#azzi fudd x you

[bbydoll18xx]

This Is Me Trying

'I just wanted you to know that this is me trying.'

Azzi Fudd x Reader

Based on this request (sorry it took forever lol)

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.1k

Themes: depression, mild alcohol abuse, hurt/comfort

A/N: hiii so here i am trying out writing for someone other than Paige, and I really hope you like it! If this is a decent success I may write for other people as well :) And of course it was time to write a fic to go along with my most favorite song of all time (folklore stans rise up)

Lets do thisss

also sorry this is lowkey kinda depressing i am a sad girly

~

Your lack of sleep was showing in deep purple bruises under your eyes that no amount of even the heaviest concealer could adequately cover. You haven't slept well in days, and today’s shift had not helped your exhaustion. The day was filled with incessant neediness, people cussing you out, and an endless amount of shit.

Literally and figuratively. 

You walk into your apartment, just wanting nothing but to fall into Azzi’s warm and loving arms, but you’re met with the still darkness of an empty home. Your girlfriend was in Las Vegas playing against the Aces, and she would not be home until tomorrow afternoon. 

She had promised to call you after the game, but you weren’t sure if you would even make it through your shower, much less wait up for her by the phone for another three hours. 

Your eyes fill with tears, the feeling of overwhelming loneliness mixing with your exhaustion, and as you throw your stuff on the floor, dredging your body into your bathroom, letting the downpour of water drown out your own tears. 

You had become quite accustomed to hiding your feelings behind bright smiles and fake laughs, desperate to clutch onto the need to prove to everyone that you were okay.

Even if you really weren't.

Your girlfriend had enough stress on her, and the idea of her needing to worry about you, too, was enough to send guilt shooting through your entire body. 

You had kept up your facade all throughout college, choosing to take long, solo car rides until you had to pull over, the tears swimming in your eyes nearly blinding you. And when you were strung along to the bars with Azzi and the rest of her teammates, you drowned your sorrows and fears with liquor, numbing your thoughts and your body until you were delirious. 

You were the golden girl. 

You knew what jokes to crack for which group of people you were around at the time. Your grades were stellar. And you had bagged the prettiest, sweetest girl in probably the entire universe. 

So, you resented yourself for feeling anything other than being on top of the world, because it was actually quite the opposite.

It got worse once you graduated. 

Azzi was often gone, traveling for away games, and that left you alone to process the unimaginable emotions that came with your budding nursing career. Feelings of loss and incompetence clouded your brain constantly.

Today was no different. 

You had lost a patient, a kind, gentle woman who finally let go, taking her last breath while gripping your hand, completely alone. 

It broke you, and the devastating reality had sunk into your chest, crushing all of the air out of your fragile lungs. And you were now gasping for air, leaving you feeling bereft and vulnerable, like an open wound. 

Maybe that’s all you’d ever really be, and you could not help but think that you were the festering wound in yours and Azzi’s relationship, threatening to slowly tear it apart until the two of you were left standing in the tattered shreds of what used to be. 

You wanted things to be okay so, so badly, but the overwhelming feelings of loneliness and longing had set in, chilling you down to the bone. And you were scared. 

So you would just continue on pretending. 

Azzi comes home the next day, and you put the mask back on the second she walks through the door. You’d be lying, though, if her presence didn’t make you feel the tiniest bit whole again. You melt into her arms, drinking in her presence, as she rubs your back soothingly, her face pressed into the crook of your neck. 

Maybe everything would be okay, if only you could be honest with her.

~

Azzi lays in bed next to you, and you indulge in the way her smell has permeated the soft bedsheets again, after days of the scent slowly becoming less and less potent. She smells warm and comforting, and you nuzzle into her, desperate for her to fix every little part of you that was screaming out in insecurity and despondancy.

A low sigh escapes your throat, secretly wanting your girlfriend to pick up on your mood, and because she knows you better than anyone else, she does. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” She questions, her tone filled with concern and worry. She places a hand on your cheek, coaxing you to look into her eyes, and the glow of the lamp on the bedside table illuminates the kindness emitting from her deep brown irises. 

“I–” You begin, taking a deep breath and then stopping. Trying to put all your emotions into coherent words was quite the task. And honestly, you were terrified of how Azzi would react. 

Her thumb strokes your cheek, as she sits up fully next to you in the bed, eyes still peering into yours. 

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” she murmurs gently, and something clicks inside of you.

It was Azzi. You could tell her anything, and it would never even come close to dimming any of the love she felt for you. 

In that moment, all the anxiety you felt about coming clean seemed silly, like it had been built up in your head to great heights, and here it was now, crashing down all around you.

“I’ve been really depressed,” you mumble, your cheeks feeling warm from her touch and the prickling of shame. “For a long time, actually. And I really fucking miss you. I hate feeling like a needy girlfriend, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this.”

The confession pours out of you, and as the air stills between you, your heart races as you watch Azzi’s face contort into a look of hurt and confusion.

“Oh, baby,” she breathes, scooping you up and setting you into her lap, legs draped over hers as she interlaces your fingers with hers. 

“I’ve been missing you, too. And I didn’t want you to feel like you had to sacrifice your career for mine,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

Your shoulders sag in relief, and you connect your lips in a kiss. There were numerous unspoken words shared as your lips entwined in a sheer display of passion.

As you break apart, you gaze back into those dark brown eyes, pupils now blown wide. “Guess this means we’ll have a lot more time to be doing this,” you giggle, wagging your eyebrows at Azzi.

She shakes her head fondly. “Just want my sweet, happy girl back,” she whispers in your ear.

Little did she know, you already were.

~

I really hope everyone enjoyed this. I have been toying around with a lil Pazzi fic, so let me know if you'd be interested :)

xoxo katy

Taglist:

@fullladypanda-blog, @omg-imtumbling, @tenaciousglitternerd, @oldcrdigan, @paigebuxkets, @the-other-half , @patscorner , @dietcokesmom , @tndaqltoifwy

Want to be added to my taglist? Comment or send me a message!

[cosmopretty]

Azzi Fudd x Fem Dating Headcannons

She is the sweetest girlfriend ever, always taking care of you

Buys you books to read and makes you talk to her about them

Kisses your forehead and cheek 24/7

CUDDLES YOU ALL DAY LONG

The two of you lay in her bed, her sitting against the headboard with you between her legs a book in your lap. Azzi’s head sits comfortably on your shoulder reading the words on the pages, her voice silky smooth as she reads to you.

Her hand rubs back and forth on your waist as you hold the book in your lap, flipping the pages for her.

This was peace, her sweet voice reading to you as you lay in her arms. You zone out listening to her voice, you snap out of it when her hand that was on your waist moves up to talk your cheek “You still here with me baby?” she asks you smiling into your neck.

“Yeah- yeah sorry” You apologize to her grabbing her hand and lacing your fingers together.

Azzi rarely posts on social media so when she does your in most of her posts

Takes you every where

Where she goes you go and where you do she goes

Regrets introducing you to KK because the two of you act like children who never listen

Teaches you to play basketball

You hold the ball in your hands looking at your girlfriend, back and forth from her to the ball. She comes up behind you, her hands coming to cover yours as she holds the ball “Bend your knees mama- just follow me okay” she whispers her breath fanning your ear.

Trying your hardest not to blush you follow her instructions bending your knees and following her as she brings your hands up to shoot the ball “Just let the ball flow from your fingers” she tells you before your shoot the ball with her help.

It goes through the hoop and you jump up and down clapping your hands “We did it baby” you smile up at her.

She nods looking down at you “Yeah and with more practice you’re gonna be the next WNBA star” she jokes. You scoff and push her, she barely flinches “Let’s leave that to you star” you tell her grabbing her hand.

She writes you love letters

You wear her jersey too all her basketball games and sit courtside

Your with her through every step of healing her knee injury

Has a Polaroid collection of the two of you

The two of you bake together all the time, playing around in the kitchen

“Azzi no” You point your finger at her, watching as she holds some flour on her finger, ever so slowly walking towards you. She smiles “Azzi yes” she replies walking closer to you as you move under her arm to get away.

She turns around “We’re supposed to be baking- Azzi please” you squeal at the end as she grabs you. Azzi pulls you closer to her and rubs flour down your cheek “Brownies are in the oven all ready princess” she teases you.

You pout and grab some flour before throwing in her face, she gasps as flour covers her entire left side of her face. You laugh barely being able to breathe “Karma” you say between laughs. Azzi rubs the flour from her face staring at you “Oh it’s so on” she says grabbing some and throwing it at you, flour flys everywhere landing all over your chest.

The two of you go back and forth, running from each other, attacking each other with flour. Your guys laughter flows all through the apartment, a mess all around you both.

You steal all of her clothes

The two of you go out to dinner all the time, Azzi loves your dates

Fans always catch you two together outside, and take pictures with the both of you

The fan edits of you both are crazy, Azzi has a whole collection of them

You sit on the counter admiring her as she cooks for you both

Words of affirmation are her love language

[azzibuckets]

jealous [azzi fudd]

azzi fudd x fem!reader

summary: aubrey gives you a hard time by making azzi jealous

word count: 1k

masterlist

“Damn.”

You ducked your head in embarrasment as Azzi’s eyes unashamedly wandered over your body. She wasn’t touching you, but your skin felt hot where her eyes lingered, like she was undressing you by just looking at you.

“You like it?” you asked, already knowing the answer but wanting the words to come explicitly from Azzi’s lips.

Azzi came up from behind you, her palms sliding sensually over your hips and coming dangerously close to the heat now throbbing between your thighs. “Baby,” she chuckled, her breath warm on your ear, “like doesn’t even come close.”

You felt her lips graze your neck, the soft curls of her hair brushing your skin. It took everything in you not to undress right then and there, with Azzi looking at you like a tiger ready to pounce. You studied yourself in the mirror. You looked good. You were wearing a tight, low-cut dress that showed just enough cleavage. The dress hugged you in all the right places, highlighting your curves and the soft slope of your hips and breasts. You lips were stained a scarlet red, your fingers decorated with heavy gold jewelry that glittered in the light.

Azzi’s lips moved to your neck, where her she folded your skin in her mouth, teasing the soft spot between her teeth. “We might just have to stay at home,” she husked.

