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Best massage ever

Paige x Azzi

WC: 1.7K

AN: the anon who gave me this idea. I love you. This one's for you freaky frogs!! I call this smut with some plot!! Enjoy 🥰(I just finished writing this from like a month ago…)

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Azzi loved the gym. It was her safe space to go to when she needed to quiet her mind.

Or her feelings for a certain blonde teammate, who’s also her best friend.

Azzi knew she liked Paige when she was fifteen during USA basketball. She knew she liked Paige when she quarantined at her house before her first year at Uconn and made stupid recruitment videos. She knew she liked Paige on her eighteenth birthday, which was also her recruitment announcement day, when she chose Uconn. She knew she really liked Paige when CD gave them their rooming assignments and Paige was one of her roommates.

So it was safe to say Azzi spent a lot of time in the gym.

Azzi usually spent her time in the gym alone but Caroline tagged along with her this time. Things were going well as they always do when Azzi’s in the gym. Today was a leg day for her and she was doing some leg presses when Caroline walked over to her.

“Az, you know how much I love you, right?” Caroline started.

Azzi scoffed lightly, continuing her set. “Yeah, Care. You good?”

Caroline nodded. “No, yeah, I’m great. I just, you know, as your best friend I wanna see you… happy is all. You know, not living in the gym.”

Azzi paused. “I don’t live in the– Caroline, what are you getting at?”

“I just think you should… tell Paige how you feel. I mean, hear me out, it’s super obvi she feels the same way and I just- I love you, I really do, but I hate when you make me come with you so you can avoid Paige. Which, by the way, is practically impossible because y’all are roommates.” Caroline said, finishing her ramble.

Azzi just blinked at her. How could she think that she’s deliberately avoiding Paige. She lives with her. It would be crazy to avoid her because she likes her. Right?

“I’m gonna go now. Backs of my legs are sore, y’know.” Azzi stated, standing up to grab her stuff.

“Az, you know I didn’t mean it like that–” Caroline began.

Azzi shook her head as she walked towards the door. “No, no, it’s good. I’ll uh, see you later.”

With that, Azzi left the gym and started walking to her apartment.

Her mind was moving at a million miles per second thinking about what Caroline had said.

Was Carol right? Does Paige like me? Was it obvious she felt the same way? Did everyone see it but me? There’s no way she could like me? I know I kinda disappear at the gym but it’s not necessarily to avoid her. Right?

Azzi was so in her head the entire walk home she didn’t even realize she was standing at her front door, or that her legs were actually burning.

Azzi stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. She didn’t even realize how sore she actually was until she leaned against the wall to kick her shoes off.

“Hey,” Paige said from the couch, her voice light and familiar in a way that made Azzi’s chest ache. “How was the gym?”

Azzi nodded, stretching her arms up over her head. “Good. It was leg day though, so I’m sore as shit right now.”

Paige grinned, standing up to walk over. “Aw, poor you.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she didn’t miss how Paige looked at her as she walked over.

“You want a massage?” Paige offered, sliding her phone into her pocket. “I mean, I’m not pro like the trainers, but I’m like top two.”

Azzi raised her eyebrows. “Oh yeah, and who told you that? They’re for sure lying to you.”

“Kk,” Paige said without missing a beat, smirking.

Azzi let out a small laugh and walked over to the couch and dramatically flopped down onto it. “Y’know what, sure Paige. I could probably use it anyways.”

“Aight, cool. Just lay there on your stomach and I’ll be back. Imma grab some lotion.” Paige said, before disappearing down the hallway.

Azzi adjusted herself on the couch, flipping onto her stomach. Her sports bra dug uncomfortably into her back as she tried to relax.

When Paige returned, she looked down at her for a second. “You can take your bra off if you want. It might be in the way.”

Azzi didn’t hesitate. “Good call,” she mumbled, sitting up to pull it over her head and letting it drop onto the floor beside her.

Paige tried to ignore the quick flutter in her chest as she straddled the edge of the couch and squeezed some lotion into her hands. She started gently, working on Azzi’s upper back and shoulders, the silence between them comfortable but humming with something unspoken.

“Lower,” Azzi murmured after a few minutes. “My glutes and thighs are worse. Please.”

Paige moved down without a second thought, beginning to knead her way over Azzi’s thighs.

But Azzi felt the hesitation.

“Paige,” she said, her voice low, “I know you’re probably trying to be respectful or whatever, but I really need you to like, be… harder. I’m sore as shit right now, so please actually touch my ass for once.”

