Summary: Azziâs parents gave her the birds-and-the-bees talk like everyone else, but things donât exactly work that way for lesbians. So, Paige decides to teach her instead.Â
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Hold Me While I Fall Apart
Summary: Paige is used to keeping it together, staying strong for everyone else--everyone except Azzi. With Azzi? She could let herself fall apart. sub!pxdom!a.
One of a Kind
Summary: Azzi is worried that she doesn't amount to much on the court without Paige. But Paige shows her that it has never been true. dom!pxsub!a.
Know Better
Summary: You and Paige are perfect for each other. You're both busy with your own lives and have very different plans after graduation. It was simple, easy. But somewhere along the way, it became more. Even though you both know better. player!paigexplayer!reader
please make it less obvious if you are going to fill the tags with ai slop fics
Just bc you canât write your way out of a paper bag doesnât make it ai <3
Also what ai are you guys using that can write sex scenes?? It took me eight hours to finish that one-shot and I was up til 5 AMâmaybe I could use the help đđ
For youre too seeet for me, will we ever get possessive Azzu?
If itâs desired. I donât have that in my original plans so it would be a requests and those are closed right now. However Iâd be happy to write this when theyâre back open!!
đŹ 0  đ 0  â€ïž 2 · Oooo yes like when sheâs really sleepy would work perfectly for that!
I love that idea! Thank you.
I have one request ahe
Combined this request with one for somnophilia
Word Count:Â 6.6k
Contains: perv!dom!pxnaive!sub!p. daddy kink. somnophilia. dubcon. fingering (a receiving). oral (a receiving). Â
[a/n]: UhmâŠ..yeah Paige is a fucking freak lmao. I hope y'all enjoy
While Azzi might have been Paige's sweet, innocent girl, she was still twenty-two years old.
People had a habit of mistaking innocence for ignorance.
Azzi wasn't ignorant.
She was simply... unaware.
She didn't have a name for the not-quite butterflies Paige gave herâthe ones that started in her stomach before sinking somewhere lower, leaving her flushed and inexplicably breathless. She only knew they happened whenever Paige looked at her a certain way.
She never noticed the way her gaze lingered on Paige's hands whenever she thought no one was watching, following the flex of long fingers after practice or the slow roll of Paige's sleeves up her forearms. Her lips would disappear between her teeth before she caught herself, her thoughts wandering somewhere she couldn't quite put into words.
Or the way her eyes would absentmindedly trace a bead of sweat as it slipped down the side of Paige's neck, only jerking away when she realized she'd been staring. The blush that followed always answered the question before anyone had to ask.
She didn't notice the way her breathing caught whenever Paige's palm settled against the small of her back, guiding rather than leading. Paige would lean in just enough that her voice became something meant only for Azzi.
"You're so pretty, baby."
Soft.
Low.
Barely above a whisper.
Azzi would freeze for the briefest heartbeat before melting into the touch. Her lips would part in quiet surprise as she searched Paige's face, almost as though she couldn't believe those words were meant for her.
It wasn't that she'd never heard words like attraction or desire before. Of course she had. She wasn't naïve.
She'd just... never realized they could apply to her.
Or to Paige.
For so long, she'd dismissed the strange flutter in her stomach whenever Paige smiled at her, the warmth that spread through her chest whenever Paige called her baby, the way her thoughts seemed to stall whenever Paige touched the small of her back or leaned in close enough that the rest of the world disappeared.
She'd convinced herself everyone felt like that around their best friend.
Apparently...not everyone did.
KK was the first to say something.
She wandered over while Azzi stood rooted to the spot, openly watching a sweat-soaked Paige tip her head back to drink from a water bottle.
KK silently held out another bottle.
Azzi accepted it with a confused, "Thanks?"
KK snorted.
"You looked thirsty."
Azzi blinked.
"...I just finished practice."
"Mhm."
The grin spreading across KK's face should've been warning enough.
"What?"
"Nothing." KK waved a dismissive hand, already walking away. "Ask Paige what I meant later."
Azzi frowned after her, thoroughly confused.
Jana was next.
She caught Azzi staring at Paige's hands for one beat too long as Paige absentmindedly taped her fingers before drills.
"So," Jana said casually, "you thinking about buying a new necklace?"
Azzi looked up, completely baffled.
"...What?"
Jana held up both hands in surrender before immediately doubling over laughing at the pinched confusion on Azzi's face.
"Oh my God," she wheezed. "You seriously don't know."
"I don't know what?"
"Exactly."
She walked away still laughing, leaving Azzi standing there with absolutely no answers and an increasingly suspicious feeling that everyone else had somehow been handed instructions she never received.
Honestly, Azzi was starting to get a little frustrated.
It seemed like everyone was in on some massive joke except her.
Every time she tried to figure it out, someone would give her that same knowing lookâthe kind that made her feel like she had somehow missed an entire conversation everyone else had been invited to.
Even Paige was guilty.
Especially Paige.
Azzi would ask her what everyone was laughing about, and Paige would just smile.
Not a normal smile.
One of those infuriatingly confident ones that made Azzi's stomach flip and her brain short-circuit at the same time.
The kind that said, I know exactly what they're talking about.
The kind that said, I'm not telling you.
"Paige," Azzi would complain, narrowing her eyes.
"What, baby?"
"You're doing it again."
"Doing what?"
"That thing where you pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."
Paige would just laugh, pressing a kiss to her forehead like that somehow answered anything.
It did not.
Eventually, Caroline took pity on her.
Or, at least, Azzi liked to think that was what happened.
She found her later, casually holding out a book.
Azzi took it without thinking, then immediately paused.
The cover alone was enough to make heat rush into her cheeks.
Two women stared back at her, wrapped up in each other's arms, the kind of closeness that made Azzi suddenly very aware of the fact that she was standing in the middle of the room holding it.
She looked up slowly.
"Caroline."
"Hm?"
"What is this?"
Caroline only shrugged, completely unfazed.
"Read it."
Azzi looked back down at the cover, then back at her.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"You're not going to explain?"
"Nope."
"Why does everyone keep doing that?"
Caroline just smiled, patting her shoulder.
"Trust me."
Azzi stared at the book for another long moment.
She had no idea what was happening.
But judging by the way everyone had been acting lately, she had a feeling this was somehow connected.
And, for the first time, she was starting to wonder if maybe the joke had never been about everyone else.
Maybe it had been about her all along.
That night, Azzi sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed, staring down at the novel in her lap.
The cover alone still made her cheeks burn.
She hesitated for another moment before opening to the first page.
By midnight, she was halfway through.
At some point, she had stopped reading about characters and started imagining herself with a certain blonde.Â
The words on the page painted a heated image in her mind: the blonde's fingers dragging over her skin, her mouth on Azzi's neck, Paigeâs thigh between her ownâpressed right up against Azzi'sâ
She closed the book with trembling fingers, letting it rest against her knees as she stared blankly at the wall.
Her chest rose and fell too fast.
The book lay heavy in her lap, the story still vivid behind her eyelidsâ*Paigeâs* face, *Paigeâs* touch, all those little details that werenât even in the novel but somehow crept into Azzi's mind anyway.
She hadn't meant to picture Paige like that. She really hadn't. But now she couldnât unsee itâthe way the blonde would look at her with those darkening eyes before kissing down Azzi's jawâŠ
Azzi squeezed hers shut tight and groaned softly into the quiet room.
Why was this happening?