“No, Azzi, we promised the girls we’d be there,” you laughed lightly, turning around and gently detaching your bodies. Azzi pouted at the loss of contact, her ebony eyes shining.

Azzi couldn’t take her eyes or hands off of you the entire way to the bar. There was always some point of contact between the two of you - her hand on the small of your black, gliding down to your butt until you had to smack her away, her pinkie intertwined with yours, or her arm laid protectively around your shoulders.

The two of you only separated when you went to go dance with Aubrey and KK. Azzi stayed behind at the bar, slowly sipping her drink as she carefully watched you. You were grinding sensually to the rythmic beat of the music, your hips glancing against Aubrey’s as she hovered behind you.

“Grip that any tighter and you’re gonna cut yourself.” Looking down, Azzi saw the tips of her fingers go white. Letting go of the glass, she flexed her hand. Caroline plopped down in the stool next to her, a wry smile on her face.

“She’s awfully close to Aubrey,” Azzi said stiffly, not tearing her eyes from you.

“You’re worried about Aubrey?” Caroline laughed as she stole a sip from Azzi’s drink. “You know she has a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I know,” Azzi grumbled, finally forcing herself to look away. “I just don’t like seeing anyone that close with her.”

“Trust me,” Caroline said. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

But her words flew past Azzi’s head once Aubrey placed her hands on your hips, slowly guiding your movements as she whispered something into your ear. Azzi shot up, immediately pushing past the throng of people to find you. Caroline chuckled as she watched the scene unfolding, knowing Aubrey’s tendency to get a kick out of making Azzi jealous (which, in Aubrey’s defense, was much easier than it should be).

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist and gently tug. Looking up, you saw Azzi staring you down with a clenched jaw. “Hey Az,” you slurred, reaching up to graze your fingers against the hollow of her throat. “What’s up?”

“Come on,” she said assertively, trying to ignore the sparks from where your touch dragged over her neck. “We gotta go.”

“Aw, Azzi,” Aubrey grinned, moving closer to you. “But the party just started.”

Azzi glared at her friend, knowing what she was up to. She shifted her body between the two of you, separating your distance as Aubrey’s grin widened. “Aubrey,” she warned. “You’re really testing it.”

Aubrey threw her hands up in surrender, backing up a couple of steps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said innocently.

Sending one final death glare to Aubrey, Azzi tightened her grip on your wrist and led you across the bar to the bathroom. As soon as she locked the door, she pushed you against the wall. Your eyes widened in surprise her hands aggressively smoothed over her hips. “You wanna let me in on your little secret?” she breathed, her eyebrows furrowed and lip curled.

Your bottom lip jutted out. “Azzi,” you whined. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Sure as hell you didn’t.” Azzi nipped harshly at your earlobe, eliciting a groan from your lips. The angle of your bodies gave you a perfect view of the curve of her cleavage peeking out from the opening of her crop top. You swallowed hard and tried to drag your eyes away, but there was nowhere safe to look. Every part of Azzi’s body, from the lines of her abs to the sharp edge of her jaw, sent fire running through your veins.

Azzi, noticing your eyes flicking down, smirked knowingly. “You wanna grind on other girls and let them whisper sweet nothings into your ear then look at me like you wanna fuck me?” she mocked.

“I wasn’t grinding on her,” you moaned. You tried to meet Azzi’s lips with your own but she dodged your kiss.

Azzi slotted her leg between yours, knocking your knee and allowing it to make contact with your core. You groaned at the contact, trying to rock your hips against her thigh but failing to gain enough friction to feel anything.

Azzi bit her lip, wondering how someone could look so sexy like this. Your hair was a mess, unfurling from the bobby pins you had put in to keep it up and falling into your face. Your cheeks were rosy and flushed, with a light sheen of sweat covering your neck from dancing earlier. She wanted to take you right then and there, but she was becoming acutely aware of the fact that you two were still in the unhygienic bathroom of a college bar.

So instead, she detached yourself from the warmth of your body. She looked at you with dilated pupils, her eyes hooded. “Home?” she suggested.

[goldfades]

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 /𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐈'𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 -- / 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝟑𝟎𝟎𝟓 ─ AF³⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | requested -> "wait i love ur fics!! can i request a one shot of azzi (aka sweet angel whose never done anything wrong in her life) and loud & chaotic!reader who were childhood friends and now have the cutest relationship ever?? like a huge opposites attract thingy where reader is a cheerleader and that popular kid, and brings azzi out of her shell? and maybe the team is a bit suspicious at first but just falls in love with their relationship really quickly"

─ warnings | nothing but sweet, good old fluff!!! literally so adorable, my fav thing i've written in a while. my fav trope! oblivious best friends to obnoxious lovers!! the girls being a little skeptical but slowly also falling in love w/ r because she brings out the best in az, mention of a confession but literally nothing else

─ word count | 1.8k

─ ev's notes | i love my azzi baby and she needs more love!!!!! fuck EVERYBODY who doesn't like her cause babygirl is so unproblematic, she's literally an angel and the heart of uconn so FUCK OFF anyways. also i love all my azzi girls sm i had to feed them too, mwah!!!!!!!!!!

⇨ missing out on updates? check out my wcbb masterlist!

THERE HAD NEVER been a time when Azzi wasn't by your side.

Since the day you'd met her back in the sixth grade, she was always by your side. There was never a day where you questioned her loyalty or her friendship. Through the ups and downs of adolescence, through the awkwardness of high school, and into the uncertainties of young adulthood, Azzi remained a constant presence in your life.

She always admired everything about you ─ there was never a moment where she was annoyed by your extrovertness or how much you liked to talk, she actually enjoyed it. Azzi was never much of a talker, she was more of a listener so she liked to let you take the lead in conversations, always content to listen to your stories, your dreams, and your worries. She found solace in the rhythm of your voice, in the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something you loved.

While you were the outgoing one, always ready to dive headfirst into any adventure, Azzi was the steady presence by your side, offering quiet wisdom and unwavering support. She may not have been the loudest voice in the room, but her presence spoke volumes, grounding you when you felt like you were spinning out of control.

Azzi's strength wasn't just in her ability to be a steadfast companion; it was also in her capacity for understanding. She had a way of seeing beyond the surface, of understanding the complexities of your emotions even when you couldn't understand them yourself.

In her own quiet way, Azzi was the glue that held your relationship together. She didn't need grand gestures or flashy displays of affection to show how much she cared; her loyalty and devotion spoke for themselves.

"Az!" You shouted as you practically threw yourself into her arms. She laughed as she held you close to her chest, her arms wrapping around your body.

As you nestled into Azzi's embrace, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and happiness flood through you. Her laughter was like music to your ears, a melody that resonated deep within your soul.

It was finally summer and that meant it was her favorite time of year ─ spending every second with you. This was the second year you'd been separated because of college, so it wasn't entirely foreign but this year was a little harder than the last. She found herself missing you and thinking about you all the damn time, literally.

You could think of a couple reasons as to why, and one of them is because you'd both had confronted your long-time feelings for each other.

You both had danced around your feelings for each other for far too long, tiptoeing around the truth out of fear of ruining the beautiful friendship you shared. But as time went on, the pull between you grew stronger, until it became impossible to ignore.

The moment of truth came during a late-night conversation at your family's beach house, where words tumbled out in a rush of honesty and vulnerability. Azzi confessed her feelings for you, her heart laid bare for you to see. And to her relief and delight, you felt the same way. It felt like it was out of a movie; everything was perfect, Childish Gambino was playing through the speaker, the air felt just right and the waves whispered secrets in the background.

You pulled out of the hug with a grin as Azzi laughed again, putting her hands on your shoulders. "Damn, you're still short."

"Oh my god, we're still on this?" You let out a sigh, despite the sweet smile on your face. You've known each other since you were kids and still, her favorite thing to tease you about was your height.

And it wasn't even that you were abnormally short ─ she was just tall.

"What! I thought you woulda grown, sorry!" Azzi teased as you grumbled, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Well, you know what they say, good things come in small packages," you retorted with a smirk, earning another laugh from Azzi.

Azzi chuckled, giving you a playful shove. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, shorty."

Before you could respond, Azzi's name was being called from behind her. Azzi turned around to wave toward the group of girls, her teammates and friends from UConn. You'd met them one time before and that was at one of the championship games last year, and meeting them was a stretch ─ you'd waved at them.

As Azzi turned to greet her teammates, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness flutter in your stomach. You remembered the last time you had met them, feeling like a fish out of water among a group of award-winning athletes and accomplished individuals.

"I'm right here, guys," Azzi sighed as her friends walked toward her. "Y/N, this is Aubrey, Aaliyah and Nika. Oh, and Paige,"

Paige sent her a glare toward Azzi but before she could retort, Nika nudged her and smiled politely at you.

"Hi," you smiled as you looked up at Azzi for reassurance. She gave a warm smile as she pulled you closer to her side, squeezing you. "I'm Y/N,"

Azzi had never seen you so nervous, it was almost endearing to see. You'd always been the outgoing one, but in this moment, you seemed almost shy and uncertain. It was a side of you that Azzi hadn't seen often, and it made her heart swell with affection.

"You're even prettier in person," Nika spoke as she smiled. The girls all exchanged glances as Nika realized what she had just said, laughing. "What! I mean, we had to stalk Azzi's girl before we met her, it's just part of the process-"

"My god, Nika," Paige laughed as Azzi squeezed your shoulder.

You blushed under their gazes, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and flattery at Nika's comment. Azzi's gentle squeeze on your shoulder offered reassurance, grounding you in the moment.

"Thanks, you guys too. I'm a stalker too, don't worry. I'm practically your guys' biggest fan," you joked, trying to lighten the mood with a touch of self-deprecation. The tension eased as the group laughed, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

Aubrey grinned. "Well, I guess we're all in good company then."

Aaliyah nodded. "Absolutely. It's always nice to meet a fan."

"Hey, hey. She's actually my biggest fan, cause you know, she's my girlfriend." Azzi cut in as the group laughed. You glanced up at Azzi, your heart practically jumping at the word girlfriend. You were her girlfriend, and it sounded so perfect. You gazed up at Azzi, your eyes meeting hers, and in that moment, everything felt right.

"Absolutely, I have like 20 different jerseys" you chimed in, unable to hide the fondness in your voice as you leaned into Azzi's side.

Azzi laughed as she shook her head. "She's not joking, she probably has more than me."