There was a beat of silence. Then Paige let out a surprised laugh.

“Okay then,” she said, smiling wide, “whatever you want princess.”

Azzi chuckled, cheek smushed against the couch pillow. “Thank you.”

Paige leaned in again, her fingers finding the tense muscles in Azzi’s butt. She tried her best to keep her mind focused, but the moment was starting to feel... charged. Intimate.

After a minute, Azzi peeked over her shoulder. “You’re gonna have a hard time getting in there with my shorts on.”

Paige blinked. “You want me to...?”

Azzi nodded once. “Yeah. Just take ‘em off. It’ll help.”

Paige hesitated, then gently tugged the waistband of Azzi’s shorts down, revealing a tiny black thong that made her brain short circuit.

“Fuck, Az,” she whispered without thinking.

Azzi’s cheeks flushed. “Just, keep going.”

The massage continued—genuine, professional if you will—but with every minute that passed, the air between them thickened. Paige’s fingers brushed higher on Azzi’s thigh, and Azzi made a small, unguarded sound—soft, pleased.

Paige froze.

Azzi turned her head slightly. “Don’t stop,” she said, quiet and honest. “Please, P.”

Paige swallowed, fingers still resting gently against her skin. “Az...”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I can pretend this is just a massage anymore.”

Azzi pushed herself up slightly, just enough to meet Paige’s eyes.

“Then don’t.”

Paige nodded slowly, understanding the weight of what Azzi was saying to her. With that, she inched her hand higher on Azzi’s inner thigh, close enough to her core where she could feel the wetness that had gathered there.

“Shit, Az. All this, from a massage?” Paige muttered, tracing small circles between Azzi’s thighs, lightly brushing against her center.

Azzi turned her head, “Paige, I’d so rather you fuck me than sit here and tease me.”

Paige chuckled softly at how needy Azzi was being and nodded, leaning forward near Azzi’s ear. “I gotchu, princess.”

With that, Paige moved her fingers to rub small circles on Azzi’s clit through her soaked panties. Azzi shuddered at the touch. Her body relaxing deeper into the couch.

Paige sped up her circles and Azzi moved her hips back onto Paige’s hand. Silently begging for more.

Azzi’s hips rocked gently against Paige’s hand, her breath shaky, head buried in the couch pillow. Paige’s fingers moved expertly, slow but deliberate, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her thong, finally touching her directly.

Azzi let out a shaky moan, barely loud but so full.

Paige stilled. Not because she wanted to stop—but because something in her chest tugged so hard it almost hurt.

She didn’t want this to just be some tension-breaking hookup. She didn’t want to look at Azzi tomorrow and pretend it never happened. She didn’t want this to stay unspoken.

Paige leaned down, her lips brushing against the curve of Azzi’s shoulder. “Az…”

Azzi turned her head, her eyes heavy but open, searching.

“I—” Paige hesitated. “I don’t want this to be just… this. I don’t want to fuck you unless you know it means something to me.”

Azzi blinked. Her breath caught—not from Paige’s fingers, but from her words.

She shifted, turning over onto her back beneath Paige’s weight, the flush still high on her cheeks, but her expression soft.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen,” she said quietly. “Since USA basketball. Since that stupid recruitment video. Since you let me sleep in your bed when I got homesick.”

Paige’s lips parted, stunned still.

“I didn’t tell you,” Azzi continued, “because I thought you didn’t feel it too. That you just… wanted to be close. Not like that.”

Paige let out a breathless laugh, her forehead pressing to Azzi’s. “Azzi. You’ve been the only thing I’ve wanted since before I even knew what the hell I was feeling.”

Azzi smiled softly, cupping Paige’s face with lotion-slick fingers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Paige whispered, kissing her slowly—no teasing, no smirk, just gentle. Real. Like the years they danced around this had built up to this one moment.

Azzi pulled her closer, whispering against her lips, “Then show me. But not just because I asked.”

Paige shook her head, her voice a breath, “No, baby. Because I’ve been waiting years to.”

She kissed down Azzi’s jaw, her collarbone, tracing every place she’d always wanted to touch but never let herself. Her hands moved with purpose now—not teasing anymore, not careful. Loving. Claiming.

Azzi’s legs fell open easily for her, but her hands found Paige’s again, lacing their fingers together. “This is the part where you call me your good girl, by the way,” she whispered, breathless. “Just in case you forgot.”

