mommy azzi n daddy Paige, thanks to anon for the fire req
Rumors had been circulating on social media for week. Fans dissected every photo, every video clip of you and Paige together, her arm slung over your shoulder during a game, her hand lingering too long around your waist as you laughed at some joke.
“Paige is cheating on Azzi with her best friend” the comments screamed.
“Look at how touchy they are”
“Azzi deserves better”
You scrolled through the threads late at night, with a mix of amusement and frustration building in your chest.
If only they knew the truth, that you, Paige, and Azzi were a truly all together, tangled up in each other in ways the media could never imagine.
Paige and Azzi, the golden couple of women's basketball, were too scared to come clean. The pressure of their fame, the endorsements, the scrutiny, it all kept your relationship locked away like a dirty little secret.
Tonight, you were done pretending. The three of you piled into the back of a sleek black SUV with a distracted uber driver, heading to an exclusive club downtown. Paige sat on one side of you, her athletic frame pressed close, fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh under the hem of your short black dress. Azzi was on the other side, her dark eyes admiring you as she rested her head on your shoulder.
Paige chuckled, her hand sliding higher, brushing against the edge of your panties. “Im gonna take such good care of this pussy later. Right baby?
You swatted Paige's hand away, the feeling of their touch only fueled your anger.
“Yeah, well, maybe if you two weren't such pussies, we wouldn't have to hide this. Fans think you're cheating on Azzi with me, Paige. It's fucking pathetic” You blurted out
The car fell silent for a moment, the city lights flashing by. Azzi's grip tightened on your arm. “Not now baby, let’s have fun tonight” Azzi said, disregarding you.
“Fun?” You pulled away, crossing your arms. “I'm tired of this shit, of all the secrets. Do what I asked or I'm done playing along.”
Paige's jaw clenched, her blue eyes flashing with irritation. “You know we can't. Drop it”
By the time you arrived at the club, the tension was unbearable. The bouncer waved you through without a second glance, Paige and Azzi's status opened doors like magic. Inside, the bass thumped through your body, bodies grinding on the dance floor under strobe lights. You grabbed a drink from the bar, downing it in one go, the burn matching the fire in your heart.
Paige and Azzi stuck close at first, their hands possessive on your hips as you moved to the music. You could feel their eyes darting around, scanning for paparazzi, always performing the “best friend” act. It pissed you off. Spotting a tall pretty stranger, you made your move. You walked over, hips swaying, and your back against her front. Her hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer as you rolled your ass against her crotch, grinding to the beat.
The stranger's breath was hot on your neck. “Damn baby”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Paige and Azzi at the bar, their expressions angry. Azzi was the first to react, pushing across the floor with Paige hot behind her.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Azzi hissed, grabbing your arm, pulling you away.
The woman raised her hands, backing off with a laugh.
Paige wrapped a firm hand around your other wrist, dragging you toward the exit. “We're leaving. Now.”
You stumbled after them, the alcohol buzzing in your veins. “Jealous already? Maybe if you two manned up-”
“Stop talking” Paige growled, shoving open the side door into the cool night air. The SUV waited, they pushed you inside, slamming the door shut.
The ride home was tense, silent anger radiating from both of them. You sat between them, arms crossed, but your heart raced with a twisted thrill. Once you arrived, they hauled you inside without a word, straight to the bedroom. The door clicked locked behind you.
Azzi shoved you onto the king-sized bed, muscles flexing as she loomed over you. “The fuck do you think this is? Dancing on some random bitch to make a point?” Azzi scoffed.
Paige stripped off her jacket, tossing it aside, her tank top clinging to her toned abs. “It’s okay, we’re gonna teach you a lesson. Strip. Now.”
You hesitated at first. Slowly, you peeled off your dress, letting it sit at your feet, standing in just your lacy black bra and thong. Azzi's eyes raked over you, plotting on what to do next.
“All the way, slut” Azzi commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
Trembling with anticipation, you unhooked your bra, letting your tits spill free, nipples already hard. Then the thong, sliding it down your thighs to reveal your wet pussy.
Paige circled you like a shark, her hand cracking against your ass. “Look at you, dripping already. Mad because we won't let you parade your greedy holes to the world?”
Azzi laughed, pushing you back onto the bed and climbing over you. She pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, her free one sliding between your legs to cup your pussy.
“Princess, you're everything to us, but you need to learn your place.” Her fingers parted your pussy lips, plunging inside without warning, curling against your g-spot.
You arched, moaning. “fuck, azzi”.
“That's it baby, feel me” Azzi taunted, pumping her fingers harder and faster, her thumb grinding your clit. “You think that bitch could've made this wet cunt cum like I do?” Azzi groaned in your ear.
Paige knelt on the bed, unzipping her jeans and shoving them down along with her boxers. Her thick strap came into view, eight inches of silicone. “Open wide, bitch. Suck Daddy's cock while Mommy fucks your sloppy hole.”
You obeyed, mouth watering as Paige fed the tip past your lips. You swirled your tongue around it, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, taking it deeper until she hit the back of your throat. Paige groaned like she could feel it. “Good girl, choke on it. Show us how sorry you are”
Azzi added a third finger, stretching you wide, her pace relentless. “Hear that, Paige? Our little slut is clenching already. She's gonna cum without permission if we don't watch her.”
You whimpered around the strap, hips bucking, but Azzi pulled her fingers out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching.
“Not yet, bad girls don't get to cum from dancing on random bitch.” She flipped you onto your back.
Paige's hands gripped your hips, the tip of the strap pressing against your pussy first, teasing your entrance. “Beg for it. Tell us you'll behave.”
