#chefzzi

[the1975-10]

Chefzzi x WNBA!Paige Bueckers

ft. Kaitlyn Chen

Word Count: 19k

Warnings (MDNI): Profanity, Some drinking, Suggestive language, Sexual content - hate sex (kinda)

A/N: Here's the private chef fic - enemies to lovers! Hope you all enjoy! I look forward to reading the reactions and comments in my inbox lol 🫶

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Azzi was hired to be a private chef for a professional athlete, which was amazing. Good scheduling, good communication, great pay, and the best part? It was completely anonymous. 

‘Just deliver to xxx and ring the doorbell on your way out’

But when the door to the Dallas penthouse opened too quickly on just her third week to none other than Paige Bueckers, the lone WNBA player Azzi couldn’t stand, it led to…

…sex?

(And Kaitlyn Chen is just always on her phone, I guess)

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“The big Chefzzi Fudd now, huh?” 

“No, mom, cut it out!” Azzi scolded her mother on the phone, opening her laptop with a sigh. “I’ll always just be Azzi.” 

“I know that, sweetie, but don’t you think you should branch out a bit?”

“And what, get a bunch of sponsorships?”

“Well, that’s not all you’d gain-”

“No, mom. I told you, I’m never gonna do that.” Azzi signed in to her gmail account, clicking her tongue annoyedly at needing her phone for the passkey.

“But think about the financial securi-”

“I don’t need more money. They’re already paying me so much here!” 

Azzi wasn’t stupid. She knew that with her celebrity status, she could certainly leverage it to get never-ending brand deals, sponsorships, PR packages, you name it. But she didn’t want any of that. When she got into cooking at such a young age, she had promised herself that she would never let fame get to her head. If she ever made it that far, of course. 

Her success was unquestionable, however, measurable in ways like the attention she garnered during her very short run on Food Network. Her mere two guest appearances had garnered the most views on the channel. Ever. Just the first one’s success had even caused Azzi to remove all of her contact information from her instagram bio. At the ripe age of 16. 

She had finally felt at peace when the emails had died out, after being thrown into stardom (it took much longer than expected, but still). 

That was a life she never wanted, being scrutinized under the public eye. She never wanted a random outsider to be able to view her through a magnifying glass. Let alone 15 million of them, as would suggest her instagram following. 

It had fueled her career, though, earning her more than enough money to fully fund her desire to attend culinary school, and her eventual desire to get a bachelor's degree in food science in New Jersey. It also allowed herself to spend more leisurely than she’d ever thought she would in her early twenties…But she had to draw the line somewhere. On the off chance that clients managed to reach out to her, and she took interest in the opportunity, she never negotiated prices amounting to anything near a million dollars. She just couldn’t do it. She didn’t cook for the money. She cooked because she simply loved doing it.

She had negotiated her new salary down from what she thought was absolutely unimaginable, unnecessary wealth, to a solid 500k at the insistence of her new bosses, who had ignored Azzi’s protests of it still being too high. 

Azzi had to admit, though, it was a nice salary.

Her new client came with an exciting move to Dallas, Texas, too. And well, how could Azzi, who had been stuck in Princeton, New Jersey for six years, say no to that?

“I don’t even have to interact with my client this time.” Azzi said, cutting through the silence. She propped her phone back up on the table before beginning to comb through her emails. “It’s completely anonymous!”

She was especially glad that her new client didn’t seem to concern herself about Azzi’s fame, if she even knew about it. It was relieving, really, to be cooking for someone who potentially recognized your name, but not really having to interact with them.

“Hmm, that’s great, honey, but does that not feel kind of weird?” 

Azzi frowned, looking back over at her phone. “No…? Why would it?” 

“When you don’t even know who you’re cooking for?”

“Um, no, not really?”

“What if they’re a serial killer?”

“Mom!”

“It was a legitimate question!” Katie lasted about two seconds before she started laughing. “Okay, no, I’m kidding. I love you, sweetie, I’m just looking out for you. I’m really glad that you’re so happy in Texas.”

And Azzi truly was. The somewhat-strange arrangement had allowed for a very flexible schedule. She found herself wandering downtown during the athlete’s away games, spending hours in local coffeeshops, tanning in the Dallas heat…

“And it has to be nice being around Kaitlyn again, right? I know how hard it was for you two, being apart for three years.” her mother continued.

She smiled at this. It was nice. Really nice. Her favorite part of it all had to be reuniting with Kaitlyn. They met back in college and had clicked almost instantly, becoming close a mere week after term had started; her freshman year and Kaitlyn’s sophomore year. She had attended so many of her games that she could still recall the Princeton student section chants. 

Azzi had even attended Kaitlyn’s draft, who, after spending her two redshirt seasons at UConn, had gotten drafted in the late first round to none other than the Dallas Wings, Texas’s very own WNBA team. She was so excited for the first game of Kaitlyn's sophomore season, finally getting to support her in person…

“You’re friends with her teammate, what’s her name, Paige-something too, right? Isn’t that the girl you were talking about from her draft?” her mother’s voice continued, unknowingly stepping into dangerous territory. 

The smile fell off her face at the mention of Paige Bueckers, the #1 pick of the WNBA draft just two years ago. The stupid, snobby, arrogant-

“Not really. I only know of her. The number one pick. The rookie of the year.” she grumbled scathingly, rolling her eyes. She hadn’t told her mother about her blatant disdain for Paige, and wasn’t planning to anytime soon. “But anyway, yeah, I love being around Kaitlyn again.” She reminisced on her fond memories with Kaitlyn while beginning to look through the list she had been sent, of dishes her client was willing to eat.

Her brows knit together as she read through more of the options. 

“I hate that this stupid athlete’s such a picky eater, though,” she scoffed, distracted from their conversation. “I can’t even cook anything exciting for her. It’s all like- pasta, ground meat, mac and cheese, sandwiches, even more pasta...it’s all so boring!”

Her mother laughed softly, “You’re funny, Az. Aren’t you glad you finally get to cook some simple meals?” 

“I mean, not really! I never enjoyed cooking things that are so plain. I absolutely hated the unit on pasta in culinary school, remember?” 

“Of course I do, sweetie. I’m just making fun of you. It’s getting late here, though. I’m gonna go to bed soon. Love you.” 

Azzi returned her attention to her phone, picking it up. “Love you too, mom. Goodnight!” She ended the call with a wave and laid it face-down beside her computer. 

While continuing to look through the list of mystery-athlete-okayed-foods, Azzi scrolled a bit too far down, accidentally reaching the very first email in the chain. It had detailed the basics of what the job entailed, including a brief description of the anonymous-aspect of the job.

‘Just deliver to xxx and ring the doorbell on your way out’

Azzi smiled to herself as she read the line again. Maybe the athlete was trying to protect their identity because of their childish palate. She breathed out a laugh and scrolled back up to the list she had been reading, eventually deciding on a few dishes and jotting down the ingredients she would need to buy tomorrow.

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“Yeah, I’m kinda convinced they’re secretly a toddler or something.” Azzi laughed as Kaitlyn scrunched her face on the phone screen propped up against the child seat of her shopping cart. “No, seriously, she hates like every single vegetable. It’s so stupid. She genuinely has the palate of a toddler. I literally delivered her a bowl of cereal this morning, and then some mac and cheese for lunch!”

She walked into the dairy section, checking expiration dates before selecting a jug of skim milk. 

“Ooh, what if they are, for real?” Kaitlyn joked. “Like some crazy baby-athlete-experiment, or something?”

“Ew. These portions would be extremely concerning, then.” Azzi smiled, wheeling the cart towards the next aisle.

Kaitlyn laughed harder. “This athlete doesn’t eat, like, any vegetables? At all?” 

“I mean kinda?”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ve been-” Azzi paused, leaning closer to her phone, “Okay you can’t tell anyone, k?” She whispered, waiting for Kaitlyn’s skeptical nod before continuing, “I’ve been sneaking butternut squash and sweet potato into the mac and cheese.” 

They exchanged looks before bursting into laughter at Azzi’s antics. 

“You’re SO funny.” 

“I’m being serious!” 

“Girl, what if you get fired?”

Azzi thought about that for a moment. If she did get fired, it surely wouldn’t be for this. She had done it a handful of times now, and had even received emails from her boss detailing that her client had especially loved her mac and cheese, requesting it more frequently. “I mean, I guess I could, but they seem to really like it. Probably because they don’t know what’s in it.” 

They laughed again.

Azzi checked her list and started moving towards the produce section.

She paused, though, deciding to wheel the cart towards the frozen section first. She had been meaning to restock her ice cream collection recently, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so. 

Her face soured, however, when her gaze caught on a blue bag near the ice cream. Paige Bueckers’ face stared back at her.

Kaitlyn caught the look and asked, “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Azzi lied for no reason, directing her attention back at the Ice Cream for Bears selection. (“Cuz it’s healthier, Kaitlyn!” “Shut up. It’s not gross!”).

She caved when Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes at her, however. “Okay, fine, it’s Bueckers’ stupid face.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks for the clarity, Az.” 

“Ugh, it’s her stupid TruFru ad! Her face is on all the bags.” 

Kaitlyn snorted. “You really hate my teammate that much?” 

“I don’t hate her.” Azzi huffed, snatching a pint with considerable aggression.

“Right.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Bro, you haven’t even met her before! You love all my other teammates. Why is she the literal only WNBA player you hate?”

“I know enough about her.” Azzi muttered, dropping the ice cream into her cart.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing!” She started wheeling the cart away again. “Hey, I only need four more things, and I’ll be freeee.”

“Don’t you still need to cook dinner?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point.”

“And deliver it?”

Azzi kissed her teeth. “Still not the point.”

“Who do we think mystery athlete is, though? I’m honestly dying to know.”

“Hmm, do you think he could be an olympic athlete or something crazy?” 

“I don’t care about that, bro. They’ve gotta be hot, right? Like most pro athletes are hot.” 

“Um, no? A lot of ‘em are ugly. Like you, for example.” She stuck her tongue out at her phone when Kaitlyn flipped her off, immediately in a better mood than she was in the frozen aisle. 

But Kaitlyn had to ruin that, of course.

“Seriously though, what if mystery athlete’s your future husband or something?” She paused when Azzi laughed, then smirked, “…or wife. I’m not judging.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m still not gay, Kaitlyn.”

When Kaitlyn only smiled wider at this, Azzi groaned. 

“Ugh, I’ve just been going through a dry spell, k? And it’s only because I haven’t actually gone out in Dallas yet.”

“Whatever you say, Az. When you hookup with a Dallas hottie, do make sure to tell her you’re not gay” 

“I will hang up.”

Azzi continued shopping and bickering with Kaitlyn, occasionally pausing mid-sentence when trying to locate certain ingredients on her list. 

Kaitlyn’s voice rang through the empty aisle as Azzi dropped a large bag of flour into her cart. “Hey, Paige wants to go out tomorrow tonight after the home opener. You wanna come? Maybe you can meet some…not ladies.” 

“If you don’t stop-”

“Okay, okay,” Kaitlyn giggled. 

“But you said Paige…” Azzi started.

“Oh my god, I thought you were over this.” 

“Do I sound over this?” 

“Fucking hell, do I sound over this?” Kaitlyn mocked her in a high-pitched voice.

“You’re so sassy!” 

“Bruh.”

“Just answer the question!”

“You didn’t even ask a question.”

“Yeah! Cuz you interrupted me. So, is she coming?”

“Considering she asked if I wanted to go out…yes, Fudd. She’s coming.” Kaitlyn deadpanned.

“Consider me out, then!” Azzi threw up a peace sign and Kaitlyn rolled her eyes.

“Nooo, come on, I’ll make sure you guys won’t even be near each other the whole night. How ‘bout that?

Azzi hummed, pretending she was truly considering the offer, as she scanned the greens in the produce section.

“Pleaseee? It’ll be my treat; your first time out in Dallas!”

“Okay, fineee.” She grabbed the final ingredient on her list, parsley, and finally headed towards the cashiers.

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Azzi gingerly set the dish down on the brown welcome mat, stepping back to admire her work. 

She might’ve gone overboard on the plating this time, but hey, if (potentially hot) mystery athlete would start to notice her, it could be worth it. Because even if Kaitlyn was wrong and mystery athlete wasn’t hot hot, they had to be rich rich. 

It was a thought that popped into Azzi’s head every time she made her way up to the porch. The Dallas penthouse was simply stunning. 

It was tucked into a quiet neighborhood away from the commotion of the city, with lush patches of nature scattered throughout the property. Azzi was even 99% sure she had seen a lemon tree by the driveway, and what she believed to be a fig tree. She vaguely thought about it being near the end of the lemon season, and briefly wondered why the lemons looked so unripe in early May, before allowing her gaze to wander. 

She looked up at the sky. 

It was a beautiful Thursday evening, the warm glow of the sunset adding to the ambiance. The sleek, modern features of the home contrasted perfectly with the surrounding greenery, looking like something straight out of a Pinterest search, like ‘aesthetic nature mansion sunset’. 

Hmm, would I really say no to a man who’s this rich? Even if he’s really ugly…

She let out half a snort as she faced the door again and stepped forward to ring the doorbell before turning to leave. 

