Tears Run Down My....
paige x azzi
a/n: Truthfully I have no idea what I'm doing, but I've had this idea for a while of doing a few pazzi x sabrina carpenter song inspired one shots so here we are, the first of a few hopefully unless it sucks.
Lemme know what you think.
wc: 2.7k+
warnings: fluff, sexual content, fingering
It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon with no team commitments or assignments due, which is Azzi’s favorite kind of day, but not because of the same reason as most others. For most college student-athletes, a day like this means elite levels of rotting — watching Netflix, ordering Doordash for every meal, and moving as little as possible until it’s time to peel yourself off the couch to crawl into bed.
Azzi enjoyed all of that, let’s not get it twisted. On the other hand, her long-time best friend and girlfriend always had different plans for days like today. Paige wanted to be productive. Whether it was catching up on household chores or doing a project she hadn’t had time to get to yet, she was bound to be responsible for at least part of it.
That did something to and for Azzi.
Maybe she’s just easy for her girl, but seeing her take care of the dishes in the sink or folding their shared laundry pile or even, god forbid, building a piece of furniture, all had the same effect. She felt it right between her legs every single time.
Azzi is curled up on the couch with a blanket and a book in hand. She’s been reading for a couple hours and now she’s on the verge of falling asleep when she hears the front door of her apartment open.
It’s Paige. She hears her before she sees her.
“Hey, babe. I’ve got some ideas for dinner.” Paige calls out from the entryway.
“Oh yeah?” Azzi rubs her eyes awake, anticipating a conversation about which restaurant they’re going to order from.
“So first idea, Wing Stop.” Paige replies back as she comes into Azzi’s sight.
Azzi loses any train of thought. “Well hi there.” Azzi can’t help the big, playful smile that forms on her face.
“Like what you see?” Paige smiles back before giving her a wink. She leans back against the wall to give her girlfriend a chance to enjoy the view.
Azzi rolls her eyes and laughs at her smugness. “You’re so annoying.” But she isn’t going to deny that she does in fact like what she sees.
Paige is wearing a pair of green plaid pajama pants that’ve become a staple in her wardrobe. She’s not wearing a shirt, instead showing off her black Nike sports bra and the waistband of her boxers that are peaking just above her pants. Her hair is pulled back in a low messy ponytail.
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“You already know the answer, bighead,” she shoots back, but there’s little bite to it.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear you say it.” Paige scoffs before a short laugh bursts out of her.
Azzi just shakes her head, ignoring Paige’s probe for compliments her ego doesn’t need. She gets up to stretch her body awake so she can greet Paige properly. She lets out a sigh of relief feeling her muscles and joints loosen after sitting for so long.
Paige is still pressed up against the wall when Azzi reaches her and she gives her a quick peck on the lips. Paige wraps her up in a big hug and squeezes her tight while she ministers a trail of kisses from her forehead to her temple to the final destination of her neck. Azzi’s pajama shorts barely cover her cheeks so Paige can’t help but run her hands down her back for a quick grab of her butt.
They exchange another short kiss and then Paige is pushing herself off the wall, heading toward the kitchen. She opens the fridge to grab a bottle of water and goes straight to Azzi’s bedroom without saying another word.
Azzi’s not really sure what Paige is up to so she follows closely behind. She watches Paige move throughout her room clearly looking for something specific.
“Uh – what are you doing, Paige?”
“Looking for something.”
“Clearly.” Azzi quips back with an eye roll. “I can help you if you give me a little more to work with.”
“No need. Found it.” she says in a singsongy tone.
Paige is pulling out a large IKEA box from the back of Azzi’s closet. It’s a shelf that Azzi’s been meaning to put together since the beginning of the semester. Obviously, she hasn’t gotten around to doing that yet.
“I’m gonna put this together for you, mama.” She gives Azzi a kiss on her cheek before moving back out into the living room.
Azzi is in trouble and she knows it. She can feel her center getting wet already and she involuntarily clenches down there watching Paige move back down the hall with her back and shoulder muscles flexed from carrying the box.
She’s put on some muscle. Azzi thinks to herself.
Paige sets the thin box down leaning it against the couch. She goes back into the entryway to grab the small tool bag where she keeps her drill, screwdrivers, and whatever else belongs in there. When she returns, she immediately starts working, opening the box and pulling all of the shelf pieces out.
Paige sits on one end of the couch, eyebrows scrunching in concentration as she reads the instructions to make sure she has all the parts.
