This didn’t happen often , only at your neediest moments. When you’d grab onto Azzi’s biceps as soon as she walked through the door, already about to pounce. “What u need baby?” Azzi would tease with a little taste of dark warmth lingering on her breath that quickly would lead into a kiss. Her hands all over your body and your fuzzy mind like putty in her hands, she’d whisper praises as she’d rock your hips into hers.
You had discarded your jeans a while before Azzi got home, too needy to fight the friction. So there you were, already in your panties with a damp spot formed. A tank top with no bra because your nipples were too sensitive to handle it. “You sure are a needy girl today huh?” She cooed as you grinded into her lap on the couch.
“M-mhm” you whined, her voice made the issue between your legs worse. “Do whatever you need to feel good sweet girl” and that was your invite to use her as you wished. You settled your body over her strong thigh, feeling the muscles. You threw your hips into her gentle skin. “Missed you so much mama” you cry into her as she lay your head in her neck.
“M’ here now baby” she brought her fingers to massage the fat of your ass. She gave it a simple smack and you jerked. “Mmm, stop” you whimpered and she chuckled. “Shh, jus’ got such a cute butt” she kissed your hair. The need built up too much, you needed to be skin to skin. You moved up off of her for just a moment to remove your panties. “Such a sweet pussy” she giggled at the sight of your soaked folds.
She groaned when she felt you settle back down and she could feel the heat radiating from your cunt. Azzi’s long and slim hands grabbed a handful of your tits, circling her thumbs around the covered nipples. “So cute” she rubbed, you shivered. “I got you baby” she caressed your body in a devilish but soft manner. The lewd sounds of your pussy could be heard as your hips rocked.
She flexed her thigh muscles to add more stimulation and you cried louder. “Az-“ you said, gripping her shoulders. “So good f’me” her words slurred together as she held back her own mess from showing. “Mm I need your fingers” your cheeks flushed harder. Her thumb reached down to give your mound attention. Her fingers grazed over your clit and you cried again. “Oh fuck Azzi!”.
“Mhm..just like that, keep grinding into my hand” she kisses the crown of your head once again. Between all of the sensations you knew you wouldn’t last long at all. The band in your stomach tightened and more sounds left your mouth. “Az- I need..” your pupils were blown wide.
“I got ya, so good for me” she comforted you as the band broke, leaving out juices on her skin. “Mm- mommy” you held onto her as your pussy pulsed. She let one little pat on your cunt and left one more smack on your ass before she snuggled you into a hug. “Gotta get your cleaned up..” she whispered. “No, stay with me a little” you protested and who was Azzi to say no to you.
There had always been a deep layer to Azzi and Paige’s relationship that no one could really figure out. It was more of something that you knew was there but didn’t spend to much time thinking about. In college their teammates had an idea of what was going on but it definitely wasn’t something they wanted occupying their minds.
It was almost clear to the outside world and social media side that Paige is a hyper, outgoing, and dominating demeanor kind of person. With Azzi came the same thing but in the opposite way. Everyone thought of her as the shy, kept to herself kind of person. Boy was everyone wrong.
What social media didn’t see was the real dynamic between Paige and Azzi’s relationship. It wasn’t easy at all but not in the ways you’d think. Something that is true that the outside world gets is that, they are in a loving relationship and it’s unconditional. But what they say goes on behind doors is the exact opposite.
When people think of Paige and Azzi’s sex life they think: Paige(top), Azzi (bottom), and vanilla more than anything else.
Truth is: Paige (submissive), Azzi(dominant), and bdsm to the max.
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College days*
Azzi and Paige had just gotten back to the dorms and just like always ended up at Azzi’s. Their day was pretty normal; just classes and practice. What wasn’t normal was Paige’s behavior and Azzi noticed.
Azzi has no problem letting Paige be who she is on camera but something that Paige is trained to keep in the back of her mind is that Azzi is no exception. So at the end of practice Kk, Ice, Paige, and Azzi stayed after to get some shots up.
Azzi sat off to the side just watching and laughing as Paige’s ego inflated by the second. Paige had made a half court shot before the other 2 and they bet she wouldn’t. Cameras rolling and Paige being her Paige self. Today must have been an off day for her because after she got done talking smack to Ice and Kk she thought it would be acceptable to do the same to Azzi.