The unmistakable sound of the door creaking open halted her movements, however. No way, she was actually about to see who mystery athlete was-

“Oh, hey.” Mystery athlete said, tone clearly feigning casualness as the clatter of porcelain behind Azzi indicated they had picked up the dinner. “I’ve been meaning to catch you for ages. You always leave so quickly!”

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If mystery athlete had been hooked on their new private chef ever since they caught a glimpse of her on their Ring camera, it was nobody’s business but theirs. And, well, their manager, since they had been incessantly nagging her about the chef’s contact information. 

“Oh my god, not this again. She signed a contract that guaranteed anonymity on both ends. You know that. You literally signed the same contract.”

“I don’t read those, bro! That’s what you’re there for.”

“...” 

“Okay, but, it’s just a phone number! I already know she’s the Azzi Fudd. She’s just- she’s so-”

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to hit on her.”

“No! No. I’m not. I’m just…curious.”

“Uh huh. The answer’s still no. And don’t call me about this again on a random Tuesday.”

“No, wait, please!”

“No.”

“Shouldn’t I have her number in case of an emergency? Like, what if she burns her house down and I have to go save her?”

“She’ll call 911.” 

“But- no, wait-”

“If I give you her number will you stop calling me?”

“YES. Bro, thank y-”

“But you have to promise me you won’t bother her. In fact, you’re not allowed to text her until she does, okay?”

“Whattt? Not even a ‘what’s up’?” 

“I’m hanging up.”

“You’re still sending it, righ-”

Azzi’s A-list celebrity status confused mystery athlete when they saw that she didn’t even have her email on her Instagram. On her business account. She didn’t even seem to have a personal account, according to mystery athlete’s extensive research, which, considering the number of hours they spent searching, simply had to be true. They couldn’t even find any news about her that wasn’t at least two years old, from when she had catered for the WNBA draft that they happened to attend, too.

They had kept their word and hadn’t texted Azzi that Tuesday night. Or on Wednesday. Or on any other occasion their mind was filled with thoughts of the chef, which may have been much more frequent than the basketball star would ever admit. Oh, and they definitely hadn’t watched the Ring camera footage again. Multiple times. Now that would be creepy. 

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Azzi’s eyebrows moved up on their own accord. It was like a whole subconscious self-defense mechanism, with the way her heart rate had picked up, too. She didn’t want to turn around anymore. She knew that voice. She knew that horrible, awful, gravelly, sexy-

“I’m Paige, by the way. Paige Bueckers. I mean, you probably know that, living in Dallas and whatnot. Or- I mean, I’m sure you’d know who I am regardless of where you lived, but-”

“What the fuck?”

Paige paused. 

Azzi turned abruptly and glared at her. 

“I’ve been cooking for Paige fucking Bueckers this whole time?”

“Uh, it’s only been like three weeks-”

“Not the point!” Azzi snapped, crossing her arms, all hot and bothered.

“Wait, you really didn’t know?” Paige attempted to mirror her pose as best she could with one arm, earning her another glare.

“Didn’t know what?” 

“They really didn’t tell you?”

“Who? What?” 

“My team. They didn’t tell you that you were cooking for me?”

“Oh of course you have a team, Bueckers,” Azzi scoffed. “I’m over this. I’m leaving.”

Paige lunged forward and grabbed Azzi’s wrist before she was able to turn, careful not to drop the dish she was still holding.

“What is your problem?” Paige snarled, eyebrows creasing. “I didn’t know who you were either, so what’s the big deal?” 

“Ugh!” Azzi wrenched her arm out of Paige’s (surprisingly strong) grip. “Of course you don’t know who I am. Why would you!?” 

She stormed off.

Paige gawked at her slowly disappearing figure.

She dug her phone out of her pocket with her free hand and clicked on the contact she had been given by her manager. Finally.

Chef Azzi Fudd 👩‍🍳🥘 (don’t text, bueckers.)

She turned to start walking back inside as she typed:

214-744-9391: 

6:04

i assume they gave you my number, at least?

idk why ur pissed

i really like ur cooking dude

and ur getting paid a lot too bruh

Azzi immediately started typing, the little bubble appearing in the corner.

Paige jumped for some reason, actually jumped, and subsequently dropped the entire contents of her dinner on her front porch. 

“Fuck.”

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Despite Azzi clearly having read her texts, Paige never got a response. Not a single one to Paige’s four. 

Quadruple-texting on the get-go. Nice one, Bueckers.

It was now 7:04 am the next morning. A full 13 hours since their disastrous interaction.

Paige really didn’t know what had made the conversation go so poorly. She had just kindly introduced herself (with no intentions of hitting on the chef, of course). But that had immediately been shot down with the f-word. Two of them, to be exact. 

So Paige was confused. Sue her. She said hi to a pretty girl and got yelled at.

At least that was the short description she went with when Kaitlyn had called her at 7:00 sharp (their little routine). 

“That’s basically what happened! I was like- ‘hey, I’m Paige.’ and she was all ‘what the fuck? Are you Paige fucking Bueckers?’ and like ‘Fuck off!’”

“Your chef told you to fuck off after seeing you for the first time? See, I’ve told you before. You’re mad ugly-” 

“Bro, get out. I mean, she didn’t say that.” Paige shivered slightly as her AC turned on and blew cold air at her torso.

“What’d she say, then?” 

“I don’t even know, bruh. She said some stupid thing like ‘of course you have a team, Bueckers.’ Like that’s a problem? Like yeah, babe, I’m organized? I don’t know!” She scoffed.

“Ohhh” Kaitlyn’s voice filled Paige’s room as she drew the covers up higher. 

“What?”

“I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“You were being a cocky asshole.”

“I- what?”

“You can’t be serious. You were basically bragging that you have a whole team behind you, in like the second sentence you spoke to hot chef girl?”

“I wasn’t bragging! It just came up.”

“Oh, right. Cuz I always open up with, ‘my personal manager’s been up my ass about scheduling lately, but hey, you’re pretty. Can I buy you a drink?’”

“I will literally have our front office trade you.” 

Paige heard Kaitlyn’s laughter fade away as she seemed to continue going through her usual morning routine. 

“Well, did you finally text her, at least?” She asked her, returning to her phone.

Paige brought the sheets up higher, covering her face in a weak attempt to hide her embarrassment.

“Hello?”

“I might have texted her…four times.”

“You quadruple texted her? Oh, you’re so whipped.”

“I’m not! But it doesn’t even matter. She never responded-”

“HAHAHAH” Kaitlyn’s obnoxious laughter rang throughout Paige’s room again. She picked her phone up from her nightstand and took it off speaker, holding it up to her ear as she got out from underneath the covers with another shiver, stretching her limbs.

“Shut uppp. You’d do the same thing. She’s seriously the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

“I literally have a boyfriend.”

“You know what I mean, bruh.” 

“You can’t keep saying she’s hot and not send me pics! Or at least gimme a description cuz all I’ve heard from you is ‘hot!’ ‘pretty!’ ‘gorgeous!’”

Paige walked into her bathroom and grabbed her hairbrush, thinking of a reasonable lie to tell as she brushed her hair. Since she had found out during her previous (potentially second) deep dive on Azzi Jazlyn Fudd that she and Kaitlyn had gone to college together, and was like, 99% sure they kept in touch, she kept dancing around the subject when talking to Kaitlyn.

“Yeah, because she is hot, pretty, and gorgeous, Kaitlyn. And hey, I don’t have any pics-”

“Then how’d you know what she looked like before this whole interaction?”

“Um-” Fuck. “Okay, maybe I saw her on my Ring-”

“ON YOUR RING CAMERA? PAIGE BUECKERS.” 

Paige put her phone down on the edge of the sink before calling out, “Nope! Enough. I don’t wanna hear it. I’m leaving you down here.” She began brushing her teeth, taunting Kaitlyn every now and then with a ‘mhm, can’t hear ya,' whenever some of her voice would filter through the sound of scrubbing. 

She finished freshening up and changed before heading to her front door. She felt insane camping out in front of her own house’s front entrance, waiting just inches away from the door, only to (hopefully) catch a small interaction with her private chef. She kinda felt like a creep…

“Isn’t that kinda weird, though?”

“Um, no…?”

“Like that she hates you so much. I wonder if there’s more than she’s letting on?”

“Oh! Uh-” 

The doorbell rang before she could say another word. Paige jolted and quickly reached for the door handle, tugging hard-

But the door was locked.

“Fuck, the lock! Shit!” She fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door, practically throwing herself outside to try and catch Azzi at the door, jumping over the meal that sat on her welcome mat, but it was no use. She saw the back of Azzi’s figure jogging down the length of her driveway.

Her gaze most certainly didn't latch onto the bottoms of Azzi's matching workout set...that would be uncordial.

She sighed.

“You’re so stupid, Paige.”

“Shut up, Kaitlyn.”

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After enduring Kaitlyn’s teasing for the entirety of morning shootaround, which had become almost unbearable after her little morning ‘door mishap’, Paige closed the front door behind her and leaned back against it with a groan as she glanced at her phone. She had exactly 22 minutes until Azzi would drop off her lunch. That meant 10 minutes to shower, firstly, and then whatever time remained to make herself look presentable, and let’s face it, good. 

She wasted no time, setting her bag down in the hallway and bolting to the master bathroom, stripping in record time, and hopping straight into the shower. A solid 8 minutes later, she was drying herself while brushing her teeth again (for good measure), and repeatedly checking the time to the point where there was now what resembled a small puddle on her phone screen. 

She then got dressed, blow-dried her hair, used some mouthwash, flossed, sprayed on copious amounts of cologne, curled her lashes, and was in the process of applying some mascara when she checked the time again. 

11:59

Shit!

She screwed the cap back on and chucked the tube somewhere into the wrong drawer, slamming it shut. Nevermind having only finished one eye. She didn’t even bother turning the lights off as she made her way to the front door.

This time, she had made sure to leave it unlocked, determined to finally have another real interaction with Azzi. She checked her phone one last time:

12:00

Azzi was always very punctual, so that meant the doorbell was going to ring any se-

RING

Paige briefly panicked and dropped her phone. 

Stupid!

She made the split second decision to kick it aside before swinging the door open. She knew Azzi couldn’t run away that quickly, and she was right; she didn’t see her figure disappearing in the distance again. Actually, she couldn’t see Azzi anywhere. Like at all. She could still see her car parked in the driveway, but she wasn’t in it. Nor around it. 

“Azzi?” She called out, stepping over her lunch. She only had to take two more steps before she saw Azzi hiding around the corner, whose eyes seemed to widen when Paige’s head turned towards her. “Oh, hey, Azzi.” 

But again, Azzi bolted. 

“No, wait! Azzi!” Paige took another step forward to chase her down, but in her haze of Azzi Azzi Azzi, she forgot about her own porch having two front steps. She nearly faceplanted, catching herself at the last second, before launching herself back onto her feet. By the time she dusted off her sweats, though, Azzi’s car had already started pulling out of the driveway. 

“Fuck.” 

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Azzi had gotten the email from Paige’s manager at 4:00 pm. She was to deliver dinner at 5:00 tonight, instead of 6:00, since the Wings game had gotten moved up to 8:00 pm. 

“Fucking Cathy.” She muttered, closing her laptop at the sound of her oven beeping and grabbing her phone. 

She wasn’t really mad about the whole situation, especially since they had literally offered to give Azzi a 20k bonus for the inconvenience. 

“What’d you say?” Kaitlyn’s voice rang out. 

“Nothing.” Azzi grumbled into her phone as she wandered towards her kitchen sink before setting it down again. “The- um- mystery athlete’s game got moved up to 8 so I gotta go deliver her dinner at 5 tonight.”

“Oh, really? That sucks- Wait, mystery athlete is a girl? I was just teasing you before with the whole gay thing, but how do you know she’s a woman?”

“Uh-” Azzi scrambled to think of a reasonable excuse to cover for her slip-up while she washed her hands. She may have conveniently forgotten to reveal mystery athlete’s identity to Kaitlyn, especially since she wasn’t really prepared to make her true hatred of Paige known to her just yet. And considering Paige was one of Kaitlyn’s closest friends and her teammate of several years, she wasn’t really sure if she’d ever be. “Yeah, that’s what her team told me.” She replied scathingly, rolling her eyes and sighing as she pinched the phone between her ear and shoulder while grabbing some potatoes from a cupboard and chucking them into an empty pot. “I gotta go, though, Kaitlyn. I only have one hour to prepare and deliver this. I’ll see you later tonight?” She filled the pot up using the tap and set it on the stovetop to boil. 

“Her…? Um, okay, yeah. See you later, Fudd.” 

Azzi ended the call and set her phone down on the counter before grabbing the butter and turning another burner on. 

“Stupid flat top stove.” She muttered as she shoved a pan onto the burner, impatiently kissing her teeth while adding butter into the pan.

She reached across the counter to drag the enormous bag of flour towards her and continued making the roux while she reheated some premade steak bites (sue her.) and started boiling some pasta. She was winging it with dinner tonight, since she couldn’t be bothered to precisely double every quantity in a recipe she knew by heart. Why did Paige’s stupid team want her to cook two portions this time, anyway? Azzi cooked every single meal for her. There isn’t any need for Paige to meal prep. 