"I've been collecting them since high school, cause I wanted to make sure everyone knew I was her biggest fan when she makes into the WNBA," you explained, a hint of pride coloring your words. The admiration and support you felt for Azzi were palpable, evident in the way you spoke about her with such reverence and affection.

"Our reservation is for 8 and it's 7:45, we should probably get going," Nika suggested, glancing at her watch.

Azzi nodded, casting a fond glance at you. "Yeah, let's head out."

With a collective agreement, the group began to make their way toward the restaurant, chatting and laughing as they went. Azzi slipped her hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with hers as you walked side by side. With a smile, you squeezed Azzi's hand, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the amazing woman by your side.

At the restaurant, Azzi had her arm around you as the host led the group to their table. You felt a sense of warmth and comfort in Azzi's embrace, the simple gesture serving as a reminder of the deep connection you shared.

As you settled into your seats, the buzz of conversation continued around you, filled with laughter and shared stories. Azzi leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "I'm so glad you're here with me."

You turned to her, a soft smile playing on your lips as you met her gaze. "Me too," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity.

Throughout the meal, Azzi's hand remained firmly entwined with yours, Azzi was at ease as she kept stealing glances your way, her eyes filled with adoration and affection. It was moments like these that reminded you why your bond with her was so special, why her presence in your life was irreplaceable.

Her friends could tell how absolutely whipped you both were for each other, it was obvious by the way you looked at each other.

They were all skeptical of you in the beginning, your instagram seemed too aesthetic and preppy for their taste, but as they got to know you, they realized there was much more depth to you than what your social media portrayed. You were genuine, kind-hearted, and fiercely loyal to Azzi, qualities that quickly won them over despite their initial reservations.

You brought out the laid-back, extroverted side of Azzi they rarely got to see. It was exciting to see, they loved seeing their girl happy and carefree in your presence. Your genuine affection for Azzi was evident in the way you looked at her, the way you made her laugh, and the way you supported her dreams and ambitions.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself engaged in lively conversation with Azzi's friends, sharing stories and laughter as you got to know each other better. With each passing moment, the initial skepticism faded away, replaced by genuine warmth.

And as you walked out of the restaurant next to Paige and Aubrey, the girls followed with smiles on their faces. Aaliyah pulled Azzi close as she caught her eye, a grin on her face.

"We took it up with the counsel and we approve," Aaliyah whispered as Azzi's face contorted into an amused expression.

"Bro, what do mean the counsel?" She repeated as they glanced toward the girls in front of them, who were now laughing at some joke Paige had made. "But thanks, it means a lot."

"We like her a lot," Nika chimed in, her voice filled with sincerity as she glanced back at you and Azzi walking behind them. "She's good for you, Az."

Azzi's heart swelled with affection for her friends as she wrapped an arm around Aaliyah's shoulders, pulling her into a tight side hug. "Thanks, guys. I'm really happy," she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "That means everything to me."

She was ecstatic that you fit into her life so perfectly (not like she ever doubted your people skills and your charm), and hearing her friends express their approval only confirmed what she already knew deep down: you were the one for her.

As you all walked together, surrounded by the laughter and warmth of her friends, Azzi couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her.

↳ make sure to check out my navigation or masterlist if you enjoyed! any interaction is greatly appreciated !

↳ thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

[obsessedbtch]

i want to kiss kates freckles.

laying softly on top of you trying not to put all her weight on you, was kate, an exhausted kate, she hardly could keep her eyes open, opening them abruptly when they fully closed the light coming from your computer making her eyes shut again even against her well. however, you weren’t in the same conditions as her, you were wide open, watching attentively the movie you have wanting too with kate, but with her busy schedule it was impossible to make a good plan without any interruptions, (un)fortunately tonight was the great opportunity to watch the movie, after kates long practice with the aces, you reminded her that it wasn’t a big deal if she fallen asleep but she insisted. kate looked at the screen i front of her, the laptop played the classic 10 things i hate about you, she had never watched it, but she indeed heard from it, she didn’t want to watch a movie right now, she wanted to sleep peacefully with her girl, she now laid eyes on you, chin resting on the middle of your chest, poking your left rib softly with her finger, making you take your eyes off the screen to look down to her. “what happen?” you whispered still half listening to the movie almost forgotten now that you lay eyes on your beautiful girlfriend “can we do something else?” kate muttered, she looked so pretty right now, a light red covered her cheeks and a little bit of her nose, making evidence of the exercise she was doing, hair half wet and half dry, she was to lazy to fully dry it before laying on your chest, a small pout on her lips, blue eyes that looked into yours waiting for a response, oh also those little dots that covered her cheeks, went up her nose and a little bit of her forehead, her freckles were definitely your favorite thing about her, you just couldn’t avoid kissing them every chance you have. grabbing her face gently pulling her up to be now face to face you started to kiss every brown dot that crossed your path making kate giggle, you started off with her light pink cheeks that were upturn because of her constant giggles making her eyes disappear, then you went up her nose, and finally, the little ones in her forehead. kate was satisfied, she took your attention away from the completely forgotten movie, after separating you lips from the last freckle you saw, kate looked down at you, her hands making their way under your shirt caressing the soft skin of your waist, she was waiting for her final kiss, her goodnight kiss. pulling her down again, your lips connected starting to move slowly before pulling away noticing her tired eyes, now with her goodnight kiss, kate searched a place in your neck to dose off, after finding one, she let herself sink into you.

first time writing a kiss, don’t know how to feel about it.

hope you enjoyed !

written by andrea, byeeee

[hcsiqs]

i just think azzi fudd is the prettiest human ever

that’s all

ok bye

[mayghosts]

Snow Angel Masterlist!

(Paige Bueckers x reader)

Summary: (*from 🎀anon request*) You and Paige have been best friends since highschool. At least you used to be best friends. How does an Astronomy project 180° you whole relationship? And how does your life change because of it?

Part 1: Flurries - “you spent the next month trying to fix something you didn't understand”

Part 2: Showers -

Part 3: Squalls -

Part 4: Blizzard -

Taglist: @smiths-fan--13 @ayannatv @stydiaownsmyheart

[diamond-champagne]

11. I Trust You

Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

In which walls hold secrets and whispered confessions

Warnings: None :)

a/n: thank you for loving you as much as I do!

Paige gets excited easily.

It truly doesn’t take much to get the energetic blonde filled with enthusiasm and anticipation. These feelings turn in her stomach and result in a concoction that has her bouncing from the inside out. 

So it’s no surprise that once she touches down in the airport and she sees the Fudds holding up signs to welcome her and Azzi, she smiles as bright as she can. In her heart, she knows that the brown-eyed girl in front of her is her home but Virginia is close second too.

The smile never leaves her face. Not when everyone is greeting each other with hugs in the middle of the airport. Not when they all shove into the car to get back to the house. And certainly not when she walks through the door and sees all the reminders that they consider her family.

The entire house is a reminder of what she’s unintentionally built with the curly-haired girl. Paige can see every laughing fit and hear every late night conversation echo through the walls of the house. They whisper every secret and every confession shared between the two girls. 

Secrets only they know. Secrets only they keep.

Paige thinks about that when they sit at the dinner table that night. She wonders if Azzi feels it too; the idea that home could include Paige. The older girl is deep in thought but makes it a point to nod her head when Tim calls Azzi out for not paying attention. When the two lock eyes across the table, Paige thinks she can get used to having Azzi’s eyes on her all of the time. The idea that they’ll find her in a room full of crowded people makes her giddy. Her heart soars at the feeling of having Azzi’s attention. 

Her reverie is interrupted though when Katie asks Paige a question. 

“Paige, do you trust Azzi to do that?”

The blonde isn’t sure what the context of the question is. She wasn’t listening but the answer is truthful anyway.

“I trust her with everything.”

Her own words ring in her ears. It’s like saying the words aloud makes them real. They settle a fire internally that she’s been struggling to put out. 

Trust.

She broke her heart and healed it with one word. She carries that thought with her to the shower. It’s been a long day and Paige swears she can still smell the airplane after traveling for the day.

As she stands under the spray, she thinks back to when she realized that she did indeed trust Azzi with everything. 

-

She didn’t sleep well. Not today, not yesterday, and probably not tomorrow.

The kiss that the two shared in the bathroom lives in her head. She wishes that she pressed a little harder and stayed a little longer. However, it isn’t the kiss that keeps her up at night. It’s the being close to Azzi that she misses. She misses the way Azzi looks at her and touches her.

How could she not?

Not when Azzi’s eyes seem to hold the answers for everything Paige is scared to ask. Not when her eyes seem to scream “fall for me and I’ll catch you”. Not when Azzi spent the time tracing her name on the blonde’s hip, as if she was hers.

But isn’t she? Paige thinks if she was Azzi’s she would never want to be anything else. She would never want to belong to anyone else. 

The blue-eyed girl is scared though, and it’s something that she feels deep within her. Paige doesn’t want to end up with a broken heart. It’s what keeps her from jumping out the metaphorical cliff to fall all into Azzi and everything they could be together. So Paige stands on the edge of a cliff, looking over everything she’s ever wanted for them; unable to move and not trusting herself or Azzi to do so. 

She can’t jump but maybe she can dip her toe in. Maybe she just needs a reminder that it’ll be okay. Maybe she just needs Azzi tonight and she can worry about forever tomorrow. 

So, Paige decides to see her best friend but realizes at the last minute that she can’t show up empty handed. So she orders Chipotle and then stops at the target next door to get ice cream. It’s only when the older girl is walking by the endcap to check out does she see the book and grab it before she can talk herself out of it. 

Her hands are sweaty when she knocks on the door to the curly-haired girl’s apartment. Negative thoughts plague her mind and she can feel a twister of emotion ready to rip through her. However, it’s quickly settled because the expression on her favorite face is nothing less than welcoming and longing. 

Then to make matters better, Azzi admits that she always misses Paige. The blonde can’t help but be hopeful that maybe she’ll get some sleep tonight. Azzi pulls her into the apartment and begins to sort through the various bags. It’s obvious when they land on the book.

Paige allows herself a silent victory for buying it. It’s worth Azzi’s reaction. 

The night is spent reveling in the curly-haired girl’s embrace and attention. When they lay together on the couch, the blue-eyed girl can feel hands drift up her back and she knows immediately that Azz is once again writing her name on Paige’s back.

