ⓘ UNEXPECTED GAME 2
wnba! paige bueckers x model! azzi fudd — 2.9k wc
Paige Bueckers is the franchise star player of the Dallas Wings. She's known to be this generational talent both in basketball and in... women, apparently. Azzi Fudd, one of the most known names in the model industry. doesn't care about basketball nor this 'Paige Bueckers' that her best friend has been fawning over. So, when her best friend got her courtside season tickets to the game, she's forced to attend. From the moment she locks eyes with the star player, she knew Paige was nothing but trouble.
Girl code exists for a reason. Azzi knows better than to cross that line. Well, the only problem is... she wants to. and Paige seems more than willing to break them with her.
read chapter one here. thank you for all the love ❤️🫠 updated! unexpected game’s playlist here.
—。 Presented and written by, azzidefender.
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chapter two : move two
“okay, i’m gonna head out now, jules.” azzi called as she hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the protein shake she’d made earlier from the fridge. balancing on one foot, she shoved on her shoe, her damp hair and fresh clothes a testament to the lightning-fast shower she’d taken after the gym.
julia’s red head popped up from behind the couch. “what? where?” she frowned, “i thought our meeting was at two.”
“yeah, but i’ve got a shoot before that, i thought i already told you.” azzi barely looked up as she continued pacing around their shared penthouse, patting down countertops and side tables in search of her keys.
“what shoot?” jules asked, her curiosity piqued.
azzi shrugged, “calvin’s.”
julia’s head whipped around. “calvin klein?”
“mhm.” azzi answered distractedly, still searching every countertop for her damn car keys. “hey, have you seen my—
“why didn’t i get an offer?” julia cut in, sounding genuinely offended.
azzi sighed, not this again.
“we can’t expect to get the same offers every time, jules. you booked jacquemus last week, and i was nothing but happy for you. can’t you just be happy for me?”
julia immediately shook her head. “no—no, i am happy for you, az.” she hesitated before adding, “it’s just… weird that you got the offer and i didn’t.”
azzi finally stopped pacing, turning to look at her. “how is that weird?”
for a split second, julia’s expression faltered before she let out a light, dismissive laugh. “never mind.” she waved it off. “what’s the shoot for, anyway?”
azzi held her gaze for another moment, unconvinced. “…it’s for a pride month campaign.”
julia’s eyebrows shot up, “so… you’re gonna be shooting with a girl?” azzi shrugged for what felt like the second time that morning, “i guess? i don’t know.”
julia let out another laugh, though this one sounded just a touch awkward. “since when do you like shooting with girls?”
finally spotting her keys on the entryway table, azzi grabbed them and arched a brow. “did you forget i’m bi?” she reminded her best friend. “besides, work is work. i don’t really care who i’m shooting with.”
“…right,” julia murmured. “aren’t you gonna take joe? i know you hate driving.”
joe was their personal driver.
azzi pulled the front door open. “no, you can take him. i know you’re grabbing matcha with your friends later.” she glanced at the time on her phone, “i really gotta go now. see you, jules.”
“oh, okay. see you, az. love you!”
a small smile tugged at azzi’s lips as she stepped into the hallway, “love you too.”
with that, she pulled the door shut behind her.
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“you’ve got to be kidding me.”
remember when azzi said she didn’t care who she was gonna shoot with approximately forty minutes ago? well, she cares now.
“what are you doing here?” azzi asked, her brows furrowing as she came face-to-face with the blonde, who was scrolling through her phone, already camera ready.
paige looked up at the sound of her voice. the star player was dressed in a white tank top layered beneath a denim jacket, matching denim jeans, and the signature calvin waistband peeking just above them.
fuck, she looked hot. azzi thought.
“oh, hey princess. finally decided to show up?” paige drawled, not looking the least bit surprised to see azzi. she leaned back in her chair, lazily chewing a piece of gum with the hint of a smug grin tugging at her lips.
azzi had the overwhelming urge to knock that smug expression clean off paige’s face.
“you didn’t answer my question, bueckers.” azzi crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.
paige only spread her hands with an amused smile, wordlessly inviting azzi to look around before motioning to herself and her outfit, it should’ve been pretty obvious.
“use your context clues, princess.”
azzi stared back at her blankly. “let me rephrase that.” she tilted her head, “what are you doing in this shoot? …are you an extra?”
paige’s jaw dropped. she let out the most exaggerated gasp azzi had ever heard before placing a hand over her chest.
“how dare you.”
“an extra?” paige repeated, batting her eyelashes dramatically. “i didn’t know the princess was such a big head.”
azzi immediately furrowed her brows, “am not.”
“are too.” paige mocked.
“am not.”
“are too.”
“yo! paige, azzi!” damon, the photographer, called out, drawing both of their attention away from their childish bickering. “you two know each other already?”
“no.”
“yeah.”
azzi shot paige a look while damon laughed, “so which one is it?”
“we don’t know each other.”
“we know each other.”
they answered at the exact same time, earning an amused chuckle from the photographer. he pulled azzi into a quick hug before making his way over to paige, greeting her with a dap.