She frowned at the thought, adding milk into the pan, stirring for some time before adding some reheated sautéed mushrooms into the thickened mixture. The sauce came together right as the pasta finished cooking, so she chucked the meat into it before running off to strain the pot. Right when the pasta had finished cooking was when the potatoes had finished parboiling, so she ran off to strain that pot as well, before dropping them onto a baking tray. 

She smashed the potatoes with a glass in one hand while stirring the pasta sauce with the other. Thank god I preheated the oven earlier. 

She dumped the pasta into the sauce while simultaneously picking out seasonings for the potatoes. After making her selections, she started generously seasoning the now-smashed potatoes before pushing the saucepan off the burner and grabbing the olive oil from the bottom cupboard and drizzling it over the potatoes. 

She chucked it into the oven and went to wash her hands with a sigh. She was already worn out from avoiding Paige all day (a very taxing task, if you ask her), and had just cooked a 40-minute dinner for two in a solid 20. I’m pretty fucking good, she thought to herself while drying her hands. Wait, is Paige having a girl over? 

What the fuck? 

No. Or maybe yes. She didn’t care, though. At all. 

She shook her head and turned the oven light on, crouching down to peer at the potatoes that definitely weren’t finished. 

She just had the one delivery left and she’d be done for the day. She truly hoped the earlier game meant that Paige would be tired, herself, or something, and not in the mood to interact with Azzi. Because that totally makes sense.

Let’s just get it over with. 

Oh shoot, I need to chop some parsley-

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Azzi’s heart dropped to her ass upon pulling up to the now-familiar Dallas penthouse. 

Standing in the doorway was none other than Paige fucking Bueckers, all cross-armed as if she was upset, or something. It simply boiled Azzi’s blood. 

She was more bothered by what this whole gimmick meant; she’d actually have to talk to Paige again. She couldn’t possibly leave the dinner at her feet and just leave while Paige was standing right in front of her. She technically could...it was only because she didn’t have the audacity, but she could think of someone who would-

Enough. She got out of her car, moving leisurely. She had arrived 5 minutes early like she normally did, anyway. Only this time, she couldn’t sit in her car in her misery and then bolt to and from the door on the exact minute of delivery. She’d look insane. Well, Paige looks-

Insane? No. Azzi scoffed as she picked up the dishes and kicked the passenger door shut with her foot. I mean, she doesn’t look bad…but she’s definitely not hot. She’s not ugly, though…I guess she is pretty attractive. Not to me, of course. But if, you know, you polled the entirety of Dallas, I’d imagine 99% would say she’s hot. The 1% would be me, though. Definitely.

Her internal conversation brought her right up to Paige, as she stepped onto the doormat. She looked up and held the two dishes out, forcing a smile. 

“Here’s your dinner!” 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Paige’s arms remained crossed, and she sounded unimpressed. The dishes simply pressed up against her forearms. 

Azzi’s smile turned into a frown. “I’m not in the mood, Bueckers.” 

“Dude, Azzi, I just want to talk to you.” 

She brought the dishes closer to her own body as her arms tired. “What’s so important that we need to talk about it right now?” 

Paige cocked her head to the side, smirking. “Azzi.” 

“Bueckers.” 

“Will you please just talk for a bit?”

“I’m talking to you right now. More words than I’ve ever spoken to you before, mind you-”

“Okay, okay, thank you. I really do appreciate it.” Paige nodded slightly, stiff posture loosening a bit and taking a deep breath. “Could you actually come in for a bit? I don’t bite, I promise.”

Azzi paused, raising an eyebrow. What kinda trap is this? “Uh, why? Here’s just fine.” 

“Because…my AC’s on and I don’t wanna keep wasting energy. You know, cuz I care about the planet.”

“So step outside with me.” 

“Or- um- no, I was just kidding. It’s cuz- okay, promise me you’ll hear me out?” 

Azzi narrowed her eyes. What was Paige’s angle here? “Okay…”

“Our dinner will get cold.” Her smile was back on her face.

“...our?”

“Yes, our.” She was now grinning toothily at her, as understanding dawned on Azzi. 

“You had me stressing my ass off to make an extra serving of dinner in 30 fucking minutes cuz you wanted to have a dinner date with me?”

“Woah- not a date! Just a…conversation.” Paige shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Figured you owed me after swerving me twice, anyway.” 

“I have not been-” Azzi paused after catching Paige’s teasing look. “Okay, fine, maybe I have been avoiding you. But don’t you have a game soon?”

“It can wait.”

“It literally can’t?”

“Bro, I mean that we still have enough time. But aw, you worried about me not making the game or ‘sum?” Paige intertwined her fingers and brought both hands up to the side of her face, leaning into them with an endearing smile. 

Azzi grimaced. She also turned red. “Ew, no. Get outta here.” But she walked into Paige’s house nonetheless, not without shoulder-checking the blonde in the process, of course.

She could literally hear Paige smile harder behind her before she shut the door. And, well what do you know, her gummy smile certainly was plastered on her face when Azzi glanced back after setting their dinner down on the (very fancy) dining table. 

She felt the corners of her mouth twitch and quickly turned away so Paige couldn’t catch her little smile. She schooled her expression before drawing out a chair to sit down. 

Before she could so much as bend her knees, however, Paige lunged forward and shoved the chair back into its original position. 

“What the hell?”

“WAIT! Wait!” Paige drew the chair out herself before gesturing for Azzi to sit down, smiling again.

Azzi glanced between the chair and Paige’s stupid grin a solid 3 times before scoffing and sitting down. She almost got up and left at the little “Princess treatment, for you.” comment Paige made.

Paige followed suit, sitting in the chair adjacent to Azzi’s, but immediately realized that she had forgotten to set the table, rising and starting to make her way into her kitchen with a small “Oh, sorry-”

And if you heard Azzi snicker at this? No you didn’t. 

Paige returned with two plates and some silverware, handing Azzi hers before setting her own down. She gestured at the food, silently telling Azzi to ‘go ahead’, but Azzi didn’t take the bait.

“What do you want to talk about, Bueckers?” She crossed her legs beneath the table.

“What, we can’t just enjoy dinner?” 

“Not the two of us.”

“Why?”

“Nevermind why.” 

“Azzi.”

“...”

“Why do you hate me?” 

Azzi hesitated, her eyes darting between Paige’s. It had never occurred to her that she might have to answer this in front of her. “I don’t hate you-”

“You literally do.”

Azzi’s mouth snapped shut. 

“I really don’t.” She started fidgeting with the cutlery, turning the fork over in her hands.

Paige let out a sound of disbelief. “Azzi. Why are you lying? You’ve been avoiding me all day and you never texted me back- bro, Azzi, look at me!”

That got her attention.

Her eyes shot up. “Don’t tell me what to do, Bueckers!” 

And oh well, how did it always go from 0 to 100 so quick?

“Then at least be honest with me!”

“Oh, fuck you, you’re so fucking entitled!” Azzi huffed, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m amazed your neck’s able to support your head with an ego that massive.” 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Paige growled.

“Exactly what you think it means! That you’re a- you’re so- you’re just so-”

“I’m so what?!” Paige all but yelled, slamming her elbow on the dining table and aggressively leaning into her hand, doing her best to pretend the impact didn’t hurt.

Azzi raised an eyebrow at her, but her expression morphed into a glare as she thought back to their first interaction. “You literally bragged about your stupid team when we first met, Bueckers!” 

“What else am I supposed to call them?” Paige frowned, fighting off a blush at Kaitlyn having clocked her earlier. “Not all of us are blessed enough to just have a perfectly curated online personality that’s cut off from the real world, Azzi!” 

“What are you even talking about?” Azzi laughed, confusion clouding her features.

“Your stupid fucking profile! On Instagram! It doesn’t have any contact info! Not even a fucking email! My team wouldn’t even tell me how they managed to reach out to you!” Paige’s face was turning redder with every exclamation and…confession?

Azzi’s eyes widened, “You stalked me!? You’re so fucking weird!” And if Azzi herself had done another deep dive into Paige Bueckers last night, it was really nobody’s business but her own. What did it matter that she now knew that Paige Bueckers’ favorite color is purple, that she’s wanted a dog for years, and that she loved herself a good glizzy?

“Don’t act like you haven’t looked me up, Azzi.” Paige smirked, trying to gain back the upper hand. 

“Ugh! See? It’s that look on your fucking face - you’re so full of yourself! It’s always you, you, you!” Azzi scoffed, jabbing a finger into Paige’s chest with every ‘you’. She left it there for reasons that certainly had nothing to do with Paige Bueckers being extremely attractive and having noticeable muscles beneath her touch. 

Paige seemed to notice her attention being diverted, unfortunately, and it only fueled her teasing. “You like what you feel, Az?” 

“Don’t call me that!” Azzi slapped Paige’s boob that was closest to her before yanking her hand away as Paige laughed. 

“Hmm, you tryna turn me on, Fudd?”

“Shut up! Do you even remember what you said to me yesterday? About the ‘whole world knowing who you are’, Bueckers? Well, I think you’re full of shit! I didn’t know shit about you until I saw you for the first time! You’re so arrogant!” She lied through her now gritted teeth.

“Well…” Paige started, annoyingly calmly, leaning closer. “We both know that’s not true since your first words to me were, and I quote, “‘Paige fucking Bueckers’?”

“Hmm, pretty sure I said ‘what the fuck?’ before that-”

“Not the point.” Paige tilted her head mockingly.

Azzi felt her cheeks redden at her miscalculation, but her tone held no less fire. “Okay, fine, maybe I’d heard of you before, but I didn’t until I came to Dallas just a few weeks ago!”

“Bullshit.” Paige scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“You went to college with Kaitlyn. You’ve known about me for years.” 

Azzi’s gaze darted around Paige’s features. First her eyes, then her sharp nose, down to her defined biceps, then back up to her really pretty eyes…

“I- no-” She spluttered, but Paige interrupted her.

“Kaitlyn’s offhandedly mentioned you a couple times, ma, and I know you went to her draft. You know, the one I was at too?” Paige was not about to reveal she had even combed through posts of Azzi's college days, trying to find any information about the girl.

Azzi scrambled to come up with a response, cheeks heating at the pet name, “And that’s just the fucking problem, Bueckers! You didn’t even get drafted that year! My best friend got drafted, and all you’re bringing up is the fact that you stole the spotlight by being at the draft! You just- you had to ruin her nigh-”

“Shut up!” Paige yelled, seemingly just as frustrated as Azzi now, slamming her fist down on the table and causing all of the dishes and silverware to clatter. “Oh, you don’t get to say that! You don’t actually know me. This is the first real conversation we’ve ever had. You don’t get to decide I’m a selfish egotistical maniac when I literally advocated for Kaitlyn to get drafted that night!” 

“Oh-” Azzi had forgotten the details of that night, in all honesty. It was a side effect of accompanying your best friend to her once in a lifetime draft - getting blackout drunk. “Well, maybe that was nice of you,” she admitted quietly, “But you’re still an asshole, Bueckers!” 

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Paige stood abruptly, her chair squeaking against the wooden floor. She turned the rest of her body towards Azzi and clenched her fists.

Azzi followed suit, uncrossing her arms. “You should see all the articles about you! There’s new ones, like, every fucking hour! It’s all Paige this, Paige that, and I’m so tired of it, Bueckers!” 

“So you hate me cuz I’m famous? Cuz you are too, pretty.” She took a step forward, leaving only inches between their faces as she snuck her hand onto Azzi’s hip.

“Ugh!” Azzi’s blush deepened at the realization that Paige’s smirk had reappeared (and it, maybe, had something to do with the hand that now rested on her hip, too). 

“You’re just so!” She pushed Paige’s chest with one hand. 

“So fucking!” Paige’s hand grabbed her wrist and held it at her chest, before beginning to lightly scratch up and down her forearm with her nails, sending goosebumps up Azzi's arm while they maintained their heated eye contact. 

“Entitled!” Azzi’s other hand flew onto Paige’s abs, pressing hard. “You’re such a brat!” 

Paige’s arm slid down from her hip, briefly squeezing her ass before rising to settle on her waist as she leaned further into her space. 

“And- And-” Azzi stuttered, suppressing a moan as her breathing quickened.

“And what?” Paige tucked a stray curl behind Azzi’s ear, their faces a millimeter apart now.

“And…you’re not even that hot!” 

Paige threw her head back and laughed, cruelly, as her hand found purchase on the other side of Azzi’s waist, pleased at the goosebumps she felt erupt beneath her fingertips. She looked straight into the doe eyes she had memorized via Ring camera footage, gripping her waist tight, “Really, princess? Lie better.” 

Azzi’s eyes widened, her gaze continuing to dart between the blonde’s gorgeous blue eyes, before finally, finally, sneaking its way down to her lips. 

Fuck, she was wet.

Azzi surged forward and connected their lips, both of them immediately fighting for dominance. 

Azzi had no patience left in her and shoved her tongue into Paige’s mouth, forcefully parting her lips. Paige’s snaked into her mouth in immediate retaliation, and Paige began alternating between stroking Azzi’s tongue with her own and biting her upper lip in a lazy rhythm.

Azzi’s hand slid back to the nape of Paige’s neck while her other hand remained on her abs, simply feeling her.

Azzi had to give it to Paige. She was toned as fuck. She doesn’t really know where she found the audacity (maybe from being in the proximity of Paige), but she rucked Paige’s shirt up and shoved her hand down Paige’s pants. She was pleased at the wetness she felt seeping through her boxers, smiling into the kiss.