Obviously Azzi isn’t going to let anyone know how she feels, with her cool demeanor. Put Paige new she messed up. Paige told the girls her and Azzi were heading out and she’d see them later.
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Keep in mind Paige only had a few rules to follow that weren’t sex related.
1. Azzi got 100% respect no matter what 100% of the time
2. Paige wasn’t allowed to touch herself without permission
3. Paige’s education came before anything else
So far Paige has broken 1 and 3 that day. Azzi has the login to see Paige’s grades and any assignments that has been graded.
Paige told Azzi about an essay she had to write a week ago so Azzi went to check the grade she got on it and to Azzi shock she got a 43%. Azzi wasn’t going to say anything till they got back to the dorm and she didn’t. What Paige didn’t know is that she was already on thin ice before she decided it would be smart to talk smack to Azzi and be disrespectful.
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Back at Azzi’s dorm room*
Right off the bat Azzi brought up to Paige the way she acted at the practice facility and of course Paige said she was sorry and would change her ways. Azzi had no reason not to believe that so she moved on pretty fast from that but still not forgotten.
Again Azzi also wasted no time bringing up the 43% score on an easy that Paige failed to mention.
At this point Paige felt like she was being attacked and her true self started showing. Her true brat.
“But I tried so hard on it I don’t know why he did that.”
“Okay baby we could’ve talked about that and other ways to make up for it but you failed to mention it.”
Paige knew she was wrong so she had nothing to say. She did what she always resorted to: fake crying to make Azzi feel bad.
Azzi knew this behavior from experience. She walked over to Paige so she could have a mature conversation but the second Azzi hand rubbed Paige’s back, Paige tried to slap her hand away.
Azzi was never okay with that kind of behavior from Paige and this had only happened 2 other time. What came after the other times was 2 of the longest and draining nights Paige had ever had.
Azzi’s room was filled with all kinds of things for their sex life. So she knew exactly what to grab. Blind fold, Chasity belt, 3inc thick 6inc long dildo, and a 5inc vibrator.
First Azzi told Paige to get naked and not a second after that did Azzi wait to put the blindfold onto Paige. Paige especially hated the blindfold because it took away her senses of control over what’s going on. Azzi loved it for that exact reason.
Azzi brought Paige over to the edge of the bed and bent her over. Azzi had Paige grab both butt cheeks and spread them. Azzi didn’t do any kind of lube for Paige ever because she believed if it was a punishment no part of it should be easygoing.
Paige though, hated it. It felt like her ass hole was being ripped apart by dildo that should never fit in anyone’s ass. Nonetheless Azzi gets it in. Paige on the other hand has already started with the tears and whimpering. Azzi sees no point in paying mind to it.
Next up of course is the vibrator. Again no lube needed for this even though Paige is already soaked from getting a 6in dildo shoved up her ass. Once the vibrator is in Azzi says “make sure to not let the toys drop or you’ll be in a whole new world full of pain” smacking Paige’s ass.
Paige was good at holding the items in without using her hands because it’s every Saturday that Azzi will have Paige stand in front of the bed and have her practice holding heavier and heavier things in. If she lets it drop then she gets more time added on to the practice till she gets it right.
Moving on from that. Azzi goes to grab the Chasity and locks Paige in. With the blindfold and everything else Paige knows this isn’t just a certain amount of time, this is till Azzi says it’s over.
Paige still bent over the bed knows no talking is allowed in situations like this and to be truthful the whimpers, whining and crying is starting to get on Azzi’s nerves.
Azzi walked back over to get the rope and nipple clamps for her sub. She tied Paige’s hands behind her back and moved to grab the nipple clamps.
Azzi told Paige to stand up and after doing so she put the nipple clamps on and tightened them more than she ever has. Paige tried to pull away the whole time and said Azzi’s name underneath her breath, ending in a smack to the cheek and Azzi telling her “you got yourself in this situation now show me behavior that gets you out of it”.
Azzi had Paige get on her knees and grabbed the chain containing the nipple clamps. Pulling at it to have Paige follow her to the side of the bed. Azzi laid down and told Paige to “Like I said show me a Paige I like and this will be over soon. I want minimal movement, no talking or a gag will be put in, and don’t cum.”
Azzi switched the vibrator on and got to work on a list of things will need to do over the next few days as punishment. All while not speaking a work to Paige.
