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"my goat" youre toooo funny and sweet đĽšđ im not finished w it yet, and i think the parts that are complete enough to share give away too much, BUT i did make a cute lil playlist for when she's officially done and posted đ
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pretty girls
pairing : azzi fudd x reader
warnings : smut.
notes : azzi đđđđ¸đđđŞˇđđĽ°đđđźđşđşâŁď¸đđđ thats all.
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you and azzi collapse onto the couch in the dorm, exhausted. drunk. annoyed.
tonight was a dud, to say the least. youâve barely had any time to go out and have fun, like you should as college students, because of basketball and junior year being the absolute worst when it comes to your workload. and then, on the one night you do have off, free of practice for the next couple days and all your homework turned in, both the guys you planned on spending it with turned out to be absolute dicks.
yours had seemed nice enough, in the beginning. heâd been the one ask you out after over a week of staring you down in your shared econ class, take you, azzi, and the football player sheâs been talking to out to some club in hartford, and then back to his place after a couple hours of dancing and taking shots. but just as heâd gotten you back to his dorm and out of your clothes, heâd said something so boyishly disgusting, itâd taken real reserve for you to not to slap him before pushing him off of you, reâdressing, collecting your things, and getting the hell out of there.
itâd been pure coincidence that azzi texted asking if you could meet with her as youâd stumbled out of werth tower, phone in one hand and your heels in clutched in the other. youâre not sure what happened with her and her football playerâ it couldnât have been good, judging by how her makeup was running. youâd felt bad, and held her hand the whole uber ride back to the dorm, the pad of your thumb caressing the back of her hand.
âwant a water?â you ask the girl, tiredly. youâre still very much inebriated and standing could result in a pretty embarrassing fall.
she nods, though, and so you decide to risk it, stumbling into the kitchen and at one point using the wall for support. you grab two bottled waters and pad back into the living room, handing one to azzi and sighing as you sit back down next to her, close. you can feel the heat from her body radiating onto you.
âthat fucking sucked,â you gripe, recalling the night, earning a weak, drunken laugh from azzi.
âdudesâŚâ she says, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her water, eliciting giggles from yourself. a single word is enough to get her point across; men fucking suck.
âugh, and iâm still wet,â you murmur to yourself, the alcohol in your system removing any filter youâd have otherwise. you and azzi are close, so this is probably the least provocative thing youâve said to her tonight; you both laugh at the statement. you shift uncomfortably and tug at the end of your dress. you need to get out of this chiffon and take a long, hot shower.
azzi turns to look at you, one of her curls falling out of place. she still looks so pretty, even though her makeup had gotten messy. her big brown eyes and perfect, clear skin and full lips. how could anyone fumble her and live with themselves?
âwhat?â she giggles at how long youâve been looking at her.
ânothinâ,â you smile back. âyouâre just too pretty to be crying over some guy.â
then, azzi leans in and kisses you. she pulls back to assess your reaction, before kissing you again when you donât look petrified or disgusted. you let her slip her tongue into your mouth this time, and surprise yourself with the little moan that comes with it, eyes fluttering closed. your back naturally arches to push up against her.
you lose track of how long you make out before azziâs hand finds it way to your knee, resting there gingerly, âcan iâŚ?â
âlike, finger me?â you ask dumbly, because fingering is definitely a step above kissing. plenty of girls that are straight and just friends kiss each other, even make out. but you and azzi are crossing into the territory of actually having sex.
seeing as you play basketball, the conversation of sexuality has obviously come up before, often. every other morning, actually, as paige feels the need to recount her sexcapades to you all. you hadnât really thought about yours until you got to uconn, and then decided to quietly give yourself the title of unlabeled, while still just hooking up with guys because thatâs all you knew. you didnât think azziâŚ
âit doesnât have to mean anything, if thatâs what youâre worried about,â she assures you, her tone surprisingly casual, like sheâs trying to convince you to try a new drink at the bar or attempt a shot you havenât tried before at practice, not breach the basis of your close but purely platonic relationship. âweâre just having fun.â
you consider your positionâ on the couch, in the dorm, basically out in the open. the other girls had gone out, too, to tedâs, of course. but knowing them, with a schedule this clear, they wonât be home any time soon. and wet is an understatement; youâre practically aching down there, you need to be touched so bad. what could it possibly hurt?
âokay,â you say, finally, a smile slowly spreading over your features. azzi pecks your lips once more before sliding her hand further up your leg.
never having done this before, youâre nervous as you part your thighs, just slightly, still confined by the tight dress, but then her hand is there, warm palms caressing your skin and inching closer and closer towards your core. you gasp when her fingers finally graze the thong youâd put on, feeling a rush of wetness between your folds at the small contact.
