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Magnetic pull

Chapter 1: Az, this about more than basketball

Chapter 2: there has only been one girl for a long damn time ⭐️

Chapter 3: I am talking to you as the girl who loves you more than anyone in this world, your best friend.

Chapter 4: So you talk for her? Paige smiled, about this I do.

Chapter 5: like she was on the tallest roller coaster plummeting to the bottom, her stomach just completely dropped

Chapter 5.5 : you are standing way too close, so back the fuck up

Chapter 6: She is my best friend, she is my girlfriend, and she is my teammate

Chapter 7: I think you might actually be the love of my whole life

Chapter 8: it’s like my face involuntarily just smiles when my eyes land on you. My face fucking hurts from smiling all day ⭐️

Chapter 9: You have so much in your life, baby. You will see.. And on the really hard days when you can't see it.. I will be there.. Always. ⭐️

Chapter 10: I’m convinced you were made just for me

Chapter 11: you keep my feet planted

Chapter 12: thank you for being so crazy about me

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14: for always

Chapter 15

Mini chapter

This isn’t a love story ⭐️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Epilogue

One shots (always Pazzi)

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So the world knows: posted on @azzifuddfanpage

I love your clingy ass

Love and basketball, but better than the movie.

Ready to do the damn thing ⭐️

We gon ride till the wheels fall off ⭐️

Part II

Big East Championship 2025

How hearts love and grow: part I ⭐️

Part II

Part III

Elite 8

Paige kisses Azzi again, more solidly this time but still chaste. Azzi breaks the kiss, not because she wants to but because her smile has stretched too wide to keep kissing her girlfriend.

“What time is it?” Azzi asks. Her voice is heartbreakingly soft. Paige could drown in it.

“No idea. We got time, though. Don’t got anywhere to be today,” Paige murmurs. Azzi nods, satisfied with the answer, and then shifts so that she’s straddling Paige’s hips. Her knees press into the sheets of Paige’s bed as she leans down, pressing barely-there kisses to Paige’s jaw. Paige lets out a sigh and tilts her head back to give the shorter girl more room to work. Azzi laces one hand with Paige’s in thanks as she nibbles on the shell of Paige’s ear. Paige breathes out heavily.

Azzi keeps making her way across Paige’s skin. Her plush lips brush across her girlfriend’s neck gently first before her kisses turn rougher, sucking lightly at the blonde’s pulse point.

“Shit. Feels so good, Az,” Paige praises. Azzi smiles into Paige’s skin and sucks a new mark into the hinge of her jaw. Paige can feel herself getting wet. She knows that by now there must be a dark patch on her gray boxers, just from Azzi’s mouth on her throat. Paige whimpers involuntarily and bucks her hips up, desperate for a little bit of friction.

It makes Azzi moan but doesn’t distract her from her mission to mark up Paige’s skin as much as possible. She’s moved on to dragging her tongue in lines up Paige’s neck. It leaves both of them wet with saliva and more than a little bit turned on.

“So pretty,” Azzi murmurs when she finally pulls back to admire her handiwork. Paige’s neck gleams in the dim light of her bedroom, fresh hickeys dotted around Paige’s jawline and collarbones. Paige’s eyes flutter shut just long enough for Azzi to lean towards the nightstand at the side of Paige’s bed and grab her phone. Her movement stirs Paige from her Azzi-induced haze, and she drags her eyelids open.

Azzi raises her phone and swipes into the camera app, looking for Paige’s nod of approval before taking the picture. The flash lights the room, reflecting off the spit drying on Paige’s neck and catching her blue eyes. Azzi bites her lip and takes another, changing the angle of her phone just slightly. Paige squirms under Azzi’s weight, her pupils blown out even with the light from the camera. Then Azzi giggles, switches her camera to 0.5x, and brings the phone closer to Paige’s face.

Paige scrunches her eyebrows together, pouting as Azzi takes the picture.

“I’m gonna send that to the group chat,” Azzi teases. Paige’s face reddens.

“You can’t! They already think we’re gross,” Paige argues. Azzi grins and turns the phone around to show Paige the picture. The older girl laughs despite herself as she looks at the silly picture. The light from the flash only makes the bruises on her skin look darker, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find it ridiculously hot.