“Please, Paige” you gasped, pushing back. “I'll stop, just fuck me.”
With a grunt, Paige slammed inside of you burying the strap in one thrust. You cried out, the feeling overwhelming as she started pounding, her hips snapping against your ass. Each thrust jolted you forward, your breasts bouncing, clit throbbing. Azzi positioned herself in front of you, straddling your face.
“Eat mommys pussy, baby. Make me cum while daddy rails you.” She lowered herself onto your mouth, her shaved lips parting as your tongue dove in, lapping at her clit hungrily.
Azzi moaned, grinding down. “Just like that, suck my clit, you eager little bitch.” Her juices coated your chin as you licked and sucked, tongue fucking her hole while Paige's thrusts grew harder, the strap hitting deep.
“Fuck, she's so tight” Paige panted, “This cunt was made for us. No one else.”
You were lost in sensation, tongue buried in Azzi's pussy, Paige's cock stretching you relentlessly. Azzi came first, thighs clamping around your head as she flooded your mouth with her release. You didn’t let a drop go to waste, drinking everything she gave you.
Paige didn't let up. She drove in deeper, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Cum for me baby, soak my cock.”
The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your pussy spasming around the strap, squirting messily onto Paige's abs. You screamed their names, body shaking.
Azzi leaned down, kissing you messily, tasting herself on your lips. “That's our girl, still wanna come out to the public?”
Paige pulled out, replacing the strap with her fingers, rubbing your oversensitive clit until you came again, tears streaming down your face from the intensity. They held you after, bodies entwined, whispers of love mixing in. The secret could wait one more night.
✝︎ synopsis — caitlin and paige gets jealous over the reader whose in a club giving herself up to anyone and everyone.
✝︎ warnings — smut, double penetration, spit, drinking mentioned, paige x cc getting freaky by themselves too
✝︎ author’s note — me and mrs. fudd collab 😋 please glaze this. @mrsfudd
Drunk, bored, and seething with annoyance, you throw yourself into the dance floor, surrendering your body to any stranger who even vaguely echoes your secret fuck buddies. The music pulses through your veins like a desperate heartbeat. As the crowd surges around you, a random girl's hand slips boldly under the hem of your skirt, fingers grazing the damp heat between your thighs. Instead of pulling away you arch into it, letting her palm press against your soaked panties, you want to be seen, need to be seen.
A pair of piercing blue eyes slice through the crowd, locking onto yours with a degrading glare, Paige Beuckers, the generational prodigy, the basketball phenom who's been fucking you raw in the backseat of her black SUV for weeks on end. She's across the floor, her toned, athletic frame sitting comfortably on a bar stool, her face covered in disgust, watching you give yourself up for a random.
You try to break the eye contact, but it's no use. Another gaze pins you in place, pretty brown eyes. Caitlin Clark, the female Steph Curry, the sharpshooter who's been devouring your pussy for months on end. Her eyes studied you, up and down. She had a hard time trying to conceal her anger, having a hard time understanding how you could be so careless.
You needed to be seen, to feel the adrenaline rush of someone’s hands on you, to feel the goosebumps that crossed your body in waves the moment their hands groped your body. You loved it when people admired you: calling you sexy, pretty, gorgeous. It always made your cheeks flush and the hair on your neck stand up. The drink in your system didn’t make it much better.
You weren’t too drunk. Just enough to buzz the annoyance off of you. You did so good in your sport, yet barely anyone praised you for it. All the headlines were too focused on some stupid scandal. Your skirt was a little too short— shiny, bright, and beautiful underneath the disco lights that made everyone glimmer in different colors.
Your back pressed against the girl’s chest. Her fingers felt so good against your soaking cunt. She dipped her hand into her drink and spread the liquor across your panties before rubbing it in. The iced liquor burned from the difference in temperature.
You probably should’ve pulled away the moment you’d seen Paige, or better yet, when you’d seen Caitlin. You didn’t care though. What’s the worst they could do to you? Fuck you? That’s what you needed. The simple memory of Caitlin’s tongue and the way she’d spread your pussy just to eat you like she’d been starved for weeks was enough to make your hips roll in a little circle against the woman’s hand. “F-fuckk..” The crown of your head pressed against the firm chest behind you, closing your eyes and trying to forget the two set of eyes glaring you down like you’re some kind of filthy slut.
Paige's eyes locked onto Caitlin across the club, catching the restless bounce of her leg and the furious flicker in her eye. She traced that stare, following it straight to you, lost in the rhythm. Confusion rested upon Paige's face as she slides up to Caitlin, her breath hot against the her ear, lips brushing skin as she whispers something unreadable. You didn’t need to be told what was said. Caitlin's body tensed, her jaw clenching, cheeks flushed.
Oblivious, you let the music take control, eyelids sealed shut as the bass coursed through your veins. The girl who you still didn’t know the name of warmth pressed against you, grinding in sync, sweaty skin sticking together, the sting of liquor lingering on your tongue.
Then, a firm hand clamped around your wrist, Caitlin. Your eyes shot open, a grin appeared on your lips, To your surprise, she wasn’t excited to see you. Her face was a storm, lips pressed thin, no trace of enjoyment. Without a sound, she dragged you through the moving bodies, her grip bruising as she hauled you off the floor and shoved you through the club doors. The cool air caused your nipples to perk, an unforgiving look on Caitlin’s face caused your spine to shiver.
You felt your heartbeat pace with Caitlin’s. Her thumb pressed so deeply into the vein of your arm that they matched each others rhythms.