Paige made a strangled sound against her mouth at this and walked Azzi back, shoving her up against the nearest wall, swallowing her grunt and making quick work of grabbing her wrists, yanking Azzi’s hands off of her and pinning them up above her head. 

Paige’s mind was reeling at the feeling of Azzi Fudd, the woman she had been crushing on for a solid three weeks (and maybe longer), making out with her. In her home. In her arms. She sighed into the kiss as she tightened her hold and rolled her hips into Azzi’s, earning a choked sound in response.  

She momentarily pulled away and ignored Azzi’s attempt of chasing her lips to just look. 

Azzi Fudd was truly a sight to behold. Even her disheveled figure cleared any woman Paige had ever been with before. Ever even seen, really. And here she was, looking up at Paige with so much naked desire. So much want. It made heat pool low in Paige’s stomach, as her gaze darkened. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, Azzi.”

She didn’t wait for a response, catching her bottom lip between her teeth before diving back in. Fueled by the small moan Azzi let out at this, Paige started moving her mouth over to the corner of Azzi’s mouth, planting gentle, open-mouth kisses. Then down to her neck, sucking hard and biting softly.  

“Spread your legs.” Paige commanded, warm breath tickling Azzi’s throat. 

“Don’t tell me what to- ow-” Azzi let out a small whimper as Paige bit down a little harder at her response, but it only made Paige huff out a laugh.

“You can take it, princess. I said spread your legs.” 

Azzi felt the heat pooling in her stomach drip lower and quite literally out of her sopping cunt at the command. She complied, widening her stance as Paige’s other hand found the curve of Azzi’s ass and began to knead it.

Azzi keened, back arching against the wall, arms attempting to free themselves, but Paige held them firmly in place. She halted her movements for a moment, bringing her mouth right up to Azzi’s ear. 

“Good girl.” she whispered, before abruptly shoving the firm trunk of her thigh between her legs and returning her attention to Azzi’s neck.

Fuck.

Azzi threw her head back against the wall at the action, squirming, as she felt herself get even wetter at Paige’s words. Her breath began coming out more raggedly.  

I have a praise kink…?

“Just fuck me.” Azzi murmured softly, turning her head to rest it against her bicep, giving Paige more space to work with.  

Paige hummed against her skin, “Who said we were gonna fuck?” The vibrations tickled her throat.

“Oh, fuck off-”

“I mean, I think you actually want me to fuck into you-”

Azzi cut her off by pouncing on her, wrestling her arms out of Paige’s grip and clashing their mouths together. 

Paige stumbled back in surprise, and Azzi used it as an opportunity to wrap her arms around Paige’s shoulders, gripping hard as she steered her into the living room. Paige didn’t seem to mind, hugging Azzi tight around her waist, pulling her further into her. 

If she wasn’t busy making out with Paige, she might’ve stopped to peer around the massive room. It was bougie beyond belief, the luxurious couch taking up most of the space, which locating was Azzi’s sole focus now (besides sucking face). They stumbled about for a moment before Azzi felt the back of her legs hit what she believed to be the couch. The thought was confirmed when Paige pushed her onto it, and she was nearly swallowed whole by the cushion as she leaned all the way back. Paige landed on top of her, pressing her torso into Azzi while bracketing her legs around one of Azzi’s thighs and continuing to kiss her feverishly, now cupping her face.

Azzi loved the feeling. It was like wearing a weighted blanket. A Paige-shaped one, who I hate- wait-

“Ungh!” Azzi’s moan interrupted her thoughts when Paige settled onto her thigh and shoved the trunk of her own between Azzi’s. The contact sent sparks through her body again, and she was sure Paige could feel her clit throbbing against her leg. 

She detached their lips to breathe, turning her head to the side as Paige grunted in frustration.

“You’re wearing too much shit. Take it off.” She demanded, sitting up slightly and wasting no time, hands moving down to the hem of Azzi's top.

Azzi surprisingly complied without complaint, but yanked the material out of Paige’s hands with a grunt, twisting her torso to the side to shrug it off herself. She turned back towards Paige, expecting to be just inches away from her face again, but was met with the sight of Paige sitting back on her heels, gawking at her, instead. Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to her chest.

Oh- I forgot I wore-

“You’re wearing purple lingerie?” Paige groaned, dragging her hands down her face as her eyes screwed shut. 

Azzi didn’t know what to make of this reaction, besides that her research had most definitely paid off. This, coupled with the pressure that Paige’s leg was still providing on her cunt, was doing her absolute wonders. 

It just wasn’t enough, though. For the both of them, apparently.

“Fuck, you’re so-” Paige felt the primal urge to just touch. She leaned over her and cupped Azzi’s breasts, before snaking her hands under the lacy material. “Can I take-”

“Yes. More.” She simply said, chest heaving, grabbing one of Paige’s wrists. 

Paige looked back up into her eyes, her gaze noticeably darker. 

“Oh yeah, princess?” She left her palms where they were, moving only her fingertips in small motions. 

“Feels so good- come on-” Azzi let out between ragged breaths.

Paige chuckled and reached around Azzi’s chest, leaning even closer as she did so. She unclasped the bra and started helping Azzi out of it, who (unsurprisingly) wanted none of that and tossed it off herself. 

Azzi suddenly felt shy at how exposed she was. It really had been a while since she had hooked up with anyone, let alone the girl she had kinda been obsessed with since…well- 

“Fuck.” Came Paige’s breathy voice. She was ogling her bare chest. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Az-”

Azzi flushed, instinctively bringing her arms up to cover herself. 

Paige tilted her head at this, and gently grabbed Azzi’s elbows, thumbs tracing gentle patterns into her skin. “Don’t do that, Azzi. You really are gorgeous. You’re body’s so- You’re so- Fuck-” She closed her eyes, sighing. 

“Okay, shut up. Come fuck me!” She grabbed Paige’s palms and pulled them back onto her breasts. 

Paige smirked, but didn’t give in that easily. “You’re so bossy, princess.”

“Are you gonna call me princess when you fuck me, too?”

“Again, I don’t know who said I was gonna fuck you-”

Azzi briefly lowered her thigh before driving it roughly into Paige’s center, cutting her off as her breath caught. Her cunt squelched obscenely, presumably as her soaked boxers were shoved against her. 

Azzi smiled sweetly. “Mm, I think your pussy says so.” 

“You little-”

Azzi tried pulling Paige into her, but Paige held her ground. 

Her eyes darted between Azzi’s. “You really need me?” 

Azzi nodded slowly, maintaining their heated eye contact. 

“Mm, well you still have too many clothes on for that, mama.” Paige purred, shrugging Azzi’s hands off of hers and dragging her hands over Azzi’s chest and stomach before looking back into Azzi’s eyes when her fingers reached denim, silently asking for permission. 

She nodded again (eagerly) but abruptly shoved Paige off of her to unbutton her jeans and push them off her legs herself.

“Bro- the fuck?” Paige spluttered as she fell onto the adjacent cushion.

“Don’t ‘bro’ me,” Azzi scoffed. “And don’t be such a baby.” She teased, throwing her jeans somewhere onto the floor and propping her legs back up. She froze, however, when she noticed Paige’s gaze sweep across her entire body, mouth wide open. 

She blushed, realizing her glistening cunt was now on display under the thin lining of her thong, slick smeared all over her inner thighs. 

Paige was utterly enthralled at the sight. She started caressing Azzi’s calf, gradually moving higher and higher until she reached her thigh. Her voice came out strained. “Azzi- you wore a matching set? Are you trying to kill me? You’re so-”

Azzi squirmed under her. “Oh- ugh! Can you just-”

Paige finally gave in, bringing herself back on top of Azzi again and cradling her head with both hands as she kissed her feverishly. Azzi’s pussy clenched as their lips reconnected, further dampening her thong.

She let herself enjoy the moment for a bit before pushing Paige’s head away. “You too.”

“What?” Paige’s lips were shining, pupils dilated, and eyes slightly unfocused. 

“Take your clothes off, too.”

“I-”

“Strip, Bueckers.” Azzi said.

Paige blushed, heat pooling low in her stomach again. She stared at Azzi for a moment before relenting, sitting up and tugging her shirt off before awkwardly shedding her sweats, too. 

Holy shit.

Azzi had never really thought about the whole masc/fem aspect of being a lesbian, but oh wow, seeing Paige Bueckers in just her black sports bra and light blue checkered boxers was really doing something to her. 

Paige crawled forward between Azzi’s legs, spreading her open wider before settling. She leaned down right in front of her face and placed her hands on the cushion behind her, on either side of Azzi’s head, while she shoved a thigh into her cunt again.

Azzi went cross-eyed at the proximity, shrinking back into the cushions. Her gaze darted between the blonde’s beautiful eyes, and her breath hitched. 

Azzi felt slightly embarrassed at how wet she was, slick seeping through and around her thong.

Paige smirked, preying on Azzi’s flustered look. She whispered, “Oh, Imma fuck you so good, princess.” 

Azzi didn’t have a response to this, so she simply tugged Paige into her again, teeth clashing when their mouths met. Just a minute in, Azzi realized the lack of attention her barely clothed center was receiving, as Paige had become distracted and dropped her leg, and scoffed into her mouth.

As if she were reading Azzi’s mind, Paige grinded her leg against her again, and one of Paige’s hands began making its way downward from her smooth shoulder. Her hand moved along Azzi’s body, briefly fidgeting with Azzi’s naval piercing. 

“Fuck-” Paige detached their lips. “I didn’t know you had a naval piercing, Azzi. So sexy.” Paige said as she caught her breath, moving down to litter Azzi’s neck with open-mouthed kisses. “You’re so fucking sexy.” She breathed, warm air blowing onto Azzi’s neck and warming the spit-covered marks she had left before. 

Azzi tightened her hold on Paige. “Stop talking and just fuck me, Bueckers-” 

And if there was one thing Paige was good at, it was listening (this is just not true). She moved her hand lower, over the band of Azzi’s thong, and slapped her pussy. She smirked into Azzi’s neck at the loud gasp it drew out of her and pushed the material aside with her fingers before making contact with her folds. She kissed along her collarbone, encouraged by the whine the action had pulled out of Azzi, before licking a line down to her chest. 

She gathered some of her slick on two fingers before bringing them up. She rubbed it harshly onto her clit, earning a guttural moan from Azzi, whose eyes had rolled back in ecstasy, her grip on Paige’s shoulders tightening, nails beginning to dig crescents into her skin. 

Paige continued her ministrations as she sucked marks into Azzi’s tits, who mouthed incoherent words into Paige’s hair before dragging her head back up to kiss her again. 

Paige pulled back, halting her fingers’ movements, too. “Eager, huh?” She leaned back in. 

Azzi murmured a weak, “Shut up,” against her lips before cupping both sides of Paige’s flushed face and pulling her even closer. “If you don’t shut up and fuck me,” she said, lips ghosting Paige’s, “I swear I will go grab an unripe lemon from your fuckass lemon tree and shove it so far up your ass-”

Azzi cut herself off with a moan as Paige plunged two fingers deep inside her cunt. 

She wrenched her head out of Azzi’s grip, the muscles in her neck flexing, and went back to work on Azzi’s neck, sucking gingerly. Azzi’s back arched off the couch in pleasure, and Paige slid her other hand to her lower stomach, applying light pressure while her fingertips traced her naval piercing.

“Fuck you talkin’ about?” She began pumping her fingers in and out of Azzi at a slow pace, curling her fingers in time with each stroke. “They’re perfectly fine!” 

“Stop lying. They’re still fucking green. It’s- ungh- And it’s literally May!” She rocked up onto Paige’s fingers in time with her thrusts, mouth hanging open. She hooked her chin around Paige’s shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut, hanging on for dear life as her pace quickened. Each stroke pulled small sounds out of her that only fueled Paige’s movements. 

“Are you gonna keep talking about my unripe lemons,” Paige’s breath ghosted Azzi’s neck as she changed the angle of her thrusts, earning a whimper. She was reeling at the feeling of Azzi’s nails dragging against her back, “Or will you let me fuck you, mama?” 

Azzi moaned at the pet name, head falling back and bouncing against the cushion. She grit her teeth, however, standing her ground. “Yes! Why do you even have fruit trees- ungh- if you don’t take care of them? Do you even fucking water them?” Her eyes rolled back when Paige finally found her g-spot, her nails clawing their way deeper into Paige’s back as she moaned again. 

Paige mewled at the feeling before responding, “No? The fuck? They’re- mmph- they’re fucking trees. You don’t need to water trees.” She thrusted even harder, agitatedly curling her fingers against her gummy walls, earning a few more broken moans that cut through her own grunts. 

“You’re so fucking stupid, Bueckers- No wonder you play basketball for a living.” Azzi gasped when Paige started thrusting at an ungodly pace, palm starting to smack Azzi’s clit with each stroke, sending sparks up her body.

“I’m not stupid.” Paige said firmly, somehow thrusting even faster. 

“Sure. Too fast-” 

“Didn’t you want me to shut up and fuck you? Why’re you still talking?” 

“Wait, it’s too fast- um- cuz you’re- mmph- you’re so-” Azzi whimpered, stuttering. 