It stirs something deep in Paige and the blonde is reminded that she can feel like this forever.

Something tells the blonde that this must be what poets feel when they write poetry. 

A feeling this great must come with great risk though so while Paige lays in Azzi’s arms on the couch, she chooses to jump.

Azzi is worth trusting.

-

Paige reminisces on that night as she finishes her shower. By the time she’s drying off, she knows that the walls will hold yet another confession.

Her heart beats out of her chest as she changes into her pajamas and starts her venture to Azzi’s room where she’ll be sleeping. The blonde is nervous but she can’t help but smile at the chance to finally have everything and not just something. 

Paige wonders if Azzi can feel her nervousness as she walks into the room. It’s quiet but comfortable, at least that’s what Paige thinks before she looks at her best friend through the mirror. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I love you.”

Paige gasps in response and then goes silent. Her mind is racing. 

Could this mean what she wants it to mean? What she needs it to mean.

“Say something.” Azzi demands. Paige supposes that she’s been quiet for a bit too long for her best friend’s comfort. She closes her eyes and breathes through her nose to mentally prepare herself before taking the final plunge. 

“I trust you.”

PREVIOUS | NEXT

[sellasstories]

I’D LET YOU

word count: 4.5k

pairing: paige bueckers x azzi fudd

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, underage drinking, underage drug use (it’s just weed), swearing

prompts:

paige and azzi make inappropriate jokes but they’re apparently not jokes

paige and azzi can’t keep anything from each other

paige and azzi do anything ?for the bit?

It was a rare off weekend for the UConn women’s basketball team, and they’d decided to have a little party. After a few too many competitive drinking games, someone had suggested some team bonding, which is how they’d ended up sitting on the floor in an attempt at a circle.

“Truth or truth, and this is for everyone. What is your type and why is it athletes?” A very drunk Christyn addressed the room at large, giggling at her own joke. The answers ranged from wholesome (Carol, understanding the demanding schedule) to obvious (Olivia, competitiveness) to dirty (Amari, stamina). The room went crazy at the last one as Amari merely shrugged with a slight smirk on her face.

Then it was Azzi’s turn, and she was determined to get a bigger reaction. “I just love other athletes’ bodies. Like come on, have you ever ridden someone’s abs?” She couldn’t hide her self-satisfied grin as everyone shrieked.

Finally, the chaos calmed down. “So moving on from that bullshit, I think it was Paige’s turn..?” There was still shock in Christyn’s voice.

Paige had a mischievous look in her eyes as she opened her mouth. “I was actually gonna say something similar. I feel like no one else appreciates how hard we’ve worked to look like this,” she paused to make direct eye contact with Azzi. “I mean, who else would ask to ride my abs?” She winked at her best friend, ignoring the gags coming from around the circle.

Christyn stepped into the middle of the circle looking distraught. “Ok, game over! This got too weird… everyone go drink more or something, I’m terrified.”

Everyone listened, breaking off into smaller groups. Paige and Azzi ended up together, as they always seemed to. Pressed against each other on the sofa, they looked entirely too close, as their friends always thought they did. “You’re such a little shit,” Azzi giggled, leaning further into Paige.

Paige punched her lightly on the arm. “You’re one to talk when you literally started it! I was just taking the opportunity you gave me,” she raised her hands in surrender.

Azzi’s voice lowered to a whisper. “You know everyone’s gonna think we fucked now, or at least that we did that, right?” And she was right. Their constant attachment and well-known need for each other had raised eyebrows even outside of the team environment. Paige was just relieved that Azzi didn’t sound too concerned about it.

“Let’s be honest, they probably already think that anyway. I say it was worth it for the bit,” the blonde shrugged good-naturedly, her smile widening as Azzi shook her head before resting it on Paige’s shoulder.

Paige couldn’t help herself. “You know what would be really funny though? What if we actually did, like as a joke?”

It was Azzi’s turn to punch her in the arm. “Paige Madison Bueckers, shut the fuck up.” Her head never moved from Paige’s shoulder, the exasperation in her voice not enough to hide the smile on her face.

Paige tried to hold back her own laughter. “I was just trying to be a good friend.” She turned her head to whisper in Azzi’s ear. “I’m sure we’d both have a lot of fun, and I know I could make it better than whatever you’re getting right n-“ She was cut off by Azzi’s hand on her cheek shoving her away.

Azzi’s eye roll was nothing short of theatrical. “Keep talking like that and I’ll have no choice but to think you’re serious. You want me so bad it makes you look dumber than you already are,” she smirked.

“You wish,” was all Paige offered as a retort. They sat in comfortable silence, Paige’s arm finding its way around Azzi’s shoulders, as it always did.

What was not typical for them was Azzi’s hand slowly coming to rest on Paige’s stomach, innocently sliding lower before stopping just above the waistband of her pants. Even though Paige was wearing an oversized t-shirt, she suddenly felt like the thin layer of cotton separating their skin might as well not have been there.

Trying to control her erratic breathing and her train of thought around why Azzi seemed to be pressing so hard, Paige knew that she had to stop whatever was going on. They had both felt the sudden shift in energy, and Paige did not want to confront the weird feeling in her stomach.

“Do you want another drink? I think I’m gonna get something else.” The loudness of Paige’s voice shattered whatever moment they’d been having and Azzi quickly moved her hand as Paige went to stand up.

“Sure, I’ll just have whatever you’re having,” the dark-haired girl answered quickly, not looking up to meet her best friend’s eyes.

Nodding slightly, Paige walked away. She’d barely taken a step into the kitchen when she collided with Aubrey, the concerningly blue drink that her teammate had been holding spilling all over her shirt.

The taller girl steadied herself with a hand on the counter. “Shit, sorry, P, I didn’t-“

“What the fuck is in this, Aubrey?” Paige cut her off. “And why is it so blue?” Her mostly white shirt had quickly taken on the hue of the mystery concoction.

“Bleed blue, baby!” Aubrey grinned, dragging out the last syllable. “For real though, I don’t even remember, but definitely a lot of food colouring at the end. Because I wanted it brighter, you know?”

Nika came over to see what the commotion was about. Seeing Paige’s ruined shirt and the mostly empty cup in Aubrey’s hand, she rolled her eyes.

“Aubrey Griffin, you can’t be doing this shit in my house.” Nika’s words were definitely angrier than her tone, but Aubrey still had the sense to look somewhat guilty under the Croatian’s hard gaze. “Clean this up or find someone sober enough to help you, because I need it gone by the time I come back,” Nika continued.

She then turned to Paige. “You, come with me to pick out something of mine to put on. There’s no reason for you to go all the way to your room to change.”

Nika shot Aubrey a final look over her shoulder as she led Paige away. “You having fun?” She asked once they were out of earshot.

Paige thought while Nika looked through her closet. “I mean, mostly? Az has been kinda weird, and obviously this-” she gestured at her wet T-shirt “-wasn’t great, but I’m always happy to be hanging out with the girls.”

Nika was laying out shirts similar to Paige’s on her bed. “Azzi’s been kinda weird? You’ve both been a bit off actually, everyone has noticed. Something going on with you two?”

Paige knew that her friend meant no harm with the question, but it was really asking a lot more than she wanted to answer. Since Azzi had stepped foot on the UConn campus, she’d brought a certain new intensity to her and Paige’s dynamic that no one else had noticed because they hadn’t known them previously.

The fact that at the whole team had picked up on it, Paige argued with herself, was largely due to Azzi ramping it up even more recently (come to think of it, since a half-remembered, tension-filled drunk exchange between them at Azzi’s birthday party), and Paige was doing very little to discourage it.

Pushing all that out of her mind, the blonde attempted a nonchalant shrug. “Nah, I think we’re both still adjusting to Azzi being here. I know it’s been months, but it’s taken a while to really sink in because it’s so different from any other time we’ve spent this much time together.”

Paige realized that she was maybe still getting too close to the truth with that train of thought. She focused her attention on the series of shirts laid out on the bed. Avoiding Nika’s unconvinced look, she grabbed a cropped tank top that she figured would still match with her outfit.

After turning away to put it on, Paige faced Nika again, holding her wet shirt awkwardly. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it,” Nika said unexpectedly. Paige raised an eyebrow in surprise. The Croatian just looked her up and down and whistled. “Something tells me you need to go talk to Azzi, maybe sort this thing out.”

Grabbing the shirt from Paige’s outstretched hand, Nika did a bad job of hiding the smirk on her face as she lightly pushed the other girl out of the room.

Paige made her way back to the kitchen, thankfully managing to get her and Azzi’s drinks without incident this time.

Stepping into the living room, she immediately noticed Azzi sprawled on the same couch that she’d been on. “Az, I got our dr-”

“Paigey!” Azzi exclaimed, cutting her off. She reached out both hands, making grabbing motions. “Come here, I missed you.” She grabbed Paige by the ribs, her hands coming to rest on the blonde’s waist.

Paige bent down to get a closer look at her friend’s face. “Hey, you good?” She asked softly, tilting Azzi’s chin up.

The dark-haired girl blinked at her. “I’m okay, just high,” she confessed, looking around. “Someone had a pen and I took a few hits- you should too, I feel so good.” She sank farther into the couch, pulling Paige down beside her.

“I think I’m fine for now,” Paige replied as she carefully placed the drink she’d gotten for Azzi out of her reach. They lapsed into silence again, Paige eventually cracking open her drink and allowing Azzi a few sips despite her earlier resolution to cut the younger girl off.

As she sipped her drink, Paige couldn’t ignore the feeling of Azzi’s eyes burning into her side, or the fact that her best friend’s hands were still in the same spot on her waist.

Azzi, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do with herself. It was absolutely crazy that Paige had decided to put on a shirt that gave her a perfect, unrestricted view of the blonde’s defined abs, especially after the conversations they’d been having. It had to have been on purpose, and Azzi didn’t see how that was even fair, especially in her current state.

But as much as she tried to make herself ignore it, she couldn’t look away, realizing way too late that her hands were still incriminatingly clinging to Paige’s waist. Really, Azzi reasoned, it would be weirder to move them now.

So Azzi’s eyes remained glued to Paige’s stomach, and Paige pretended to remain oblivious, though she wasn’t opposed to any of the attention that she was getting.