“Caitttyyyy-Catttt,” You purred. Your voice was slurred, heavier on the edges when you’d said her name.
You nearly fell forward, stumbling on your thick, long heels. Your nipples hardened underneath your short and flimsy little dress. You were giggling loudly, rambling mindlessly about how much you liked Caitlin and how sexy she looked in her black pants and beige top.
“Ughhh, CC, you loookkkk sooo good.” Your voice mumbled.
Your free hand grasping at her hair, desperately trying to kiss her— your vision was blurred just enough for you to miss her lips every single time. You made contact with her nose, her cheek, her jawline. Your eyes widened when she opened the shiny door for you. Ooo, a Limo.
“Awww. You taking me somewhere special in your nice little car?” You were going to thank her briefly for being so sweet, but you could tell it wasn’t out of kindness.
Caitlin’s hazel eyes were burning into you. Fierce, dark, and cold. Her hands shoved you down into the back seat of the long black Limo. Some fans were outside with their cameras: bright lights flashing, the sound of music blasting in the limo— somehow even louder than it was in the club.
Caitlin leaned to whisper in your ear, “You thought you were cute?” She asked.
Her voice was raspy and low. Her breath slipping down the back of your neck. Her clipped nails cutting into your hips. You barely had time to push yourself up.
“Can you sit the fuck up?”
You didn’t have to look up to even know who it was. Their sweet voice now more demeaning. Cruel with a sharp edged you never heard before.
Your head spun in circles, jaw coming slack from the fact that Paige was here too… Her voice echoed in the limo, your heart skipped a few beats before dropping into the pit of your stomach the moment the car door slamming echoed behind you.
“I should’ve known one wasn’t enough for you, huh? Fucking slut…” Paige hissed out her teeth.
Her jawline clenched. You didn’t even have a second to try and defend yourself. The fear coming thick in your throat. It was hard to even swallow it down when you’d seen her blue eyes staring right at you in utter disdain like you were some sort of common whore.
You peer your eyes up at Paige, waiting for her to say anything. The awkward silence makes you want to crawl into a hole and die, until it's not silent anymore.
"It's funny you really thought you could get away with this, pathetic slut," Caitlin laughs, running her hand up your damp thigh, feeling the spot where she marked you.
Paige starts to do the same, forcing your sticky thighs apart, pinching your nipples hard through the dress she paid for.
"Driver, roll up the partition please," Paige asks before attaching her lips to your neck.
Unforgettable sensations run through your body as they both kiss and bite your neck, their fingers inching closer to your needy cunt. Caitlin slips off your panties, soaked in arousal and alcohol. She rubs your throbbing clit as Paige sticks one finger in your aching hole.
"Fucking worthless slut," Paige mutters, feeling how wet you are, noticing you dripping on the leather seats.
Caitlin's lips leave your neck first, then Paige's. Caitlin moves you to the left side, sitting her and Paige next to each other, thigh to thigh. Without hesitation, they start making out, strings of spit connecting their lips as their tongues explore each other's mouths. Subconsciously, you start to rub your exposed cunt, enjoying the show in front of you. Paige's eyes flicker up, immediately catching you.
"God, you really are a desperate whore. Look at you, touching yourself like a little bitch who can't control herself," Paige tsks, shaking her head at you.
Paige rips a clean strip off your dress, binding your wrists tight. Making sure you know who's in control.
Paige wastes no second getting back to Caitlin, unbuckling her pants with one hand, teasing her wet pussy, forcing her to grind against her fingers. Caitlin lets off soft moans as she watches Paige's perky tits bounce every time the driver hits a bump. Caitlin pulls up Paiges top sucking pretty nipples, making Paige's underwear damp with her own juices.
"Fuck Cait, you’re so good at that" Paige moans into Caitlin's ear, loud enough for you to hear.
Her hand sliding deeper into Caitlin's pants, fingering her while she grinds, begs for more.
Caitlin pulls Paige closer, hands roaming her body as she slips her fingers under Paige's shirt, pinching her nipples, making Paige gasp.
"You're so fucking hot Paige” Caitlin whispers back, glancing at you with a smirk, her free hand stroking Paige's thigh up to her soaked panties, rubbing her clit through the fabric.
They ignore you completely, lost in each other. Paige pushes Caitlin's pants down further, exposing her pussy, and starts fingering her faster, two fingers pumping in and out while Caitlin moans turn into screams. Paige slides off her pants, guiding Caitlins fingers to her wet hole. They try not to fall apart as they wreck each other. Their bodies press together, thighs rubbing, hands everywhere.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me, baby.” Paige groans, kissing down Caitlin's neck, her tongue licking her skin while her fingers curl inside her.
You squirm in your seat, wrists bound, cunt aching as you watch them touch and fuck each other, their moans filling the car, making your jealousy burn hotter with every degrading word.
The fabric around your wrists bound you too tight, rubbing your skin raw each time you tried to move your hands from the sheer desperation.
The sight of Paige's fingers disappearing inside of Caitlin's cunt over and over was enough for you to try and pathetically grind against the leather seat beneath you.
Nothing could satisfy you right now. Your body ached to feel them, to be seen by them: the both of them. Your eyes fluttered shut trying to pretend they weren't currently fucking each other so good.
The ghost of their hands on your body taunting you as your legs spread further. Folds glistening with a wet heat you've never known before. Sure, you'd gotten off with the both of them alone, but this was different. You could hear Caitlin's whining as Paige's fingertips kissed the gummy area inside of her, the way Paige became breathless and husky every time Caitlin's thumb brushed over her swollen clit while punishing that tight hole.