Paige smirked, heart racing. “Never.”

Then she leaned down, fingers still working inside her, lips brushing Azzi’s ear.

“You’re my good girl,” she whispered. “My favorite. My best friend. My person. You always have been.”

Azzi moaned again, louder this time, arching into her, chasing more—of Paige, of this. Of everything they’d been holding in.

And when she came— gasping Paige’s name messily—it wasn’t just pleasure she felt. It was safety between them. It was theirs.

She laid there after, flushed and fucked out, while Paige curled beside her on the couch, brushing hair from her face, pressing soft kisses to her temple.

“I love you,” Paige said simply, like it had always been true.

Azzi turned to her, smiling sleepily. “I know. I love you too.”

And just like that, years of silence turned into the softest sound in the world.

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pazzi5351 · 7 days ago

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Bria's Interlude

Paige x Azzi

“I just wanna touch you, but I’m so far away”

AN:ok so this isn’t what i was planning on putting out but i was rereading it for inspo bc unfortunately ya girl is inexperienced in this field. But here u go since i’ve been baiting y’all accidentally. I also don’t rly like this bc it’s short as hell but it’s from like mid may so I’m giving myself grace BUUUT I hope yall like it (yall will bc yall freaked out too so) enjoy!

WC: 1.3K

Warning: 18+

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After basically living together for four years, Paige and Azzi grew accustomed to having each other around at every waking moment. So, when Paige was drafted number one to the Wings. To Dallas, the two kind of freaked out.

Even though she was super happy for Paige, Azzi couldn’t help but be sad that her girlfriend was moving back across the country.

Away from her.

It’d been two weeks since Paige moved and Azzi had felt every second of everyday that Paige was gone. Despite constant facetimes and texts, Azzi missed Paige in ways she’d never thought she could miss someone— she missed her hair, her smell, her laugh— she mostly, however, missed her touch. God, Paige’s touch that could make her melt the second Paige’s hands were on her.

The way she missed Paige was nobody’s problem, but her own— but, she still made it everyone else’s. One particular afternoon, while getting lunch with Caroline, Azzi decided that today, her missing Paige was Carol’s new problem.

“How do you deal with being single?” She asked flatly, to a now choking Caroline.

“Wow Az, thanks for asking if I’m good,” Caroline said, sipping her water. “Um, I don’t know? Some of us don’t have the luxury of meeting the love of our lives at fifteen.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, “Seriously Care, I genuinely don’t know how to function without her. I’m actually so touch deprived and it’s only been two weeks. I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of the W season.”

Caroline shook her head incredulously at her friend. “Call her? Watch her edits? Book a flight to Dallas? Make her book you a flight? I know she’ll do it. Or, y’know, do it yourself? I’m sure you have enough pictures of her.”

Azzi’s eyebrows shot up, as she was the one choking now. “Carol!”

Caroline put her hands up in mock surrender. “What? You made this my problem today. I’m just giving you solutions.”

Azzi wiped her mouth with a napkin, still lightly coughing. “You’re the worst.”

Caroline grinned. “I know. But you love me.”

Azzi didn’t respond, she just glanced out the window, her mood going back to normal. She missed her girlfriend. Not just in a “we’ll text everyday” way. But, in a gut wrenching way.

And it had only been two weeks.

Later that night, after failed study attempts and a painfully cold shower, Azzi gave up, grabbing her phone, and facetiming Paige like it was muscle memory.

She answered on the first ring, lounging on her bed, bare shouldered in a tank top, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and a soft smile on her face. “Hey baby.”

Azzi leaned back into her pillows, exhaling. Seeing Paige’s face on a screen, not next to her, made her chest ache. “Hi. I miss you.”

Paige tilted her head, still smiling. “I miss you more mama. You okay?”

Azzi hesitated. “I was at lunch with Carol earlier, and I may or may not have had a breakdown.”

Paige smirked knowingly. “Bout me?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Yeah. I was saying how I miss you and she asked why I couldn’t just call or book a flight or—” she trailed off, embarrassed now. “She also made a very Caroline, very inappropriate suggestion.”

“Oh yeah?” Paige raised an eyebrow. “Please, enlighten me.”

Azzi sighed, burying her face in her hands. “She said I probably have enough pictures of you to… y’know… help myself.”

Paige burst out laughing, leaning back against her pillows. “Bro. Carol’s wild for that.”