And why did it feel so⊠real?
So intense?
Like something burning low in her stomach that wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to push it down.
Azzi waited a beat before picking the book back up and opening it to where she left off.Â
' Danielle arched into Tory, keening. "Please, daddy.â
The brunette hurriedly closed the book again, breath ragged.Â
Please daddy.
The words echoed in her headâplease daddyâover and over, like a loop she couldnât escape.
It wasnât just about the scene anymore. It was about Paige; Paige, who always spoke so low and smooth, whoâd sometimes smirk at Azzi when no one else was looking, that possessive glint in her eyes.
Would Paige like it?
Would she let Azzi say something like that to her?Â
Would it make those hungry eyes go even hungrier?Â
Make her pull Azzi closer with that strong grip of hers?
Azzi bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to hurt, heart pounding wildly.
She hadn't realized until this very second how badly part of her wanted to try.
The room felt too warm.
Azziâs pulse thrummed in her ears, loud and insistent, like a drumbeat syncing with every reckless thought that flashed through her mind.
Daddy P.
That stupid nickname she'd heard tossed around as a jokeânow it wasnât funny at all. Now it was electric, buzzing under Azzi's skin like live wire.
She pictured Paige standing there in that crisp white suit againâthe one from the draft edits everyone had obsessed over. The way she commanded the room without even trying. How effortlessly authoritative she looked, how the sharp lines of the suit emphasized the sharp lines of Paigeâs body in the most delicious way.
Her stomach flipped violently when another image hit: Paige looking down at her, smirking faintly before murmuring,"Say it."
Azzi squeezed both hands over her face with a tiny, strangled noise.
This was bad. This was really bad.
Once Azzi knew, she couldn't unknow it.
Every interaction with Paige suddenly carried a weight she'd never noticed before.
It was infuriating.
It was embarrassing.
The mental images were vividâtoo vivid.
Every time she looked at Paige, her mind supplied details from that book: soft lips brushing skin, hands sliding under fabric, the quiet intimacy of two people who loved each other completely.
Her chest tightened.
Her breath shortened.
And without meaning toâwithout even realizing it at firstâsheâd squeeze her thighs together beneath the table or on the couch whenever those thoughts surfaced.
It was subconscious. Instinctive. Like her body reacted before her brain could stop it.
She hated how obvious she probably was being around Paige now, but she couldnât help it. It was all Azzi could think about.Â
The word sat at the tip of her tongue, just behind her teeth every time she saw the blonde.Â
The days blurred together.
Every morning, Azzi woke up with that wordâdaddyâlodged in her chest like a secret too heavy to carry. Every time Paige walked into the room, sheâd tense slightly, hyper-aware of everything about her: the way her hair fell over her shoulder when she left it down, how casually dominant she was without even trying, how easily everyone else seemed to follow what she said.
And worst of all? Paige noticed.
She didnât say anything. Not directly.
But Azzi could feel itâthe longer glances held just a second too long. The slight curve at the corner of Paigeâs lips whenever Azzi flinched or looked away quickly after staring at her mouth for half a breath too long.
That night during dinner, Paige stood behind Caroline's chair helping plate food while softly scolding Aubrey about leaving dishes in the sink ("Really? You're an adult."). Her voice was calm but firmâthe kind that made people listen instantlyâand as soon as those words left Paigeâs mouth, Azzi swallowed hard and squeezed both thighs together under the table so tight they almost hurt.
The moment their eyes met, Azzi felt like sheâd been caught doing something forbidden.
Paige wasnât smilingânot reallyâbut there was a quiet intensity in her gaze that made Azziâs stomach flip. Like Paige knew. Like she could see right through the flustered mess inside her head and straight to the thoughts Azzi had been desperately trying to suppress.
Azzi immediately looked down at her plate, shoving a forkful of food into her mouth like it was the most interesting thing in the worldâanything to avoid holding eye contact another second.
Her pulse hammered. Her face burned hotter than ever before.Â
There was no way that she could knowâŠ..
Right?
And yet, something about the look in her eye made Azzi wonder.Â
Paige cornered the girl as she was putting her dishes away. The older woman slid behind her, silent and solid against Azzi's back. Her warm hand landed on Azzi's hip--calloused and familiar.Â
"You wanna have a little sleepover tonight, ma? We can watch a movie?" Paige whispers in her ear, warm breath making the curly-haired girl shudder.Â
Despite the fact they lived in the same dorm, just across the hall from each other, they still had "sleepovers" as if they lived miles apart.Â
Azzi is nodding before the question fully leaves Paige's lips.
Paigeâs lips curled into a slow, satisfied smileâso easyâas she felt Azzi nod against her.
She didnât pull away. Instead, Paige leaned in closer, pressing her chest lightly to the back of Azziâs shoulders while that single hand on her hip slid around just slightlyâpossessive but gentle.
Her breath still ghosted over Azziâs ear as she murmured again:
âGood girl.â
Two words. Softly spoken. But they hit like lightning down Azzi's spine. Her breath hitched, and she clutched the counter.Â
Then Paige kissed the side of her headâa rare public affectionâand stepped back before anyone could notice anything out of the ordinary between them.Â
For the rest of the night, Paige watched Azzi from across the room like a predator savoring the anticipation.
Every time their eyes met, Paige would simply smirkâthat slow, knowing curve of her lips that said she could see every second ticking by in Azziâs anxious mind. She didnât rush anyone out. Didnât speed up cleaning or suggest they leave early.
Nope.
She took her sweet time drying dishes with Caroline, laughing softly at something KK said, even sitting down to eat dessert like this was just another normal nightâwhile poor Azzi sat stiffly on the couch trying not to glance over every thirty seconds and failing miserably each time.
When the door clicked shut behind the last team member, Paige stoodâslowlyâand stretched her arms over her head with a lazy yawn that did nothing to hide the predatory gleam in her eyes.
Azzi was already on high alert. Heart pounding. Hands fidgeting in her lap.
Paige turned off the kitchen light first, then walked through the living room toward Azziâs bedroom, not her room across the hallâshe stopped at Azziâs doorway and glanced back at him still sitting there frozen on their couch like a deer caught in headlights.
"You need an invite to your own room, ma?" Paige teases, eyes glinting.Â
Azzi couldn't shake the feeling she was walking into a lion's denâabout to be devoured whole.....and she's not sure that she minded
Paige didnât wait.
The second Azzi stoodâslow, hesitant, like she was walking toward her doomâshe reached out and hooked two fingers into the waistband of Azziâs sweatpants. Not rough. Just there. A silent claim.
She tugged the brunette forward.
One step. Then another.
Until Azzi was stumbling past her into the dimly lit bedroomâthe soft glow from a small lamp casting long shadows across the walls and bed that suddenly felt way too small.Â
Paige closed the bedroom door with a soft clickâand turned the lock.
Not that she needed to. No one was coming back tonight.
But it felt symbolic. Final.
She peeled off her hoodie slowly, revealing a tight white tank underneath, then kicked off her sneakers before crawling onto the bed after her. Azzi licked her lips as she watched.
The mattress dipped under Paigeâs weight as she settled on one side of Azzi, close enough that their shoulders brushed.Â
For a moment, neither spoke.
Just silenceâthe kind thick with tension and something electric building between themâand those big brown eyes staring up at her like Paige held all the answers in existence.
The TV screen lit up with the opening credits of some random drama seriesâsomething Azzi had watched before but barely remembered.
