cheating on megan thee stallion after parading her around, defending her after people within your sport shit on her, and being present for everything she did is a CRAZY choice. like donât sit there and say you want to settle down then turn around and say you canât be monogamous. no excuse for cheating. if you couldnât be monogamous then you shouldâve broken up with meg. piece of shit
oh nothing just the concept of meeting your best friend at usa basketball tryouts and winning 2 gold medals together, commiting to the same college as back to back no. 1 recruits, winning a natty together, then getting drafted to the same wnba team as back to back no. 1 draft picks, and getting to live out your childhood dream of playing in the league together. oh and also over the course of these 10 years you fall in love.
Iâm so done w twitter, these fake ass UConn fans, just bc she didnât shoot well and they didnât get a natty doesnât mean suddenly sheâs ass or doesnât deserve number oneâ tell me this, if paige didnât win the natty last year would we be saying the same shit? That she shouldnât go number one? Lol be so real.
This is a post for real fans of Paige and Azzi. This is not a post for trolls, because I literally could care less about a single one of them. But for those who are actually Pazzi fans, we need to have a quick chat.
Itâs glaringly obvious that many of you are starting to cross a boundary into absolute lunacy. Youâre letting trolls infiltrate your brain and make you insecure. Youâre letting people who sit online all day making up things and trying to convince others affect your daily life. Itâs time to take a step outside. Just 24 hours away from the internet will detox your brain.
I saw someone say this and itâs so trueâŠif I donât like sushi, I donât spend hours of my day running up to people on the street telling them I donât like sushi and trying to convince them to agree with me. You just move on with your life. The reason trolls keep going is because thatâs what they want to do. They want to fight. Theyâre not trying to give you proof or convince you to agree with them. They just want you to keep engaging.
And I find it actually so sad that thereâs actual fans who have been around for years who are now joining in on spreading lies or feeding trolls just because theyâre beginning to be scared or insecure and donât know what to do now that theyâre not getting any âcontent.â People who should be supporting Paige and Azzi are more worried about how theyâre not getting âfedâ or not getting a Pazzi fix that itâs rotted their brains.
Hereâs what it comes down toâŠno one here knows Paige or Azzi personally so NONE of us have any right to make assumptions about their personal relationship. Theyâve shared bits and pieces with us, but it does not mean theyâre obligated to share more.
Letâs look at this summer as an example. Azzi visited Paige a number of times to watch her play basketball. If you took the public basketball game out of the equation, would you have known she was there? No. The only reason we knew about some of those visits was because she was spotted in a very public and crowded arena by fans. So we donât know anything about their lives and when they see each other because itâs none of our business.
All Star weekend was an anomaly. There were cameras and live streams going everywhere but if there werenât? We wouldnât have seen any of it. We wouldnât have known about any of the nights they hung out together. Because itâs none of our business.
Paige flew to LA after her Turks trip and now sheâs shown up at a TCU game last night when everyone thought she was probably still in LA. Just goes to show you that no one has a clue what either of them are doing unless itâs posted by someone. And contrary to your beliefs, they donât actually have to post everything they do.
They are adults and can function in private and they can live their lives in private like they did for YEARS. Things that they do together or apart donât have to be publicly shared. You as a fan have become too comfortable in digging and searching for clues about their relationship. And when you canât find anything to support your delusions, youâre letting your own insecurities overtake your logical thinking.
It is not surprising that they may have decided to go back to the âprivate but not a secretâ route. Given the reaction of insane people, I donât blame them. Theyâve had their lives dissected for far too long. When they hard launched, people became too comfortable and thought that because they were âpublicâ it meant they could share things that should never be shared publicly. And people started posting things on TikTok and Instagram and tagging them in it. Iâm sorry, but if you canât see how absolute fucking batshit crazy and envasive that is, then you really need help.
But itâs also so much more than that.
The media is a cesspool and I donât doubt that itâs played a part. Between social media sites engagement farming their content and local journalists straight reporting absolutely trash, Iâd go private too.
Azzi is in her last year of school, pursuing an MBA which is already not easy. Sheâs also the leader on the basketball team and needs to have a standout season because of the expectations of the draft and her goal of being drafted first overall. Thatâs a heavy load to carry. But then youâve got the Dallas media reporting the fact that drafting Azzi to the Wings would be a distraction just for the fact that sheâs dating Paige while completely ignoring her skills as an actual player. If someone said that about you, wouldnât you want to keep your head down and prove them wrong?
