spreading it over the toy. She watches Paige’s fingers as they run along the length of the toy, coating it in her slick, and swallows, suddenly starting to realize that the toy looked a little bit bigger than she had remembered it being.
To distract herself, she forces her eyes higher, takes in the sight of the girl between her legs- abs tight, pert breasts and puffy pink nipples on display, loose blonde hair framing her face and a concentrated look painted across her features that was absolutely entrancing.
Paige takes hold of the toy and shuffles closer until she can run the tip through her folds, and Azzi’s breath catches at the contact. The older girl wets her parted lips as she stares, revelling in the way the younger girls’ slick spreads along the silicon, allowing the shaft move easily up and down her slit from entrance to clit.
Azzi's breath is shaky beneath her, pretty brown eyes blown as she watches every movement eagerly. She lets the toy nudge against her entrance, admiring how her pussy clenches a kiss around the head at the intrusion, and Azzi whines up at her, expression pleading silently for her to progress- so she rocks forward, slow, eyes on the younger girls’ face to gauge off of.
A little gasp falls from Azzi’s mouth as her eyes fall shut, head pushing back against the pillows as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth. Paige’s tongue peeks out of her mouth, pressing against her bottom lip with the effort as she presses in further, torturously slow as she eases her hips flush with Azzi’s.
Azzi moans as she bottoms out, her fingers grabbing ahold of Paige’s arm where it’s braced against her leg to improve the angle.
She lets her hand linger there in a loose grip, holding on to her for the sake of touching her alone, watching the other girl admire her, feeling her muscles move beneath her skin with every motion. Paige’s hips rock back, eyes watching the toy slide out of her entrance before she eases forward again, starting to find a rhythm.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” Azzi slurs, drawing a smirk out of Paige.
“Yeah? You like that, mama?” She asks, voice low and raspy as she pumps in and out of her, eyes roaming over the other girls’ body hungrily. The younger girl nods, eyebrows drawn together and face tight as she concentrates on adjusting to the stretch, painted fingernails digging into Paige’s arm just barely as a whimper escapes past her lips.
Paige gambles a look down as her pace gradually picks up, and watches as the strap slides in and out of the girl above her in time with her strokes. She swallows hard, sucking in a steadying breath as she watches her pussy stretch around the toy, excess wetness accumulating in a thick ring around the base of the toy.
Eager to see more, she snakes her dominant hand between them, using her pointer finger and thumb to hold her lips apart so she can get a better look at the toy pumping in and out of her, pussy pulsing and stretching around the silicon cock. She presses her thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles as she picks up her pace gradually.
“Fuck, mama- squeezin’ my dick so pretty w’that pussy. You like it when I stretch you out, baby?”
“Ohmygod, yes,” Azzi rushes out, barely coherent, and Paige watches as she takes it, moving with her to set the pace, hips chanting and abs tight.
“Yeah? Feels good, don't it princess? Y’feelin me deep?” Azzi hums out a pathetic little mhm, whimpering, and she can't help herself- she reaches out, running her hand up her stomach, squeezing at her tits when she gets to her chest, palming them and feeling the weight of them in her hand.
She groans, letting her head kick back. She could feel their combined wetness smearing all over her pelvis and the front of her thighs now, and the realization hits like a drug. Azzi’s hand comes to meet hers over her chest, not to stop anything she’s doing, just for the sake of being able to hold onto her- and Paige shifts, bringing one knee up to better her angle, pausing as she pivots, and then presses forward again.
Azzi groans at the new angle, her hips canting up to chase the motion and pushing Paige deeper, in turn drawing a whine from the blonde’s throat when the base of the toy pushes against her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Azzi whimpers, spurred on by the knowledge of what fucking her like this is doing to the blonde. Obscene sounds fill the room- Azzi’s cunt squelching around the silicon cock, breathy moans falling from both of the pairs’ lips, the sound of their combined slick over the already prominent sound of skin meeting skin with each thrust from Paige.
It’s filthy, the way they’re rutting into each other, but god, did both of them need this.
Azzi arches her back, taking their joined hands and pushing them lower, and at first Paige isn’t sure what she’s doing, thinks maybe she’s ushering her to stimulate her clit again, but then she stops short, right above her pelvis. Her confusion quickly gives way to recognition, and she almost chokes when she feels it- she’s fucking up into the younger girl so deep that she can feel it perfectly just by having her hand braced over her stomach.
“Oh, baby- fuck,” Her hips stutter, overwhelmed between feeling how deep she’s fucking into Azzi and the sensation of the base of the strap rubbing against her clit. Azzi shifts, hooking her legs around her waist, and Paige leans further forward, bracing herself with her elbows against the mattress, body pressed to Azzi’s as she continues the snap of her hips.
Azzi’s moans are even clearer now- right there to lean over and swallow up with a kiss, so she does, connecting their lips as she rolls her hips fervently. It’s wet and messy and desperate, both of them moaning into it, and for a moment, the sheer desperation shared between the two of them is enough to carry it, both rutting into each other like it was their last moment on earth.
Azzi’s head kicks back when Paige draws in particularly hard, the blonde’s bottom lip dragging against the side of her face when she breaks away from the kiss to shift so suddenly. Her legs wrap around her tighter, arms slung around her back with one hand tangled into the bun barely still in place on her head and the other digging half-moons into her shoulder as she fucks her open.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” She babbles, and Paige curses under her breath, shifting her weight from one arm to the other to sustain the rocking of her hips.