Paige didnât pay attention to it. She kept her eyes on Azzi.
And when she saw how distracted Azzi wasâher gaze flickering from Paigeâs face down to her arms, then back up like he couldnât decide where to lookâshe felt that little spark in her chest again. The one that always flared whenever she realized just how much her girl wanted her.Â
Without warning, Paige shifted closer and draped an arm over Azziâs shoulders, pulling her gently into a sideways hug against her side.
The warmth of Paigeâs body seeped into Azzi like sunlight through a windowâgentle, steady, safe
Her head rested against Paigeâs shoulder now, her breathing slowing as the tension that had been coiled in her chest for days finally unwound. No more flustered thoughts about what to say or how to act. Just this.
Paige felt itâthe way Azzi went soft beside herâand something tender swelled in her chest.
She didnât tease anymore. Didnât smirk or whisper anything provocative.
Instead? She just let the show play quietly in the background while she absently brushed a few curls from his forehead with two fingers, then slowly pressed a kiss thereâlight as airâas if it were second nature by now.
Paige felt the exact moment Azzi fell asleep.
Her breath evened outâslow, deep, peacefulâand her body went completely lax against hers. The weight of the brunetteâs head grew heavier on her shoulder, and the arm that had been loosely curled around Paigeâs waist now rested limp over her stomach.
She turned slightly to look down at her.
Moonlight from the window spilled across Azziâs faceâsoftening every featureâand Paige couldnât help but smile. She looked so young like this. So innocent and hers in a way that made something possessive curl warmly inside her chest.
Carefullyâso carefully not to wake herâPaige adjusted them both into a more comfortable position: shifting onto their sides with one pillow shared between them and pulling up the blanket to cover them properly.
They stayed like that for a while, Paige watching Azzi's face until she eventually drifted off herself.Â
But at some point, she woke to the sound of soft whines
Paige stirred slowly, blinking awake in the dim room.
The TV had long since gone darkâscreen blackâbut moonlight still painted gentle stripes across the bed. She wasnât sure how long sheâd been asleep, but Azziâs soft whines brought her fully back to consciousness.
They werenât loud. Just tiny, breathy little soundsâmhm, ahâlike she was caught in a dream that wasn't quite right.
Azziâs  face scrunched slightly, brows knitting together as she shifted closer to Paige unconsciously
She put a hand on the curly-haired girl's shoulderâintent to wake herâwhen a soft whimper made her pause.Â
"Ah.....daddy"
The word hit Paige like a physical force.
Daddy.
Soft. Sleepy. Whispered without any awarenessâlike it was the most natural thing in the world to call her that, even while dreaming.
Her breath stopped completely.
Heart? Gone. Stopped beating entirely for one long, suspended second.
Then it came crashing backâharder than everâthudding wildly against her ribs as heat flooded every inch of her body from head to toe. Her fingers curled slightly where they still rested on Azziâs shoulderâ not moving, barely breathing.
She hadnât planned this moment at allâbut suddenly everything made sense: why Azzi had been so flustered around her lately, how she'd looked away every time their eyes met.âŠ
And now here she wasâher sweet, innocent girlâwhining daddy in her sleep as she meant it.
Paige stayed perfectly stillâlike a predator frozen mid-hunt, afraid to scare off the prey.
Her wide eyes never left Azziâs face as she waitedâhopingâ for another sound. Another whimper. Anything.
Azzi shifted again, turning her head slightly into Paigeâs shoulder like she was seeking comfort even in sleep. His lips partedâand out came another soft murmur:
â...pleaseâŠâ
Please.
For what? She didnât know. But her imagination immediately supplied many possibilities
And god help herâshe wanted to give Azzi exactly what she needed.Â
The realization hit Paige like a waveâwarm, overwhelming, possessive
Her girl. Her sweet, flustered Azziâthe one who blushed at everything and could barely look her in the eye during practiceâwas dreaming about her. Needing her. Whispering for her like she was some kind of lifeline.
And not just thatâsheâd called her daddy.
Paige had never wanted anything more than she wanted Azzi right now.Â
"Yeah? Daddy's here," Paige murmurs, brushing soft curls back from the other girl's face.Â
She traces Azziâs delicate features, keeping her touch light so as not to wake the girl. She traces the slope of the younger girlâs shoulder, then down her side.Â
Her fingers come to an exposed strip of skin from where the other girlâs shirt had ridden up. Her touch was fire on Azziâs skin, mapping every dip and curve with reverence: the way Azzi shivered even in sleep when Paige traced over her hip, how she instinctively curled closer into that touch like it was home.Â
Paigeâs breath came slow and controlledâeach exhale a quiet battle against the storm of want building inside her.
Despite being unconscious, the other woman was still responsive to Paigeâs touchâas if her body knew it belonged to the blonde already.Â
This girlâthe one who didnât realize how devastating she was to everyone around herâwas responding to her like this. To touches no one else had ever given.
Paige had to bite back another groan at the thought.Â
It wrecked Paige.
And it made something primal rise up in herâprotective, possessive, aching with the need to claim every inch of what was clearly hers already.
Azzi's soft lips parted in another whine.Â
"Paige...."
The sound of her name on Azziâs lipsâsoft, sleepy, desperateânearly shattered Paige.
Paige
Spoken like a prayer. Like the only person in the world who mattered right now.
And hearing it? Hearing that sweet voice call out for her like she was everything?
Paige lost whatever thin thread of restraint she had left.
She rolled Azzi gentlyâso carefullyâonto her back, propping one arm beneath Azziâs shoulders to keep her from jostling too much. The motion was smooth, practiced almost, like sheâd imagined this moment a hundred times before, and now it was finally happening.
The moonlight painted silver streaks across Azzi's faceâthe curve of her cheekbones, the fluttering lashes against soft skinâand Paige drank it all in for just a second before leaning down slowly.
Her lips hovered an inch above Azziâs.
Paigeâs lips were feather-lightâbarely there.
The first kiss landed at the corner of Azziâs mouth, soft and tentative, a whisper of contact. Then another, then another, trailing slowly along her jawline like she was mapping every inch with devotion.
No rush. No hungerâyet. Just reverence.
Each kiss was placed with care: on the sharp line of her bone, just below her ear where skin met hairline, then down to that sensitive spot near her pulse point that Paige had secretly memorized from watching Azzi react during massages or when someone hugged too tightly.Â
She kissed gentlyâlike she could worship this girl forever without waking up even once.
The moment Paigeâs lips sealed over that delicate spot where Azziâs jaw met her neck, she didnât hold back.
She suckedâhardâwith just the right pressure to mark. Not enough to hurt (never that), but enough to leave a bruise. A dark, undeniable claim blooming under her mouth.
Her pulse thrummed with something wild and possessiveâthe thought of Azzi waking up later tomorrow morning, rubbing at it in confusion.Â
A shiver of pure satisfaction ran through Paige
When she pulled back slightly, she licked slowly over the tender skinâsoothing what sheâd just markedâas if sealing her ownership.
Paige kissed each new mark with quiet intensityâlower now, down the column of Azziâs throat.
Another hickey. Then another. All along that soft, golden skin sheâd always admiredâthe kind that warmed easily and flushed even easier when touched.
She sucked gently but firmly at each spotâcreating a trail of faint red blooms under her lipsâa secret map only Paige knew aboutâfor now.