Azzi doesn’t offer to help. All her friends would call her a princess, but it’s not her fault. She’s been conditioned to sit back and let her girlfriend do things like this for her. Paige wouldn’t have taken her up on it even if she had offered to help. How do they think she got to be a princess in the first place? She’s been getting this kind of treatment for years and she’s not complaining.
Instead, she’s curled herself back into the opposite corner of the couch with the blanket pulled over her legs like she’s watching her favorite show, which she is.
Paige has the drill out now. She’s standing now, hunched over meticulously putting a couple pieces of the base together. Azzi runs her eyes up and down Paige’s body, very much enjoying the view. Her abs are flexed slightly so she can see the line down the center of her stomach. Azzi thinks about how much she’d like to follow that trail with her tongue. Her eyes move to Paige’s bicep next. It’s bent from holding the shelf in place while she uses the drill to secure the pieces together. She can feel her internal body temperature rising quickly. And then, when Azzi’s eyes land on Paige’s hand on the drill, she has to hold back an audible groan by biting her lower lip.
Fuck.
She wants nothing more than Paige’s big, veiny hand on her and in her where she needs her most. Azzi has to squeeze her legs together to alleviate the ache she feels, but it does little to help. Her heart is pounding and she can feel how her pussy pulses in time with it. She tries to adjust herself again and the only thing she notices is how much slick is pooling in her pajama shorts and onto her thighs.
Of course Paige would be doing something so hot on a day when Azzi chooses not to wear any underwear.
Azzi reaches behind her neck to rub out some of the tension that’s building. She’s doing her best to ground herself — she’s far too gone though. She decides to pick her book back up to distract herself, but she is not processing anything she’s reading because she keeps looking back at Paige every five seconds.
After about twenty minutes, Paige flips the shelf upright and pushes down on each shelf to make sure it’s sturdy.
“There. All done.” She smiles at her handiwork, proud of herself for putting it together by herself in such a short amount of time. “I’m gonna go put it in your room, Az.”
Paige is on the move again before Azzi can even reply, oblivious to the kind of effect she has on her girlfriend in these scenarios.
Azzi sees the opportunity though. She stands to follow Paige, ignoring how she can feel her arousal run further down her thighs.
Azzi reaches her room just as Paige is placing the shelf in the open space for it right next to her desk. Coming up behind her, she runs her hands up and down her back, followed by wrapping her arms around her waist to pull her close.
She gives her a soft kiss on her neck from behind and whispers right in her ear, “Looks perfect, P. Thank you.” Her voice is soft and sultry. Paige knows that voice well. She leans back into Azzi’s touch, enjoying the shower of light kisses Azzi is giving her across her neck.
She responds with a “You’re welcome, princess.” And then Paige turns in Azzi’s arms to face her, pulling her in for a slow kiss. She’ll never get over how perfectly their lips seem to fit together.
The pace is easy at first, exchanging open mouthed kisses and simply enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other. Although Paige can sense Azzi’s urgency increasing, she continues to control the pace, moving her lips slowly because she likes making Azzi wait a little bit — it increases the likelihood that Azzi will beg for it and she loves that more than she’d care to admit.
But when Azzi bites Paige’s lower lip, pulling it slightly and then sucking it between her teeth for a brief moment, Paige loses any restraint she has left. The kiss intensifies, both tilting their heads to the side to make the angle better. Azzi has one arm circled around Paige’s waist. The other one is in the blonde’s hair, making her messy ponytail even messier as she pulls Paige in close like she isn’t already as possibly close as she could be.
Neither one of them is sure who initiates it, but their tongues are now pressing and moving against one another. Both breathing heavy and letting out little sighs and moans as they make out.
Paige’s hands drag down Azzi’s body until they reach their destination — Azzi’s ass. She grabs two handfuls of it, kneading and massaging the fat and muscle. Azzi whines in response and Paige lets out a quiet breathy fuck between kisses. She’ll never get tired of touching and feeling her like that, it makes her head spin in the best way possible.
Without giving much thought, Paige lifts Azzi up and feels her legs wrap around her waist like they’ve done countless times. As Paige makes her way towards Azzi’s bed, she can feel Azzi’s arousal on her stomach. She’s absolutely soaked. Paige is worked up too, but they haven’t been making out long enough for how wet she is down there, which means that she’s been like this for a while. They’re still kissing, but when they flop onto the bed, Paige hovering over her girlfriend, she gives her a knowing smirk.
“You been worked up for a bit, ma?”