You sat between Azzis legs, stripped. Her large hand crept down your body, meeting your clit. Soft kisses being let off to your neck as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
"That's it, baby” Azzi murmurs against your ear, her breath warm and soft.
Her fingers trace lazy circles over your clit just light enough to make you ache for more.
“You’re being so good for mommy”
Her other hand cups your chest thumb brushing over your nipple, slow, teasing, She presses a kiss to the curve of your neck, then another, then a third, each one lingering. You feel her smile against your skin.
"Just relax for me, sweet girl. Let me take care of you."
Her fingers dip lower, gathering the wetness pooling at your entrance, then slide back up to circle your sensitive clit again.
Her touch speeds up barley , pressing harder, a small gasp escapes from your lip. Heat starts to build, you buck your hips into her fingers, needing more. But before you get too excited, she pulls back, pacing you.
“Not yet baby, we’re taking our time, remember?”
You nod, breath shaky. She hums approvingly and resumes her slow, maddening circles.
“That’s my good girl, let mommy take care of you.”
Her fingers glide down again, dipping inside you just a little, barely the tip of her fingers, before retreating back to your clit. Your hips buck instinctively, and she lets out a chuckle watching you start to lose control.
“Someone's eager huh? The longer it takes, the better it will feel baby. Understand?”
A whimper is all you can manage. She rewards your obedience it with another kiss, letting your tongue explore her mouth.
"Be a patient girl for me. Let me play with you a little longer." Her fingers resume their lazy movements, never quite fast enough, never quite hard enough.
She waits for your nod, then rewards you with a slow, deliberate stroke that makes your whole body clench.
The pleasure keeps slipping away every time she pulls back. Your hips chase her hand, desperate, and a broken sound escapes your throat.
“p-please Azzi, please. I need…”
"Need what, princess?" Azzi's voice is soft, gentle , as she watches you squirm. Her thumb presses lightly on your clit, just enough to make you gasp, then gone again. "Use your words."
"more... I need more... I can't take it anymore..."
Your voice cracks, and you grab her wrist, trying to force her hand down where you need it most. She lets you guide her for a second, then pulls away, laughing in your face.
She trails her fingers through your wetness, spreading it over your inner thigh, then brings them to her lips and tastes you.
"Mm, Tell me what you want again. Say it like you mean it."
"please, mommy, I'll do anything, just let me cum, please, I'm so close"
Your hips buck against nothing, and a sob catches in your throat.
"I'll be so good... please..."
She cups your face, tilting your head back, and kisses you slow, deep. When she pulls away, her fingers finally press hard against your clit, rubbing fast and steady.
Subject: Your relationship with Azzi finally succumbs to the cheating and lies
Warnings: toxic!Azzi, mentions of cheating, weed use, mentions of alcohol, age gap (2-3 years), I might’ve missed something :)
You first met Azzi Fudd at a party, during your sophomore year. She was a senior.
The led’s were bright, blinding anyone that accidentally made eye contact. The music was consuming and the weed was everywhere.
Your roommates had invited you, their pleas for you to finally have some fun convinced you to come. However, it took them only 10 minutes after you guys arrived, for them to soon replace you.
Your mind was quiet and calm, the opposite of the usual. The loud music filling in all the open space that your thoughts usually did.
In fact you were so lost in the music enjoying the rare mindless bliss that you didn’t realize the 5’11 women that appeared before you.
“Hey”
Your head tilts up, her voice cutting through the music.
“Hi?” You respond pack, confusion laced in your voice.
“My bad, my name is Azzi”
You don’t respond, your face still etched with confusion.
“You wanna smoke?”
The question settled waiting for some sort of acknowledgment. You weren’t much of a smoker but your mind screamed for something. So you said, “…sure”
The rest of that night was filled with coughs and laughter as the smoke glided around, your mind reeling in the calmness. And as the conversation flowed you realized, the something your mind was screaming for was, her.
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But now here you were staring at her, as if she was a complete stranger. Your mind yelling at you to leave, as your senses send it spinning.
Her body smells of liquor and someone else’s perfume, the thought of the girl making you sick.
You try to calm yourself, but you voice comes out strained and louder than planned
“You said you would fucking change Azzi! You promised…Yet here we are doing this shit all over again. I’m tired Azzi!”.