With each new mark, the younger girl let out a soft moan that made Paigeâs stomach twist. She had to squeeze her thighs together as she felt herself soak her boxers.Â
âYou like that pretty girl? You want everyone to know who you belong to?â she murmured against the bruise under her lips before continuing on her path down Azziâs neck.Â
When she reached the hollow just above Azziâs collarbone, she paused there and slowly lifted the hem of her oversized tee upward with careful fingersâexposing more skin inch by inch without fully waking her.
The second Azziâs bare stomach was exposed to the cool night air, she twitched.
A tiny shiver ran through herâso subtle most people wouldnât have noticedâbut Paige felt it. Every little movement.
She watched as goosebumps prickled across golden skin, rising in the soft light like faint stars. Azzi didnât wake, not really, but her body reacted instinctively: a quiet squirm, arms curling slightly inward for warmth.
Paigeâs breath caught.
God, she wanted to touch more of that skin right nowâkiss every inch of it.
And tonight?
She was going to.Â
"Don't worry, baby, daddy's gonna warm you up," Paige murmurs, licking her lips.Â
Her voice was lowâbarely a whisperâbut every syllable dripped with warmth and something darker, sweeter.
She said it like a promise. Like an oath meant only for Azziâs sleeping ears.
And then she kissed her againâright over the shiny navel piercing that always caught the light so beautifully. Her lips brushed against cool metal before she gently closed her teeth around itânot hard, just enough to playâgiving that little silver stud a soft nibble.
It made Paigeâs pulse jumpâthe intimacy of touching this part of Azzi so intimately while she slept, knowing no one else had ever gotten close enough to do this.Â
Her thumb traced each defined line of her abs slowly after pulling back from the piercing.
The reaction sent a jolt straight through Paige.
Azziâs hips jumpedâa tiny, involuntary twitchâlike her body couldnât help but respond even in sleep. And that whimper? Soft and breathy, slipping out like a sigh,  it went straight to Paigeâs core.
God.
She hadnât expected such sensitivity. Didn't realize Azzi would react that strongly to something so smallâa little tug on her piercingâbut now that she knew?
Paige smiled against her skinâa slow, knowing curve of lipsâbefore doing it again.
Harder this time, she took the metal between her teeth once more and gave it the harsh suckle right before releasing.
The brunette's hand shoots down, gripping the sheets beside her
Paige froze for a heartbeat, then two.Â
Nothing happened. No stirring. No blinking awake.
Azzi remained deep asleepâcheeks flushed slightly nowâand still clinging like it was instinct to keep her there.
Paige exhaled slowly through her nose, heart thumping harder than ever.
She went lower now, nibbling along the waistband of the tiny little shorts that had haunted Paige since she first began rooming with the other woman
Paige had seen them a hundred timesâtiny, barely-there things that hugged Azziâs hips and thighs like they were made just for her. And every time sheâd caught sight of them? It took effort not to stare.
Now?
They were right there. Haunting Paige in the best possible way.
Azziâs moan slipped out, soft and sleepy, and Paigeâs breath hitched.
Azzi hadnât woken. Not fully. But her body was responding like it always had to Paigeâs touch: instinctively, hungrily.
And when Azzi bucked her hips slightlyâjust a tiny shift in the mattressâthe blonde saw her chance.
Slowly, carefully, she hooked two fingers into the waistband of those tiny shorts and began sliding them down over Azzi's thighs. The fabric caught on warm skin for just a second before slipping lowerâdown past slender knees and pooled around one ankle as Paige paused thereâa silent check.
Paigeâs breath left her in a rush.
Pink lace.
So cuteâso soft-lookingâand utterly soaked through, the fabric clinging in delicate ways that made Paigeâs mouth go dry instantly.
Had her girl been like this all night?
And now here she wasâspread out beneath her, thighs warm and parted just slightly by instinct or sleepinessâand Paige couldnât help it: she let out a low, quiet moan of her own at the sight.
It wasn't about lustânot entirelyâit was about ownership. About how beautiful Azzi looked like this.
"Look at you, babygirl, you're so fuckin pretty," Paige's voice is an awed whisper as her hands rub Azzi's inner thighs.Â
The blonde took in every detail: the faint tremble from touch even while asleep, how responsive Azzi still was without realizing it.
Her thumbs traced higher, closer to where that soaked pink lace hugged delicate hips.Â
Her thumb slid down to the darkened patch of pink, rubbing gentle circles into the other girl's clit and watching as her face pinched in her sleep.Â
"Feels good, doesn't it, baby? Never had anyone touch you like this, hm? Bet you haven't even touched yourself here. That's okay, daddy's here now," Paige murmurs, drunk off the scent of the other woman slowly filling the room.
Paige picked up the paceâher thumb pressing a little firmer now, rubbing steady circles through the thin lace.
Azzi responded.
Her hips started moving on their ownâa soft, sleepy roll at first, then more pronounced as Paige guided her with touch alone. It was instinctive. Beautiful in its purity: Azzi chasing pleasure without even knowing she was doing it.
"That's right, princess," Paige whisperedâvoice thick and tender all at onceâas she watched those delicate movements sync perfectly with her own rhythm.
She felt every shift of skin against fabric, heard each quiet breath that hitched when pressure increased just slightly.
Paige lowered herself slowlyâcareful, reverentâuntil she was flat on her stomach between Azziâs thighs.
The warmth radiating from her body surrounded Paige completely. The scent of skin and sleep and Azzi wrapped around her like a hug.
For a second, she just breathed in the scent of her.Â
Azzi let out a disgruntled whine at the lost of sensation, and she lifted her head just enough to see Azziâs face: brows slightly furrowed, lips parted in protest like sheâd been wronged by the sudden absence of touch.
Paige couldnât help it. She laughedâa soft, breathy chuckle that vibrated through the quiet roomâand pressed a kiss to Azzi's inner thigh as reassurance.
"Be patient, baby," she murmured against warm skin. "Daddy's got you."
She leaned forward and kissed right over the soaked pink lace.
A full, clear "please daddy"âsoft and desperate and so honestâfrom Azziâs lips while she was still half-asleep, begging for something she didnât even fully understand yet.
Paigeâs pulse spiked. Her chest tightened so fiercely it almost hurt.
Without hesitationâwithout another second of teasing or waitingâshe closed the small distance between her mouth and that soaked laceâŠ
And kissed directly over where Azzi needed it most.
She dragged her tongue over the material, eyes rolling back slightly at the first taste of her girl
The taste hit Paige like a drug.
Sweet. Warm. Hers.
She moanedâlow and involuntaryâas her tongue dragged slowly over the damp lace, savoring every bit of Azziâs essence through the fabric.
It was intoxicating
Paige did it againâa longer lick this timeâand then pressed an open-mouthed kiss right where she knew Azzi needed most.
Azzi's hand shot to Paige's head, gripping a handful of hair.Â
Paige froze for just a heartbeatâsurprised by the sudden grip in her hair.
Azziâs fingers were tangled tight, not pulling hard but holdingâlike she didnât want Paige to move away. Like she was anchoring herself through touch even while asleep.
And when Paige looked up?
The sight stole her breath.
Azzi wasnât awakeânot fullyâbut her face was flushed deep pink, lips slightly parted with each quickened breath. Her brows knit together in quiet intensity, and every few seconds, another soft whimper slipped outâpleading, desperate without words.
It wasn't conscious neediness; it was pure instinct taking over.
God, Paige couldn't wait any longer.Â
She hooked a finger into Azzi's panties and pulled them to the side.