I donât have any answers for your direct questions but all of this is to point out that no one here knows anything. They went long distance for years before they were at UConn together. If you donât think they already knew that this stretch of time would be apart then I donât know what to tell you. There are wnba couples who spend months apart because theyâre on different teams. What makes them any different? If Azzi is drafted somewhere else, theyâd also be apart for months at a time with maybe only 3-4 games against each other.
When you begin questioning a relationship that is not your own, I think it truly means you need to take a day outside. Clear your head, spend time with friends and family, etc. Nothing is that serious in life where you need to spend hours upon hours fighting with trolls trying to convince them of something. Trolls have existed since the beginning of time. Paige and Azzi could make out on the basketball court in front of everyone and trolls would still find a way to fight it. Thatâs just what they do.
Please, if you are an actual fan, stop letting trolls affect the rational side of your brain. The more space you give them, the more mush your brain will become. And you will start to convince yourself of anything. Critical thinking is important and the lack of critical thinking Iâve seen on here from REAL fans is so sad.
And if you truly wanna think something, then think it. But remember, I donât care if you like sushi or not. You donât need to try and convince everyone. Just move on with your life.
Some of yâall are getting too parasocial about pazzi on here for my likingâŠPaige and azzi donât owe us anything. They both have their own lives outside of their relationship and are busy athletes(not talking bout the delusional posts of azzi being at games those are hilarious i love yall). But i feel like since their hard launch there has been an influx of fans who reduce azzi to just Paigeâs girlfriend. Azzi is her own independent woman who has commitments and is the new leader on the team. She has school and classes as well. Stop attaching her identity completely to Paige please its gross. So one last reminder: THEY ARE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL PEOPLE WITH COMMITMENTS.
I miss when paige and azzis relationship wasnât confirmed ngl, like u can tell in their old clips that they are together but like they feel more comfortable bc noone knows and its just them, now everyone is over analyzing their actions and they are not that free anymore, its like they have to prove some things to others, i hope this doesnât affect them too much.
And also some people need to realize that not everyone is comfortable with their relationship being public, and especially when ur super famous, not everyones love language is publicly showing/proving that u love someone.
yall can be disappointed about the concert (as am i) but using it to tear down paige and arikeâs characters is just insane to me⊠mind you we been knew they were cb listeners.
Letâs cut through the excuses. What Sparkle/Labubu is doing and what so many of you are enabling is not âtea,â itâs not âspeculation,â itâs not harmless. Itâs harassment. Itâs defamation. And itâs dangerous.
Paige and Azzi are real people. Theyâre not characters in a drama that you get to write yourself. Theyâre not puzzles for you to solve. And when you spend months calling Paige a cheater every single day, dissecting their jewelry, twisting silence on social media into âproof,â and rewarding someone for pushing those lies, youâre doing more than gossiping.
Youâre piling hate onto the shoulders of two young women who are 22 and 23. Women already under immense public pressure. Women with busy lives, jobs, and schooling. Women who now have to think twice before even opening their phones, because what will they see? Hundreds of strangers ripping apart their character. Strangers deciding who they are.
And hereâs the reality check you donât want to hear: words like this destroy people. This exact kind of rumor-driven hate campaign has, in the past, pushed artists and celebrities into such dark places that they attempted to end their own lives. That is not a hypothetical. It has already happened.
And letâs be crystal clear: their relationship is none of our business. If you, as a fan, are so worried about what happens between them that you treat a troll's lies like breaking news, you need to take a step back.
You can love them together and support their relationship, sureâŠbut you do not know them. You do not get the privilege of knowing them. You donât see their texts. You donât know about the conversations they have. You donât see what they post on their IG âClose Friends.â You are outsiders. Donât confuse being a fan with a closeness that you do not have.Â
And for the people who say, âitâs just an opinion,â you need to learn the difference. Having an opinion is saying, âI personally think they might have broken up.â Thatâs speculation. But when you take that opinion and repeat it so often, so loudly, and with such false confidence that others begin to believe it as factâŠyouâve crossed into spreading lies.