Eventually, Paige neared the end of her drink and Azzi’s eyes began to droop, the younger girl letting out a pointed yawn. “Can we go home soon?” She asked softly.

“If you want to,” Paige was was quick to respond. “You still feeling it?”

At Azzi’s nod, the older girl stood up again. “Let me go say goodbye real quick. I’ll be right back, and don’t do anything stupid this time,” she scolded playfully.

Azzi had no intention of doing anything other than trying not to fall asleep on the couch. She was still coming to terms with how good Paige looked, and she’d realized she’d much rather do that away from the room full of people that she was currently in.

A gentle hand stroking her cheek woke Azzi up, and she realized that she must not have accomplished her earlier goal. She raised her head, gazing adoringly at Paige. “Let’s get you home,” the blonde murmured. She wrapped her arms around Azzi’s biceps and pulled her to her feet.

Interlocking their hands, Paige led Azzi out the door and along the familiar path to her dorm.

Suddenly, Azzi stopped in her tracks. “Wait, I wanna sleep in your room,” she said, looking at Paige hopefully.

Paige shook her head, throwing an arm around Azzi’s shoulders. “We can sleep in my room if you want, let’s just get anywhere you can lay down.”

Azzi giggled even though Paige wasn’t trying to be funny. Truthfully, it was less about what her best friend had said and more about her sudden feeling of giddiness that was making her a lot less tired. Still, she squeezed Paige’s hand once in acknowledgment.

Once they got the Paige’s room, the blonde tried to get something from her closet for Azzi to wear, but was met with heavy resistance.

“Paige, I’m fine,” Azzi rolled her eyes as she dragged out the last syllable. She flopped onto Paige’s bed and gestured at her friend. “Come lay down, I wanna hang out.”

Giving in, Paige flopped down beside her. “I thought you were tired. That’s why we left, isn’t it?”

Azzi turned to look at her. “I was, but I’m not really now. Maybe it was all the noise or something.” She sat up suddenly, a mischievous look on her face. “Guess what I still have?”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “No idea, what?” She watched in confusion as Azzi pulled a pen from the pocket of her jeans.

“Azzi, where did you get that? I have to go give it back now,” Paige groaned.

“Not if we’re still using it,” Azzi argued. “I don’t even know whose it is,” she continued unconvincingly. “We can always give it back tomorrow, anyway. Just a few hits, please?”

Folding under the weight of Azzi’s gaze, Paige took the pen from her friend’s outstretched hand and brought it to her lips. Satisfied, Azzi laid back down.

They passed the pen back and forth a few times, not saying much as they stared at the ceiling. Finally, Paige spoke. “This is probably enough.” She got up to put the pen on a shelf out of their reach, definitely feeling its effects. “Do you wanna, like, watch a movie or something?”

Azzi shook her head. “Just wanna talk. I like… right now a lot.”

Paige wasn’t completely sure what that meant, but she crawled back onto the bed, not complaining when Azzi scooted closer and threw an arm around her neck and a leg over her hips.

Azzi buried her face in her best friend’s neck. “You smell nice,” she mumbled.

“Mmm,” Paige made a noise of acknowledgment, but as Azzi fell silent, the older girl’s mind started to drift to places she was very much trying to keep it out of. Azzi herself had said that she wanted to talk, so why wasn’t she talking?

Ordinarily, Paige would’ve been fine to start a conversation, but she was worried about what might come out of her mouth. Especially when Azzi moved her hand down to start rubbing Paige’s stomach again.

Paige’s eyes fluttered closed, the pleasant sensations doing nothing to dispel her urge to talk about what she thought she’d noticed that night.

“You know I’d let you, right?”

Once it slipped out, the confession didn’t seem all that bad in her hazy mind.

Azzi’s clouded eyes met Paige’s as the dark-haired girl propped herself up on an elbow. “You’d let me what, P? We weren’t even talking about anything,” she giggled, stopping the circles on Paige’s stomach.

Paige couldn’t hold back her laughter either, and she figured there was no harm in telling when this whole situation would probably just become another one of their funny stories.

“I meant I wasn’t really joking earlier… I’d totally let you ride my abs, if you wanted to.” Paige laughed even harder, not even believing what had just come out of her mouth.

“Oh my god, you can’t just say that when I’m laying on you like this,” Azzi pouted, dropping her head.

Paige’s voice deepened. “Are you not comfortable? Get more comfortable, then,” she challenged.

“What do you mean?” Azzi breathed, suddenly refusing to make eye contact.

Paige took a deep breath. “I think you know what I mean.” She looked pointedly to Azzi’s hand still in its place on her stomach.

Suddenly uncertain, Azzi sat up, sliding so that she was completely straddling Paige. She wasn’t sure if she’d even meant to do it, but neither of them could deny how good it felt when she ground her hips against Paige’s as she went to lay down again.

Now frozen with both hands braced against the bed on either side of Paige’s head, Azzi experimentally rolled her hips again. This time, Paige’s hands came up to grab her ass, both of them letting out unmistakable moans.

They both released shaky breaths, mouths hanging open as they stared at each other.

“Why’d you stop?” Paige asked, her eyes half closed. “Feels good,” she lifted her hips up slightly for emphasis.

Azzi groaned. It was more her own actions that had scared her, but if Paige was into it, surely it wasn’t all that bad.

Dropping down to her elbows, she started to move her hips again, Paige’s hands on her ass helping her get more friction. With her head buried in Paige’s neck, Azzi was close enough to the blonde’s mouth to hear every little sound she made, something she was very grateful for.

They got lost in the feeling of each other for a moment before Azzi remembered why they were in this situation. “I want to,” she said quietly.

“Want to what?” Paige slid her hands up to Azzi’s hips so she could sit up.

Azzi looked away from Paige’s burning gaze. “Ride your abs,” she whispered. “I wanna see how they- how you feel.” She covered her face with her hands.

Unfortunately, Paige wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily. “With all that still on?” Shamelessly dragging her eyes down Azzi’s body, the blonde put her hands behind her head and waited.

Azzi tilted her head to the side. Fuck, this was really happening. “You could’ve just asked to see me naked, you know.” Her hands moved to the button of her jeans.

Now in her underwear, Azzi toyed with the waistband of Paige’s pants. The dark-haired girl looked at her best friend questioningly.

Paige nodded slightly. “Go ahead,” she encouraged. She lifted her hips, pulling her shirt over her head as Azzi moved to pull off her pants. Sitting back on the blonde’s thighs, her hands twitched as she considered removing her panties.

Somehow, Paige knew what she was thinking about. “Just take them off, you know it’ll feel better,” the older girl grinned, hands still behind her head. Much to her delight, Azzi obeyed her, quickly discarding the offending article of clothing.

Watching Azzi hover over her stomach, Paige resisted the urge to tell her best friend how good she looked. Azzi lowered herself and Paige’s eyes flicked down to watch the movement, her breath catching slightly as she saw how wet Azzi was.

First rocking her hips tentatively, Azzi ground harder against Paige’s toned stomach with every roll of her hips. Finally daring to look her best friend in the eye, Azzi still wasn’t prepared for the intensity of Paige’s stare to have almost an identical effect on her as the feeling of her clit dragging against the blonde’s abs.

“Enjoying… the… show?” Azzi panted, biting her lip as she continued her desperate movements.

“Obviously,” replied Paige. “Feel good?” She failed to hide her cocky smirk.

“Obviously,” Azzi attempted the same cocky tone, but it came out closer to a moan. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, hands coming up to massage her tits.

Feeling hands running down her sides, Azzi opened her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she made herself stop moving as she looked down. “Did I say you could touch?”

Paige’s hands shot away like she’d been burned. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Just want to help.”

“Here’s what you can do for me,” Azzi took Paige’s hands in hers. “Either you can sit there looking pretty and watch, or-” she moved Paige’s hands to her ass, “-you can actually help.”

Feeling Paige’s grip tighten, Azzi started to move her hips again. Paige’s stomach flexed as her hands pulled Azzi down, and the younger girl moaned loudly at the added pressure on her clit.

Azzi felt her whole body start to get hot as her orgasm built. “Just like that, P,” she praised.

“You close?” Paige’s voice sounded wrecked.

“Mm-hmm,” Azzi’s hands squeezed Paige’s ribs as she chased her high. “Paige, please,” she whined desperately.

Finally, the tension in Azzi’s lower stomach released and her mouth fell open as her orgasm washed over her. Paige felt the younger girl spasm against her stomach as her hips stuttered.

Once her breathing calmed down, Azzi flopped on top of Paige unceremoniously. “You were right,” she conceded. “That was good.”

Azzi felt Paige shrug. “I had to show you what you were missing out on, especially the way you couldn’t stop staring at my abs after I put on that shirt.” Paige’s stomach tensed as she laughed, and Azzi winced at the contact against her sensitive pussy.

“So you did do that on purpose!” She gingerly climbed off of Paige and stood up. “I’m gonna go clean up.”

As soon as she turned her back, a camera flash went off and made her immediately turn back around. “What are you doing?”

Paige looked sheepish. “Taking a photo of my stomach? You know, for the memories?”

“That doesn’t even make sense and you know it,” Azzi giggled. “No one can ever see that, though, understand? Like at this point it might as well be a photo of me licking your-” she quickly cut herself off as she saw Paige’s mischievous grin. “I’m not doing that. It’s gross.”

“So you’ll put your pussy on my abs but on your tongue is gross? You’re so mean,” Paige pouted.

Rolling her eyes, Azzi crawled back onto the bed. Switching between making eye contact with Paige and the camera, she made a show of licking a long stripe up Paige’s stomach.

“There you go, you fucking freak,” she said exasperatedly.

“You’re the freak who actually did it,” Paige retorted.

Azzi happened to glance down as she stood up again and mentally kicked herself. She’d been so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she’d forgotten about taking care of Paige.

Laying down beside the blonde, Azzi cupped Paige’s face in her hands. “When were you going to tell me?” She asked softly.

“Tell you what?”

“Baby, you’re soaked. Were you going to suffer all night?” Azzi couldn’t believe how stupid her best friend was sometimes.

Paige shifted awkwardly. “I hadn’t thought about it, honestly. It’s fine, I’m fine,” she looked away.

Azzi rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time. “Let me take care of you.” Her hands ghosted over Paige’s torso.