“Fuck,” Paige mumbles, eyes still tracing over the marks, the way her skin glistens, the already fucked-out look in her eyes. Azzi hadn’t even touched her yet, and she looked like they’d been at it for hours. Azzi set her phone back on the nightstand, her hips shifting on Paige’s as she moved. Paige threw her head back into the pillow, her hands grabbing at Azzi’s hips and pulling her down against herself more solidly.

Azzi’s eyes flutter, dark lashes casting shadows against her cheeks. She leans down and kisses Paige, licking into her open mouth. Paige feels helpless like this under Azzi. The younger girl’s tongue moves slowly, and their lips drag against each other messily. Paige is already panting when Azzi takes Paige’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugs gently. It pulls a moan from deep within her chest.

Paige moves her hands from Azzi’s hips so that one comes to rest on her ass, squeezing roughly, and the other one slides into Azzi’s curls at the base of her neck. She tugs on her hair gently, knowing it’ll get Azzi even more bothered than she already is, hoping to hurry things along a little bit as Azzi continues to intertwine their tongues.

Azzi whines just like Paige expected, a string of spit trailing between their open mouths. Paige has had enough.

“Gotta fuck you, ‘kay baby?” Azzi nods quickly, her curls bouncing with the action. Paige changes their position smoothly, sliding herself up to rest against the headboard and dragging Azzi back to sit between her legs so her back is against Paige’s chest. “Can I take these off?” Paige asks softly, pulling at the waistband of the shorts Azzi is wearing. Azzi nods again, but it’s not enough for Paige.

“Words, honey,” she prompts.

“Yes, yes, take them off.” Paige smiles and places a gentle kiss on Azzi’s bare shoulder as she tugs the shorts off. Her hand then trails down to rest on the black cotton of Azzi’s panties, her fingertips dragging over the wet patch on the fabric.

“You already this wet for me, Az? Haven’t even touched you. You got yourself this worked up just from kissin’ me, baby?” Paige teases. Azzi presses her head back into Paige’s collarbone and lets out a groan.

“Yeah,” she breathes. Paige feels giddy.

“Poor baby. You just want it so bad, don’t you? Couldn’t help it but get so turned on,” she mocks. Azzi’s cheeks warm, and she’s grateful that Paige can’t see her face in this position because she’s sure it would just lead to more teasing. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Gonna make you feel so good,” Paige coos. Azzi nods and presses her hips towards Paige’s hand. Paige wraps her other arm around Azzi’s torso, holding her firmly in place. Azzi whines, feeling far more desperate than she should.

“Shh… It’s okay, honey. I’m gonna make it feel better,” Paige comforts as her fingers dip under the waistband of Azzi’s panties. She drags a few lazy circles around Azzi’s clit first, pulling a high pitched whine from the younger girl. Then she trails her fingers down through her folds.

“Fuck. So wet. She’s fucking soaked for me. Wants it so bad, right baby?” It’s all Azzi can do to nod and beg for more. Paige obliges. She’s not in the mood to tease today.

Paige slips one finger into Azzi’s dripping cunt easily and begins to thrust in and out. Azzi arches her back a little, trying to get closer, but Paige just tightens her arm around her stomach.

It only takes a few minutes before Azzi is begging Paige for another finger, and then the blonde is sliding in another one next to the first. She doesn’t give Azzi any time to adjust to the stretch that comes with the added girth before she continues slipping her fingers in and out. Azzi moans louder this time, and Paige shushes her.

“Shh, baby. Allie and Jana might be home. Don’t want them to hear how good you’re takin’ me, do you?” Azzi shakes her head but the thought of being caught makes her pussy clench around Paige’s fingers. Paige smirks but doesn’t comment.

Instead she brings her thumb to Azzi’s clit, drawing tight circles around the puffy bud. Azzi tries and fails to hold back her whimper. That’s when Paige’s hand that had been resting against Azzi’s stomach moves up to rest against Azzi’s throat. Azzi’s eyes roll back in her head with just the warm presence of Paige’s skin.