You watched as her eyes roll to the back of her head with agitation. Her face speaking before her mouth.
“Will you just shut the fuck up already?! All you do is bitch and bitch. You think you’re tired? I’m the one that bast deal with your shit” she says, her words raw and harsh as they cut through you. But before you can respond, she cuts in “maybe if you didn’t complain all the time, I wouldn’t have to get relief from other woman. Have you ever thought about that? Probably not…”
Your voice catches in your throat, tears welling up in your eyes her words play through your head. Your senses seem to stop for a second as her voice continues to hit you over and over again. When you finally speak you feel outa body, like your spectating the whole event.
“How could you fucking say that shit A…” your voice wavers under the stress as you try to continue, “actually you know what? you’re a piece of shit. I fucking hate you, I’m leaving we’re done”
Your vision blurs as you go to grab your stuff. Tears falling rapidly as fail to reconnect yourself.
Azzi is still, your words and actions not fully registering, and they probably never will.
Your movements are swift, as you force yourself to disassociate. But in the back of your mind you can’t help but hear the laughter and tears you guys once shared.
Your feet carry you to the door, your heart beating in pain as you walk through the threshold.
Apart of you hopes that maybe she’ll stop you and say this time it’s foreal, that the cheating and late nights are over. But you know she won’t.
Cause she’s Azzi Fudd, why have one when you can have more. She was never really willing to change.
⠀ ⧽ summary ˒ y/n's never felt more drained by school, and when she goes to finally relax with her girlfriend, she finds her with another girl, causing her to go seek comfort elsewhere ( grumpy!azzi x sunshine!reader )
⠀ ⧽ word count ˒ 1.3k
⠀ ⧽ content warnings ˒ reader's girlfriend (ex) cheated, crying, kind of rushed, also not proofread
⠀ ⧽ e's preview ˒ originally i was gonna make azzi be her best friend but thought that was done a lot so this happened instead. but i'm ngl i'd still be down to make a fic like that
⠀ ⧽ links ˒ azzi masterlist
She might’ve recognized the signs had she been more coherent this week, maybe even the past month. With professors conspiring to make their students' lives a living basket case, she had no other choice but to think about exams, projects, and a pile of homework her stats professor served to her on a silver platter.
But now, walking down the street after running out of her girlfriend’s, ex-girlfriend’s, apartment, it was all she could think about. The dry messages that rarely lit up her phone screen, the rescheduling of cancelled plans, only for them to get pushed back again, the subtle eyerolls whenever she mentioned hanging out over the weekend. God, how could she be so stupid?
Y/n started dating Jess at the end of the previous school year, a time when she came into her life, and y/n thought she was living in some sort of movie. But the honeymoon phase of a new relationship passed quickly, and by the time the fall semester of their senior year started, she’d never felt more alone and apart from her girlfriend.
However, with midterms quickly approaching and finals looming just beyond those exams, she didn’t have time to see what was in front of her face.
She barely talked to Jess this week, having thrown herself into her studies without much care for anything else, so it wasn’t a surprise that the first thing she did when she could breathe was head over to her girlfriend’s apartment.
She held a bouquet of tulips, Jess’s favorite flower, in one hand, a bag of their favorite snacks in the other as she climbed up the steps of the building. She slipped her key into the door, pushing it open as if it were second nature, kicking her shoes off on the small rug that sat off to the side, finally lifting her gaze only for it to fall on two figures on the couch.
“Oh- I um- well-”
Jess and the other girl, someone y/n vaguely remembered meeting once or twice, quickly broke their lips apart, both of their eyes widening in shock.
“Baby…”
“No, I should’ve texted, you know?” Y/n giggled awkwardly, fumbling for her shoes. “Completely my fault! I got a project I should do anyway.”
Before Jess could get out another word, the other girl was out the door, racing down the steps, leading to where she is now; tears sliding down her cheeks and walking wherever her feet were taking her. Subconsciously, she knew what she was seeking: comfort from her older sister, who was only one place at this day and time, her best friend’s apartment.
Y/n had known Azzi from the first time she visited Alex at school, her signature pout and furrowed eyebrows that made her look like something had wronged her in the moments prior to you seeing her. She grew accustomed to her dry texts and blunt answers, her tone always seeming as if she’d rather be anywhere else.