âis this still okay?â your friend asks, voice barely above a whisper, and you nod, almost embarrassingly quickly. so she keeps going, experimentally rubbing you through your underwear and you keep gasping, bordering on whimpering with every touch.
âhere,â azzi climbs off of the couch and positions herself between your knees, encourages you to push yourself forward by grabbing onto your hips and finally pushing up that dress. when she finally gets you out of your thong, carelessly tossing the garment aside, itâs less like sheâs actually trying to get you off and more like curious touching, unknowingly sending you closer and closer to the edge as she spreads your lips open, drags her index finger up from your slit to your clit. âyou are really wet,â she muses, pulling her hand away, bringing her thumb and index finger together just to pull them apart and watch as a thin string of your arousal connects them. you blush, suddenly embarrassed, thighs twitching. âitâs okay, just relax for me.â
she smiles up at you so sweetly, and youâre trying to, throwing your head back and closing your eyes and trying to even out your breathing, but then sheâs bringing her face toward your cunt, flattening her tongue against you and licking upward, sending shockwaves up your spine, and you canât help but squirm and whine. âopen your legs a little wider, y/n⌠good girl,â she instructs, and your head practically feels like itâs swimming at the words, unbelievably sexy in her voice.
âaâaz,â you want desperately to grasp at her hair, but know how long it took for her to style her curls, so you opt to just fist your hands into the sofa and cry out when she sucks your clit into her mouth.
the way azziâs using her mouth so well and holding your legs open with a firm grip on your thighs makes you wonder if this is her first time with another girl, too. she doesnât look grossed out by the taste or confused on how to make you feel good. if anything, when she drags her tongue down from your clit to your entrance, licking into you, she seems all too happy to responsible for the long, drawn out moan it elicits from you, and repeats the motion until youâre practically crying. when you feel your heart start to hammer against your chest, you know youâre not going to last much longer.
azzi removes her mouth from your pussy, but quickly replaces it with a pair of fingers, working over your clit at high speed while she presses wet kisses to your thighs. all it takes is a few more flicks of her wrist to make you cum, thighs trembling and toes curling into the carpet. she doesnât stop playing with your clit until your moans turn into winces, signaling that youâre being overstimulated.
you feel almost delirious as azzi climbs into your lap, arms looping around your neck. it feels almost natural for you to place your hands on her waist, looking up at her like she hung the moon. âwas i good?â
âi canât feel my legs, i think,â you rasp in response, earning laughter from the girl, before she leans down to kiss you, the taste of your own cum potent on her lips and tongue.
as the kiss intensifies, you just go with the flow, letting your hands slip past the hem of the crop top azzi had worn. you push the fabric up until its bunched up at her chest, glad to find she went braless, and, tentatively, take her breasts into your hands, fondling them gently. azzi chuckles at your obvious nervousness and lack of experience, but her laughter quickly melts into soft moans as you take one into your mouth, sucking firmlyâ you donât think youâve ever heard a prettier sound. you donât think youâre going to be able to just go without ever hearing that sound again.
releasing her nipple, you let your free hand travel down to the button on azziâs shorts, popping it open, and pulling down the zipper with haste. despite the constricting denim, your hand still fits into the opening, past the hem of her panties. you figure it canât be much different than getting yourself off with your own fingers, so you just go by what youâd do if you were on your own, rubbing slow circles into azziâs clit to work her up before quickening the pace.
she buries her face into your neck, moans muffled as her hold on you tightensâ you take that, and how wet she is, as a sign that youâre doing it right, and continue until you feel her physically shaking in your arms. âfuck, y/n, iâm gonnaââ she cuts herself off with a highâpitched moan, and you continue to rub her clit through her orgasm until she stops grinding down against your hand. you rub her back, also, feeling that youâre actually kind of good at this. that you could get used to it.
the exhaustion from the night seems to hit you both like a brick, all of a sudden, and you both just sort of slump over in that position, limbs tangled and all.
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(happy valentines day!)