“I don’t remember this being part of the deal,” Paige said evasively.

“So you’re saying you don’t want it?” Azzi teased. Paige opened her mouth and closed it, knowing she wasn’t winning that argument. She hoped the relative darkness of the room was hiding the redness of her cheeks.

Azzi’s hands went lower. “I thought you’d want to feel good-” she rubbed Paige through her underwear, “-but I guess I was wrong, huh?” Paige inhaled sharply, only getting used to the sensation right before Azzi pulled her hand away.

Paige almost whined. Now that she’d been made aware of how worked up she was, the ache between her legs was only getting stronger. “Need it, please,” she whispered. Azzi smiled triumphantly.

“P, just relax,” her hand slid lazily into Paige’s underwear. “I got you.”

“M’kay,” Paige closed her eyes as she let her body respond to her best friend’s touch. Azzi tried to be as gentle as possible, still not sure why Paige was acting the way that she was.

Azzi settled into the bed and closed her eyes, using Paige’s sharp intakes of breath as a guide while her fingers explored.

“So good, Az,” Paige murmured. Her eyes were still closed, so she didn’t see Azzi’s soft smile.

Deciding that she seemed relaxed enough, Azzi focused her attention on Paige’s clit. Seeing how her hips bucked against Azzi’s hand, the younger girl felt another small pang of guilt.

While Azzi’s fingers worked, Paige, her lips sealed shut, grabbed the dark-haired girl’s other arm and squeezed.

“You’re okay,” Azzi soothed. “So good for me.”

“So- fuck- close,” Paige ground out.

Soon, her hips were lifting off the bed and more expletives were falling from her lips as she came.

Azzi guided her through it, finally sliding her hand gently out of Paige’s underwear. Paige finally opened her eyes and was confused to see Azzi opening the camera on her own phone.

“What are you doing?” She asked, voice still shaking slightly.

“Taking a photo,” Azzi deadpanned, doing a peace sign for the camera. Paige reflexively copied her, not getting it until the flash made Azzi’s two outstretched fingers glisten.

“You’re nasty,” Paige said in disbelief. Azzi dissolved into laughter.

She held her hand out to Paige. “Put them in your mouth.”

“WHAT?” Paige moved her head away. “No shot I’m doing that.”

“So my fingers can touch your pussy but not your mouth? You’re mean and a hypocrite,” Azzi mocked what Paige had said earlier.

“Fine, but this is all you’re getting,” Paige relented, sticking out her tongue and pressing the tip against Azzi’s finger pads.

Grinning like a maniac, Azzi took the photo. Then, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked, making sure to capture Paige’s shocked expression in what she knew was going to be one of her favourite photos of all time.

“There is something wrong with your brain.” Paige declared. “Also send me that,” she said, immediately calling her point into question.

“You know I will,” Azzi promised. “We should clean up now, though. This is starting to actually get gross.”

Paige groaned but still swung her legs out of bed. The two girls walked to the bathroom.

“Oh my god, your hair!” Azzi giggled as they stared at their reflections. It wasn’t even just Paige’s hair. With her bitten lips and shiny eyes, she looked wrecked. Azzi, on the other hand, looked completely normal, except for her red eyes.

“This is so unfair,” Paige complained, grabbing a washcloth. Azzi just smirked.

After they’d cleaned themselves up, Paige was finally able to convince Azzi to change into comfier clothes. Cuddled up in Paige’s bed, they laid awake with the weight of things unsaid, but neither girl was brave enough to speak up.

Eventually, they both fell asleep, and if Paige got a little too excited the next morning when she saw 6 photos from Azzi, that was no one else’s business.

[uconnpazzi]

i find it so funny how people will deny that Paige isn’t a lesbian/gay. She liked this post of auntie nae about coming out and pride month. she could have liked any other post but chose to like this one 😭 like girly pop is giving us signs

[katemartinismywife]

☺︎ masterlist ☺︎

☺︎ started: 3/28/24 ☺︎ ☺︎ updated: 4/21/24 ☺︎

☺︎ senior night ☺︎ ☺︎ you're the one: mini-series ☺︎ ↳ part one ↳ part two ↳ part three ↳ final part

☺︎ for you ☺︎ ☺︎ found each other ☺︎

☺︎ baby mama: mini series ☺︎ ↳ part one ↳ part two ☺︎ big ten champs ☺︎

☺︎ just friends? ☺︎ ☺︎ communication ☺︎ ☺︎ all mine ☺︎

☺︎ falling for you...again ☺︎

☺︎ surprise - paige x azzi ☺︎ ☺︎ me and you - kk arnold ☺︎ ☺︎ just wanna be yours - kamilla cardoso ☺︎ ☺︎ i'm here - georgia amoore ☺︎ ☺︎ beach kisses - haley van lith ☺︎ ☺︎ comfort zone - juju watkins ☺︎

☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ more people coming soon!

[cosmopretty]

Can you do some Azzi smut

Better Than Him

Azzi Fudd x Fem

warnings: smut

Synopsis: Your boyfriend treats you horrible and one day you have had enough. That leads to confused confessions with your best friend Azzi who has been hopelessly in love with you since you both met.

════════════════════════════════════════

Sitting on your bed with a pout on your face you watch your boyfriends instagram story, him and some girl together at chipotle. A bad feeling swarms in your stomach, a part of you always knew that he wasn’t the one for you. Deciding to get up you slide your shoes on and grab your keys and phone before leaving your dorm, and walking down to the athletics dorm where Azzi was with a few of her friends.

The walk to the dorms helping clear your mind from your boyfriend. You knock on the door and Paige hears it running to open the door. The blonde smile down at you and gives you a side hug “What’s up tiny?” she asks you pulling you inside. You shrug your shoulders following her into the living room before dropping on the couch next to Azzi.

Azzi looks down at you and pulls your head into her lap, she furrows her brows “What’s wrong with you?” she asks running her fingers through your hair. Paige squints her eyes at yall, she knew how much Azzi liked you, she had to listen to Azzi rant about you all the time. Paige sits down in the couch next to KK and rolls her eyes “Is it your stupid boyfriend? Again?” the blonde asks you.

“Yes he’s out with some girl I’m so done with him he treats me so bad why do I even stay with him at this point” you say groaning after leaning into Azzi. She looks down at you and tries to hide her smile, happy that you finally realized “You deserve better I’ve told you this” she says her hand flinching to caress your cheek but she holds back. Paige smacks KK’s arm and nods her head towards the door so they can leave, KK catches on and stands up Paige following.

Paige smirks at Azzi “Me and KK finna head out so it’s only yall two here have fun” the blonde says walking out dragging KK with her.

The door closed behind them when the two girls leave, you sit up lifting your head from Azzi’s lap. She looks at you and bites her tongue, she has been wanting to tell you how she felt about you for months but she didn’t know how you would react. She takes a deep breath and looks at you.

“You know I see how he treats you and you deserve so much better. I mean you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and you’re so strong and caring I mean anyone would be lucky to have you. I mean- I could I really- you- your” Azzi says before you interrupt her stuttering. You grab her hand and rub your thumb over her knuckles and look at her confused “Azzi what are you trying to say?” you ask the girl who looked like she was about to pass out.

A thousand thoughts run through her head while she looks at you “I like you I mean isn’t it obvious come on” she tells you looking away from you. Azzi turns her head back to see your reaction just to find you smiling at her all ready. You wrap your warms around her hugging her “Really? I mean I always felt attracted to you but I didn’t know you felt the same way back” you admit smiling into her neck. She runs her hands up and down your back before holding your waist, you lift your head from her neck and one of her hands grab your chin pulling you into her. Her lips touch yours and you pull her in closer kissing her softly. Her hands grip your ass and she stands up walking downing the hallway lips interlocked till she gets to her room and drops you on the bed.

Azzi pulled away from your lips, kissing down your neck before she found your sweet spot beginning to suck on it lightly until she created a hickey before she continued moving down. You lift yourself off of the bed and pull your shirt off of your body. Azzi watches you in awe “You gonna let me make you feel good baby?” she asks you biting her lip staring at your body infront of her, she thought you looked like a piece of art.

You nod and she pulls your pants off with your underwear and throws it across the room “Please Az come on baby” you beg her rubbing your legs together for friction.

She trails her hands down your body and hover over your wet cunt. You nod your head at her “Don’t tease” you state. After a few seconds she starts to play with your clit earning a few moans and curses out of you.

She moves one of her fingers down and slides it into your hole, your body lifts off the bed. Azzi smiles “Your so sensitive my love” she says moving up and kissing your lips.

You moan into her mouth as her second finger moves inside of you. She stills her fingers in you giving you a moment to adjust before moving them in and out of you fast. You curse leaning your head back moaning and she immediately moves down kissing your neck once again.

“Fuck feels so good Azzi” you say urging her to go faster. She curls her fingers inside of you as you squeeze around her.

Azzi pulls away from your neck and starts kissing down your stomach leaving wet kisses all over you. Her fingers thrust in and out of you as she latches her lips onto your clit sucking slightly. You moan and grab her hand with one hand “I’m gonna cum Azzi please faster” you moan out.

She thrusts her fingers in and out of you faster than before, biting your clit. You moan loudly and she smirks into you “Come on baby cum for me now” she tells you sucking on your clit once more.

Your stomach tightens and you release all over her fingers. She thrusts her fingers in and out of you slowly fucking you through your high. You breathe heavily, your chest moving up and down as you look down at Azzi while she licks your clit. Azzi sits up and puts her two fingers in her mouth licking your juices off of them.

You smile and sit up pulling her into a kiss, you don’t mind that you can taste yourself on her lips. Azzi moans into the kiss and you crawl on top of her before flinching when someone bangs on the door. You wrap a blanket around your naked body and KK and Paige open the door a traumatized look on their faces.

“If you’re gonna fuck that loudly at least put a sock on the door damn” Paige says before slamming the door shut and running away laughing with KK.

You laugh as Azzi groans “There never going to let me live this down” she whines. You kiss her cheek “Don’t worry you got me” you say biting your lip.

One of your phones ding and Azzi grabs it before making a stank face at “It’s your boyfriend” she says rolling her eyes. You nod and call him while she stares at your confused and slightly hurt. Her answers and before he talks you say “We’re over I’m breaking up with you bye” you hand up after and throw your phone down and grab Azzi’s face pulling her into a kiss.