They kept complimenting each other. "I wanna fuck you all night." Paige rasped into Caitlin's ear while she pushed in another finger to stretch her further. That dripping pussy clenching around her hand at each quick pump. Caitlin's head was spinning, but she didn't let up.
Her fingers curling deep inside of Paige, over and over, she kept hitting that spot for her. "Yeah...?" Caitlin moaned.
You were so fucking jealous but undeniably turned on.
You hated this. You wanted their attention. You'd do anything for just a taste of them. Tears squeezed themselves out of your eyes. Your fingers trembling as the coil in your stomach tightened beyond repair.
"Please. Please fuck me." You begged to the both of them, praying just either of them would hear you over the sound of their own pleasure and give you some sort of mercy.
The limo jerked to a sudden stop, the soft taps on the partition shooting Caitlin's eyes open. She peered out the window, spotting her house right in front of them, parked perfectly. Paige scrambled around, hunting for her scattered clothes.
Once she was dressed, Caitlin slid out first, the cool night air hitting her skin and reminding her just how stuffy and sweaty the car had gotten. Paige grabbed you by the arm, yanking you out, your high heels catching on the edge of the door. You stumbled forward, nearly face planting as she shoved you up the driveway, your wrists still cuffed. By now, irritation boiled inside you, your whole existence ignored, pride shattered into nothing.
Paige shoved you onto the bed in the bedroom, the mattress bouncing under your weight. Caitlin rummaged through the closet, taking her sweet time.
Finally, Paige uncuffed your wrists, but only to rip your clothes off, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she held back from jumping you right then. Five agonizing minutes dragged by before Caitlin returned, holding two of the longest strap you'd ever laid eyes on.
You watched them strip down, peeling off their tops and pants but leaving their bras and underwear in place.
Hours of teasing had left you a dripping mess, your pussy soaked and aching, clit throbbing with need. You were hornier than ever, body screaming for any touch rough, gentle, it didn't matter as long as it filled your desperate void.
"Look at this pathetic little slut." Caitlin laughed.
Her voice low and mocking as she lay back on the bed, her cock standing straight up like a challenge.
"Been leaking like a faucet all night, haven't you?
Begging for it without even saying a word." She grabbed your hips, flipping you around to face away from her, reverse cowgirl. "Get on whore."
You whimpered, lowering yourself slowly, but she wasn't patient. Caitlin gripped your waist, nails digging in, pulling you down. Her long cock speared into your tight ass, stretching you wide open. The burn hit like fire, pain ripping through you more than any pleasure, making you cry out.
"Shut up the fuck and take it." she growled, thrusting up sharply to bury herself deeper.
"You're just a hole for us to use" Caitlin reminded.
Your body shook, already overstimulated from the endless edging in the limo, every nerve on fire. But they didn't care. Paige smirked, pulling out her phone and propping it up on the nightstand, angling it carefully to capture your flushed face, trembling body, your stuffed holes, making damn sure Caitlin's face stayed out of frame. The red light blinked on, recording every degrading second.
"Smile for the camera, dumb bitch" Paige taunted, her free hand slapping your inner thigh hard enough to leave a red mark. "Everyone's gonna see what a needy, dripping mess you are. Bet you'd love that, huh?"
She hoisted your shaking legs over her shoulders, your body folding awkwardly, ass still impaled on Caitlin's cock. Paige lined up the thick plastic member with your soaked pussy, rubbing the head against your swollen folds just to tease. Without warning, she slammed in deep, the girth splitting you open alongside Caitlin's invasion. You screamed, the double penetration overwhelming, your walls clenching around both toys as they stretched you to your limits.
They didn't give you a second to adjust. Caitlin bucked her hips up, pounding your ass relentlessly, her long cock dragging against your insides with brutal force.
"That's it, bounce on it like the eager fuckdoll you are" she degraded, slapping your ass cheeks until they stung.
Paige matched her rhythm, thrusting the plastic dildo into your pussy hard and fast, the base grinding against your clit with every plunge.
Overstimulation crashed over you like a wave. your body twitched uncontrollably, pussy squirting a little with each slam, ass burning from the friction. Every thrust sent shocks through your core, clit throbbing and pulsing, but they kept going, faster, harder.
Paige leaned in, pinching your nipples, twisting them until tears formed in your eyes. "Don't you dare cum yet, bitch. Hold it like a good little whore.”
The phone kept rolling, capturing your sobs, the wet slaps of skin on skin, your desperate pleas for more even as it hurt too good.
Caitlin laughed from below, her hands bruising your hips as she rammed deeper. "Listen to her whine. Bet no one's ever filled you like this.” Paige nodded, her thrusts turning punishing, the plastic cock pumping in and out, forcing your body to betray you with building pressure.
Your body was hot to touch. Sweat trailing down your neck, your hair damp, the entire room felt like a sauna when your body was trapped between theirs. Their thrusts were hard, rough, leaving no time for you to even moan.
Each whimper was broken into a pathetic breath, their names were on the tip of your tongue but couldn't escape your swollen lips as their cocks filled you up.
"God, you look like a fucking slut." Paige panted, her voice was low. Her chest rising and dipping as her hips slammed into yours with desire and anger.
It hurt so bad. The tearing of your walls wrapped around the both of their thick silicone. Your tits bounced with each rough pump. Caitlin's long dick filling you to the brim. Your pussy drooling a long string of translucent wetness down the molded veins.
Neither of them paused or even took a minute to ask if you were okay. Your pussy was stuffed full of Paige's cock. Her heavy tip pressing into a soft, sweet spot over and over. A scream spilled from your lips the moment you felt their dicks rub against each other through the thin wall separating them. Caitlin let out a groan, her palm slapping across your ass before pushing her hips up into yours.