“You already told me that, ma.” 

“Slow do-”

“Be a good girl, ma. I know you can take it.”

Paige felt Azzi’s pussy spasm around her fingers and took mental note of the reaction, smirking into her skin. Her fingers continued pounding into her. “In fact-” she added a third finger, stretching her. 

Azzi whined. “Too much- wait-”

“Come on, you were being so good. I know you can fucking take it.” Paige finally took one of her tits into her mouth, relishing in the feeling of Azzi's nails digging even deeper into her back at the action. 

They went silent for a moment, the squelch of her cunt around Paige’s fingers filling the room along with the smack of skin on skin and the wet sounds of Paige’s lips sucking on Azzi’s nipple. 

Azzi started squirming, pushing Paige’s head off her chest. 

“Shit- I’m close.” She breathed out as Paige curled her fingers again, just right. “I’m gonna come.” 

“Mm, you’re gripping me so good.”

Azzi clenched harder around Paige’s fingers.

“Relax.”

Paige didn’t know how she got lucky enough to have an utterly fucked-out Azzi Fudd under her, at her mercy. Her curls were now disheveled, and her face flushed, breaths coming out quick and heavy. She’s so pretty. 

Her irises looked even darker now, swallowed by her dilated pupils. Her lashes fluttered every time she briefly grimaced in time with each deep thrust. The sounds her cunt was making were just obscene. 

“You gonna come already, pretty?” Paige cooed. 

“Ungh- yes- I’m so close-”

And Paige knew she wasn’t lying. She could feel her walls clenching harder around her fingers, each thrust becoming more difficult. 

“Mm, you think you deserve to come already?” 

Azzi threaded her fingers through Paige’s hair, trying to pull her in again. “Oh, fuck you, just let me-”

“No.” Paige relented, fighting to keep her head in place.

Paige knew she would be a brat. Knew it when she had first spoken to her. Knew it would be the case in all of the dirty things she had imagined doing to her. Azzi squirmed under Paige’s gaze, whimpering.

She smirked, “Where are your manners, princess? Say please.” 

Azzi frowned, eyebrows knitting together. “Huh? I don’t beg.” 

Paige sighed dramatically and pulled her fingers out of Azzi entirely, who gasped at the sensation.

“Wait- fuck, okay-” 

Paige stayed close, fingertips beginning to rub light circles into her clit as her other hand rose to palm a breast. “Just say it, princess. Aren’t princesses supposed to be polite?”

“Ugh, you’re so full of yourself.”

Paige tilted her head, waiting. She drew her hand away from her center entirely, and that seemed to do it. 

“OKAY, okay, fine.” Azzi attempted to pull her hand back against her, but Paige didn’t give in. “Please.” She whispered. 

“Hmm, what was that?” Paige leaned into Azzi’s space, their noses brushing. “I couldn’t hear ya, baby.”

Azzi ignored the heat that pooled in her stomach at the pet name as she glared into her eyes. She let her gaze briefly wander, taking in the smooth plain of Paige’s built frame, her abs, her bicep vein-

But she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t going to do it. She grabbed the back of Paige’s head with both of her hands instead, and dragged her forward to reconnect their lips. 

Azzi threaded her fingers through Paige’s hair again, thumb brushing the soft skin just behind her ear, earning a shudder. She pulled some hair experimentally and swallowed Paige’s subsequent groan, smirking into her mouth. 

At this, Paige’s tongue darted into Azzi’s mouth with renewed fervor, pushing her further into the couch. She gave Azzi’s tit a single hard squeeze before disconnecting their lips, fighting the force of Azzi’s hands attempting to keep her there. 

“Don’t you wanna come?” She began playing with her clit again. 

“Yes, but- ungh-” 

Paige shoved two fingers into her again, smiling when Azzi’s mouth remained open.

“You gonna beg?” She quickened her pace, palm already smacking her clit. 

“No-”

Paige slowed her movements, drawing her fingers in and out of her at an agonizing pace. 

“I think you’re gonna beg…if you wanna come.” She smirked again, moving her gaze downward and beginning to caress Azzi’s stomach with her free hand before squeezing a tit, mouth latching onto the other. 

Azzi wrapped her legs around Paige’s torso, attempting to drag her body even closer, digging her heels into her back, huffing when it made no difference. 

It all felt euphoric; the dual sensation of Paige curling her fingers inside Azzi’s sopping cunt, and the harsh sucking and kneading she was doing on her breasts.

She had never really had life-changing sex with anyone before, but that was what came to the forefront of her mind when thinking about this whole…experience. It wasn’t as if she had never gotten laid, but all the guys she had slept with were certainly subpar, if anything, compared to this. 

Is it cuz they were all…guys? Is this really what it feels like to be with a woman? Why was I ever with men? Azzi was all for self-discovery and shit, but she had to take a moment to realize that Kaitlyn had actually clocked her shit earlier. Maybe I really am into-

“Azzi…will you be my good girl?” Paige's fingers curled against her g-spot again, eyes now peering down at Azzi’s heaving body.

Holy fucking shit.

And, oh, was Azzi having a moment of self-discovery. 

Azzi felt her resolve thinning by the minute, fingers lazily scratching Paige’s scalp at the nape of her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed before peering into Paige’s dark eyes. Fine. 

“Please, baby.” Azzi pouted. “Please fuck me. Please, I really need it.” 

“Oh, fucking hell.” Paige breathed out, throwing her head back. Her pace immediately quickened. 

Azzi gasped, trying to adjust to the sudden pounding. “I’m sososo close, baby. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Her grip tightened around Paige's neck. She could feel it building again in her stomach, the coil so close to snapping.   

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stop, ma.” Paige added her third finger again, grunting, before she leaned down and captured Azzi’s lips, murmuring against them, “You’re so fucking tight-”

She started kneading her tit again, this time rolling her nipple between two fingers, and it was this that did it for Azzi, coupled with just how fast Paige was fucking her fingers in and out of her, and how she was curling them so perfectly.

“Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!” She tilted her head to the side, breaking their kiss and gasping in bliss, eyes remaining shut as her pussy spasmed around Paige’s fingers and her back arched off the couch. 

Paige felt her warm release coat her fingers, dripping onto her palm and enhancing the squelching sounds as she fucked her through it. She directed her attention to Azzi’s earlobe in the meantime, occasionally sinking her teeth into it before soothing it over with her tongue. 

She felt a slight twitch of Azzi’s body that she guessed was due to overstimulation, because Azzi squeezed her legs around her even tighter, whimpering. 

She slowly dragged her fingers out of Azzi’s cunt, sitting up. She gazed down at Azzi’s heaving body, whose hands dropped to her sides.

“You tired, baby?” Paige laughed at Azzi’s little nod. 

“...maybe.” 

“Mm, not too tired tho?” 

One of Azzi’s eyes opened at this. She turned her head to peer up at Paige. She squinted her eyes and nodded slowly, having a hunch of where this was going. 

“Cuz I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.” 

Azzi felt her pussy spasm at her words, a literal pool of slick dripping out of her. 

Paige glanced down with a smirk before looking back up. Without breaking eye contact, Paige brought her wet fingers to her mouth and began to suck them. It was an obscene sight, really, with the noises she was making as she moved them in and out of her mouth, and how she never broke eye contact with Azzi. She drew them out with a small pop and smirked again. 

“Hmm, well not for real, at least-” She was cut off as Azzi cupped a hand over her mouth. 

“Shut up and eat me out, Bueckers.” 

Paige raised an eyebrow at her before sticking her tongue out and licking Azzi’s palm, who drew her hand back in disgust. “Ew!” 

She used the moment to abruptly flip Azzi over, pressing on the dip between her shoulder bones to make her arch her back. 

“Bueckers.” Azzi warned, fighting against her grip.

Paige paid her no mind, simply dragging her nails down her back and beginning to palm her ass. She breathed out a laugh when Azzi moaned. 

“Holy shit, Az. Look at you, you’re so beautiful.” She said as she moved her hands lower and squeezed her thighs. 

When she brought them back up, her finger caught on the band of Azzi’s thong. She frowned.

“Why do you still have this shit on?” Paige muttered as she tugged her thong down a bit before deciding to just rip it off of her. 

“What the hell- that cost good money, Bueckers!” Azzi said agitatedly, planting her forearms underneath her torso and craning her neck to look back at her. 

Paige snickered at her annoyed expression, but simply tossed the ruined lingerie onto the floor. “I’ll buy you plenty more, baby, don’t worry.” 

Azzi caught the implication and found herself smiling. Paige wanted to see her again…holy shit this is my client. For a brief moment, Azzi came to her senses, eyes widening in fear. I’m literally getting fucked by my client. I’m definitely gonna lose my job- 

But she was reeled back into the moment when Paige put her mouth on her. 

She briefly sucked on her clit before licking a line from it to her hole, earning a guttural moan as Azzi’s eyes snapped shut.  

“Mm you taste so good, ma. Just how I imagined.” Her words vibrated through Azzi’s core as she returned her attention to her clit, deepening her pleasure, before biting down lightly.

“Fuckkk,” Azzi whined, barely registering Paige’s words of her having thought of this before. “Feels so good, baby. Ungh-” 

She plunged her tongue deep into Azzi’s gummy hole.  

Azzi writhed in pleasure, back arching further. She gripped the cushion underneath her with one hand, and brought the other under her. 

“Feels so good.” She panted, beginning to massage her own tit.

“Yeah, you like it?” Paige pulled back and replaced her tongue with a finger, pumping in and out of her rapidly.

Her other hand snaked around her body to her clit, rubbing quick circles. Azzi was dripping onto the sheets, slick messily coating her inner thighs. Paige’s eyes darkened at the sight of her dripping cunt, letting out a small moan herself.  

Azzi groaned, “Fuck! Yesyesyes.”

“Mm, you take me so good, baby.” Paige groaned, taking a moment to listen to the filthy sounds they were making. “You’re being such a good girl right now.” 

She watched as Azzi’s hole spasmed around her finger, more and more slick gathering around them with each thrust. 

Azzi moaned again. “Please- baby-”

Paige rewarded her with a second finger, starting to curl her fingers just right, doubling down on her efforts with both hands and leaning forward to litter her lower back with kisses. 

She continued fucking into her, and it didn’t take long before Azzi spoke up. “I’m close again-”

“Already? You gonna come for me already, princess?” Paige teased, drawing the hand that was splayed on her back and gripping her ass, then adding a third finger with her other hand, stretching her again. 

“Ungh- wait-” 

“You can take it, princess. Look at your pussy. She’s weeping for me.” 

Paige drew her fingers out of her abruptly before leaning over her and whispering, “Be a good girl and take it.”

She slapped her ass with her wet fingers and sat back on her heels to put her mouth back on her. 

“UNGH-”

Paige palmed both cheeks with her hands while eating Azzi out, her tongue rolling through her folds. Her eyes fluttered shut at the taste of Azzi, alternating between slow, strong strokes and kitten licks on her clit. She flattened her tongue over her clit and nuzzled her face into her, humming.

“So good-” Azzi breathed.

Paige used her hands to spread her open and began massaging her ass while she returned her mouth’s attention to her hole. She switched between it and her clit over and over again. 

“Holy shit, I’m gonna come-” 

She focused all of her attention into tongue-fucking her, plunging her tongue as deep as she could before swirling it around her walls and drawing it back with every stroke.

She could feel Azzi’s orgasm building on her tongue. Her walls were clenching hard around the intrusion, tighter and tighter. Each thrust was becoming even more difficult. 

“P-” Azzi whined, tilting her head to the side so her cheek rested against the cushion. She reached a hand behind her back, desperate to hold onto her. 

Paige felt her fingers graze the back of her hand and grabbed her forearm, grounding her. Her head remained buried between her legs, humming into her cunt, as she continued kneading the flesh of Azzi’s ass with her other hand and plunging her tongue in and out of her. She curled her tongue faster and faster, practically able to taste her orgasm coming. 

She momentarily drew her head back to spit on her asshole that was already covered in Azzi's slick from earlier, before sliding her thumb between her cheeks and reattaching her mouth to her cunt. She started rimming her asshole, increasing the speed of her movements after giving her a moment to adjust, eventually matching the pace of each stroke of her tongue. It earned a particularly long whine from Azzi, who gripped Paige’s arm even harder, nails digging into her skin. 

She nuzzled her face deeper into Azzi’s cunt, her chin brushing against her clit as she gradually pushed her thumb inside. 

Azzi came with a cry, the pressure that had been building deep inside of her snapping. Her pussy clenched around Paige’s tongue, who slowed her pace to stroke her through it. Her grip on Paige loosened, hand only being held there by Paige’s own grip now. She slumped deeper into the couch, breathing gradually slowing as she came down from her high, finally collapsing onto the couch and clamping her thighs shut. 

Paige smiled at the sight but chose to not tease her, considering just how spent the brunette seemed. She removed her thumb and lowered her body onto Azzi instead, planting slow kisses on her back. She paused at her shoulderblades, “You alright, mama?” Her hands slowly came up her sides. 

She hummed in affirmation, eyes remaining closed in bliss. Paige laughed into her skin, kissing up to her neck, and then her ear, and finally her cheek. She planted a soft kiss onto the corner of her mouth before starting to pull back, opening her mouth to speak, “Head so good, you-”

Azzi abruptly twisted her body and tackled Paige, pushing her back onto the couch, flipping them. 