Azzi manages to get her noises under control somehow so that the only sound in the room is Paige’s fingers sliding in and out of Azzi’s cunt. Her slick is dripping onto the sheets, down Paige’s hand, down her thighs. It’s messy and usually Azzi would care, but Paige is fucking her so steady and solid that she’s not even thinking about it.

“Close, Paige- please,” Azzi begs. She’s panting, her abs taut as the tension deep in her stomach gets hotter.

“I gotchu, honey. Just let go for me. You got it,” Paige urges. And really, Azzi is so, so close, but she just can’t quite get herself there. She whines in frustration, arching her back in an attempt to get more. Paige doesn’t change her pace, doesn’t change the force, doesn’t rush the circles she’s still making around Azzi’s clit. Instead, she takes the hand that has been a comforting presence on Azzi’s neck and squeezes.

That’s all it takes for Azzi to start shaking uncontrollably, back arching and hips bucking as she comes all over Paige’s hand. Paige fucks her through it, murmuring praises into her ear as Azzi moans.

“Good girl. So good for me Az, cumming so pretty like that. My beautiful good girl.” Azzi melts back into her girlfriend’s embrace. Paige’s hand is dragging up and down the brunette’s arm, the other one petting her thigh soothingly. Azzi feels boneless as she lays there in Paige’s arms.

“You still with me, baby?” Paige asks. Azzi hums and nods, eyes still closed and a smile on her face. It’s then that Azzi thinks about just how wet- how desperate- Paige must be. She turns herself around in Paige’s grasp, although her legs shake a little bit from the effort as she does.

“Let me help you,” she prompts. Paige looks confused for a moment before she seems to realize what her girlfriend means. She lets Azzi flip them so Paige is on top, straddling Azzi’s thighs in a position similar to the one they had started in. Paige pauses when Azzi’s hand moves down to drag her boxers off.

“Can I-” She can’t quite get the words out, but Azzi nods, encouraging her.

“What do you want, P? Fingers? Mouth? We can do whatever you want, baby,” Azzi coos. Paige’s tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Wanna ride your thigh,” she says. Azzi smiles.

“Go ahead, baby. Wanna use my body to get yourself off, huh?” Paige groans and quickly throws her boxers off to a corner of the room. She situates herself so she’s hovering over one of Azzi’s thighs, thick and muscled and tan against the purple sheets. Some of Paige’s slick drips down onto Azzi’s thigh. She lets out a heavy breath and lowers herself down.

Azzi’s skin is soaked with Paige’s arousal before the blonde has even begun to move. Once she does start to drag herself back and forth, they’re both a slippery mess. It doesn’t take long for Paige’s eyes to roll back in her head, her back to arch, and her movements to be jerky as she works herself against Azzi’s leg.

“Fuck. So good- feel so good- shit Az,” Paige rambles. Azzi grips Paige’s hips and helps her move herself back and forth, grinding her clit into her skin roughly. Paige is moaning in no time, completely forgetting the need to be quiet. Azzi doesn’t have the heart to shush her.

Paige doesn’t even have time to warn Azzi before she’s crying out and cumming, still dragging her clit along Azzi’s skin. Then it’s Azzi’s turn to soothe the blonde. She pulls her off of her thigh and settles her on the bed next to her, pressing soft kisses into her hair.

In true Paige fashion, she’s yapping again before she’s even fully aware.

“We’re gonna take another nap now, right? I feel like we deserve another nap,” she says. Azzi giggles.

“Well, we should definitely clean up first,” she tells the blonde. Paige groans dramatically, sprawling her entire body over her girlfriends.

“Noooo,” she whines. Azzi tries her best to crawl out from under Paige, but she’s unsuccessful.

“Paige, you gotta let me up!” She argues. Paige pouts.

“You can’t leave yet,” she says pathetically. Azzi smiles. Her entire chest feels warm.

“Not gonna leave. I just want to get something to clean us up,” she bargains. Eventually, she convinces Paige to let her grab a cloth so she can wipe them both off. Once they’re clean, Paige drags Azzi right back into bed.

“Nap time,” she declares. Azzi doesn’t even try to protest. She’s already snuggling into Paige’s side, eyes closed as the warmth of her girlfriend’s skin lures her into sleep once again.

“Love you,” she mumbles.