Send requests yall 🙏

[pbnbucks]

the team decorating azzis locker for her birthday is so mf cuteee

[a8arkives]

live, laugh, love pazzi at barclays center

[makethemhoesmad]

HOLY SHIT LIGHTBULB MOMENT

[bueckers]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ━━━ 𝐏𝐁

part two. a/n | hiii! new blog but not new to wbb or writing, i’m infact true to this! masterlist & blog introduction soon but i thought i’d get a fic out first (this is lowkey long but bare with me).

summary: in which the pleasure elicits a confession.

warning(s): smut with plot! fingering, fear of being caught, praising, pet names, scissoring, some angst at the end, angst at the end, idk paige is absolutely obsessed with you..

pairing: paige bueckers x fem reader

You hadn’t particularly expected yourself to get sexually involved with the star athlete of UConn, but it kinda just happened.

You’d met Paige Bueckers through Azzi Fudd during yours and hers junior year. Hitting it off with her and the team was no problem. You got along with everyone and it was one of the many qualities that could be admired, but Paige found a sense of comfort with you.

During the start of her recovery, she found it hard to go back to going out like she used to. But the one night she’d decided to make an appearance for the first time since tearing her ACL, she met you and it changed everything. You had morals that changed her perspective, a bright smile that lured her in, and confidence that wasn’t too cocky to be deemed unattractive. You were everything.

From hangouts with the group to study sessions and finally hanging out alone, you found yourselves entirely comfortable with one another. So much so that the team had gotten so used to seeing you together, that they asked where the other was when you were by yourself.

One night when Paige had decided to stay over at your dorm, you’d been wrapped up in a conversation about relationships and the complexity that came with them. You both had similar ideas just like you did on nearly everything. Paige not being able to really commit to anybody with her busy schedule, and you just simply not being into dating. It never went well for you. The last girl fucked up and if there was one thing you always got sick of, it was waiting for people to change.

An idea sparked your mind, and just like always, you spoke it. It was a suggestion that would possibly change your dynamic forever, but as Paige watched the words slip out of your mouth and your eyes dart between her lips and eyes; something you always did but it seemed different this time, she couldn’t say no. It felt like a bad idea. She really liked you and wasn’t sure where that would lead the two of you, but she would’ve taken any part of you she could get her hands on.

Now, a little less than a year later, it was safe to say your dynamic had changed. Completely. Paige was at the highest point in her career, her popularity only expanding just everyday. Your casual sex continued, but the more intimate you got, the more Paige found it hard to deny the feelings she felt for you. She distanced herself. You didn’t talk the way you used to and surely didn’t hangout the way you used to, because those hangouts always turned into more.

You missed Paige. You had her but you didn’t have her, and although you knew what your suggestion would bring, you still couldn’t pinpoint why she couldn’t open up to you anymore. Why she avoided conversing with you alone. It was an abrupt change from the comfortability she’d showed when everything first started, exploring each other in ways past imagination because that’s what the agreement was for. But everything changed so quickly, and Paige found more meaning in the words she whispered while reaching her high, more meaning in the flirty jokes, and more meaning in your lingering gazes. She over-analyzed everything, and it was fucking driving her crazy.

Nobody knew. You couldn’t even fix your lips to tell Azzi how you’d been hooking up with her best friend. You were sure everyone had an idea though; paige could hide a lot of things physically but the glint in her eyes when she looked at you was undeniable, and although KK and a few others had pointed it out jokingly, you two brushed it off like it was nothing.

Currently, you’d been sitting at a table with some of the team members at the bar. It had been getting late despite you only being on your second drink and not feeling a bit of it, engrossed in a conversation with Aubrey about all kinds of things. Sometimes you wished you were a lightweight.

A few minutes later, Paige slid onto the stool next to you, but you didn’t acknowledge her. You hadn’t talked to her in a little bit over a week, and finally decided that if she wanted to play the distant game, you would too. She seemed a little tipsy to you, her continuous movements you caught in the corner of your eye proving so. You could admit she looked good when she first walked in. She must’ve worn braids to practice or something because her wavy locks had been flowing over her broad shoulders, a look she knew you fell weak to.

Your attention averted at the sound of Azzi’s voice. “I’m heading out!” She announced loud enough for her friends to hear. They bid her with goodbyes as you began to gather your things, stopping at the feeling of Paige’s hand creeping up on your thigh. She turned to you, a look on your face that you could’ve mistakened for a slight pout.

“I wanna take you home,” was as all she said, and your eyebrows furrowed for a moment. You understood her words, but found it hard to comprehend as her thumb began stroking the crease dangerously close to your center.

Regaining composure, you cleared your throat. “‘S okay. I rode with Az, she can take me home,” You replied almost sharply. You didn’t question her silence over the past week, not in the mood to cause a scene; just responded like everything was normal, yet one thing you could never hide was an attitude.

As you turned to get up, content with the few words exchanged, Paige twirled your stool back around to her with her opposite hand, stopping you. “I wanna take you home,” She stated again, her voice low but firm. You knew Azzi had been stalling as she waited for you, so as you locked eyes with Paige’s piercing blue hues, you knew what you had to do. What felt right but so wrong.

Averting your gaze, you whipped your head to Azzi’s direction, immediately catching her eye and jerking your head to the side slightly to indicate that Paige would be taking care of you (in more ways than one). She gave you a knowing look, causing you to roll your eyes and spin back around to Paige. She had her suspicions, but they weren’t confirmed so it didn’t matter.

As soon as you did so, Paige easily stepped down from the barstool, grabbing your hand so she could help you down, a bigger challenge for your height. “We’re heading out too,” She stated simply, and the crew eyed your exchange, little chuckles escaping their lips. The entire group had their conspiracies about you two, simply because they’d never seen Paige act like this around any other girl.

Saying your goodbyes, you hadn’t realized Paige’s hand still interlocked with yours as she looked around the bar, seemingly antsy and ready to go as you said goodbye to her teammates. As you dragged her out, she glanced down at your hands, quick to pull them apart and cover it up by reaching to slip her lanyard out of her pocket, the ringing of the keys interrupting the silence.

You only stared at her a second longer before sighing, licking your lips as you crossed your arms. Your position didn’t falter the entire way there, and the walk from the campus bar to Paige’s dorm felt like ages.

“Is there a reason for that lil’ attitude you got?” Paige chirped, the two of you barely making it through the door as she walked in before you, her back turned as she flung her keys to the counter. You scrunched your face up as you shut the door behind you, your arms finally uncrossed.

“What are you talking about?” You asked in fake oblivion. You were aware of the sharpness in your tone when you first replied to her. Your demeanor the whole walk here even.

Paige only chuckled, turning around swiftly as she leaned against the island. “Heard it there too,” she said, pointing out the way you’d responded. “I do something?”

It was your turn to chuckle, audibly shocked that she had the nerve to even ask such a thing. “How’d you decide that tonight was the perfect night to have sex with me again after ignoring me for a week?” You ask rhetorically, a smile on your face. You wanted to punch the stupid smirk off of hers. She was too cocky for her own good, and you knew your words would only ignite that trait.

“If you wanted me sooner you could’ve hit me up, you know this,” She replied, her arms now crossed over her chest as her tongue swarmed her mouth. She was amused.

You scoffed, walking closer as you spoke which was something you tended to do when you were upset. You got in people’s faces. “That’s not the point, Paige.” You stuttered out, looking for the right words. Only Paige could make your normally nimble-minded self stutter at such a comeback.

Her eyes scanned your face. “Then what is the point, ma?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden pet name. This girl knew you in and out and she was using it to her advantage. It hurt, but you blamed yourself.

You stopped in front of her, trying not to let her looks get the best of you as you bit down on your lip. “You’ve been distant,” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze as you stared at the ground. You felt pathetic— something you’d only felt a few days out of the year. It was rare. “And I hate it.” You finally emphasized, peering up at Paige who seemed to have lost any of her previous confidence at your words.

Her lips were plump and parted as she stared at you. It was enough to know you’d noticed and that you cared, but she didn’t want to address it, she wanted to kiss you. In one swift motion, she dropped her arms to their respective places, like a default and they knew where to go: one gripping your waist like her life depended on it, and the other cupping your face like she was being handed something she was told to take care of.

Your body trembled as you softened underneath her, your lips automatically moving against hers as you used all your pent-up emotions to keep up with her. You’d forgotten all about your said attitude and the way Paige had totally dismissed the conversation, but right now, it was the last thing you cared about.

Her tongue slipped into your mouth, eliciting a whine from you at the quickness that made Paige’s knees buck. She loved to hear you. She loved any sound you made. You made her weak.

“Can never get e-fucking-nough of you,” she breathed out, the comment more to herself. It was words like these that made you question how casual your hooking up was. She got so poetic and warm in the world of sex with you, and you loved it. It didn’t matter if she was praising or belittling you because you would eat it up every damn time.

Your hands roam through the waves of her hair, finding a spot that you comfortably grip and tug, the motion causing Paige’s lips to part from yours as her head tilted back slightly. You brought your lips down to her jaw, peppering kisses down the line and to her neck as you held her by her hair, Paige smiling above you. It always started like this— a constant fight for dominance that Paige always won. It was why she’d been smiling so hard.

It didn’t take long for you to find that good spot of hers, her smile instantly becoming a face of pure satisfaction as you sucked a light hickey onto her neck within seconds. You never did that because you knew Paige would only have to cover it up, but it felt right.

As Paige’s hands hooked under your legs and hoisted you up, you yelped, following the gesture with a giggly laugh that Paige couldn’t help but crack a smile at. She missed you. “Tired of standing,” she mumbled, carrying you to her bedroom. During the short way there, your lips had found her face again, never getting enough of all of the places you could leave a wet, sensual peck.

Setting you down at the edge of the bed, Paige turned around so she could shut and lock the door. She slid her UConn sweatshirt off in the process, pivoting back to you as you sat there in all your glory, laid back on your elbows. Paige immediately got to work, pulling off your pants as she hovered over you, her bottom lip sitting snug in between her teeth.

Glancing up at her, you immediately wanted her closer as she took them off painfully slow, and as soon as she was done throwing them into a corner of her room, she didn’t have any time to fully turn her head before you were pulling her into you, kissing her eagerly for the second time that night.