Sparkleâs âopinionsâ have created a full-blown narrative that now drives harassment and hate into real areas of their lives. Their own social media accounts, and their families social media accounts. Thatâs not harmless. Thatâs not âjust sharing an opinion.â Thatâs manipulation. And just because you're not the one directly harassing the families doesn't mean you are not complicit.
And donât forget: this has already gone too far once before. Paige has had a stalker. Someone who genuinely believed he was going to propose and then get her expelled from school. That is the kind of real-world danger that grows when people let delusions and false narratives take root unchecked.Â
Do you understand now why these lies or âopinionsâ arenât a game?
So I need you to ask yourself: how would you feel if your lies, your reblogs, your TikToks, your comments, were the thing that pushed Paige or Azzi over the edge? Would you still call yourself a âfanâ then? Or would you finally admit you were complicit in bullying them to the brink?
If youâre feeding Sparkle, youâre feeding cruelty. Youâre handing her the tools to chip away at two peopleâs mental health day after day. And if you think theyâll never see it, youâre wrong. They already have, and the damage is real.
This is not fandom. This is not love. This is abuse. And if youâre part of it, don't you dare call yourself a fan.
Stop enabling Sparkle. Stop spreading her posts and sending her more fuel to use for more delusions.
Stop turning Paige and Azzi into your personal circus act.Â
And start acting like human beings who understand the weight of your words, before itâs too late.
a/n: okay this might not be my best work cause i rushed it, but felt inspired by the lil clip from Azzi admitting that she has posted on her close friends for Paige to get her attention and just had to get it out. the smut was a little rushed so sorry if it gets repetitive idk đ anyways hope you like it!
warnings: smut, NSFW, minors DNI
wc: 3k+
Azzi was getting ready for a night out with some of the other girls on the team. Caroline, Amari, and she were shoulder to shoulder in front of the bathroom mirror, putting final touches on their makeup. Amari had a playlist of R&B music going and "Love" by Keyshia Cole started playing through the speakers.
Azzi let out a frustrated sigh, followed by an involuntary eye roll. "Dude, can we skip this song?"
Caroline shot her a confused look, raising her voice over the track. "Whatâs wrong with this song?"
"You know who this song makes me think of."
Caroline and Amari just laughed, already familiar with the lore of Azziâs dating life. Amari skipped the song, replacing it with something mellow from Drake, and the three made their way out to the living room.
Caroline wasnât letting it go. "So Iâm guessing you guys arenât in a good spot right now?"
Azzi sighed, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Yeah, you could say that..."
"Az, youâre gonna have to give us more than that."
"She hasnât texted me back all day."
Amari jumped in. "Sheâs probably busy." But they all knew it wasnât true. Even at her busiest, Paige checked her phone religiously.
"I think sheâs mad at me," Azzi admitted.
Caroline raised an eyebrow. "Why? What did you do?"
"Why are you assuming I did something?"
"Azzi," Caroline said pointedly. "What did you do?"
See, the thing was, Azzi and Paige werenât exclusive. Not technically. They were somewhere in that murky, frustrating in-between. Teetering on something real but too scared to say it out loud. With their long friendship history, they knew that crossing the line into a relationship meant it would get seriousâfast. So, they stayed in the gray area. Close enough to want each other, far enough to avoid commitment. But lately, the gray was wearing thin.
The night before, they had gone out. Azzi had drawn the usual male attention, which Paige hated more than she ever admitted. Azzi usually shut it down instantlyâshe wasnât interested in anyone but Paige, her teammates, and her close circle. But that night, a guy from class came up at the bar. From a distance, it mightâve looked flirty. In reality, he was asking to borrow notes.
Azzi felt Paigeâs eyes on her the entire time. She had planned to explain right after, but Paige came in hot.
"Who the hell was that?"
Azzi didnât like her tone. Feeling a little bratty, she decided to play into it.
"What does it matter to you?"
"You know why, Az." Paigeâs voice softened slightly, but the damage was done. Azziâs annoyance flaredânot just at Paige, but at their whole situation. She wanted exclusivity, but hadnât worked up the nerve to ask for it, and Paige wasnât rushing either.
So Azzi pushed harder. "No, I donât think I do. I can talk to whoever I want."
The flash of hurt on Paigeâs face was immediate. "Alright. If thatâs how you wanna be." She turned and walked off, no dramatic exit. Just gone.