The second Paige pulled the lace aside, her breath caught.
Fuck.
Azzi was perfect. Everywhere. And nowâhere, like thisâshe was even more breathtaking than Paige had imagined.
Soft. Pink. Glistening slightly from arousal she hadnât even fully processed yet and so beautifully untouched in a way that made something possessive roar inside Paigeâs chest.
She covered her mouth with one hand to stifle the low groan building in her throat at how pretty Azzi looked bare and open before her.
Without hesitation or warning, Paige leaned down and pressed an achingly tender kiss right where sheâd never kissed anyone else.
The moan slipped out of them both at the same timeâPaige and Azzi, harmonizing in pleasure.
It was electric. Surreal.
Paigeâs tongue dragged slowly up through soft foldsâthe taste hitting her like a rush: salty, sweet, uniqueâand it was all Azzi. Her girl. Her precious babygirl who didnât even know what she was doing to Paige right nowâŠ
She couldâve stayed here forever.
Right between these thighs. Tasting this sweetness every day for the rest of her life without getting boredânot once.
She did it againâa longer lick this timeâfrom bottom to topâbefore sealing her lips gently over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Paige felt the tugâsharp, instinctiveâand a spark shot down her spine.
Azzi wasnât awake. Not really. But her body was reacting, clinging to Paige like she needed this more than air right now.
That tight grip in her hair? It pulled just enough to send heat flooding through Paigeâs veinsânot painful, but commanding. Like Azziâs unconscious self was taking over and demanding exactly what it wanted.
And Paige didnât fight it.
Instead, she moaned against Azziâa low vibration that traveled straight through where their bodies connectedâand then kissed right back on that sensitive spot with slow pressure, testing how much more reflexive touch could be.
The flick of her tongue was quickâteasing, preciseâand then Paige sealed her lips around Azziâs clit.
Gentle, rhythmic pressure as she sucked gently on that sensitive little bundle of nervesâtesting how Azzi would respond to this kind of attention while still half-asleep.
The reaction was immediate.
Azzi gasped sharplyâa loud, startled breath that broke the quiet like thunderâand her hips jerked up off the bed toward Paigeâs mouth.
"You like that? You like daddy's mouth on your pretty pussy," Paige murmured, voice thick with arousal
Paigeâs words were low and velvetâeach syllable dripping with arousal, affection, possession
She didnât wait for an answer. Didnât expect one.
Paige licked a slow stripe up through wet heat before sucking againâfirm but tenderâon that throbbing little bud.
Her free hand slid gently onto Azzi's hip, holding her down just enough so the movement wouldn't wake her fully.
The blonde takes her time, pulling back to spit on Azzi's clit and watching it  drip downward through soft folds, mixing with the slickness already thereâa shimmering trail of wetness that made her mouth water all over again.
She and Azzi let out another synchronized moan
The sight was filthy in the best way possible. Intimate. Hers to see. Hers alone.
And without hesitation, Paige leaned down and licked it upâcollecting every drop of saliva and arousal together before swirling her tongue around that sensitive bundle once more.
Paige sat back slightlyâher chin glistening with Azziâs essenceâand for a second, she just stared.
The shine on her skin. The scent in the air. The way Azzi still breathed unevenly beneath her, lost somewhere between dreams and overwhelming sensation
Then Paige lifted two fingers slowlyâindex and middleâand slid them through slick folds, coating them completelyÂ
They came away dripping.
Warm. Wet. Hers.
Paigeâs fingers hoveredâjust barely brushing Azziâs entranceâa teasing, feather-light circle that didnât push in, not yet."You want daddy to stretch you?"
She takes the other woman's following moan as a yes
Paigeâs fingers hoveredâjust barely brushing Azziâs entranceâa teasing, feather-light circle that didnât push in, not yet.
She watched Azziâs face like it was a map. Every twitch of her lips. The flutter of her lashes. The way she bit down on the soft swell of her lower lip without realizing it.Â
And when Azzi moaned againâthat breathy, needy sound slipping out like an answer Paige had been waiting for?
That was all the permission she needed.
Without another wordâor warningâPaige gently pushed one finger inside.Â
Paigeâs breath hitched.
The brunetteâs arch was violentâsudden, sharp, like Azzi had been shocked awake by the intrusion. Her back lifted off the bed completely for a secondâshoulders pressing into the mattress as her entire body tensed in surprise.
For half a heartbeat
But Azzi didnât open her eyes.
She moaned.
Paige bit her lip, thrusting her finger slowly.Â
"Fuck.....you're so tight, baby"
So tight. Warm. Pulsing around Paigeâs finger like she was made just for this moment.
She bit down hard on her lip to keep from making another noiseâbut the slow thrust of her finger deepened anyway, gentle and careful, testing how much Azzi could take without waking up fully.
Each movement drew another soft sound from the sleeping girl: a whimper here, a hitched breath thereâall unconscious pleasure spilling out in little gasps Paige couldnât get enough of.
And God, she wanted more.
âSheâs crying for me,â Paige murmurs, dark and hungry.Â
Paige slid a second finger in slowlyâcurling them gently as she went deeper, stretching Azzi with careful pressure.
The tears came then. Not sad ones. Noâquiet, breathless sobs that slipped out between parted lips, like the sensation was too much and not enough all at once.
It wrecked Paigeâs heart in the sweetest way.
Her babygirl was crying for herânot from pain, but from overwhelming pleasure she didnât know how to process
She leaned down and kissed Azziâs knee softly before murmuring:
"Shouldâve come to me sooner; Daddy always knows what you need."
Paige picked up the paceâher fingers moving with purpose now.
Scissoring. Curling. Pressing deliberately against that spot deep inside that made Azzi clench and shudder every time Paige brushed it.
It wasnât gentle anymoreânot entirelyâbut it was still controlled. Each thrust precise, each curl designed to build pressure exactly where she knew it would drive Azzi wild.
Azzi reacted beautifully: hips twitching, thighs trembling around Paigeâs wrist⊠those quiet sobs turning into broken whimpers with every hit to her G-spot.
Paige watched like a woman starved for this sight.
The second Paigeâs thumb joined inârubbing slow, tight circles over Azziâs clit while her fingers kept working deep insideâthe brunette clenched.
Like a vise around Paigeâs two fingers, squeezing with desperate need. A reflexive grip that made the blonde groan out loudâlow and gutturalâas pleasure shot through her own body from the sensation.
She groaned, "Just sucking me right in"
And she didn't stopânot even for a second.
The tug came againâstronger this time.
Not harsh, but urgent. Desperate. Like Azziâs body was screaming for more even while her mind floated somewhere between dreams and sensation.
Paige felt the pull in her scalpâthe sharp little yankâand it sent a jolt straight down her spine. Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut for half a second as that reflexive grip sent heat pooling low in her stomach.
She didnât stop.
Instead, she leaned into itâcurling deeper with each thrust of her fingers, thumb pressing harder on that swollen clitâand let out a soft whimper against Azziâs thigh.
Her babygirl wanted more
And Paige would give everything.
"Are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum all over daddy's fingers?"Paige whispered it right against Azziâs inner thighâvoice hushed, rough with desire.
Paige already knew the answer.
And when Azzi didn't respondâcouldn't respond beyond those shaky breaths and clenched thighsâPaige took it as a yes.