“Hmph.” Azzi let out a breath, still spent, but smiled. “Head so good, I what?”

Dark orbs swallowed Paige’s irises, and her whole upper body was flushed. Her chest was heaving. A few droplets of sweat dripped down from Paige’s neck, pooling near the beads that were already on her collarbone. 

If Azzi hadn’t just come twice in a row, she might’ve had the energy to tease her about it. But honestly, all she could think of right now was to lick it. Her own eyes darkened as her gaze moved downward. 

She smiled sweetly at Paige who remained silent. “Aw, flustered now, baby?” Earning her a blush as she continued, “My turn.” 

She connected their lips while slowly dragging a hand up from her waist. She wasted no time in fully lowering herself onto Paige and kissing down her neck. The ends of her curls brushed against Paige’s décolletage, who shivered at the sensation. 

Azzi cupped her breast through her sports bra, fingertips lightly caressing the tops of her breasts as her breath tickled Paige’s neck. She moved back up, reconnecting their lips before breaking the kiss but staying close, whispering, “Can I take this off?”

Paige slowly nodded, lips ghosting Azzi’s at the movement, transfixed.

“Uh-uh. Use your words, baby.” Azzi rose up higher to meet Paige’s gaze. Her other hand began tracing patterns on the plane of her abs. 

Holy shit. Paige had never been topped before, usually sticking to being the one in control, as per the requests of her previous partners. But this side of Azzi? I could get used to this…

Azzi's hand on her stomach came up to tease Paige under her bra, gently caressing her ribs. 

Paige’s breath caught as she continued staring into Azzi’s eyes, gaze unwavering. Her hand snuck under the band entirely, and she began to lightly pinch a nipple. She grabbed the bottom of the bra with her other hand and searched Paige’s eyes in question.

“Yes.” She breathed.   

Azzi’s gaze returned to Paige’s chest as she started rucking the material up, freeing her tits, before tugging it off of her entirely. She was too busy admiring the girl’s gorgeous body to notice that Paige was complying without complaint. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Azzi's hands returned to the underside of her breasts, palms pressing against her ribcage.

When she was met with no response, she looked back up at Paige’s face, who wore a sheepish expression. 

“What?” Azzi whispered, bringing a hand up to cup Paige’s face and tenderly caress her cheek. She flushed under her touch. 

“I- um, I’ve never really been topped before,” Paige mumbled, looking away. 

Azzi’s first instinct was to tease her about it, but it was something about the way Paige was acting, the way she seemed genuinely embarrassed about it.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I’ve never even been with…” She paused, briefly coming to her senses and thinking to herself that she didn’t really want to feed Paige’s already-massive ego with the information that this was her first time with a girl, “...with someone like you.” 

She ignored Paige’s confused expression, bringing her hand up to cup the other side of her face and tilting her head towards her, instead, continuing, “But anyway, we don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable, baby.”

Paige flushed at the pet name. She couldn’t believe the effect Azzi was having on her; the way she was already putty in her hands. 

She looked into Azzi’s eyes again, and Azzi could’ve sworn that nobody had ever looked at her with such adoration before. 

“Can you-” 

But Paige didn’t get to finish her sentence. An alarm went off.

“Oh shit!” Paige tossed Azzi unceremoniously off of her, running off to the dining room where the sound seemingly came from. 

“Bueckers!” Azzi groaned as she landed on the floor with a thud, “Ow!”

Paige’s socked feet came to a halt halfway out the living room, sliding a bit due to her momentum. She turned back, “Shoot, sorry, Azzi-” Her head swiveled between Azzi and the dining room, but after another moment’s hesitation, she took a step towards Azzi. 

Azzi turned to hide her smile and called out before Paige got to her, “No, it’s okay, go.” 

But Paige made her way over anyway, helping her up to her feet and planting a kiss on the back of her hand before turning. “Okay, lemme go turn that off-” 

Azzi giggled to herself at Paige’s half-naked figure running off into the dining room. She felt all warm and tingly inside at the sweet gesture. She…actually cares about me…

Paige returned to the living room, phone now in hand. “It’s- I have to get to shootaround.” She said with an apologetic look, her free hand coming up to scratch the back of her neck. 

“Bro, I told you you’d be late for your game!” Azzi started heatedly, frowning. “You said you had time-”

Paige tossed her phone onto the couch and stepped into her space, hands finding Azzi’s waist, calming her. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna be late. That’s just my reminder to start getting ready.” 

“Oh-” Whatever excuse Azzi was about to come up with was silenced as Paige leaned down to peck her lips. 

“You’ll still be at the game?” She asked with a hopeful expression.

Azzi relaxed into Paige’s embrace, tone softening, too. She wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck and she began to play with her baby hairs. “Yeah, courtside…wait, how did you know I was going?” 

“Hmm, I think Kaitlyn mentioned it a few weeks ago.”

Azzi smiled, “Kaitlyn told you weeks ago, and you still remember?” She leaned closer, their noses brushing. Her gaze lowered to Paige’s lips, who did the same.  

“Um- yeah I- I’m just attentive when it comes to you, I guess? I don’t know, I-”

“Mm,” Azzi interrupted her, looking back into Paige’s eyes, “Still flustered, baby?” She let out a snort when Paige’s breath hitched, before taking a step back and shoving Paige squarely in the chest. “Go get ready.” 

Paige sighed, stumbling back. She grabbed her phone from the couch to double-check the time. “I meannnn, we do have 10 minutes before I need to leave…”

“Nope.” Azzi collected her jeans from the clothes scattered around the floor. She ignored the horrible sensation of the material meeting her bare, ruined center, and tossed her tank back on, too, not bothering to put her bra back on as she was driving back to her house first, before the game. 

Paige waggled her eyebrows, “Come on, that’s still plenty of time to-”

“Eat something, yes. We didn’t even touch the dinner I brought, Bueckers. Shouldn’t you eat before the game?”

“Oh trust me, I ate good.” 

Azzi didn’t dignify this with a response, choosing to chuck Paige’s shirt at her laughing figure instead. 

“Get your ass ready for the game, Bueckers.” 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

“So did you finally catch her when she dropped off dinner?” Kaitlyn dribbled the ball between her legs before shooting a three. 

Paige caught a pass from one of their performance coaches and shot her own three that clanged off the rim before responding, “Um, yeah I did.” 

Kaitlyn caught her strange tone and looked over. “What does that mean? What happened?” 

Paige refused to meet her gaze, choosing to catch and shoot another three instead. She missed again.

“Paige.” Kaitlyn chucked the ball she had been holding at her stomach, making Paige double over. 

“Bro, we have a game in an hour and a half- why’re you tryna kill me?” 

Kaitlyn looked unamused, now holding another ball between her arm and her hip.

Paige sighed, watching the next three she chucked up bounce off the front iron. “We kinda talked, but like, not really…”

“And again, I’m asking your stupid ass, what the hell does that mean?” Kaitlyn laughed, catching her miss and passing it back to her. “What, did you fuck?” 

Paige took another three, right as she said this, airballing. “No- we-”

“Oh my god did you really get laid right before the game?” Kaitlyn tossed her the ball she had been holding. 

“No! We just had a…really short conversation, that’s all.”

Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow at her, whispering as their coaches walked behind them, “Did you really not fuck?” 

“Kaitlyn!” Paige looked around, horrified that they might've heard.

“It’s a yes or no question, Bueckers.” She moved forward to the free-throw line, looking back once before beginning to shoot. 

Paige felt conflicted. She didn’t want to outright lie to Kaitlyn and say she didn’t fuck hot mystery chef girl, because she literally did fuck hot mystery chef girl. Twice. But what was the alternative? ‘Hey, I did fuck her, and she also happens to be your best friend! Haha!’ No. That wouldn’t work. She’d have to bend the truth…kinda. 

“Nah we didn’t really do anything, but I think she might be into me…I dunno though.” She airmailed her three-point attempt, likely due to the lie she just uttered. She took a few steps to her left, moving to the next spot.

“Mm, really? She doesn't hate you anymore?” 

“Yo, P!” Their head coach called out from the other side of the court. “The fuck are you doing? Keep shooting threes. You gotta make 5 per spot, remember?” 

Kaitlyn snickered as Paige grunted out a “Oh yeah, sorry,” and returned to her previous spot. 

She turned back to face Paige, “Why’re you playing so ass right now? You better not be this bad tonight. Azzi’s coming to watch, bruh.” 

Paige felt her face heat up at the mention of Azzi, turning away to catch another pass before missing again. “Oh yeah, um, I forgot she was coming.” 

Kaitlyn made another free throw before wiping her hands on her practice jersey. “It’s her first time watching me in person, you actually can’t be playing this bad, P.” She sank another one. “Also she…kinda hates you, by the way.” She glanced back at Paige as she said it.

Paige sighed before catching a pass and finally sinking a three. “I won’t. Don’t worry. And...I know.” 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Well, Paige did play ass in the first half, scoring only 4 points but having a slightly redeeming 6 assists (coupled with an unfortunate 3 turnovers). She was frustrated beyond belief, mostly because of the turnovers and missed shots, but also because she was making a fool out of herself in front of Azzi. Who Paige had remembered had courtside tickets when she had waltzed onto the court during the end of shootaround, sitting near the bench in a cropped beige and white striped long sleeve polo and a pair of matching beige slacks. And an enormous fucking fur coat. She looked amazing, with her hair pushed back in two braids and some shades on. She had even put on false lashes that perfectly accented her glam. It all looked so good on her…and Paige was playing assketball right in front of her face. 

What the fuck am I doing?

“P, less turnovers this half, k?” Their coach called out, the team huddled around him in the locker room. “I know you know that, but let’s stick to some safer passes.”

They were down by 14 to the Dream. Rhyne Howard and Allisha Gray were shooting lights-out, responsible for 34 of their team’s 45 first-half points. It was their rebounding that was killing the Wings (along with Paige’s poor shooting night), with Angel Reese out-rebounding Jess, Lan, and Li herself, 9-4. 

“We need to rebound better.” Their coach started, “They’re getting second-chance points that we aren’t. We can’t keep it to one-and-done if we’re not shooting well, got it? Keep crashing those boards.” 

He looked over at Paige again. “You. Paige, we needa get you going.” Paige opened her mouth to protest, “No, I don’t wanna hear it. I know you’re shooting 2 of 9 right now, but I need you to keep shooting. You’re one of the most efficient shooters in the entire league, you’re gonna make them eventually. Just keep shooting, P.” 

He turned to Kaitlyn, “Chen, we’re putting you on point. You'll be PG1 in the third, and the fourth if it works. Your job is to keep finding P, okay?”

Kaitlyn nodded, gripping her towel tighter in her hands. 

“Jess, Lan, I need you two to set better screens for her. I’m seeing Paige set screens for you two, but not the other way around, and that is fucking unacceptable. She’s a guard.” 

They both nodded. 

“And I cannot fucking emphasize how much we need everyone to play good defense. Paige and Kaitlyn can’t keep carrying the whole team on their backs. Keep your feet moving and bring your arms out when you can, k? Get in those passing lanes, double when necessary, and call out the switches and screens.”

“Second chance points.” He continued, “Make them pay in transition. Start playing defense. Fight for those rebounds. And Keep. Finding. P.” He emphasized each word, jabbing a finger at Paige. 

“Everyone got it?” He looked around the room, pleased at the nods he received. “Alright, let’s make it a fucking nightmare out there for the Dream, k? We can win this game; we’re not down by a lot. Remember what we need to improve for the second half. Everyone ready? Wings on three, 1, 2, 3-”

“WINGS!” 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

And improve, they did. Paige shot a lights-out 16-24 from the field, ending with 6-8 from deep, amounting to 38 points. She didn’t miss a single time in either quarter. She ended up stuffing the whole stat sheet, too, with 8 rebounds, 13 assists, 3 steals, and 2 blocks. She didn’t commit a single turnover in the second half, either. Her monster performance in the second half fueled the Wings’ momentum in the third, starting the fourth down by only 2. 

She scored a whopping 18 points in the fourth, leading the Wings to a 97-78 victory against the reigning WNBA champs.

She went through her postgame routine in a state of bliss, barely even registering what she was saying to the sideline reporter while lighting up the Wings’ little tower at halfcourt, and celebrating with the fans before jogging off to the locker room. She might have even been in such great spirits that she had discreetly blown a kiss at the courtside Azzi Fudd (who had briefly paused signing autographs) when running by her.

Postgame media was a blur, Paige morphing each question about her individual performance into how the team had allowed her to do so, taking the time to highlight her teammates’ statlines as well…

“Kaitlyn had a career-high 12 assists. Now, I know she only got so many cuz she kept passing to me,” She dodged Kaitlyn’s elbow, “But she really is a great floor general. I’m really glad we have her on the Wings.” 

…But she was glad to be done with it all, relaxing into the stream of hot water in the shower. 

She took her time drying herself before walking back into the locker room and pulling out the outfit she had packed to go out in, so she didn’t have to drive back home first. 

She paid no attention to all of the other items that fell out of her bag as she did so, firmly believing that the locker room wasn’t so dirty because of her, alone, thinking to herself that she’d pick up after she changed. 