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you belong with me â teaser
a/n : i wanted to have this finished by today but đ˘ here's a lil snippet instead! for context, this specific part takes place in july of 2019, before the start of p's senior year of high school, and reader is her best friend and teammate. happy valentine's! đ
paige doesnât get what you see in him.
for one, heâs really not that cute, contrary to what all your other friends believeâ there are a million fiveâfootâten boys with curly blond hair and green eyes in the world, and youâre pretty enough to have any one of them that you want. for two, heâs so boring. heâs always got you holed up at his ridiculously large house doing something lame, when you could be with her, actually having fun. and lastly, heâs not even that good of a boyfriend. sure, he takes you out on dates and drives you around in his stupid car and surprises you with flowers and gifts, but those are all things sheâs done for you and sheâs only your friend. itâs the bare minimum, and you deserve a lot better than that; you deserve the world.
she thinks she might actually be sick, watching him tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and smile at you, leaning in for a kiss. his face is actually so gross, she gags.
âstop, leave her be,â azziâs voice comes with a little laugh as her hand closes around paigeâs forearm, tugging playfully, but the blonde still struggles to tear her eyes away. âpaige.â
âtheyâre disgusting,â paige gripes as she finally looks away, taking a sip of her dr. pepper, not even bothering with her burger and fries anymore. witnessing that interaction ruined her appetite.
âtheyâre in love,â azzi teases, dragging out the âoâ, and paige grumbles around her straw, eyes rolling dismissively.
you arenât in love with him. yeah, itâs been three months since you officially started dating, but paige actually knows you; youâve liked plenty of guys since she met you in seventh grade, and none of them have ever really meant anything. soon enough, youâll get bored of him, just like all the others, and itâll go back to just being you and her again, like it should be.
hopefully, thatâs before the season starts in november. she doesnât want to have to see you with him at homecoming, or even worse, at one of your gamesâ sheâd really be revolted, then.
âno, i agree with p,â kayhla chimes in on the conversation. âget a room!â she shouts, hands cupped around her mouth to accentuate the sound, earning the attention of you, him, and everyone else in the wendyâs.
your eyes get all wide and your cheeks tinge red, and the table erupts into giggles at your embarrassed reaction. you step away from him, finally, and turn back to the counter, smiling politely at the cashier as she slides a tray of chocolate and vanilla frosties toward you, and another toward him. paige canât help but feel a bit smug when you return to the table and reclaim your seat next to herâ itâs an endâseat, so he has to sit across from you both. she casually stretches her arm out over your shoulders, and shoves a spoonful of chocolate frosty into her mouth with her free hand.
âyou guys are mean,â you say, reaching out for one of her abandoned fries. you donât do anything about her arm.
âdonât be a freak, then,â paige replies, and you jab her in the side with your elbow, which only makes her laugh harder.
âoh, you have no right to be calling anyone a freak,â you retort playfully. âdonât make me bring up last summerââ
âwoah, nah, okay! okay, you win!â
paige throws up her hands in surrender, and everyone at the table laughs againâ everyone, except for him. you, on the other hand, laugh especially hard. she canât lie, itâs vindicating knowing there are parts of you that he hasnât yet breached, that she can make you laugh this hard and he has no clue why.
that she actually knows you. unlike him, paige isnât temporary. youâll get bored of him, and things will go back to being the way theyâre supposed to be.
just you and her.
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current wips
i know you â paige bueckers x reader ( fluff, parent!au )
past lives â paige buckers x reader ( angst, first love )
hold on, we're going home â kk arnold x reader ( angst, fluff, unrequited love )
sunday morning â kate martin x reader ( fluff, drabble )
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but i'm a cheerleader
pairing : paige bueckers x cheerleader!reader
warnings : smut. semiâpublic sex.
notes : this is highkey unrealistic af so don't think too hard abt it! also i got kinda lazy while proofreading and editing, so there may be some errors/might feel a bit clunky at times, sorry in advance đŤ
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xl center erupts with screams and applause as the final buzzer rings outâ the university of connecticutâs womenâs basketball team, for the tenth game in a row, has come out victorious, winning with a whopping fortyâseven points over their competitors.
you jump up from where youâve been sitting crossâlegged at the baseline of the court and shake your bright red pomâpoms, yelling out one of your cheers. the rest of the girls follow suit after you, their captain, perfectly in sync as the pep band begins to play the uconn husky fight song.
youâre never not tired as hell at the end of a gameâ the exhaustion from your halftime performance starting to set in and your head dully aching from your tight halfâupâhalfâdown hairstyleâ but none of that ever deters you. youâre captain for a reason, bringing sharp precision, clean lines, and high energy to every performance, whether its on a court, field, or stage.
but of course, even the best of best have their weaknesses.
yours has actually landed you in trouble before, just onceâ you missed a whole count because you were distracted by a pair of icy blue eyes watching you intently from uconnâs bench, her intrigued expression being replaced by a smirk once she realized sheâd caused your mishap. coach really chewed you out next practice, but you got got the blueâeyed girlâs number after that game, so it was honestly kind of worth it.
your postâgame cheer earns its own round of applause from the remaining fans in the stands, and you bow, shaking your poms the whole way back to the baseline, where your coach awaits you. she offers a few nice jobs and back pats, as well as a fair share of critiques, before finally telling you all youâre free to go.
while the rest of your team head for the cheer locker room, you start toward the opposite direction. ây/n?!â one of your teammates calls out after you, confused.