So she pressed harder on her clit, curled her fingers deeper.Â
"Ah!" Azzi's body locked, pussy clamping around Paige's fingers in the most delicious way
Her entire body went rigid for a split second, muscles tensing like a bowstring drawn too tight. Her thighs trembled violently around Paigeâs wrist. Her pussy clenched down on her fingers with incredible pressureâa vice-like squeeze that was warm, wet, and utterly intoxicating.
Paige gasped.
She didn't stop movingânot even now, letting her ride it out.Â
Paige pulled away slowly, savoring the warm, wet suction for as long as she could.Â
She reached up, carefully untangling Azziâs hand from her hair before sitting up. She popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean with a low groan.Â
Paige slid the soft pink lace back in place, slightly mournful that she couldnât keep them, but pleased that the girl would wake up with them sticky and soakedâno idea why.Â
I appreciate all you guys reading my stories and your requests!! Iâll be off line for a bit working on the next 3 parts of YTSFM and two other request shots so I wonât respond as often as before.
My requests are closed currently but will re-open once Iâve published all five fics. I donât mind requests/questions at all, but be respectful. I enjoy most of my interactions here, but you arenât entitled to anything from me.
Upcoming fic themes:
1. Part three: Azzi finally starts putting names to feelings with a little help from the team. Too bad sheâs never been able to hide much from Paige (daddy kink, wet dreams, somnophilia, munch!p)
2. Part 4: Azzi starts a little self discovery while Paige makes discoveries of her own. (Panty sniffing, masrurbation, voyuerism)
3. Part 5: They finally fuck but it doesnât quite go like Paige thought (pussy drunk p, service top p, bratty power bottom a)
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[a/n] hiiii, welcome to part 2, based on the above request. These will be shorter than the first now that background has been set. I appreciate all you guysâ support, and I promise Iâm working on all your ideas. I hope you enjoy!!
Paige had been losing her mind since that day in Azziâs room: Azziâs sweet, innocent face, those soft lips wrapped around her thumb, the warm wetness of her tongue against the pad of Paigeâs fingerâ
God
How was Paige supposed to function after something like that? How could anyone?
She was human after all.Â
And human meant she was losing her goddamn mind.Â
In practice? Those soft brown eyes flashed in her mindâthe shot left her fingertips. Clang. Not even close.
The ball slammed off the rim hard enough to ricochet halfway across the gym.
KK folded over laughing.
Ice looked genuinely concerned. "Damn, P, you sick or something?"
Paige muttered a quick "I'm fine," already lining up another shot.
She missed that one, too.
Class? The phantom sensation of Azziâs tongue sent a shiver through herâa pinch brought her back to reality, and Paige looked down to find her pen snapped in half, ink leaking all over her hand.Â
She stared at the broken plastic in her hand for a long second, unable to remember a single word of the lecture.
Even watching film, she'd rewind every possession three times because she'd suddenly realize she'd spent the last thirty seconds staring straight through the screen, seeing nothing except that moment.
Nights were the worst.Â
The second their dorm fell quiet, her thoughts flooded back in. She'd replay the memory from beginning to end.
Like now. Â
Paige lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as the memory flashed through her mind. She replayed every second with the kind of precision usually reserved for game film, dissecting details she'd already memorized a hundred times over.
The way Azzi turned to her, conditioned and expecting.Â
Her soft, shy ask.Â
The complete trust with which she'd accepted Paige's hand, never once stopping to think about what that simple gesture might mean.
How she kept it, every so often licking over the pad of Paigeâs finger as if she liked the tasteâ
Paigeâs breath caught in her chest.Â
She could feel arousal building low in her stomach, settling between her thighs.Â
But the good thing about nights?Â
It was also the time she could let it play out--her fantasy unfolded like a slow, heated movie in Paige's mindâvivid and electric.
She imagined pinning Azzi underneath her; the younger woman would be wide-eyed at firstâconfused maybeâbut then those pretty brown eyes would flutter shut as Paige kissed her.Â
Not soft or sweet. No.
This kiss would be claiming. Possessive from the startâa deep press of lips that said mine without words.
And when she finally pulled back? Sheâd trail kisses down Azziâs jaw⊠neck⊠collarboneâŠ
Her fingers tracing over skin already sensitive with want, then lowerâ
Paige imagined seeing that perfect mouth fall open while she put the fingers that were just in the brunette's mouth inside her, watching those pretty brown eyes roll back while she took everything Paige gave her
The blonde exhaled sharply through her nose at the thought of it all: how easy it might be to make those quiet whimpers turn into breathless moans if only she took what was being silently offered, how good the other girl would feel wrapped around her fingersâvelvet warmth tight and wet and hersâ
The blonde slid a hand into her boxers. The first slow circle of her fingers drew a quiet, bitten-off sound from Paigeânothing loud, just a soft hum against the pillow sheâd buried her face into.
She was wet , embarrassingly so. And she hadnât even started yetâjust the thought of Azzi on the other side of that wall, sleeping like an angel who had no idea what sinful things were happening in Paigeâs head.
A dark thrill shot through Paige at the thought of Azzi hearing her and not having a clue what was going on.Â
Paige let out a shuddering breath, sparks shooting down her spine at the brief touch.Â
Her hips twitched upward involuntarily as she explored furtherâfingers gliding through slick heatâand every nerve lit up like live wires.
God , she was sensitive already. Only her girl could do that to her
âFuck,â the gasp slipped through her lips, soft and breathy.Â
She let her mind drift as she started slow circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
She imagined the younger woman between her thighs, those big brown eyes looking up through dark lashes, lips slightly parted in quiet curiosity. The way Azzi might tilt her head a little when askingâa subconscious gesture of waiting for approval.
âLike this?â âso innocent, so obedient , like Azzi was actually kneeling between her legs right now.
Paige would give the girl a slow nod, then thread gentle fingers into soft hair and guide that perfect mouth exactly where she wanted it, âYeah, just like that babygirl.â
A whimper escaped before she could stop it.
Her hips arched againânot much movement at allâbut enough to press deeper into her own touch, chasing the image in her mind.
Paige could feel herself getting wetter, fingers slipping on her clit. The coil in her stomach tightened, and she let out a low whine.Â
She kicked her boxers all the way off and spread her legs further.
The cool air hit her bare skin for a split secondâthen the heat of her own body took over, radiating and pulsing with every shallow breath.
Paigeâs fingers trembled slightly as they dipped lower, circling just outside where she really wanted them. Teasing herself. Procrastinating on purpose because drawing this out made it betterâthe anticipation like torture in the sweetest way.
She exhaled sharply through her nose, thighs tensing as she hovered thereâevery nerve was screaming for more
The moment her fingers sank into that tight, wet heat, Paigeâs entire body arched off the bed.
A choked gasp turned into a low, desperate âfuckâ as pleasure surged through herâsharp and electric like static shock. Her hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the sensation.
It felt so good
Too good.Â
The stretch was perfectâthe warmth overwhelmingâand she hadnât even started moving yet.
Her breath came in ragged little puffs  as she stayed buried inside herself for a few glorious seconds, just feeling it.Â
Then slowlyâagonizingly slowâPaige began to move
She could still see the other girl in her mind's eyeâAzzi was right thereâkneeling beside her on the bed, eyes wide with awe and curiosity. Her fingers were inside Paige just like thisâsoft, cautious movements as she explored for the first time.