She’s absolutely stoned on the sounds she’s drawing out of her lips- so committed to making her make more of them that the tiredness settling into her body is barely even noticeable. Azzi’s breaths get shallow and run together, little noises escaping her lips with every thrust, her hips and hands unable to stay still as she grasps for Paige like she’s not as close as physically possible already.
“Paige, I’m- oh fuck,” Her voice breaks, and the sheer amount of desperation in her tone is enough for Paige to be sure of what’s happening.
“Gonna cum for me, baby?” She asks, and Azzi just nods, incapable of mustering any response beyond that in a coherent manner. Paige nods, pressing a kiss to the side of Azzi’s face, and braces herself to shift her weight on one arm, letting the other reach between them and find her clit.
The angle’s awkward and she knows she wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long- but she also knows Azzi doesn’t need much more, just wants her to feel good as she goes over the edge.
“Show me, princess. Wanna see you cum on this dick, pretty girl,” She whispers, and Azzi whimpers, nails digging into her back as she arches her back, impossibly close. Paige’s heart is nearly beating through her chest, and she’s trying embarrassingly hard not to let on how she’s pretty sure she could cum, too, trying to focus on getting Azzi there.
“C’mon, mama. Doin’ so good, so pretty for me. Let me have it, sweet girl,” She coos. Azzi nods desperately, shaky breaths heaving from her lungs as she chases the edge.
"Don't stop, don't stop," She pleads, and Paige hums, acknowledging the request as she presses a kiss to her face again, back tense as her hips roll into her at a pace she has no earthly idea how she had possibly kept up this long aside from pure obsession and a desperation to make her girl feel good.
"Never, baby. I gotchu, you're okay. Let go for me," She urges, and Azzi purses her lips, eyes fluttering shut and dimples popping as she tips over the edge of her climax.
Her head pushes back against the pillow and her eyes eyes screw shut, legs tightening even further around Paige's waist. A guttural moan escapes from her throat and for once, she doesn't even care how loud she is.
Her breaths draw deeper as she shudders through the remainder of her orgasm, little spasms of pleasure washing over her body, and Paige nuzzles close, dropping soft kisses to her shoulders as she slows her efforts. Beneath her, Azzi finally relaxes, body slumping against the mattress and her head lolling to the side to rest against Paige's forearm where it's pressed into the mattress supporting her weight.
Her hand comes down and entangles with Paige’s where it’s working her clit slowly, wincing as she pulls it away. “Too much,” She whimpers, and Paige chuckles airily, nodding.
“Okay, babygirl,” She replies, keeping the younger girls’ fingers intertwined with her own as she rests her hand on her waist.
“You good if I pull out?” She asks, and Azzi nods slowly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. “But… slow, okay?” She asks, voice small, and Paige swears she almost melts at the expression on her face.
“‘Course, baby. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” She assures, pressing a kiss to the shorter girls’ forehead before starting to ease the toy out.
“You okay?” She asks, giving the other girl a distraction as she works herself out from inside of her. Azzi nods, her fingers fidgeting lightly with Paige’s where their hands were intertwined.
“Yeah, I’m good,” She nods, her chest still heaving big breaths. She winces when Paige eases the toy the rest of the way out, but Paige is quick to soothe, pressing kisses to her shoulders as she leans further down.
"Good job, baby. Did so good f'me," She praises, and Azzi soaks it in. Paige sits up again, pulling at the buckles of the strap to try and get it to loosen enough to slide out of, and Azzi can’t help but giggle.
“Come here, dummy,” She teases, leaning forward to reach her. Paige obliges her request, picking up her hands so she has space to work, watching as she manages to release all the cinched down straps in the amount of time it had taken her to figure out which direction was tightening or loosening the device.
“I dunno how you do that, but you amaze me, f’real,” Paige mutters, a dopey grin on her face as she looks at the other girl, and Azzi rolls her eyes, a grin creeping across her face.
“You’re so dumb,” She dismisses, lovesick expression on her face despite her words as she pulled the excess of the straps taut, making it easier for Paige to slip out of them. She does, and once she pulls it off, she immediately discards the contraption onto the floor to deal with later.
Azzi chuckles at the thud it made against the ground, pulling Paige close, reveling in the feeling of the warmth of her skin against her own. She let her hands start to roam, fingers exploring expanses of soft skin that only she got to touch like this.
“You’re so perfect,” She whispers to the blonde, and Paige chuckles, a light flush spreading across her chest. Her hand settles on her waist, holding her close, while she lays on her back, one hand slung behind her head.
“You think so?” She asks, and Azzi nods, bringing her lips to drop kisses along her shoulders.
“Definitely,” She confirms, lips brushing against her collarbones. “Good strap game, too. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, after all,” She says, and Paige can’t help but laugh.
“Thank you, baby. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” The blonde replies, running her hand up Azzi’s bare waist affectionately.
“Mmm, I definitely did,” The younger girl whispers, her lips trailing up her neck, teasing a path to that one spot behind her ear that always seemed to drive her crazy.
“Now I think it’s my turn to make sure you enjoy yourself, hm?”
For once, Paige has no argument.
a/n: Thank you guys for reading and thank you again for your patience while I finished this, seriously! Comments and reposts are appreciated, remember to let me know if you'd like to be included in taglists in the future!
Disclaimer: Sorry for the robbery at the end, I really intended to include that scene but I was already at 9k words so I decided to just wrap it up. If y'all want a second part or smth, lmk!
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