"Little bitch been begging for this. What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? One wasn't enough?!" She sounded disgusted even when she fucked up into your tight ass with a filthy noise.
It felt like she was attempting to rearrange your guts with each thrust. Every roll of their hips drew another broken whine from you. Paige's hips started stuttering inside of your slick heat, the base of her strap pressed deep against her own swollen clit.
Combined with all of the pleasure from earlier and now, she was about to cum. The sound of your moaning filled the room. The loud, filthy squelching echoing- letting everyone who would watch this recording see and hear you get destroyed by two straps.
"Don't you dare fucking cum yet." Caitlin yelled at you.
Her long fingers grabbing your hair and pulling on it.
Your neck leaned back while they both kept pounding into you without any sort of mercy. Their cocks spearing inside of your dripping pussy that would clench and unclench. The coil in your gut twisting dangerously while you tried to hold yourself back. Their cocks sliding into you despite your shaky thighs.
You trembled around their straps while they both clawed at your skin. Both trying to force more of themself inside of your aching holes that fluttered and sucked them in further.
"M gonna-" Your sweet and pathetic little sounds turned into a choke sob.
Paige's hand grabbed your throat. Her thumb pressing into the vein underneath your skin. "You're gonna what? Gonna cum? Don't be such a bitch. You've took worse.” Paige spat into your mouth. Her warm saliva filling your mouth, sliding down your tongue. You had no choice but to swallow it. Her blue eyes shined with subtle satisfaction. Her thumb brushed over your cheek, "First fuckin' thing you did right tonight."
"P-Please.. can I cum then? Please." You sobbed. Tears running down your face, ruining your perfect mascara.
Your lipstick was smudged from the drool that's been running down your cheek while you'd been fucked senseless by the both of them.
They looked at each other briefly. Their eyes meeting long enough to shrug. They both pulled out of you-your stuffed holes now empty and gaping. You could feel your wetness pour on Caitlin's thighs beneath you while Paige's fingers graced your glistening folds.
'I dunno. Do you deserve it after being such a slut?" Paige asked.
Caitlin immediately followed up, "Nah. Make the bitch wait." Your eyes rolled back, so shiny with tears, your cheeks flushed.
A string of saliva dangling from your swollen lips until they both plunged their cocks deep into you. Both of your holes immediately stretching again to take them.
The burn was only a light sting now. Their hips rolling into yours continually. Skin slapping and echoing. Your wetness echoing around both of their straps. The double penetration stretched you beyond belief. Both of their long dicks buried inside of you until neither of them could even see the base of their strap. You were squirting on top of Paige's dick, making a mess on the both of them.
"Mmmmfff." A weak sound from your lips. "You learned your lesson yet?" Paige asked between loud pangs as her cock rutted into your loose pussy.
Caitlin slapped your ass hard to ensure your answer was correct. "Y-yes.. I'm sorry," You stammered on your words as their thrusts became even more demanding.
Bruises swelling on your hips from where they both had groped you. "I won't- I won't do it again... fuuckkkk." Your head dropped back as another loud cry racked through your body. Your fingers shaking badly, your spine arching each time a shock of pleasure rushed through you. "Please lemme cum.. please." You begged them. Your voice breaking apart on each syllable. Your throat was sore from crying their names. Finally, they both murmured in your ear.
"Go ahead."
Lightning cracked through your body. Hot pleasure running through your stomach as you finally felt the relief. You flooded Paige's cock with a wave of cum.
They both pumped in and out of your used holes before letting go of you. Your body flopped onto the mattress.
Your legs spreading into the sheets. You felt absolutely boneless. Your limbs were heavy yet free. Then you feel the hot tip play with your lips. You opened your eyes. You were so sated, but you could already taste yourself as your tongue licked the tip. Blue eyes burning into yours.
"Open up, baby." Paige murmured. Two long fingers, Caitlin's, pushed into your gaping cunt while Paige's cock filled your mouth punishing the back of your throat. You'd definitely not be able to talk to anyone tomorrow or even walk.
Someway, somehow, you were honored to be Paige Bueckers first sexual experience.
“God, you’re so nervous, take a deep breath” You reassured, staring at petrified paige.
She listened, already desperate to be good for you. Taking a deep breath, and shyly stripping in front of you. Her sweats first, revealing her damp boxers, then her top, nipples poking through her sports bra.
You climbed on top of her warm body, her heart beat so fast you could hear it. Moving down to the side of her face you whisper.
“I’m gonna take good care you, kay?” 
“mm, o-kay” Paige stumbles out.
You giggle at the nervousness in her voice. You waste no time kissing her up and down, watching her pretty face flush red as your hand grazes her clothed clit. You pull down her boxers to expose her wet, aching pussy. You watch her face as you slide down her body, glassy eyes and a permanent pouty lip. You barely lick her.
Whimpers escape her mouth, chasing this new unknown sensation, uncontrollably bucking her lips in your face, barely using self restraint. She knew what you were looking for.
“If you want something, say it”.
“Please, please taste me”.
A smile appears on your face as you give the blonde what she wants, needs. The moment your tongue finally presses flat against her clit Paige lets out a shaky, breathy moan. Her hips jerk up so hard and fast you have to pin her thigh down with one hand to keep her still.
“Easy baby” you murmur against her, the vibration of your voice making her gasp.
“Be a good girl for me, can you do that?”
She nods frantically, her fingers gripping the sheets beside her.