“I didn’t say she was wrong,” Azzi muttered, barely above a whisper.

Paige grinned slowly, “I can send you pics if you wanna do it yourself.”

Azzi sat up straighter. “Paige. No, like– please. I’m good—it’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Paige’s voice dipped, soft but firm. “I’d rather be the one touching you, but if this is what we’ve got, I’ll make it work. Let me help you out, mama.”

Azzi looked away, biting her lip, already warm from paige's offer.

“Okay…” she whispered.

Paige leaned closer to the camera. “But only if you stay on the phone with me while you do it.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Paige’s tone becoming slightly more demanding. “I could hang up. But then you’d have no one to talk you through it. And I know that gets you off.”

Azzi didn’t say anything, but her silence was answer enough.

Paige smiled and picked up her phone, tapping away.

Seconds later, three pictures came through.

One of her hand, fingers spread, knuckles sharp and veins popping slightly. Another of her abs, and the last… her face. Hair messy, lips parted, sweat along her collarbone. She looked wrecked. And so stupidly beautiful it made Azzi hold her breath.

Paige watched her reaction. “You like ‘em?”

Azzi nodded slowly, barely breathing. “Too much.”

“Good. Now…” Paige leaned back and looked at her. “Take your shirt off for me.”

Azzi hesitated for half a second, then obeyed, slipping out of her oversized tee. Her nipples were already hard, her skin itched with tension.

“Play with your nipples first,” Paige instructed, her voice low. “You know how much I love watching you touch them.”

Azzi bit her lip, letting her fingers roll over each one, moaning softly.

Paige watched closely. “Good girl.”

The praise hit instantly—Azzi let out a small gasp, her hips shifting beneath the sheets. Paige clocked it.

“You like that baby? You like when I call you my good girl? When I remind you that you're mine?”

Azzi whimpered. “Yes.”

“You’re so easy for me mama. One word from me and you’re wet.”

Azzi moaned again, louder this time. Her hand slid lower, but Paige caught her.

“Hey!” she said softly. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Azzi paused, breathing heavily.

“Ask me.”

“Can I… can I touch myself now?”

Paige tilted her head. “Beg for it.”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered shut. “Please, Paige. Please let me touch myself. I miss you so much, I need it. I need you.”

“That’s better,” Paige murmured. “Go ahead, baby. Show me how bad you miss me.”

Azzi’s hand slid beneath the waistband of her shorts, finding herself soaked and desperate. She moaned again, this time with Paige whispering right in her ear, “That’s it. Keep going. You’re already dripping, aren’t you?”

Azzi nodded breathlessly, her fingers circling slow, just how she liked.

“Such a dirty girl,” Paige cooed. “You’re on the phone, playing with yourself for me. You’re so desperate for my touch you’ll take whatever I give you.”

Azzi whimpered again, her legs twitching.

“Say it,” Paige commanded. “Say you’re my filthy little girl.”

“I’m your—your filthy girl,” Azzi breathed out.

“Good girl.”

That undid her. Azzi’s body jerked, but Paige’s voice held her there.

“Don’t come yet.”

Azzi nearly cried. “Please—Paige—please.”

“I said no,” Paige growled. “You come when I say you can come. Now stop moving and lick your fingers clean.”

Azzi obeyed, licking slowly, eyes closing.

“Back in,” Paige whispered. “Two fingers. Do it for me.”

Azzi slid them back in with a shaky sigh.

“Now,” Paige said, voice deep and soothing, “I want you to go slow. Let me hear every sound. Let me hear you fall apart for me.”

Azzi moaned loudly, her other hand returning to her chest, rolling her nipple as her hips bucked into her hand.

Paige whispered filth and sweetness in equal measure—calling her a good girl, a mess, a slut, her baby. Azzi didn’t know which she loved more. The praise made her melt. The degradation made her feral.

When she finally begged again, Paige’s voice turned velvet.

“Now, baby. Come for me.”

Azzi’s orgasm hit like a crash wave—legs shaking, fingers stilled, her back arching as she sobbed Paige’s name. Her whole body went limp.

Paige was smiling, soft and smug. “That’s my girl. You did so good.”

Azzi laid there dazed, her hand still on her stomach, body humming. “That was amazing,” she whispered. “But… holy fuck, it made me miss you more.”

Paige chuckled gently. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Paige said, “I already booked your flight.”

Azzi blinked.

“I’m getting you right soon, mama. Promise.”

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