“okay…” he drawled, stretching out the o. “azzi what’chu doin’ girl? we’re starting in thirty. go get your hair and makeup done.”
“yeah, go get your hair and makeup done, bighead. don’t want us commoners waitin’ on you.” paige piled on, arching an eyebrow.
azzi glared at paige. god, she’d never met anyone so aggravating. she let out a heavy exhale through her nose before marching towards the dressing room without so much as another glance.
the blonde smirked to herself, clearly satisfied with the reaction she’d managed to get out of azzi. poor damon, on the other hand, looked completely lost with his camera hanging around his neck.
“what was that about?” he asked, watching azzi disappear into the dressing room. “she on her period?”
paige let out a laugh before patting him on the shoulder. “oh, damon,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “never ask a woman that. ever.”
then, still chewing her gum, paige sauntered off, leaving damon standing in the middle of the bustling studio.
“…y’all are mad weird.”
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“can we bring that key light up a little?”
“we’re getting glare on the jacket!”
“touch-up!”
the studio buzzed with overlapping voices as paige’s hairstylist fussed over the last few strands of her wavy hair, styled loose around her shoulders. they were about to start shooting.
paige hissed as hairspray found its way straight into her eye. "oh my god—sorry!" her hairstylist apologetically uttered.
"you're good." paige assured her through gritted teeth.
god damn, that burns like hell.
once she was alone again, she blinked furiously, waving a hand in front of her watering eye in a hopeless attempt to ease the sting.
“where’s azzi?! we need to start!” one of the crew shouted.
as if right on cue, azzi walked in. and in that moment. paige thought, fuck her and her life, because damn.
paige’s throat went bone-dry in an instant. her eyes locked onto azzi and completely refused to track anything else in the room.
azzi carried herself with an effortless, casual confidence that made paige’s heart do a violent, erratic thud against her ribs. the same way it did at the game, last week. her hair fell in the softest, most luscious curls the blonde had ever laid eyes on, and all paige could think about was what it would feel like to wrap her fingers through them, pulling azzi just a little bit closer.
azzi wore a simple bralette that barely managed to hold the soft, heavy curve of her breasts, leaving her smooth, honey-brown skin glowing beneath the studio lights. the thin fabric strained slightly against her full shape, offering a glimpse of shadow and cleavage that made paige’s chest tight. it was torture.
her gaze traced the way her breasts shifted subtly with every breath, down to the dip of her collarbone, and then further down to a silver belly button piercing that caught the light every time she moved, drawing paige’s eyes right to her waist.
a pair of light-wash denim jeans sat low on her hips, mirroring paige’s look, except instead of a boxer waistband peeking through, the signature calvin klein band of her underwear rested perfectly above the denim.
the older swallowed hard, a sudden, heavy heat pooling low in her stomach. it was unfair how badly she wanted to slide her hands under that waistband, to see if azzi’s skin felt as warm and velvety as it looked. if they were supposed to be shooting a scene together, paige was absolutely doomed.
but she had to play it cool, obviously.
“fashionably late, are we?” paige smirked, making absolutely no effort to hide the way her eyes shamelessly roamed over the supermodel.
azzi caught her in the act almost immediately, her expression flattening as she strode closer. “eyes up here, bueckers.”
paige’s gaze finally met hers, a crooked grin tugging at her lips. “just appreciating the fit.”
“mhm.” azzi hummed, unconvinced. “sure you were.”
“i was.”
“right.”
“what? it’s a nice outfit.” the blonde defended herself.
azzi only gave her a look before walking past. although, the corner of her mouth threatening to curl into a smile. “keep telling yourself that.”
paige watched her go for exactly half a second before her eyes betrayed her again. her gaze dropped, completely powerless against the pull, and locked right onto the heavy, perfect curve of azzi’s ass.
fuck, that bubble ass. she whistled internally, she told herself that was an accident (it was very much intentional.)
“seriously?” azzi called over her shoulder without even turning around. the older blinked innocently, “what? now i was just appreciating the shoes.”
“you are unbelievable.”
yeah, unbelievably gay. paige thought.
“alright ladies, let’s start simple.” damon called out, gesturing toward the center of the backdrop.
paige rolled her shoulders, trying to look like she wasn’t currently fighting for her life in a room that suddenly felt eighty degrees hotter.
they started with standard, professional poses. paige stood facing away from the lens, flexing her back just enough for the studio lights to catch the line of her spine through the denim jacket. azzi stepped up behind her, turning the opposite way and casually leaning her elbow right on paige’s shoulder.
the physical contact sent a jolt straight through the blonde’s entire body. naturally, she couldn't just behave.
“you’re heavy,” paige mumbled out of the side of her mouth, keeping her jaw tense for the camera. “what did you eat for breakfast, rocks?”
“shut up, bueckers.” azzi muttered back through a perfectly practiced, gorgeous smize. “stand still and look pretty… or just stand still, since looking pretty is my job.” the younger continued, causing paige to chuckle.
“next set! on the floor, on your backs, facing the ceiling!” damon yelled, the camera shutter clicking rapidly.
they dropped to the backdrop, laying side by side. they were supposed to be looking cool and detached, staring up at the lens overhead. instead, paige immediately started inching her shoulder over until it bumped azzi’s.