âgo on, iâll meet you guys later!â you reply, before running to meet paige at the other side of the court, by the stands.
thereâs still a large crowd of fans waiting to take pictures and have their jerseys signed by your girlfriend, but once she notices you approaching, she yells out, âalright, yâall, thatâs it for tonight! thanks for coming!â
her voice softens when she turns to you and smiles, âhey.â
âhey, you,â you say gingerly, hyperâaware of the cameras fixed on paige, and so also you, by extension.
she nods her head in the direction of the arenaâs large exit doors, silently instructing you to follow her.
you keep a safe distance while youâre still in the presence of the fans and cameras and the media, but as soon as youâre both in the tunnel, so dark that no one can see you, paige is all over you. her hands fly to your waist if theyâre under the control of a magnetic pull as her lips press to yours, gasping into your mouth. you shudder as you melt into the kiss, into her, throwing your arms around her neck. you part your lips, allowing her to lick into your mouthâ you want her to eat you alive.
âyou were so good out there,â you tell her once you part, voice breathy.
paige grins cockily, already knowing that she played well, and you can see that your red lipstick has transferred onto her mouth, making you laugh. âwhat? whatâs funny?â she questions, confused but chuckling a bit herself.
you shake your head. ânothing, justââ you point at your own lips, which youâre sure have also gotten smudged. âyouâve got something.â
âah,â she rolls her eyes, genuinely sounding irked, which only makes you laugh harder. âwell, youâve got somethingââ
she cuts herself off by simply kissing you again, a light peck, taking your hand into hers soon after she separates your bodies.
high on the rush of the win and each other, you two walk handâinâhand to the womenâs locker roomâ only to be met with aubrey, crouched at her locker as she finishes packing up her things. if not your lipstick literally being smeared all over paigeâs lips, then the flush on both of your faces and the way you freeze and suddenly drop each otherâs hands, even though both of your teams are aware of your relationship and you have nothing to hide, certainly tells the older girl everything she needs to know.
she simply stuffs a few more of her things into her bag before heading out, lightly punching paige on the shoulder and laughing as she passes by, âsee yâall!â
one you hear the door close, you and paige just look at each other before bursting into giggles at the interaction. âsheâs never gonna let me live that down.â the blonde groans, wrapping her arms around your waist again.
you just laugh, falling quiet as you find yourself lost in her eyes for the nth time since you first met her. those eyes will be the death of you, youâre sure of it. she gets kind of sheepish whenever you look at her for too long, avoiding your gaze and blushingâ youâre not sure why, sheâs the most beautiful person youâve ever seen. âi love you.â you say, very seriously.
âi love you, too, y/n,â she responds, just as earnest, and leans in to kiss you, only to be stopped.
âwait,â you say, reaching up and finally taking that godforsaken ponytail down, feeling all the tension in your head release as soon as you do. you drop the hair tie and bow to the ground, haphazardly brushing your hair out of your face with your fingers as it falls out of the style.
âgod, youâre so fucking pretty,â the blonde marvels aloud, before finally kissing you again.
your lips move together languidly as her hands move down until theyâre cupping your ass, kneading the soft flesh in her palms. âpaige,â you whine into her mouth, allowing your head to roll back as her lips trail wet, openâmouthed kisses from your jawline all the way down your exposed collarbones.
âyeah, baby?â she replies and then sucks harshly at a particularly sensitive spot, making you whimper.
âwant you,â
âhere?â she pulls back slightly to scan the locker roomâ everyone elseâs belongings are gone, itâs just her bag and shoes left in front of her storage space. still, someone may have forgotten something and could easily walk in on you while trying to find it. âsomeone could seeââ
you donât care. you pull paige back in, connecting your lips again, pushing your tongue into her mouth and kissing her with the kind of fervor that makes it impossible for her to deny you. she guides you backwards until your back is pressed to the one navy blue wall that isnât lined with lockers, her hands feeling you all over.
her fingertips find their way to the hem of your tiny skirt, pulling up until the fabric is bunched up high on your hips, revealing the even smaller red safety shorts youâre required to wear under your uniform. she steps back briefly to give you some space so you can push them and your panties down your legs, kicking them aside, before she slots her thigh between your legs. already knowing exactly what to do from experience, you grind down against her thigh, and it feels so good when you clit drags against her bare skin, you whimper and repeat the motion again and again.
paige uses one hand to hold you steady with a strong grip on your waist, while the other works at pushing up the top piece to your uniform and bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the locker room. she immediately leans down to suck and lick at one of your firm nipples while rolling over the other with her free thumb. the sounds are obsceneâ your moans, paigeâs slurping, and the squelch of your wet pussy rubbing against her thigh all coming together to fill the room.