âDoes it feel good for you, Paige?â âin that shy voice of hers.Â
Paigeâs stomach clenched.Â
She nodded frantically in response to the vision-Azzi, breath hitching as real fingers mirrored what imaginary ones were doing.Â
âFuck yes, â she gasped aloudâthe words meant only for Azzi in her headâbut they slipped out anyway.
Her hips lifted again instinctively, urging those gentle touches deeper.
Her hips rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic grindâchasing the friction like she was starved for it.
Each time her body lifted, her fingers slid deeper. Each time she dropped back down, the heel of her palm pressed just right against that swollen bundle of nerves.
Azzi⊠Azzi⊠AzziâŠ
Every thrust into herself was accompanied by the ghost of those brown eyes staring up at herâadoring and focusedâas if Paigeâs pleasure was sacred to witness.
âFaster,â she breathed againâthis time louderâand obeyed immediately.Â
As her pace quickened, slick sounds filled the quiet room (not loud but unmistakable), breath coming faster now.
She was so close already.Â
The stretch burned gloriously as a third finger joined the other two, and Paige moaned into her pillow at the sudden fullness.
No patience. No gentleness tonight. Just raw need driving every movement.
Her hips snapped up in short, jerky thrustsâeach one meeting her hand with a wet slap that echoed softly in the dark room. The sound was filthy, and it turned her on even more knowing Azzi was just beyond that wall, possibly sleeping, completely unaware of what Paige was doing to herself right now because of her.
Paige gritted her teeth, a frustrated whine escaping her lips.
It wasnât enough . Not yet. The pressure was buildingâcoiling tighter and tighterâbut it kept hovering just out of reach. Like the edge of an orgasm that wouldnât fully snap into place no matter how fast she moved.
She curled her fingers harder inside herself, adding more pressure to that sweet spot on the front wallâdesperate for releaseâbut even that didnât tip her over.
Her breath came in sharp little bursts now. Impatient. Needy.
Paige yanked her hand away frustratedly, reaching over to her bedside drawer; it slid open with a quiet creak.
Paigeâs heart pounded as she spotted the little pink vibrator nestled among other thingsâunused, untouched since she bought it weeks ago. The sight of it sent a jolt through her.
For Azzi.
That was why sheâd gotten this one: small enough to be discreet, powerful enough to do damage.Â
But right now? It would serve its purpose either way.
Her fingers trembled slightlyânot from nerves, but anticipation.
The toy was cool to the touch and sleek. Paige couldn't hold back the sharp whine as she slid it inside.Â
She took a shaky breath before grabbing the remote and clicking it on
The moment the vibrator clicked on, Paigeâs entire body arched
It wasnât even at full powerâjust the lowest settingâbut that subtle hum buzzing through her nerves sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to her core.
A high-pitched whine escaped her lipsâunfiltered and desperateâas the toy pulsed inside, vibrating in just the right spot. The kind of pressure she couldnât replicate with fingers alone. Cleaner. Sharper. More intense.
Her thighs clenched around nothing as she dropped back onto the bed, remote clutched tightly in one hand while the other gripped sheets for dear life.
FuckâŠ
This was what she neededâexactly thisâand it hit like lightning after weeks of simmering tension over Azzi.
"Azziâyou're gonna make me cum, baby-" the blonde moaned.Â
The brunetteâs name slipped out in a breathy, broken moan, like it was being dragged from the depths of her soul.
Paigeâs hips jerked up against the toyâs vibrations, chasing every pulse with frantic little thrusts. Her body had fully abandoned reality now; there was no Paige in bed aloneâonly her girl between her legs, doing this to her, loving on her.Â
She dropped the remote on the bed beside her, hand going back between her thighs and curling inside, alongside the vibrator. The imagery combined with that relentless buzz and stretch of her fingers sent white-hot pleasure crackling through every nerve.
She was so close. So fucking closeâŠ
The first soft whimperâbarely audible through the thin apartment wallâdidnât register as anything unusual to Azzi.
Paige was always loud when she played Fortnite with KK and Ice. Cackling, yelling at the screen, sometimes even groaning in frustration. Azzi had learned to tune it out over time. It was normal background noise by now.
But when it came againâa little longer this time, breathierâ less like annoyance, more like something else
Azzi froze mid-page turn.
Azziâs pulse kicked harder, a flutter of concern in her chest.
Was Paige okay?
The thought shot through herâbecause despite how carefree and loud Paige usually was, if she was hurt or in pain, she wouldnât call out. Not necessarily. She wasn't the type to make a fuss over something minor.
And that soft noiseâhad it been a wince?
Her feet slid off the bed without thinking, bare toes touching cold hardwood as she crept toward the wall separating their rooms.
She stood there nowâsilent as breathingâears straining for any sound from next door.
Azzi made up her mind when she heard another soft whine; this time it was her name
âAzziâ
Paige's voice is unmistakable, but the breathiness is something Azzi had never heard from the other woman before
Her stomach was doing this weird little flip-flop thingâlike butterflies, but heavier. Warmer.
The feeling in Azziâs gut wasnât fear or confusion exactlyâit was more of an ache? A pull?
Like whatever was happening next door had somehow reached through the wall and tugged gently on a string inside her
She didn't know why or what it was, but something about hearing her name in that tone from PaigeâŠ..
It wasn't necessarily a new feeling, but it was rare--and only happened around Paige.
Azzi's brow pinched, and she looked down at the offending organ, as if it could give her any answers.Â
She crept out of her room and shuffled to a stop in front of Paige's door. She hesitated before knocking.Â
"Paige?" She asked softly, pausing as she tilted her ear closer to the door
The knock was softâbarely thereâbut in the quiet apartment, it sounded loud.
Paige froze mid-motion, fingers still deep inside herself as Azziâs voice filtered through the door.
Azzi
Her heart slammed into her ribs.Â
For a second, she didnât move. Didnât breathe.Â
A beat of silence passed before another quiet voice came from outside: âPaige?â
She could feel herself growing wetter.Â
Her girl had heard her. She heard Paige touching herself, moaning Azziâs nameâeven though she hadn't known it. And now she was checking up on her.Â
God
Paige shuddered, curling her fingers slowly. "Y-yeah?"
Her voice came out shakyâthicker than usual, breath still uneven from what sheâd been doing.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and smooth the heat in her cheeks (not that Azzi could see it).
She stayed perfectly still under the covers, one hand half-buried between her thighsâstill wet, very much not doneâbut now painfully aware of who was on the other side of that door.
The silence stretched for a beat too long before she finally cleared her throat and tried again, âYeah? Whatâs up?â
The door creaked slightlyâjust an inchâas Azzi hesitated on the other side.
Paigeâs pulse skyrocketed. She could hear her breathing through the thin apartment wallsâthe soft, nervous inhale and exhale of someone whoâd just woken up or maybe hadnât been asleep at all.
Then silence again.Â
Had she heard Paige moan? Had she recognized her name being said like thatâlow and needy?
Her face burned now, even though no one could see it. The vibrator was still humming faintly between her legs (she hadnât turned it off), warm against sensitive skin beneath blankets.
And suddenly, everything felt ten times more dangerousâand ten times more thrillingâbecause Azzi was right there.
"A-are you okay? It sounds like you're having a nightmare." Azzi's voice was so soft and sweet and concerned--
Paigeâs breath caught.
Nightmare?
Oh, if only Azzi knew how far from a nightmare this was.
The concern in her voiceâthe gentle worryâwas like honey poured straight into Paigeâs veins. It made her chest tighten.