“Yes… yes, I’ll be good, I promise.”
You smile against her skin and begin a slow, long, flat strokes of your tongue from her entrance up to her clit, circling lazily around her sensitive clit before dipping back down.
Paige’s soft moans turns into whimpers, her body betrays her, rocking her hips despite her best efforts to stay still.
“Tell me how it feels.”
Her eyes are glassy, unfocused, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“It feels…so good…mommy” She let out between moans.
You chuckle, then dip your head between her legs once again, this time focusing your tongue directly on her clit in. Paige cries out, her back arching off the bed.
“Oh god—oh fuck—that’s—that’s a lot—”
“You want me to stop?” you ask, pausing with your mouth hovering just above her.
“No, please, don’t stop” she begs, her voice cracking. “Please keep going, I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be so good.
Her body starts to tremble, orgasm building.
“Let it build baby, don’t hold back,” you encourage, your fingers sliding down to tease her hole, collecting her sticky substance before pressing one finger inside her slowly. She’s so tight.
“I feel you inside me” she whimpers, thinking you wouldn’t hear.
Your mouth attached back to her clit as you barely fucked her with one finger, taking the virgin over the edge.
“I think-I think i’m gonna” Paige stumbles.
“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Gonna show me how good I make you feel?”
She nods desperately, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Yes, yes, please, please let me cum, I need it, I need it so bad”
You press your tongue flat against her clit and hum a low, satisfied moan, the vibration sending her over the edge. Her body locks up for a second, and then she shatters, a broken cry tearing from her throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her.
Her hips grind against your face, her walls clenching around your finger as she rides out the most intense orgasm of her life. You work her through it, gentling your touch as she starts to shudder and twitch from sensitivity.
But you don’t pull away entirely. Instead, you keep your mouth pressed lightly to her, lapping at her gently, letting the overstimulation set in.
“No, no, it’s too much” she gasps, trying to squirm away, but your hand on her hip holds her in place.
“Shh, just one more minute, baby. You can take a little more for me. You were being such a good girl, what happened?”
Paige whimpers, her hands flying to your head, trying to pry you off. Every flick makes her jolt.
Tears slip down her face, after another minute of gentle, teasing licks, you finally pull away, kissing the inside of her thigh before crawling back up to meet her.
It was Paige’s routinely visit to your dorm. Every other weekend she was there, every other weekend she was fucking you, and every other weekend there was a noise complaint slapped on your door.
Your roommates bangs on the wall and screaming go unnoticed but after your 10th complaint, you and Paige decided to be a little more aware.
“Good baby, lay right there” Paige said, getting you settled in bed, preparing to explore you and your limits.
“God, I missed you” She whispered as she took in your scent, taking her time kissing down your body.
Paige’s lips trace a slow path down your body, across your collarbone, dipping into the soft curve of your stomach. Her breath is warm, her tongue flicking against your skin as she goes lower, lower, until she reaches the waistband of your shorts.
“Missed this” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Missed the way you tremble for me.”
She reaches over to the nightstand, pulls out the harness and the thick silicone cock she’s used on you before. The sight of it makes your stomach flutter, mix of anticipation and that familiar ache. She puts it on with practiced ease, then climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between your legs. Her tip grazes your clit.
“Easy” Paige coos, pressing the head against your entrance. “We gotta be quiet tonight, remember? Roommates, RAs, The whole building’s probably got ears out for us.”
You nod, biting your lip, but the moment she pushes in, slow, then suddenly hard, a strangled moan rips from your throat. She fills out in one thrust, your back arches off the mattress. The stretch is too much , the fullness overwhelming.
“Shhh” she whispers, starting a steady, punishing rhythm. “Can’t have you yelling, baby, not yet.”
Her hips slap against yours, wet slapping fills the room.
“Want everyone in this dorm to hear how good I fuck my girl.”
She drives deeper, harder, and you clench around the toy, a broken whimper escaping. You press your palm over your own mouth, trying to muffle yourself, but Paige grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.
“No hiding” she says, breath ragged. “I want to see your face. Want to watch you struggle baby.”
Her pace quickens, relentless. “You’re taking it so well. So good for me. My perfect little slut.”
Your eyes roll back. The pleasure builds, tightening in your belly. You sink under her, thighs trembling, a whine sneaking past your lips. Paige leans down, mouth to your ear.
“if they come knocking…” She fucks you harder, punishing. “I’ll just fuck you through the door. Make sure they hear every moan.”
Her hand finds your clit, rubbing rough circles, and you’re gone. The orgasm rips through you, sharp and blinding, and you bite down on your own shoulder trying to keep from screaming. Paige fucks you through it, her hips never slowing, until you’re a twitching mess beneath her.
“One more” she says, not a question. “Give me another. I know you can.”
And you do, because she’s still going , still pressing that sensitive spot, and your body has no choice but to obey, shuddering through a second climax that leaves you gasping, hoarse.
Paige slows, pulls out gently, and collapses beside you.
“Good girl,” she whispers, kissing your forehead. “So fucking proud of you. We made it without a complaint”
A faint knock sounds from the wall. Your roommate’s muffled voice. “Seriously? Again?”
Paige grins, and you can’t help but laugh, even as your legs shake.
Paige loved the way your body reacted to her, the shaking, crying, facial expressions, everything. In with having this interest, she pushed you, she always went too far, seeing how much you could take.
"Shhh mama, Its okay" Paige reassured. She had been fucking you for hours now, strap, then her tongue, then her fingers, back to the strap. She was collecting your orgasms like medals. Each one fueled her to keep going, to see how much til you crack, til she breaks you.