Azzi knew sheâd messed up. She tried to fix it the next day. Texted four times. No response. Paige could pout like no one else and Azzi hated knowing that she was upset with her.
After she told Amari and Caroline the whole story, Amariâs eyes lit up.
"I know how you could get her attention."
Azzi raised a skeptical brow. "Alright, do tell."
"You know P is always on Insta. Post something on your close friendsâjust for her."
"You mean like... edit it so only she sees it?" Azzi asked, a smirk already forming.
Amari nodded with a mischievous eyebrow wiggle.
Azzi headed back to the bathroom, phone in hand, thoughts racing ahead of her. She stopped in front of the mirror and took herself inâblack crop top hugging her just right, jean mini skirt riding high on her hips. Her hair was down, loose black curls framing her face and falling over her shoulders. The silver jewelry in her belly button caught the light as she shifted her stance. She looked good. The kind of good that didnât just deserve attention, but demanded it.
She popped the button on the skirt and pulled the zipper down halfway, letting it fall open just enough to reveal the black lace of her thongâthin, delicate, sitting high on her hips. She shifted her weight to one leg, tilted her pelvis slightly, and let the fabric of the skirt ride up on one side. One hand went to her waistband, thumb tucked inside, fingers pulling up the hem just a little more.Just enough to teaseâsexy, but not trashy, and not trying too hard
She leaned in closer to the mirror, biting her bottom lip, letting her expression settle into something between smug and inviting. She didnât smile. She smirked. Eyes half-lidded, knowing exactly what kind of reaction this would pull out of Paige.
Click.
She stared at the photo for a few seconds before showing it to Amari and Caroline. They screamed in response.
"Oh, Paige is gonna lose her shit," Caroline said.
"Azzi, you are a menace," Amari added.
Azzi laughed, looking at the picture again. "What if this just makes her more mad?"
"Sheâs not gonna be thinking about last night when she sees that," Amari said with confidence.
That was all the reassurance she needed. Azzi double, triple checked Paige was the only person on her close friends list, then hit post.
Later, at the bar...
Azzi and the others arrived to find Paige already there, leaning against the bar with a half-empty dirty Shirley in hand. From the way her elbow rested loosely on the counter, her knees angled a little too wide, and her head tilting toward Aubrey mid-laugh, Azzi guessed it was her thirdâmaybe fourth. There was a looseness in her movements, a slightly delayed blink, the kind of easy smile that only showed up when the alcohol had settled in.
But the second her eyes landed on Azzi, all that looseness disappeared. Her shoulders pulled tight, her jaw set, and she turned back toward Aubrey without a word.
Azzi felt the shift like a punch
So either sheâd seen the story and was pissedâor she hadnât seen it yet.
Azzi turned to Amari. "Go find out."
Amari, always down for some mild espionage, nodded and strolled over. She hovered for a while, waiting for an opening to pull Paige aside. It took longer than expected, and every time Azzi shot her a look, Amari shrugged like, Iâm trying.
Finally, she found her window.
"Hey, whereâs your phone at?" she asked, casual as possible.
Paige patted her pockets. "Shit, I think I left it at home."
Amari blinked. "Are you serious right now?"
"What? Itâs not that deep."
"Just... safety hazard," Amari mumbled, realizing she sounded way too invested.
"Iâll make sure not to leave alone," Paige said, still tipsy but oblivious.
Amari returned to Azzi, face grim. "She didnât bring her phone."
Azzi ran a hand down her face. "Of course she didnât."
The rest of the night, Paige and Azzi stayed in their separate corners, surrounded by teammates who could clearly sense something was off. Everyone pretended like it was normal. Azzi left early, tired and disappointed that her plan to get back into Paigeâs good graces had failed. She hadnât had more than two drinks and didnât feel like sleeping, so she curled up on the couch with a book after changing into an oversized shirt.Â
A few chapters in, her eyes started drooping, and she realized she had reread the same sentence for the fourth time. Just as she was about to head to bed, a knock came at the door.Â
She opened it without thinking, assuming it was one of her roommates who had forgotten their keys.
Paige.
Phone in hand. Wild eyes. Intent burning behind them.
Azzi barely had time to react before Paige stepped inside, grabbed her under the thighs, and lifted her clean off the ground. Azzi wrapped her legs around her waist without thinking, a sharp breath catching in her throat.