Her hands roamed beneath your engulfed bodies as her mind already knew where everything was without having to look. If there was one thing she learned from having sex with you, it was your body. She knew it as if it were a topic she’d studied for hours. Her fingers glided over your clothed cunt, causing your body to squirm at the unexpected touch.

She smiled into the kiss at your reaction and the feeling of your wetness, her body falling next to you as she propped herself up with her elbow. She pushed the fabric to the side with two fingers, her lips continually moving against yours as she circled your clit. Without warning, she pushed her two middle fingers into you. You never needed much foreplay because of how wet you got so easily, but that was a gift only Paige received.

You instantly pulled away from the blonde at the feeling, your head glancing down to her moving fingers as your mouth fell agape. Paige’s hooded eyes stared at the side of your face as your head eventually settled back onto her leaned arm with a gasp. She licked her lips, looking at the way her fingers moved in and out of you so effortlessly. “Look, baby. Doin’ so good for me.” She praised, your moans sounding like music to her ears as your eyes fluttered shut.

Suddenly, she curled her fingers, eliciting a loud, pornographic moan from the depths of your throat. “I told you to look,” she stated firmly. You opened your eyes slowly but surely as Paige lifted her arm underneath you so your head was at an elevated angle to see the bottom half of your body, and you swore you would come simply at the sight and Paige’s strength that had been showcased from her holding you. “So fuckin’ pretty,” she cooed. Another praise. Paige never cursed, but when she got in bed with you, it was inevitable.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” you told her, and although your mind had been completely fucked out, you were still good at picking out the things Paige got weak about, which realistically would be everything, including when you called her baby.

Her breathing picked up, the room becoming hot. “Yeah? Can’t wait any longer?” Paige questioned, and you automatically shook your head through moans, turning to look at Paige who had her eyes locked on you. She took a snapshot of you with her eyes, a picture she would frame in the Louvre if given the chance.

“N-no. Can’t wai— fuck!” You came undone on Paige’s fingers with a loud groan as her pace quickened inside of you, your juices coating her fingers. She couldn’t revert her gaze from your glistening cunt and the way it reflected on her slender hands, getting an urge to taste you, yet she held off.

Your chest heaved as she slowed down, a noise being made as she slipped out of you. You laid back once more despite the fact that Paige’s arm must’ve fallen asleep by now, watching through half-shut eyes as her fingers came into view. She shoved them into your mouth, her lips parting as she tilted her head slightly and watched you lick your own slick.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, nearly drooling as you grabbed her hand with your own, pushing her digits further into your mouth. You indulged at your own pace, peering up at her, knowing the thrill it would give her. Your tongue slid between the two fingers, working its way to slurp everything off. Finally, Paige had enough.

She forced her fingers out of your mouth, sliding out with a pop because of how tight you’d wrapped around them. She got up and made her way around the bed, settling with her back against the headboard. You followed her there with a crawl, laying in between her slightly spread legs as you leaned into kiss her. As your lips moved, you felt the urge for more, pulling away abruptly. Catching your breath, Paige couldn’t control her own as she looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “What?” She breathed out, her hands still cupping your cheeks.

You looked down, your head moving in between her cupped hands. “Too many clothes.” You panted, prompting a smile from Paige who was quick to lift her hips up, your bottom halves crashing for a moment as she slipped her sweatpants off, throwing them off the side of the bed. You followed suit with your shirt, leaving you in a lacy, purple bra that made your tits look fucking phenomenal.

Paige leaned back against the headboard, taking in the sight as you sat up before her, teasingly running your hand up the strap of your bra while you looked down. You knew what you were doing, purple is Paige’s favorite color. Eventually, you brought both hands to the clasp in the back, finally glancing at Paige who seemed to be stuck in a daze. You smirked slightly, not tearing your eyes away from her as your tits fell from its holder, and Paige was ready to dive into you.

“C’mere.” Her voice was husk as she whispered for you to come closer, and you obeyed, crawling back to your previous position between her legs with a smirk. Thinking Paige was going to kiss you once more, you brought your lips closer to her, but she dipped her head to your collarbone, her mouth immediately getting to work as you moaned softly, bringing your hand up to play with her hair.

She began sucking, and you swore you started to feel dizzy. You glanced down at the pink-ish mark forming on your skin above the place she’d now been getting to work on, making you a bit confused in the mist of your heavy breathing before you glanced down at the spot on Paige’s neck that had now been a dark purple color. You didn’t think she’d noticed, but obliviously she had. Paige knew it wouldn’t be a good look to her friends, but she didn’t care. It was fair game and she couldn’t resist you.

She then moved down, beginning to fondle with your breasts. She massaged one with one hand, attaching her lips to the other, her tongue swarming your nipple. “Missed you so much.” You whimpered, bringing your hand around to tuck her hair behind her ear, getting a good sight of her. How pretty she looked beneath you like this was all you could think about.

A few moments later, she pulled her lips away, seemingly content with the work she’d done. She hastily pulled her boxers down afterwards, you following eagerly with your soaked panties, the same ones Paige hadn’t even bothered to pull down when fingering you. Just as the two of you tangled your legs together, your beating cunts an inch away from igniting the longing pleasure, the jingle of keys and distinct chatter interrupted the moment, making you whip your head around towards the door.

You could make out the voices of Amari and Ice, realizing they must’ve left a little bit after you and Paige. The walls were too thin for this.

Without notice, Paige pressed her bottom half into you, making you moan out. She was quick to cover your mouth before you could yourself, your eyebrows furrowing through pleasure and fear of being caught. “You know I love hearin’ you but you’re gonna have to be quiet for me, baby, okay?” she whispered, making you nod. Although the chances of being caught were high because of the unlocked door, the warmth of Paige’s clit hitting yours over and over was enough to make you forget about all of that.

You moved against her in a way Paige thought was painfully slow, a bead of sweat already forming at the top of her head as you both couldn’t tear your eyes away from where your bodies interlocked. She brought you down to her face, peppering soft kisses to your lips as you could barely build up the strength to kiss her back, all of it going into the way you moved.

Through low curses and pants, you finally mustered the strength to move your hand to Paige’s cunt, her reaction resulting in her dropping the hand previously over your mouth, her bones feeble. “Shit, keep going,” Paige murmured, her words enough to make you speed up your motions. Your hips bucked back and forth on her, whining as you tried to get as much as friction as possible.

Paige’s hands shot down to your waist, gripping them as she admired the way her fingers molded into your skin. They trailed down to your ass, her head tilting to the side a bit so she could get a good view of the way you looked from behind. She couldn’t quite fathom how you looked good in every position.

Dazed and breathless, you both felt your high bubbling within you as you continuously moved, the sound and smell of sex filling the room. “Paige, I’mmm.. fu— almost..” you could barely get any words out, but the blonde could make out what you were trying to say as she pushed her hips up further, getting any resistance she could.

“I’m right with you, fuck,” Paige dragged her words out, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to hold off a little longer, but she physically couldn’t. Her stamina was a bit better than yours overall because she was an athlete, but tonight she wasn’t holding off.

You leaned down to rest your head in the nape of Paige’s neck, the slightly new angle pushing you both over the edge. You felt intoxicated as you came undone, Paige’s center never giving the throbbing a rest as she came right with you like she’d promised. “Sh-shit.” Paige’s voice had gotten high for the first time that night. “I love you so fuckin’ much, fuck.” Paige admitted, her words rushed out. You only panted, bringing your head up to rest against her forehead as your chests heaved and you both stopped moving. Paige opened her eyes at your touch, only being able to stare into your eyes for so long— caught in a different universe as your lips hovered over hers.

Still breathless, Paige managed to wrap her arms around you and set you down next to her, your wet, sweaty body hitting her sheets. Coming down from the sacred high and finally having room to think, you’d only just then comprehended what Paige had said, knitting your eyebrows slightly from next to her. You turned your head, realizing she had managed to hoist herself up and put her clothes back on, grabbing scattered pieces of clothing in the process. Your scattered pieces of clothing.

You propped yourself up on both elbows, her comforter covering your chest. You realized that if anyone were to walk in right now, there would be no hiding the fact that you’d indeed just fucked— your mascara smudged, your hair an absolute mess. You cleared your throat, indicating you were back in the right state of mind and Paige’s body shook. Her back was turned to you, but she could already feel the tension heavy in the room.

Paige had never, not once said those three words to you. And with the way she was acting, you could tell it wasn’t one of her heat-of-the-moment sayings. She’d meant it. “Paige—“ she cut you off before you could address it.

“You should go. It’s late.” Despite her attempts to shake you off, Paige knew better than anyone that she wouldn’t get the last word with you. She might’ve been too full of herself, but you were one quick-witted individual.

You chuckled from behind her, an attempt to hide the actual hurt in your tone. “You’re serious?” you asked, although you knew she was. Your eyes were widened and you couldn’t believe she’d said such a thing before literally kicking you out.

She turned around and effortlessly tossed your clothes onto the bed, the garments landing right in front of you. She didn’t have to say anything. You could fucking feel it. You didn’t have the energy to put up a fight or an argument because it simply did not seem like she cared enough for it. Her words would only hurt you more. You’d known and learned this girl through and through and you would’ve never thought she’d do such a thing. You normally stayed the night, took a shower together, or even just stayed in each other’s warmth until having to tend to something. But tonight, she’d dropped a bomb and resulted in acting like an asshole.

You had a slight frown on your face as you hastily gathered your things, your clothes sloppily thrown on your body like you were sneaking out from a one-night-stand. You tucked your hair behind your ears as you put your shoes on, ignoring the unreadable expression on Paige’s face as her eyes shot daggers into you. Why weren’t you saying anything back? Why weren’t you shouting the most cruel things in her face? She felt like she’d deserved some backlash for what she just did, yet you seemed more hurt and eager to get out of her room than angry.

Without a second glance at the blonde, you rushed out of the room, nearly slamming the door behind you which elicited a slight jump from Paige. Waltzing across the living room, you almost didn’t catch the widened eyes of Amari and Ice in the kitchen. You didn’t care that their speculations had been confirmed, because it was shut down now. Despite being the only girl Paige had been fucking for months on end, she treated you like just another fling tonight, and you were hurt. You were hurt because you loved her too and she didn’t care enough to say it again.