âfuck, p,â you moan, eyes squeezing shut. âso good.â
paige releases your nipple from her mouth with low groan, briefly licks at the other, before standing upright. she leans in, dangerously close and she whispers into your ear, âi can feel it, yâknow. you really want my fingers that bad?â
you blush, flustered by her referring to the way your pussy keeps clenching against her thigh, showing how needy you are, but still nod. âneed it, paige, please,â you whimper, hoping sheâll give in quicker if you beg for it.
youâre proven correct, because your girlfriend plants a quick kiss on your cheek, murmuring, âanything for my girl,â before removing her thigh from between your legs, dropping down to her knees and crouching in front of you. ever the tease, she starts by kissing at your thighs, whispering sweet nothings into your skinâ beautiful, so pretty, good girl, all mine.
and then two of of her long, slender fingers are prodding at your entrance, easing in nice and slowly. your pussy clenches around the digits, welcoming her inside like an old friend, your walls slick and velvety.
you allow your head to tip back against the wall, eyes closing again, âoh my god.â paige knows your body so well, knows just how to angle her fingers and jab at that sweet spot inside you, the one that makes you cry every time. she adds her mouth to the mix, kittenâlicking at your clit before sucking it into her mouth, sending shivers up your spine.
âiâm close,â you cry out, and paige hums against you encouragingly, sending vibrations all throughout your core.
what really has you tipping over the edge is the look in her eyes when you finally will yours open, staring up at you with such adoration as she gets you off. you always said those eyes would be the death of you; your kryptonite. you nearly fold over as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking as the pleasure ebbs throughout your whole body, sobbing out your girlfriendâs name.
âyou good?â paige chuckles, amused by your struggling. her lips, covered in your cum and arousal, plus your lipstick from earlier, are glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the locker roomâ the sight is so hot, you almost feel ready to orgasm again. almost.
âyâyeah, i justââ you swallow thickly, heaving. âneed a minute.â
paigeâs hands grip your hips, holding you steady until she feels youâre able to stand on your own. only when sheâs certain you wonât topple over does she let go of you, sweetly kissing you on your forehead when she stands up. âiâll be right back, wait here,â she tells you, disappearing momentarily.
âdude! i look fucking insane!â you hear her yell out, making you laugh weakly. you figure sheâs found a mirror.
she returns with a wet hand towel, having washed off her mouth, hands, and thigh. sheâs gentle as she cleans you up, knowing youâre still sensitive. then, she grabs your panties and shorts from off the carpeted floor, bending over and holding them at your ankles to help you reâdress.
âwait, but i wanted to do you, too,â you whine, a genuine pout setting in on your face as you step back into the panties.
paige shakes her head. âwhen we get home,â she offers. âi donât wanna⌠defile this place any more than we already have.â
you laugh, again, at her choice of words. paige helps you get back into your shorts, as well, and you pull your skirt, bra, and top back down to their regular positions, smoothing over your uniform with the palms of your hands, trying to look at least a little bit presentable for when you walk out of here. paige wanders off toward her locker, changing out of her uniform.
finally feeling stable enough to walk, you find your hair tie and bow on the ground, rolling the former onto your wrist. âwait, câmere,â you wave paige over, just as sheâs pulling a fresh tâshirt over her head.
âhm?â she hums as she approaches, but you just motion for her to lean down a bit. she complies, and you place your bright red bow in her hair, right at the top of her ponytail.
âawww,â you gush at the sight. paige just looks at you, trying her best to appear unimpressed, but you can see the smile playing at her lips. âso pretty! cheer captain!â
she spends all of thirty seconds pretending like sheâs not enjoying this, before breaking out into a dance, very poorly imitating your cheer routine from earlier. you encourage her, nonetheless, clapping and cheering, âgo paige! go paige!â
she finishes with a ridiculously complex move that youâre pretty sure belongs to some tiktok dance learned recently with kk, grinning, âhow was that?â
â10/10, hands down!â
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