And yeahâit definitely made her wetter.Â
Because here was this innocent angel asking if she was okay after hearing soft moans through the wall, while Paige had been thinking about riding that pretty face just minutes ago.
She swallowed hard, fingers twitching against the sheets where they rested near the remote.Â
"Ah-I-" Paige's voice cracked as she tried to answer. She cleared her throat shakily. "Yeah baby, I had a nightmare, but I'm okay now"
"Are you sure?" Paige could sense the girl hesitate before continuing. "I-I can keep you company tonight."
If Paige had toâshe'd bet that Azzi had that adorable little blush on her face as she looked at the floor, wringing her hands
Paigeâs heart stuttered
Azzi was offering to come in.
That image alone nearly made Paige whimper.
She didnât hesitate for a secondânot reallyâbut forced herself to keep it cool.Â
âYeah,â Paige said quickly, too eagerly, before softening her tone into something sweet and drowsy-sounding: âCome on in, baby.âÂ
Then she added under her breath as an afterthought: âIâd love the company.â
Paige shifted quickly, sitting up and tugging the blanket higher around her waistâjust in case.
She smoothed her hair back slightly, face now carefully neutralâthough her cheeks were still warmâand turned toward the door just as it creaked open wider.
There stood Azzi: soft pink pajama pants, an oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, eyes wide and concerned like a worried puppy whoâd heard its owner cry out.Â
And oh god. She looked adorable.
Paige licked her lipsâsubtly, hungrilyâ then gently patted the spot right beside her on the bed.
The invitation was quiet but clear. Come here.
She kept her expression softâno smirk, no teasing glint (even though she wanted to devour Azzi whole)âjust open warmth. Like a lighthouse in the dark for someone whoâd come to comfort her.
As Azzi stepped inside and closed the door softly behind her, Paige could smell that sweet vanilla shampoo againâthe one she always used before bed.
And nowânow this perfect girl was about to climb into her space. Into her bed.Â
Azzi settled beside her, over the covers,her knees drawn slightly up as she turned fully toward Paige. "Do you wanna talk about your nightmare?"
Those big brown eyes searched hers, full of gentle concern. No suspicion. No judgment. Just pure Azzi-ness: sweet and soft and so willing to care.
She asked about her nightmare like it was something realâsomething painfulâand Paigeâs chest ached again because GodâÂ
How could someone be this kind?
Paige swallowed hard.
The vibrator under the covers hummed faintly inside herâshe clenched the sheets with one hand and with the other, she reached out slowly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Azziâs ear.
Paige shook her head, voice still a little rough from moaning earlierâhopefully Azzi wouldnât notice.
âNo ma⊠itâs alright,â she murmured.
Azzi pouted. Just slightlyâa tiny frown that crinkled the space between her browsâand damn , it made Paigeâs stomach flip. That sweet disappointment was almost too much to handle.
She wanted to kiss it away so badly.
Instead of doing something reckless (like grabbing Azzi and crashing their lips together), Paige just nodded when the younger girl suggested TV.
âYeah,â she said softly.Â
Azzi's pout cleared instantly, the girl perking up as if Paige had offered her a treat.Â
"Where's your-" the younger woman's habds groped around in the darkness, landing on the small black remote that was definitely not for her TV.Â
A jolt of pleasure shot straight through Paige like lightning. Her whole body tensedâmuscles lockingâas she instinctively rolled her hips upward into it, chasing more friction without thinking.
She clamped down hard on her knuckles to muffle any sound that might escape but still let out a choked whine
Azzi clicks the button,--once, twice--frowning, in confusion as the TV still doesn't turn on.Â
Azziâs whine hit Paige like a physical blow.
It was cute. So innocent. Like a puppy who just realized the treat jar was empty.
But to Paige? Right now? That tone mixed with the relentless buzz between her thighs?
Torture.
She clenched her legs tight together under the blanket, trying to suppress any movement that might give away what she was actually doing. Her jaw locked as another wave of pleasure pulsed through her from the vibrator still going full blast thanks to Azzi pressing buttons randomly.
âUh,â Paige managedâvoice higher than usualââtry this--" She shakily handed the girl her actual remote
Paige snatched her real TV remote from the nightstand and shoved it into Azziâs handsâmaybe a little too fast.
Her face burned. Sweat prickled at her temples. The vibrator was still humming violently under the covers, relentless in its intensity because she hadnât dared turn it off yetâtoo afraid of drawing attention if she fumbled with anything right now.
Azzi took the new remote without suspicion, pressing a button.
The screen flickered to life instantlyâthe glow casting soft light over both their faces.
âOh!â Azzi said brightly, turning toward Paige with that sweet smile back on her lips like nothing was wrong.
"Then what's this?" Azzi's brow pinched, staring down at the other remote. She clicked the button a few more times.Â
Paige's eyes rolled back. She wouldn't last much longer: the vibrator pulsed in a fast rhythm right against her spot while her thighs provided delicious friction, and her girl was the one holding the remoteânone the wiser.
Azzi kept pressing the buttonâclick, click âcompletely oblivious to what she was doing.
Each press sent another surge of vibrations through Paigeâs body, and at this angleâthe remote tilted in Azziâs small handâthe buzz hit exactly where it needed to.
Paigeâs back arched slightly. Her lips parted soundlessly as her eyes rolled shutâjust for a secondâbut it was enough. The pleasure was overwhelming: relentless pulses right on her clit while the pressure of her thighs squeezed around them.
She wasnât going to last.
Not with Azzi sitting right there, sweetly trying different buttons like she didn't realize she'd just taken over Paige's orgasm with zero warning.
And God help her, but this might be the hottest thing that had ever happened.
"Azzi!" The yelp ripped out of Paige before she could stop itâsharp, uncontrolled, desperate âas her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.
It hit hard and fast because sheâd been edging herself for weeks with thoughts of Azzi and now here Azzi was, unknowingly making it happen.Â
Her whole body locked up. A wave of white-hot pleasure crashed through every nerve as her hips jerked onceâtwiceâand then stilled under the blanket while silent tremors wracked through her.
Azziâs eyes flew wide open at the sudden noise.Â
âPaige?!â she gasped, immediately dropping both remotes onto the bed in panic.
For a while, the blonde couldn't answer. Her jaw was locked, eyes squeezed shut as stars exploded behind them.Â
When she finally came down, she was breathing hard. " 'M sorry baby, the thing on TV just reminded me of my nightmare, just got a little scared s'all"
Her words are slurred, and the lie is weak, but Azzi doesn't bat an eye.Â
"Oh, I'm sorry," Azzi's face falls into a guilty frown as she quickly changes the channel. "Better?"
And oh god.Â
Azzi had no idea what just happened; Paige couldnât exactly say:Â âNo baby, I came because you turned my vibrator on.â
So insteadâshe forced a wobbly smile and nodded.
Paigeâs smile was tenderâgenuineâbut beneath it, something far more possessive stirred.
Azzi had just unwittingly given her the most intense orgasm of her life. With innocent hands and a clueless heart, sheâd done exactly what Paige fantasized about: touching her⊠controlling pleasure⊠without even realizing it.
Just because she cared enough to come comfort Paige in the middle of the night.
The dark thrill curled low in Paigeâs stomachânot cruel or cold, but hungry. The kind that made you want to lock someone away where no one else could touch them ever again.
She reached out slowlyâand cupped Azziâs cheek with one warm hand.
âIâm all better now,â Paige murmured, giving Azzi a soft smile.Â