She returned with the towel around her neck, smiling to herself, barely registering Kaitlyn sitting at her locker. She couldn’t believe she was able to turn her terrible performance around, ending with 38 points in their season-opener. 

She packed her bag rather messily and threw her towel and jersey into the laundry bin. 

I did that in front of Azzi, too. 

She stretched in front of her locker, groaning, before picking up her phone. There were a bunch of messages from friends, family, the old UConn group chat, all the usual stuff, and…

Chef Azzi Fudd 👩‍🍳🥘 (don’t text, bueckers.): 5 messages

Oh my god, she finally texted me! She smiled harder, opening the thread, all giddy.

Chef Azzi Fudd 👩‍🍳🥘 (don’t text, bueckers.):

10:40

Hmm, you did pretty well out there, Bueckers

Not in the first half tho…that was pretty embarrassing 🤭

Might’ve had a 40-piece if you locked in earlier

I’m jk. See you tonight? At the bar?

10:44

I’m charging you for the extra concealer I had to use on my neck, btw.

She smiled even harder, pleased that Azzi was now joking around with her, but of course, Kaitlyn just had to notice. 

“Ooooh, who gotchu smiling like that?” Kaitlyn whipped her leg with her own wet towel, cackling. 

“Ow-” She swatted at Kaitlyn, “Relaxxx.” She became aware of who was teasing her, however, and quickly locked her phone and chucked it into her locker with a loud clatter, blushing. Smooth, Paige.

Kaitlyn furrowed her brows but chose not to question it, returning her attention to her phone. “We still on for tonight?” 

“Hell yeah,” Paige said, picking her bag up (and the phone she had thrown into her locker). “Whole team’s still coming?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kaitlyn said. “And Azzi, too.” 

“Oh, right…” Paige was still looking away as she started walking towards the entrance, completely missing Kaitlyn glancing up at her. She called out, “See ya there, Chen!” as she left. 

 ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*・ﾟ

Azzi started backing out of College Park Arena’s parking lot, blasting some R&B in her car. 

She started singing along for a bit, but quickly became occupied with her thoughts again, going silent to think. 

Was it weird that I texted her? She played so well tonight…it was kinda hot how she took over- But wait, that’s still my client- 

She knew that what they did was deeply unprofessional, and that it would permanently change their relationship. There was absolutely no coming back from getting fucked by your client. Twice. They were definitely going to keep going, too, if Paige hadn’t had a game tonight. 

Does she even like me? Okay, who was she kidding - Paige was clearly head over heels for her. It only left the question of whether she wanted to be anything...or not.

Does she want to pretend like nothing happened? I mean, she did blow a kiss at me...maybe that was for somebody else, though? No, there's no way-

Azzi wasn’t sure what Paige wanted, but she had basically made up her mind during the game about how she felt, having gone over their interactions in her head. She had never felt this way about someone before. It wasn’t just the clashing hatred and annoyance with the admiration and want. They were feelings much deeper than anything she had felt before, which she did think was a little silly considering they hadn’t even had a real conversation yet.

Do I actually like her? She’s so fucking irritating, though. With her massive ego, selfish tendencies- wait, that’s not even true. She said she advocated for Kaitlyn at her draft- um-

She came to a stop at a red light, briefly covering her face with her hands. 

But she was an asshole at the draft.

Azzi had never gotten over what was technically their first interaction, in all honesty.

Yeah, she’s mean, irritating, egotistical, kinda funny, really pretty, buff as hell- fuck. 

Azzi opened her eyes only to find the light still red. She lightly banged her head against the top of the steering wheel. 

I like her. 

And that meant Azzi knew what she wanted. Her one fwb experience was batshit crazy, likely due to her going on a batshit-crazy-rampage after hearing that her ex-boyfriend was gay now, two months after their breakup, and she wasn't mentally prepared to go through that again. No, she wanted an actual relationship with...

Her car abruptly paused the music that had been playing, and a robotic voice called out, “New messages from 'Paige Bueckers, Hot Basketball Player’.” 

Azzi cleared her throat, rethinking the whole choice of a new contact name, but hearing it only reinforced her thoughts of truly having feelings for Paige. She held her breath and listened.

“Only pretty well? I scored 38 points, bro.”

She said bro, not baby or something- She probably doesn’t wanna date- It was probably just another hookup for her-

“Aight, ignore the first half stats, I made up for it in the second, didn’t I?”

Cocky, but that’s a given with her-

“Yesss, I’ll be at the bar tonight.”

Um, nothing much there-

“I’ll see you there, pretty.” 

Oh- She blushed. 

And there was the whole ‘never been with women’ thing, too. Actually, scratch that. A whole ‘never even liked a woman like that’ thing. Azzi had never felt this strong of emotions for a man before, even during her 3-year relationship with a guy in college, the one Kaitlyn had relentlessly teased her about for being a lavender relationship after he came out as gay, but she wondered if it held some merit on her end, too. She did always notice how pretty girls were, and, it wasn’t always in the most PG way…and she definitely admired them in a completely different way than any man-

Oh my god. Have I always liked girls?

She thought back to her experience with Paige earlier today, when she had wondered if her intimate moments with guys had been subpar because they were…well, guys. 

She made a mental note to talk to Kaitlyn about the whole thing if she ever mustered up the courage.

But Azzi was certain of one thing. She had feelings for Paige fucking Bueckers.

They needed to talk tonight. She couldn’t keep delivering Paige 3 meals a day with weird tension hanging over them, or something. 

She sighed as the music came back on. Just talk to her. You can do that, Fudd.

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But it seemed Ms. Fudd could not just do that. Paige seemed to be avoiding her like the plague. It was making Azzi quite angry, actually. 

She knew that, logically, it had to be because of her hanging around Kaitlyn the whole time, but she didn’t even say hi! 

“I told you I’d keep you two away from each other, bruh. Why do you keep looking at her?” Kaitlyn said, bringing Azzi back into reality. 

Azzi whipped her head back around. Kaitlyn was narrowing her eyes at her. “I wasn’t- it's not Paige, I was looking at something else.” She lied, continuing to sip her drink through the tiny straw. She was only a little buzzed, definitely not enough to justify shamelessly staring at Paige in public, but- she was just a girl.

“Mm.” Kaitlyn hummed. “Watcha looking at?”

Azzi glanced back over at Paige, who was now talking animatedly to Alanna over at the bar. She noticed a rather ugly guy on the other side of her, and landed on that as her excuse. “Um, it’s the guy next to her…he’s kinda cute.” She lied again. 

“Oooh, is that who fucked you?” 

Azzi nearly spit her drink out at this, eyes widening at Kaitlyn as she put her glass down on the table. “No! I don’t even know him! The hell do you even mean!?”

Kaitlyn lowered her voice conspiratorially, still glancing over at the ‘guy that Azzi found cute’, “Your concealer’s like 4 shades too light, by the way.” She turned towards her again, pointing at her neck.

Azzi clapped a hand to her neck, flushing. She caught Paige smirking into her drink in her periphery as she seemed to catch the action, “What!?” She whispered harshly, “Are you serious?” 

“Yes, it looks awful.”

“Kaitlyn!”

“What? I’m not gonna lie to you!”

“I finally got to tan after spending years in New Jersey, only for my best friend to shit on me?”

She laughed, “Yes, bro, but hey, why didn’t you tell me about it? Who’d you hook up with?”

“Um-” Azzi wracked her brain for an excuse.

“Ooh, did Azzi Fudd hook up with a girl?” She sing-songed. “You know, since you’re not gay.” She added, very helpfully.

Azzi didn’t dare to look over at Paige, whose attention she hoped remained on Lan.

“Keep your voice down-” 

“Oh my fucking god. Did you actually sleep with a woman!?”

“Kaitlyn!” She grabbed Kaitlyn by the shoulders and maneuvered her away from their booth (and further away from the bar), whisper-shouting, “Stop it! I-”

Kaitlyn frowned at her, struggling against her grip. “Alright, you hate when I tease you about being gay, bro, but never this much. What happened?”

“I- okay, I might have-”

Kaitlyn nodded once, telling Azzi to get on with it. 

“I…might actually be gay.”

“I knew it!” Kaitlyn shoved her chest, sending Azzi stumbling back. “I knew since earlier today, but I honestly thought you were in denial about it in college, too.”

“You- what? College? Earlier today?”

But Kaitlyn didn’t get a chance to respond, as right at that moment, some random guy bumped into Azzi and spilled his drink all over her. “What the hell!?” She shouted over the music.

“Oh, sorry.” He glanced over at her, blatantly checking her out before making his way back to his group, unbothered. 

Kaitlyn snorted. “Damn, that’s actually pretty bad.”

Azzi looked down at the damage, fearing for the worst, and sure enough, her light-colored top was soaking wet. And stained bright red. “Oh, shut up.” She grumbled.

“Why didn’t you say anything to him?” 

“What? You know I’m not confrontational-”

“Nah, cuz you said you’d been staring at him cuz you think he's cute.” 

Azzi stared dumbfoundedly at Kaitlyn before looking back at the not-random guy, blinking a few times, “OH! Right, right.” She looked back at Kaitlyn, who was now grinning, “Um…yeah, actually, I dunno if he’s my type. Anyway, I’m gonna go try and save my top-” She began making her way to the restroom, adamantly not looking back at Kaitlyn, who had shot her a look of ‘I know you’re spewing absolute bs right now’. 

“You’re telling me all about this girl you hooked up with when you get back!” Kaitlyn called after her, giggling as she returned to their booth. 

Azzi rolled her eyes as she stepped into the restroom, closing the door behind her and muffling the music, grateful that this bar had individual restrooms. She let out a sigh when she saw the true extent of the damage in the mirror, grabbing some paper towels and dabbing at it pretty uselessly. “Fucking men-” She grumbled when a knock sounded on the door. “One minute, I’m almost done!” She called out.

The door creaked open, however. 

“Yo! I could’ve been peeing or something- Oh, what?” 

Paige took a step inside and closed the door behind her, locking it. “I yelled at that asshole, don’t worry. He promised he wouldn’t come near you for the rest of the night.” 

Azzi just stared at Paige, pausing her movements. “You- oh, thank you. Um, hi.” She said rather breathlessly before turning back towards the mirror, avoiding Paige’s gaze. She didn’t know if she was happy to see her, honestly, but Paige had locked them inside, so she didn’t really have much of a choice but to interact with her.

She went through paper towel after paper towel, chucking each light-red-stained one into the trash after a few moments of trying to rid her top of the drink, trying hard to ignore Paige.

“So,” Paige started, taking a step closer. Azzi glanced up to see Paige staring at her through the mirror. “Are the deliveries gonna be awkward now, or?” 

Azzi froze. Oh, we’re diving right into it.

“Oh, you’re talking to me now, huh?” Azzi huffed, continuing her attempt at cleaning her polo. 

“What?” 

“You’ve been avoiding me the whole night!” Azzi said, annoyed, dabbing at her top a little more aggressively than strictly necessary. “You didn’t even come say hi to me.” She added quietly. 

“Azzi, you were with Kaitlyn the whole time! What if she found out that we- you know-”

“So I really am just your chef, huh? The chef you fucked?” Azzi said with no hesitation. “If she found out that you fucked your chef, that would ruin her image of you, huh?”

“No, Azzi-”

“It’s fine, Paige. I don’t know why I was thinking we’d…” Her voice trailed off, going silent while continuing her feeble attempt at drying her top. 

“We’d what, Az?” Paige was hardly a foot behind her now, still staring at her through the mirror. 

“It’s stupid-”

“It’s not, cuz then it’d be easier to tell me. We’d what?”

Azzi scoffed and turned around. She looked into the blonde’s deep blue eyes, “It is stupid. I thought you...actually cared about me and you’d wanna…I dunno…date or something.” 

“Do you wanna date me?” Paige asked softly with an unreadable expression on her face. 

Ugh, she’s so damn pretty- Azzi almost took a step forward before deciding against it, coming to her senses. She turned back towards the mirror, grabbing a few more paper towels, “I work for you. It doesn’t matter if I want to.” She grumbled.

“Hmm,” Paige took another step closer, chin hooking over her shoulder and arms moving to grip the counter around her as Azzi stilled again. “I’m pretty sure there isn’t anything in your contract barring us from dating…”

“You read your contracts? You’re not as stupid as I thought, Bueckers.” She threw the last of the paper towels away, placing her own hands on the countertop before finally looking up at Paige, who wasn’t smiling. “Wait, are you serious…?”

“Okay, first of all, ouch. I mean, I don’t read them, but I listen to my manager’s summaries...I’d definitely remember if it said anything about not being allowed to date you, though. I kinda had to beg her to gimme your number. I think she only gave in cuz I kept calling her about you, but she definitely knew I was tryna hit on you- or, I mean-” Paige rambled.

Azzi turned again, abruptly, hands coming up to grab both of Paige’s biceps. 

“You were that obsessed with me?”

“No, I- well, maybe-” Paige stammered. 

Azzi laughed, dropping her head into Paige’s chest. “Well, if we can, would you want to date me?” Her voice was muffled by Paige's tank. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it-” She smiled down at her, arms coming to wrap around her lower back.

“Oh, you’re so down bad.” Azzi giggled, welcoming her touch. Her breath tickled Paige’s collarbone.

“Stop,” Paige grumbled into her hair with little conviction. 