Their mouths met hardâmessy, fast, all tongue and teeth. It wasnât gentle. It was the kind of kiss you give when you've been pissed off and turned on in equal measure for too long. Azzi clutched at Paigeâs shoulders, trying to pull her closer even though there was nowhere else to go.
Paige didnât slow down until they hit the kitchen. She turned, lifted Azzi higher, and set her down on the counter like sheâd done it a hundred times. Her hands were still on her thighs.
Then she pulled out her phone, screen already lit, and held it up between them.
âWhat the fuck is this, baby?â
Azzi tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Just a picture."
"Why is it on close friends?"
"Was feeling myself," Azzi replied, casual, but her breathing wasnât as even as she wanted it to be.
"Nah. Try again." Paigeâs hands slid up Azziâs thighs lightly, her touch almost taunting.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, lips curving. "You donât think I should be sharing that with our friends?"
"I know you didnât. I checked every phone in the apartment. Nobody else saw this."
Azzi swallowed. "Okay, so..."
"So why post that instead of just texting me?"
"You werenât answering my texts. I needed a different way to get your attention."
Paige leaned in closer, her mouth just brushing Azziâs jaw. "Well, fuck. You definitely got it."
Azziâs pulse spiked, but she kept her chin tilted. "What if I donât want it now?"
Paige brushed her lips against Azziâs ear and whispered. "Now I know youâre lying."
She didnât waste a secondâAzzi was already on the kitchen counter, legs parted just enough to invite her in. Paige stepped between them, hands gripping her thighs as she leaned in, mouth finding Azziâsâurgent, messy, a little frustrated. The kind of kiss that wasnât asking permission, just picking up where the tension had left off. Azzi met her just as fiercely, hands threading into Paigeâs hair, pulling her in tighter. It wasnât soft, wasnât sweet. It was all the things they hadnât said and everything they couldnât keep in.
Azzi gasped, her fingers curling into Paigeâs hair. âAre you mad?"
"Mad?" Paige breathed against her neck. "No. Iâm turned on as hell."
Her hands slid beneath the hem of Azziâs shirt, fingertips skating over the soft ridges of her abs before drifting higher. Paige paused for a beat, feeling the heat of skin, then exhaled slowly when she realized Azzi wasnât wearing a bra.
She pushed the shirt up inch by inch, revealing more skin, until her hands cupped Azziâs breastsâwarm, soft, already sensitive. Her thumbs brushed over Azziâs nipples, bare and hardening under her touch, and Azzi sucked in a sharp breath, her back instinctively arching toward her.
Paige didnât rush. She leaned in, tongue flicking over one nipple while her other hand rolled the other between her fingersâslow, lazy, deliberate. Azziâs fingers tangled in her hair, grip tightening each time Paigeâs mouth closed around her.
A low moan slipped out before she could stop it. âFuckâŠâ Her voice cracked at the end, and Paigeâs smile curved against her skin. She let her mouth trail up, kissing over the swell of Azziâs breast, along her collarbone, until they were eye to eye.
âYou knew what you were doing,â Paige said, her breath warm against Azziâs lips.
âAnd you came all the way over here for what?â Azzi shot back, voice light but edged with challenge, like she wasnât ready to give Paige the satisfaction just yet.
Paige didnât flinch. She slid her hand down, hooking a finger into the lace waistband of Azziâs thong, tugging it just slightly. âTo remind you who you belong to.â
Azziâs breath caught, but she wasnât about to fold that easily. âWeâre not even official,â she shot back, chin tilted with daring eyes.
âI donât care,â Paige said, voice low, steady. She dragged the thong down just enough to expose skin, her knuckles brushing heat. âYouâre still mine.â
Azzi opened her mouth like she had a comeback, something cocky and defiantâbut all that came out was a soft gasp.
Paigeâs mouth crashed back onto Azziâs, all heat and pressure, lips parting like they were trying to settle an argument with their teeth. It wasnât sweetâit was messy, impatient, still laced with everything unspoken between them. Azzi kissed her back just as hard, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other still tangled in Paigeâs shirt like she couldnât decide whether to pull her closer or shove her away.
Then her hand slid between Azziâs thighsâconfident, unhesitatingâand Azziâs breath caught mid-kiss. Her whole body jolted at the contact, a sharp gasp breaking between their mouths. Her hips bucked without meaning to, chasing the pressure, wanting more.