After cumming on her strap for the 8th time, she wanted a little snack. Your raw, sensitive cunt twitched at every lick. Paige was greedy, she wanted more and more. More cum, more shaking, more crying, more fighting her.
Her trained tongue started to drawl more cream out of you. Your arms started to get weak, using all your strength trying to pry her off. It didn't work, it didn't matter.
Paige was borderline sadistic, the screaming, crying, shaking. It all turned her on. She wanted to torture you, wanted it too hurt. "One more time baby, be a good girl for me okay?"
You wanted to believe her so fucking bad, so you listened, not like you had much choice. It wasn't pleasant. Your orgasm hurt, your whole body violently shook, your tears streamed down your face as you let out of murderess scream. " You took me so well princess, too bad I want another one."
Her words felt like a stab to the heart. She sat there, watching you shake and cry, with a fearful look on your face begging, pleading for her to stop. Your throat raw from all the vocal strain, legs limp and pussy beyond wrecked. Paige had a purely evil and selfish look on her face, she didn't care about your "please". Your were hers, you stop when she says you can.
"Last one, I promise" She lies, rubbing small circles in your throbbing clit. You whine, moving your hips, trying to get her off you. "Come on, be a good, obedient girl for me. I know you can." She wasn't asking. You start squirming too much for her liking. "Don't make me tie you up slut."
yall see what i did there, since the next one is rope bunny 😛
Azzi slid her hands down Paiges legs while planting herself on her knees. Biting her lip as paige strap sizes up to her face. Paige notices the wide smile appearing on Azzi.
“Excited baby?”
“Mhm” Azzi hummed as she opened her mouth, letting Paige slap it on her tongue.
Azzi wasted no time fulling her throat, taking Paige by surprise.
“Calm down baby, I’m not going anywhere”
Paiges breath hitched as Azzis throat swallowed the silicone down to the base, pressing it right against her clit.
Paige let out a shaky moan, her fingers intertwined in Azzis hair but not pulling, thumb stroking her forehead
“Mama slow down” paige whispered, voice thick and warm. Watching azzi desperate to please caused paige to feel things she didn’t want to admit.
Azzi hummed around the shaft. She pulled back enough to let the tip rest on her tongue, eyes fluttering up, wide, innocent eyes that fooled nobody. The glisten of spit on her chin, lips swollen and pink, and that expression that begged for paiges approval.
Paiges thighs trembled, the base of the strap grinding against her swollen clit.
She pressed her palm flat against the back of Azzis head, not forcing, just guiding.
“Take your time mama. Let me feel every inch of that pretty mouth” Paige said, knowing she couldn’t feel a thing.
Azzi blinked slowly, tongue curling around Paiges the cock like she was tasting candy. She slid forward again, slower this time, deliberate, savoring.
Her throat opened, taking Paige deep inch by inch until her nose brushed above the strap’s base. She stayed there, throat flexing, eyes locked on Paige’s face.
Paige’s stomach clenched, her warm, sticky arousal pooled between her thighs. A single drop rolling down the inside of her leg, then another. Her clit was aching and every tiny moment of the base grinding against her made her hips twitch.
“Look at you baby, so hungry for my cock. You love this shit, don’t you?”
Azzi gave a small, muffled “mhm”, her hands sliding up paige’s thighs, squeezing her soft skin. She started to bob her head, her cheeks hollowed, her throat worked.
Paige’s head fell back, her fingers tightening in Azzi’s hair.
“Fuck, Azzi. You’re gonna have me soaked.”
Azzi pulled off just enough to speak, her voice breathy and innocent.
“Am I doing good?” She kissed the tip of the strap, eyes never losing paige.
Azzi didn’t wait for an answer, she just went start back to tasting her.
“Hmm yummy baby?” Paige asked, her knees buckling.
Slobber pooled on Azzis exposed breast while Paiges eyes rolled up into her head, struggling to stay in control.
Sex tapes, dressing you up, watching it for hours after the fact. Making you her own cam girl is one of her favorite things to do.
“So wet for me already baby” Paige chuckles, rubbing her pretty tip along your wet pussy.
She wasted no time fucking you, camera in hand, flash bright
The camera stays tight on your face, catching every flutter of your lashes as Paige’s strap pushes into you. She fucks you slow at first, a lazy rhythm that makes you whimper, the tip dragging along your inner walls like she’s savoring every inch.
“Fuck, look at that” she mutters, angling the lens down to catch where her fake cock disappears inside you. “Look how good you take it. That’s my good little whore.”
She pulls out, and you gasp at the emptiness. But she’s already reaching behind her, grabbing a crumpled basketball jersey from the floor, hers, still warm from earlier. She yanks it over your head, the fabric swallowing your torso, the number 5 hanging loose on your chest.
“There” she says, stepping back to get the full shot. “Now you really look like my property.”
Your nipples press against the mesh, visible through the wide armholes. She then grabs the cowboy hat from the nightstand, the leather band still faintly smelling of whiskey and sweat. She settles it on your head, tilting it down so the brim shadows your eyes.
“God damn, my sexy little cowgirl” she breathes, and you see the shift in her pupils. The strap is already slick with you, and she lines it back up, but this time she rams it in without warning. Hard. Deep.
“That’s it. That’s my little slut dressed up like a trophy” she growls, and her hips snap forward. The camera wobbles but stays on you, she’s balancing it with one hand, her other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. The hat bobbles on your head.
“Look so fucking hot, make me wanna ruin you.”
Her pace changes, faster, meaner, the strap slamming into you, causing echo in the small room. She’s not holding back. The flash from the camera catches the sweat on her brow, the gleam in her eye.