She drew back to look into Paige’s eyes. “I’m just teasing you. I love that you’re so into me…it’s actually pretty cute. I mean, you actually are into me, right?” She narrowed her eyes, searching Paige’s face for any sign of uncertainty. 

“I dunno about being so into you,” She teased.

Azzi let out a brief sigh of relief that this whole thing wasn’t one-sided before responding, “Right, Ms. Bothered-your-manager-until-you-got-my-number.” 

“Oh, shut up. Where’d your switch-up come from, anyway? I was truly convinced you hated me. I ranted to Kaitlyn about it all the time-”

“Wait, what? Kaitlyn knows I’m your chef!?” Azzi felt her heart rate pick up. 

“No, no, she just knew I was down bad for my chef, not that it was you.” 

“Oh, okay, good. Down badddd.” Azzi cocked her head to the side, giggling again. 

Paige shook her head at her antics, fighting off a grin. “Seriously, though, what was up with that whole ‘I hate Paige Bueckers’ act?” 

Azzi sighed and disentangled herself from Paige, taking a step back to sit up on the counter. She rested her weight on her palms behind her, dangling her legs and peering down at Paige's feet. Paige caught the hint and stepped forward, planting herself between Azzi’s legs, hands coming up to rest on her thighs. She met Azzi’s gaze.

“Do you remember Kaitlyn’s draft?” 

“The one you told me I stole her spotlight at? Yes.” Paige said with a trace of annoyance. 

Azzi put a hand over one of Paige’s, “I’m sorry I said that earlier. I really didn’t mean it. I might’ve been…kinda jealous.” 

“It’s okay, I could tell.” Paige smiled, “But you, Ms. A-list celebrity who literally catered for the draft that night, were jealous of me?” Paige’s eyebrows rose in disbelief. 

“You- you knew I was there?” 

“Bro! You didn’t think I knew that the world-renowned, beautiful Chef Azzi Fudd was there?” Paige ended her question with a smirk. “Oh my god, Chefzzi-”

“Shut up,” Azzi smacked her hand, ignoring the butterflies she felt in her stomach at the little compliment. "Wait, you told me yesterday that you didn't know who I was-"

"Not the point. Continue, princess."

“Ugh- well, at the draft, you were talking to someone named Nika, or something, about how ‘these events’ always had such ‘mediocre food selection’.” 

She grabbed Paige’s hand when she brought one up to protest, gently entangling their fingers and silencing her with a look before continuing, “You also said, and I quote, ‘Aren’t these hors d’oeuvres so stupid, Nika? Like who unironically likes this shit?’”

“Azzi-” Paige brought her free hand to her own face, smacking her cheek. “Azzi, baby, I promise that wasn’t a dig at you. I was in New York for a bunch of Coach events that week, and barely even had time to attend the draft. I was so tired of all the fancy food, and well, you know, I like to keep it pretty basic-”

“Oh-" Suddenly her whole grudge felt a little silly, "Well, I do know that part, you fucking toddler.” She added, smiling, her head feeling light at how casually Paige had called her baby in public.

“Alright, but it seriously wasn’t anything against your cooking. I need you to know that, k? I have mad respect for your skills, you’re seriously so good at your craft.” (The praise definitely didn’t make Azzi wet. Definitely.) “I also…might have decided to attend the draft itself instead of Kaitlyn’s afterparty because I…heard you were catering…” Her voice trailed away. 

“Awww, like I said, down bad.” Azzi scrunched her face and laughed when Paige dropped her head with an embarrassed look. “Thanks for saying that, though. You’re…a lot sweeter than I thought you’d be.” 

“Oh, gee, thanks.” 

Azzi ignored her, “I kinda…hated you since that moment. I actually despised that Kaitlyn had gotten so close with you, y'know, in your guys' UConn days? I honestly couldn't believe she had befriended such an asshole- No, I’m kidding, Bueckers. Kinda.” She shook her head when Paige opened her mouth in mock-surprise. 

“Hmm, did you despise our friendship, or were you just jealous?” 

Azzi pouted and grabbed Paige’s hand from her face, lacing their fingers together and putting both sets of interlocked hands on Paige’s shoulders. She shoved her lightly, “I was not jealous.” 

“Mhm. Whatever you say, princess,” Paige smiled dopily at her. “Okay, serious question, though.” She gently dropped Azzi’s hands onto her thighs and crossed her arms across her chest, “When were you, like, actually into me? Cuz after our first interaction, I kinda lost all hope of having a chance with you. Well, I guess you wore literal lingerie to deliver my dinner, but-”

“I wore it for all three deliveries today, actually.” 

“Oh, did you now, baby? You wore it for me?” Paige uncrossed her arms, hands finding Azzi’s waist as she immediately dropped her ‘tough guy’ act and stepped even closer.   

Azzi blushed at just how easy Paige was, but backpedaled. “Or, no- I mean- um-” She caught Paige's unimpressed look and stopped. “Okay, fine. Maybe it was for you.”

“Wait, it was for me as in, you wore lingerie for me? Or, like- was it a coincidence that it was purple? Cuz that’s my favorite color, and lemme tell you, babe, that shit was doing it for me- Oh, and your bra's in my car, by the way-” 

“Ummm.” 

Paige raised her eyebrows at her.

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck, leaning in and turning her head away, unable to look Paige in the eyes as she spoke, “I might’ve…looked you up.” She admitted, resting her head on Paige’s shoulder, adding, “...a few times.” 

Azzi felt Paige’s shoulders shake as she laughed, causing her head to drop back into her chest. 

“It’s not funny.” She murmured against Paige’s collarbone, hugging her tighter. 

“Right, it’s not funny, baby.” Paige’s arms tightened around her waist, too, enveloping the brunette in her embrace.

Azzi pulled her head back, looking into her eyes. She had a pout on her face, bottom lip jutting out. “Stop making fun of me. You literally told me you were tryna hit on me via my business Instagram, P.”

“I mean, yeah, but I wasn’t wearing a whole matching set of lingerie or anything to your place- Oh, and by the way, Azzi, that workout set you wore this morning? Chef’s kiss, bro.” 

“Shut up,” Azzi laughed, scrunching her face again. “But about when I started liking you? Hmm, honestly? I think it started last year at the draft...but I didn’t really know I actually liked women until today. Kaitlyn teases me all the time about ‘being gay’, but I had never seriously imagined, like, being with a woman-” 

“You what!?” Paige exclaimed, searching Azzi’s face for any hint of it being a joke. “You’ve never been with women before?” 

Azzi looked away, suddenly finding the paper towel dispenser very interesting. “...maybe…”

Paige started rubbing soothing circles into her lower back under the hem of Azzi’s top with both of her thumbs. “Az, I’m the first girl you slept with?” 

Azzi looked into her gorgeous, gorgeous eyes. Really, how haven’t I been with women before? “First girl I’ve done anything with, actually, yeah. I mean, I did put lingerie on before driving to your house this morning…which I put on at the asscrack of dawn for you, by the way.” 

Paige surged forward and kissed her hard before drawing back with a smile. “Oh, you’re in for a great time. You’re gonna love being gay, Fudd.” 

“I think I’m gonna love being with you, Bueckers.” 

Paige blinked, surprised at how direct she was being. “Do you…do you actually want to be with me? Like, for real?” 

“Yeah, I think I’d like that. I…really like you, P.” She finally admitted, smiling hard, before adding, “I mean, it’d be a lil cruel leaving you this down bad for me, so…” 

Paige ignored the last part, focusing instead on the nickname. “I like it when you call me P.” She whispered before leaning in to plant a tender kiss on the tip of Azzi’s nose. 

Azzi blushed again, her teeth beginning to show from under her lips because of just how hard she was smiling. She couldn’t believe how wanted she felt right now, just moments after having their first real conversation (the one from earlier didn’t count, of course). She felt safe in the blonde’s arms. Valued, in the way Paige spoke about her. And happy, the way their intense back-and-forths were now just playful banter…

“I knew it, though. You did hate me.” Paige jabbed a finger at her.

Azzi rolled her eyes, expression hardening. “Do.” 

Paige’s face fell for a moment as she searched Azzi’s poker face. 

Azzi couldn’t stand to see her wounded expression, though, and laughed. “I’m kidding. I don’t hate you, Paige.” She said, pecking her lips. 

And if Paige started grinning goofily at Azzi finally calling her by her first name? So what. And if they made out for a solid 6 minutes after the fact, and were maybe going to impromptu-fuck when Paige’s hands snuck down to Azzi’s ass, and she started moaning into their kiss, breathily admitting she’d been turned on the whole time? It was really nobody’s business. And if someone banged on the door to the bathroom, causing them to jump apart and frantically attempt to wipe Azzi’s dark lip combo off of Paige’s face before exiting the bathroom, disheveled selves and all, pretending nothing had happened? Definitely nobody’s business.

Paige teased her the whole way back, laughing, as Azzi rubbed the part of her white tank that had absorbed some of the stain from Azzi's top. “I might like ‘Bueckers’ better, Az. Or when you were telling me I wasn’t taking care of my lemons earlier before we- ow!” Azzi slapped her arm, drawing her hands back and crossing them. “Maybe you can call me farmer P or something- OW! This is domestic violence now, by the way, cuz we’re together.”

“Oh, now that we’re together, huh?”

“Yes, baby. Now that we’re together.” Paige smiled at her, eyes crinkling. 

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Kaitlyn narrowed her eyes at the scene in front of her. Azzi and Paige were walking up to the booth. Together. They were actually talking to each other. And laughing. No, scratch that. They were giggling. Paige’s top somehow had a stain on it now that was the same color of the drink that was spilled on Azzi…and she could even see that Paige’s hand was resting on the small of Azzi’s back… 

“Since when do you not hate Paige’s guts, Az?” She asked timidly when they approached the table, casually sipping her drink. 

“Um,” Azzi glanced over at Paige, who stared right back at her and dropped her hand from her back. She widened her eyes at Paige, subtly shaking her head to signal, ‘yeah, let’s not tell Kaitlyn just yet', before returning her attention to Kaitlyn with an exaggerated smile. “I actually don’t hate her anymore- we finally talked, and we’re cool now!”

Kaitlyn’s gaze flickered between the two of them for a moment before she (thankfully) seemed to drop it. 

Or not, I guess. “Is that why you were staring at her earlier? But y’all made up?” 

Azzi felt herself blush, throwing Kaitlyn a pointed look, “No, that wasn’t- I wasn’t-”

Azzi heard Paige let out a breath beside her and briefly looked over. Paige was clearly biting the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from smiling. She nudged her foot rather forcefully before returning her gaze to Kaitlyn, who was smiling at them. The shit we’d have to deal with if Kaitlyn figured it out-

“Oh, hey! Before I forget,” Kaitlyn started, turning to rummage in her purse. “I’m glad you’re both here for this, actually-”

Well. A truly horrific sight greeted both Paige and Azzi as Kaitlyn handed Azzi a random, purple, lacy bra…wait, no. Azzi’s purple, lacy bra that she had left at Paige's place…

“I was wondering why these were hanging out of P’s bag in the locker room earlier. Y'know, the one you bought with me back in college, Azzi.” She grinned at Paige, now, who looked mortified. “I’m just glad you don’t hate her anymore, Az.” She said seriously, turning back to Azzi.

“The same female mystery athlete whose game got moved to 8? The same one that has a team?” She continued with a smirk, now looking between them. “The same one you absolutely detest?”

Paige and Azzi looked at each other, eyes widening. 

“Oh, this is gonna be a fun night.” Kaitlyn laughed, taking another sip of her drink.

[the1975-10]

Chefzzi x WNBA!Paige Bueckers - Visualizer

(Ft. Kaitlyn Chen)

Azzi was hired to be a private chef for a professional athlete, which was amazing. Good scheduling, good communication, great pay, and the best part? It was completely anonymous. 

‘Just deliver to xxx and ring the doorbell on your way out’

But when the door to the Dallas penthouse opened too quickly on just her third week to none other than Paige Bueckers, the lone WNBA player Azzi couldn’t stand, it led to…

…sex?

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coming soon...

[the1975-10]

Masterlist - Oneshots

Chefzzi x WNBA!Paige Bueckers (ft. Kaitlyn Chen)

Synopsis:

Azzi was hired to be a private chef for a professional athlete, which was amazing. Good scheduling, good communication, great pay, and the best part? It was completely anonymous. 

‘Just deliver to xxx and ring the doorbell on your way out’

But when the door to the Dallas penthouse opened too quickly on just her third week to none other than Paige Bueckers, the lone WNBA player Azzi couldn’t stand, it led to…

…sex?

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Valkzzi x PR Manager!Paige Bueckers (ft. Gabby Williams, Veronica Burton, and Janelle Salaün) - Visualizer

Synopsis:

Azzi Fudd wanted nothing more than a clean slate; a new opportunity. To spread her...purple wings.

The exciting trade created more commotion than just ESPN headlines, spreading...internally?

The Golden State Valkyries PR Manager, Paige Bueckers, had long been obsessed with the girl before the trade even occurred. It takes all of her energy + a little help in Ballhalla to make Azzi even bat an eye(lash).

Azzi had always been reserved, thoughtful, and rather nonchalant.

And Paige was...um...but she forms a plan.

Part 1 Coming soon...

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