Azzi can only nod in reply. She bites her lip waiting for Paige’s next move, she’s putty in her hands at this point, just ready to feel her where she needs her most.
Thankfully Paige isn’t restrained enough to make her use her words like she often does. Instead she just reaches for the waistband of Azzi’s shorts. When Azzi lifts to help her take them off, Paige pulls them the rest of the way.
She basically growls.
“Damn, baby. Not wearing anything underneath.”
Azzi’s leg spread a little wider for her to get a good view and Paige just takes it all in. She’s absolutely dripping, pussy glistening in the natural light, arousal all over her folds. She sees how the slick is well past her center, trailing a few inches down on both thighs.
“You like watching me build shit for you, huh?”
Azzi’s hip buck up remembering what got her like this in the first place. “God, yes P. You know how much I like it when you take care of me.”
“What’s that line in from that one song…? Tears run down —”
Paige is cut off by Azzi whining. “Paige, please, can we not right now.”
She just laughs in response, deciding not to make her wait any longer. “I’m gonna take care of you right now, babygirl.”
Desperately she says “Yes, please… please — fuck,” knowing just how much Paige likes it when she begs. It’s a selfish endeavor, hoping it’ll make her move faster.
It works because Azzi feels two of Paige’s long fingers run through her folds. She does it slower than she’d like, but she’s not about to complain. Paige runs it up and down her folds, gathering as much slick as she can near her entrance.
They’re still face to face, Paige hovering over her, so when she brings her hand up to lick her fingers clean, Azzi can see just how wet she really is. She lets out a breathy laugh. “You should build shit more often.”
Paige sucks her fingers clean, groaning at Azzi’s taste, and nodding at Azzi’s request with a smile on her face. She brings her fingers back to Azzi’s center and doesn’t hesitate. She pushes both fingers inside in one quick thrust.
Azzi shuts her eyes from the pleasure, crying out a fuck yes as her hips naturally jolt forward to meet Paige’s hand. Paige starts a steady rhythm, letting her fingers pump in and out, moving with ease from how wet Azzi is.
She just watches her fingers disappear and reappear for a bit, watching how the slick starts to cover her palm. There’s something about seeing Azzi so turned on by such a simple task that makes her feel wanted, desired, loved.
All these thoughts swirling in her head make her move her hand faster. Paige isn’t just using her hand muscles to push into her, she’s using her whole arm to thrust with a bit more force, but with the way Azzi is moving to meet her, it doesn’t feel like enough.
So she adjusts herself on the bed, still on top of Azzi, but she lets her body rest on top of her now so they’re fully pressed up against one another. And once she’s in the right position, she starts to use her own hips to grind into Azzi while her own hand is still between them.
This gets the desired response, as Azzi claws at Paige’s back.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah — keep doing that.” Azzi cries out between moans.
So Paige keeps going. She snaps her hips into Azzi in time with her fingers working in and out of her. She curls her fingers up to touch her as deep as she can go every time she’s fully inside. It’s a rhythm that has Azzi whining those high pitched moans letting them both know she’s getting close.
And like always, Paige can’t help herself from praising her girl.
“You’re so perfect, Az. So wet for me.”
“Sound so pretty, baby — keep letting me know how good it feels.”
“Pussy so tight.”
The pressure continues to build with every thrust, every squeak from the bedframe, every sigh of pleasure.
Despite Paige still being fully clothed, the movement is working her up as well. She starts groaning with every thrust, moving her hips in a way that catches her own clit in just the right way. Recognizing how good that feels, she keeps going regardless of how much her own wrist aches at the angle and pressure she’s putting on it.
“P, I’m close.”
“I gotchu.” Paige starts grinding the heel of her hand into Azzi’s clit while she continues to pump in and out of her. “Fuck — yes, yes, yes…” Azzi continues to cry out as she reaches her climax. When her legs shake, closing and squeezing around Paige’s hips, her head falls back with a blissful smile across her face. Paige doesn’t remove her hand just yet, letting her fingers rest inside Azzi as her pussy continues to clench around them in pulses, knowing that she’s not ready to feel empty just yet.
“Fuck, P. That was amazing. Thank you”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Azzi reaches out for Paige to give her a kiss. It’s slow and messy, and it deepens quickly. Paige starts to move her fingers again, out of habit more than anything. Azzi reaches down to stop her though, pulling Paige’s fingers out of herself. She hates the initial emptiness, but the thought of returning the favor is too strong to stop her.
“It’s your turn now.”