“you’re in my space.” azzi whispered, her eyes fixed on the camera lens but her tone sharp enough to cut glass.
“it’s a shared backdrop, fudd. sharing is caring.” paige whispered back, deliberately shifting her leg so the denim of their jeans brushed. “besides, you love being close to me.”
“i will literally kick you in the shin on camera paige.”
“do it. the fans will love the tension.”
as the shoot went on, damon started directing them into progressively more intimate setups. the gap between them vanished. hands were placed on hips, breaths were turning warm against necks, and paige’s brain was rapidly melting into mush. she was doing her absolute best to mask her sheer, desperate horniness with obnoxious banter, but it was getting harder by the second.
“okay, let’s up the heat.” damon called out, looking through the viewfinder with a grin. “azzi, hop into her lap. face her. let’s get something raw.”
paige barely had time to brace herself before azzi pivoted, straddling her lap. because of the low-slung jeans and the sheer lack of fabric in azzi's bralette, the positioning meant the soft, heavy curve of azzi’s breasts was aligned directly with paige’s face. like, zero distance. paige’s vision was entirely filled with honey-brown skin and the teasing shadow of cleavage.
paige froze. her mind went completely blank. she was staring. she was staring so hard her eyes were practically burning.
the camera clicked. snap! snap!
azzi’s eyes narrowed as she maintained her fierce, sultry pose for the lens. through her teeth, she hissed, “can you stop staring at my breasts?”
paige didn't even blink. she just leaned in a fraction of an inch, her voice dropping to a low, completely unbothered whisper. “well, it’s kinda hard if it’s right in front of me, princess.”
azzi’s cheeks flushed a furious, beautiful pink. “you are insufferable.”
“and you’re sitting on my lap. look who’s winning.”
“that’s it.” azzi snapped, suddenly throwing her hands up. she scrambled off paige’s lap, marching right over to the front of the set toward the photographer. “damon, seriously, why do i have to do this with paige of all people? shouldn’t this be like… a couple thing? it’s way too much.”
paige didn't even bother getting up. she stayed right there on the floor, leaning back on her hands against the backdrop, her legs sprawled out, wearing the biggest, most shit-eating grin known to mankind.
damon lowered his camera. around the studio, the rest of the staff stopped dead in their tracks, slowly looking at each other in stunned silence. azzi fudd was always known to be the epitome of a consummate professional on set. the fact that paige had cracked her standard composure was nothing short of a miracle.
damon blinked, looking between the stressed out azzi and the smugly vibrating paige. “okay,” damon said slowly, raising an eyebrow. “do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend, azzi?”
azzi crossed her arms, defensive. “...no.”
damon’s gaze slowly drifted past azzi’s shoulder, locking onto paige. silently asking what about you?
paige was still peacefully sitting on the ground, completely content with her life choices. without losing a beat, paige offered a loud, cheerful, “nope.” popping the p at the end.
damon looked back at azzi, a wide concerning smile breaking across his face. “do both of you wanna get paid?”
at the exact same time, like a pair of synchronized twins, both azzi and paige aggressively nodded their heads.
“then act like y’all at least tolerate each other for five damn minutes!” damon threw his hands in the air, completely crashing out.
azzi winced, she pursed her lips into a pout. meanwhile paige? yes, she was still shit-grinning in the back.
“back on the lap. let’s go!”
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two weeks later.
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📸: paige bueckers & azzi fudd
bio : gravity pulls, but they pull harder. unapologetic, breathtaking, and entirely magnetic in each other's orbit.
@ paigebueckers and @ azzifudd in calvin klein. closer than ever. #pride
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@bueckers.nation: WAIT??? PAIGE AND AZZI FOR CALVIN KLEIN??? IM SCREAMING 😭😭😭
╰› @fuddontop: this is like a DREAM COLLAB.
╰› @azprincess: what is life fr.
@bigbucketspb: paige is so… 🥵🤤 respectfully.
@womenshoops.vibe: HOLYY— this campaign is absolutely legendary 😭🔥
@pb5court: look at the second slide omg... paige looks DOWN BAD. she is literally staring directly at azzi’s chest like her life depends on it 💀
╰› @paigey5: LMFAO not you calling our girl out 😭
╰› @pb.wings: no but she’s so real for that.
╰›@uconnforever: nah she just gay.
@ballersparadise: THE crossover i never knew i needed. the chemistry in these photos is actually insane.
@fuddszn: azzi looks INSANE in that bralette omg but can we talk about the lap pose??? the way paige is looking up at her??? they are not just coworkers your honor.
@paigeypov: paige is fighting for her actual life in that lap picture. I GET HER, LIKE MOVE TF OUT BLONDIE.
╰› @azlover: NO BUT HOW DO I BECOME AZZI. like i wanna sit on paige’s lap. 🤠
@hoopsandhearts: what does paige have that i don’t 💔😞
╰› @bucketcharts: a lot honey, A LOT.
@damonshotsofficial: y’all don’t wanna know what i went through for this.
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