Paige didnât stop. She pressed in just enough to tease, her palm firm against Azziâs heat, her fingers still hovering but close enough to drive her crazy.
Azzi reached down, fumbling with Paigeâs belt, tugging it open. "Need you."
"Say please."
Azz smirked, even through the haze. "Make me."
That was all the invitation Paige needed. She slipped her hand deeper between Azziâs thighs, pressing two fingers against herâslow and deliberate, just enough to make her squirm. The heat there was unmistakable, damp and throbbing through the lace, and Paige dragged her fingers in a slow circle, not giving her what she wanted yet, just letting her feel how close she was.
Azziâs breath hitched hard. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter like she needed something to ground her. The tension in her body was coiled tight, hips tilting toward Paigeâs hand, chasing more pressure even though she didnât want to be the first to ask.
Paigeâs other hand slid up the back of Azziâs neck and into her hair, fisting just enough to get her attention. She gave a gentle but firm tug, pulling Azziâs head back so their eyes lockedâso Azzi couldnât hide behind anything clever or coy.
Paigeâs voice was low, breath warm against her lips. "This is what you wanted, right?"
Azzi didnât answer at first. Her lips parted, then closed again. She bit down on the inside of her cheek.
"Az," Paige prompted, her fingers still hovering, heat building.
"Maybe," Azzi finally whispered.
Paige smiled, but it was more hunger than humor. "Thatâs not a yes."
"Itâs not a no either," Azzi pushed back, but her voice wavered.
"You posted that picture for me. You knew exactly what it would do."
Azzi closed her eyes, breath shallow. "Fine. Yeah. I wanted this."
âGood,â Paige said, her voice rough with want, but calmâtoo calm for how fast her heart was pounding.
She didnât go back in to kiss her. Instead, her focus stayed on her hand as she finally pushed two fingers inside, slow and steady, no hesitation. The stretch was enough to pull a gasp from Azzi, her head tipping back until it hit the cabinet behind her with a dull thud. Her mouth fell open, breath catching hard in her throat.
Paige watched it allâwatched her unravel in real time. Her rhythm was slow at first, deep and purposeful, not giving Azzi everything, just enough to make her ache for it. The tension in Azziâs thighs built fast, muscles tightening around Paigeâs hips as if her body was trying to pull her in closer on its own.
Azziâs hands scrambled for something to holdâPaigeâs shoulders, the counterâs edge, her own shirtâlike she needed an anchor just to keep from floating away.
Paige leaned in close, mouth hovering near Azziâs ear as she curled her fingers just right. "Still wanna act like a brat?" Paige whispered.
Azzi couldnât speak. Just shook her head, nails digging into Paigeâs shoulders.
"Didnât think so."
The sounds in the kitchen were obsceneâwet, desperate, and raw. Every movement of Paigeâs fingers was answered with a moan or a gasp, Azzi unable to hold back anymore. Her breath came in broken rhythms, high-pitched and needy. Paige kept it steady, curling her fingers just slightly on every pass, her wrist rolling in a rhythm that felt practiced but unhurried. She knew exactly what she was doingâand Azzi felt it in every controlled movement.
Paigeâs eyes flicked up to her face, smirking when her fingers came away slick before pressing back in. âYouâre so fucking wet,â she murmured, low enough that it felt like it was just for Azzi.
Every time she brushed that spot just right, Azziâs legs jerked a little, breath catching in her throat, her stomach tightening beneath Paigeâs other hand, which was pressed flat against her like an anchor. She was already close, and they both knew it.
And then Paige stopped.
Azziâs body jolted with the absence, hips lifting involuntarily. Her hand reached for Paige without thinking, fingers brushing the hem of her shirt like she could pull her back in. But Paige was already dropping to her knees.
She didnât say anything. Just pulled Azzi forward, thumbs pressing into the soft crease where thigh met hip. Paige tugged the lace thong down in one motion. Let it fall. Then leaned in.
The first swipe of Paigeâs tongue was low and slow, right through the center of her, unflinching. Azzi sucked in a sharp breath, her whole body twitching like sheâd been caught off guardâeven though sheâd seen it coming. Her hands shot back, gripping the edge of the counter hard.