Her knuckles ached as she knocked on the door to Azzi’s apartment, looking down at the floor as the tears continued flowing down her red cheeks, bouncing anxiously while she waited. It took a minute, but then Azzi was standing in front of her, left hand clutching the door as she leaned against the frame on her right.
Y/n’s eyes swept over her, studying the buffalo check pajama pants Azzi wore as a second skin, the black, cropped tank top that had a few holes along its hem, and her hair pulled back lazily. Her breath hitched slightly, words stuttering as she spoke, “I-is my sister here?”
The girl’s whole demeanor seemed to soften at the sight of her best friend’s little sister, someone she’d harbored feelings for but always pushed them down into the depths of her stomach in fear of hurting either one of them. She noticed her tears first, both the ones that trailed down her face and the ones that threatened to follow them.
“Uh, no, she left an hour ago. You okay?”
Y/n sniffled, fingers slipping beneath her sleeves before crossing her arms over her chest and nodding, “Yeah, sorry to bother you, Az.”
She turned on her heels immediately, navigating her way to the stairs. Her actions were halted as she heard her name called out softly, turning to see Azzi right behind her, her hand reaching to rest lightly on her bicep, “You wanna come inside?”
Everything in her screamed yes, to stay and break down like she’d been needing to since she saw her girlfriend tangled up with someone else, to be held by someone she knew was nice and would take care of her. But a tiny, tiny piece in her mind told her no, told her to high tail it out of there and find her sister so she wouldn’t have to burden the girl that stood a few inches ahead.
Hesitantly, she nodded, allowing Azzi to lead her into her apartment, take her soaked-through coat off, hang it on a hook by the doorway, slide her shoes and socks off, and hand her a fresh, warm set of clothes that she could change into instead of staying in her cold, wet ones.
When y/n stepped out of the bathroom, Azzi already had a mug of warm tea sitting on the coffee table while she lounged on the sofa she had, a sweatshirt now covering her upperbody. Y/n sat next to her, still stiff like the thought of her being here was the greatest intrusion Azzi had encountered.
The moment Azzi’s hand brushed the girl’s shoulder, she crumbled, letting out a choked sob and leaning into Azzi as if her life depended on her. Azzi held her carefully, pulling her close so y/n could faintly smell the soap she used after practice earlier that day.
Her tears dampened the fabric of the newly washed sweatshirt, another thing the girl made a mental note of to apologize for once she got her emotions under control. But for now, all she could do was weakly clutch at it, burying her head into Azzi’s shoulder, enough tears pouring out to fill a river.
Minutes passed before she could finally calm down, sobs turning into small sniffles, her body no longer shaking like a leaf. Azzi’s hand still rubbed small circles into y/n’s lower back, just enough pressure for her to notice it was there but not enough to cause any pain.
“Hey…”
Y/n turned her head for their gazes to lock, a new heat brought to her cheeks when she did, “Hi.”
“You feel better?”
She nodded, “I think so. I’m sorry about your sweatshirt.”
“Don’t apologize.” Azzi delicately wiped the remaining tear stains off y/n’s cheeks, giving her a weak smile, “You wanna tell me what happened?”
That one sentence sent all of her memories rushing toward her like a semi-truck, eyes filling up again with tears, but she never felt more numb. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, drawing little drops of blood after a few seconds. Azzi’s hand moved to tug it free of its hold, “If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to. Don’t bite your lip, though.”
“Jess cheated on me.”
Azzi blinked, shock coursing through her at the words she heard, “She what-?”
“Walked in on her after my class today, some girl on the soccer team, I think, I dunno.” Her head lay back down on Azzi’s shoulder, her sole comfort now being her sister’s best friend.
“She didn’t deserve you, princess.”
“I should’ve been around more recently, I’ve been so-”
“Hey, don’t do that to yourself. You were stressed, she should’ve been there for you.”
A tiny yawn escaped y/n’s mouth, the events of the day wearing her thin. The other girl noticed immediately, brushing her hair behind her ear, “Tired?”
Y/n only nodded, curling a little bit further into her, “Go to sleep. I’ll call you, sister, okay?”
hi sorry its taken me so long to post part 2 I've been extremely busy with school and haven't had any time to post. i've started working on the next chapter and can hopefully get it out soon!