“Whose little slut are you?” she demands, voice ragged.
“Yours” you choke out.
“Louder.”
You repeat yourself, screaming.
She thrusts deeper, grinding her pelvis against your clit. “I love seeing you like this. Dressed up. Taking it. Begging for it even when you can barely breathe.”
The hat falls forward, blocking your view, but you feel everything, the relentless pump of her strap, the heat pooling in your belly, the way she hovers the camera inches from your face, making sure to capture every moan.
She doesn’t stop. She never stops. The light stays on, and the hat stays crooked on your head, and Paige keeps driving into you, harder, faster, until all that exists is her, her voice, and the hot, unblinking eye of the camera sucking in every second.
azzi fucking you after going #1, pure smut, extremely cocky azzi
The arena buzzed with energy as Azzi's name echoed through the speakers, first overall pick in the WNBA draft. You watched from the front row, heart pounding, as she strode across the stage, the crowd erupting in cheers. Azzi's eyes locked onto yours through the chaos, a grin splitting her face.
Later that night, the post-draft party was a blur, bodies packed tight under pulsing lights. Champagne flowed like water, and Azzi pulled you into the crowd, her arm sat around your waist. Tequila followed, burning hot, loosening your body until the room spun in a haze of laughter and sweaty dances.
Azzi sat close, her breath hot against your ear. “You're mine tonight” she murmured, fingers digging into your hip. “All these eyes on me, but you're the one I want”. You swayed together, her body hard and unyielding from years of training, hips rolling into yours with a promise of more.
Other women glanced over, fans, players, admirers, their stares lingering on Azzi's confidence. She noticed, smirking as she moved towards your ear “See them watching? They'd die to have what you do.” You knew she was drunk but still truth poured from her lips.
Hours turned into a drunken blur, until Azzi grabbed your hand. “We're out” she declared, voice cutting through the noise like a command. The cool night air hit you as you stumbled into a cab, her head on your shoulder, but her grip iron-tight.
Back at her hotel, she kicked the door shut, eyes dark with intent. “Strip” she ordered, shrugging off her jacket. You fumbled with your clothes, the alcohol making your fingers clumsy, until you stood bare before her. Azzi circled you slowly, still half-dressed, her gaze raking over your skin like she owned every inch.
“On the bed. Now.” She held no argument. You obeyed, heart racing as she hovered over you, shedding her top to reveal the toned muscles of her abs and arms. She pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other trailing roughly down your side, nails scraping just enough to sting.
“You have no idea how good you have it” she growled, leaning in until her lips brushed yours. “All those girls at the party, staring at me like they could bite. They'd kill to be under me like this, getting what you're about to.”
Her mouth crashed onto yours, kiss bruising and demanding, tongue forcing its way in as she ground her thigh between your legs. You gasped into her, the friction low in your belly. Azzi broke away, smirking down at you. “You're fucking wet already, aren't you? Pathetic how easy you are for me.”
She released your wrists only to flip you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up. Her hand cracked against your ass, the sharp slap echoing in the room. “Savor this shit baby” she hissed, delivering another.
You moaned, pushing back against her, the sting turning into throbbing need. Azzi's fingers dug between your thighs, two sliding deep into your pussy without warnin. “Look at you, soaking my hand. Such a good little slut for me”
She pumped roughly, thumb circling your clit with precision. Emotions swirled, her jealousy-fueled dominance mixing with affection, making your chest ache even as pleasure coiled tight. “Bitches will beg for this and get nothing” she panted, free hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back. “But you…you get all of me” her words pushed you over, orgasm ripping through you, body clenching around her fingers as you cried out, trembling.
Azzi didn't stop. She pulled out, slick fingers trailing up to smear your taste across your lips. “Taste how good you are for me” You sucked them clean, eyes locked on hers, and she groaned approval. “That's my girl. Now, on your back. I want to see your face when you cum”
She stripped fully, her body a masterpiece, strong thighs, perky tits, the dark patch between her legs glistening. Straddling your face, she lowered herself, grinding against your mouth. “Eat me like you mean it. Show me why you're worth all this”.
Azzi's hands braced on the headboard, moans spilling out. “Fuck, baby, You're desperate to please huh.” Her hip bucked as she chased her own release first, coming with a shuddering gasp that soaked your chin.
She slid down, positioning herself to scissor against you, clits rubbing in slick, frantic rhythm. Her hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer, bodies slapping together. Sweat dripped from her brow, words slurring from her mouth “God, I love this pussy baby, all mine to ruin”. The pressure built fast, “Come on baby, make a mess all over me, don't hold back” your second orgasm crashed over you, waves of ecstasy making you arch and sob her name.
Breath ragged, Azzi flipped you again, this time pressing your face into the pillows. “One more baby. You need to earn every bit of this pleasure” She reached for the nightstand, grabbing the strap-on she'd set out earlier, thick, black, long. Lubing it with her hot spit, she teased your entrance before thrusting in deep, one brutal stroke that stretched you full. You screamed, clutching the sheets, but she held you steady. “Take it baby, I’m giving you what no one else can.”
She fucked you hard, hips snapping with the force of her dominance, each plunge hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyes. 'Look at you, pussy gripping me like you never want to let go.” Her hand snaked around to pinch your clit, rolling it roughly. Emotions peaked, her voice cracking with raw need. “Savor it, baby. Be grateful I’m the one fucking you”.
The build was relentless, her pace unforgiving, until the third orgasm tore through you, body shaking, pussy pulsing around the strap as you screamed into the pillow.