Paige didnât stop to look at her. Just licked again, slow and wet, dragging the flat of her tongue from Azziâs entrance all the way up, ending with a soft flick over her clit. Azzi let out a quiet, strangled noise, hips jerking without meaning to.
Paige settled in like she had all night. Her grip tightened on Azziâs thighs as she spread her wider and went in againâthis time with more pressure, her tongue pressing into every part of her like she was trying to taste everything. She sucked, slow and deep, lips wrapping around Azziâs clit just long enough to make her groan, then let go with a slick, obscene sound.
Azziâs thighs trembled. Her head tipped back, jaw slack, eyes squeezed shut. She couldnât think. Couldnât talk. Just felt.
Paige moved messily, hungrily, tongue rolling over her, under herâfucking her with her mouth now, not trying to be gentle about it. Her nose pressed into Azziâs skin, her mouth soaked, chin wet, but she didnât care. She was locked in, relentless.
Azzi could barely hold herself up. Her grip on the counter was slipping. One hand left it, found Paigeâs head, fingers weaving through her hair, pulling. Not to stop herâjust to keep her there.
âFuck, Paigeââ she gasped, voice wrecked.
Paige groaned against her, and the vibration made Azziâs thighs clamp down, breath catching hard in her throat. Paige just pushed deeper, licking faster, tongue moving tight and fast now. Azzi could barely stay upright. Her arms were shaking, hands slipping on the counter, thighs locked tight around Paigeâs head. One hand found Paigeâs hair and held her thereâtightâher hips grinding against her mouth like she needed more, deeper, now.
âFuckâdonât stop,â Azzi gasped. âDonât you fucking stop.â
Paige didnât. She kept going, tongue flicking fast, pressure right where it needed to be, messy and perfect and relentless.
Azzi started to come apart. Her breathing turned into noise, loud, fast, raw. âRight thereâfuckâPaige, yesâright fucking thereââ
She broke mid-word, the sound ripped straight from her throat as her whole body snapped tight, thighs shaking around Paigeâs shoulders. She came hard, loud and messy, no holding back, just one long, broken cry that bounced off the kitchen walls.
Paige didnât stop right away. She eased up slow, licking through it while Azzi slumped back against the cabinets, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were still twitching, her grip on Paigeâs hair loose but still there.
When Paige finally pulled away, her face was wet, mouth slick, eyes heavy. She looked up like she knew exactly what sheâd done.
Azzi was breathless, chest rising fast, body still shaking.
"Holy shit," Azzi whispered.
"Thatâs what happens when you post thirst traps," Paige said, grinning as she pulled back slightly, wiping the remnants of Azzi off her face.
Azzi groaned. "I might need to do that more often."
"Donât play with me."
They laughed, forehead to forehead, breath still uneven.
At some point, theyâd made it to the couch. Neither of them could remember how. They were just there nowâlimbs tangled, skin sticky, breath slower. Azziâs leg draped over Paigeâs, Paigeâs hand resting on her hip, both of them sunk into the warmth still hanging between them.
The silence that settled wasnât awkward. It just was. Heavy, but not in a bad way. Like something real was sitting in the room with them, waiting.
Paige finally broke it. "Iâm sorry for ignoring you all day."
Azzi sighed. "Iâm sorry for being a brat last night."
Paige turned her head. "What are we even doing anymore?"
"What do you mean?"
"I clearly donât want to be with anyone else. And I get the feeling you donât either."
Azzi looked at her, voice soft. "Well, yeah."
"So... should we just make this shit official?"
Azzi raised an eyebrow, her voice dry but not unkind. âIs this how youâre asking me to be your girlfriend?â
Paige gave a small shrug, her expression soft but unreadable. âWould it be the wrong time?â
Azzi looked at her for a beatâlong enough to make it clear she was thinking about it. She smirked, but there was something warmer behind it now. âYouâre gonna have to try a little harder than that, Paige Madison.â
Paige leaned back on her elbows, lips quirking. âSo thatâs a yes with conditions?â
Azzi rolled her eyes, but she didnât move away. âThatâs a âweâll see if you can pull it off.ââ
if i hear one mf tell me âSoNiA CiTrOn for ROTYâ please i will disrespectfully hit you with my car.
multiple times.
i respect SC as a playerâ yes sheâs proven herselfâ but she is on a decent team with decent players around her. they can win games if she scores 0-5 points and theyâll win games if she scores 20.
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