pairing | azzi fudd x black!reader
genre | fluff, comfort, game day, smut
warning | smut, toys involved, lots of dialogue
a/n | this was based on azzi’s obsession with cottage cheese lolz. hope you guys enjoy!
you knew better than to text azzi immediately after a loss.
not because she didn’t want to hear from you.
you knew her well enough to know that sometimes she needed a little time before she was ready to talk about what happened.
especially after a game she wasn’t happy with.
and tonight had definitely been one of those games.
dallas had lost to indiana, so you already knew what kind of mood azzi was going to be in when she got home.
you’d watched the game from home, sitting on the edge of the couch for most of the fourth quarter.
you’d tried not to stare at the clock, tried not to check your phone every thirty seconds, tried not to let yourself worry, but you knew her.
you knew how much game days mattered to her.
especially the ones that didn’t go the way she’d wanted.
so instead of sending her the usual:
the response came almost twenty minutes later.
you stared at the message.
you: i’ll see you when you get home, my love.
then looked toward the kitchen.
the counter was covered with cottage cheese everywhere.
a bowl of it sat beside a blender, another bowl was cooling in the refrigerator.
there were strawberries on the counter, blueberries beside them, a few ingredients you’d used for a sweet treat, and a container you’d labeled with a piece of tape that simply said:
you’d been experimenting for the last hour.
mostly because you knew one thing about azzi with absolute certainty.
she loved cottage cheese.
and if there was one thing you could do tonight, it was make sure she came home to something she actually wanted to eat.
you looked at the mess you’d created.
“she better appreciate this.”
you heard the front door unlock which made you immediately look up from the couch.
the door opened which showed a tired azzi.
you wrapped your arms around her, squeezing her for a moment.
“rough one?” you asked quietly.
she nodded against your shoulder.
you rubbed her back once before letting go.
“you don’t have to say it’s okay everytime.”
“you don’t have to talk about it either.”
azzi looked toward the kitchen then back at you.
you immediately stepped slightly in front of her.
“that’s definitely a lie.”
“why are you standing in front of it?”
you laughed under your breath.
“go shower and get comfortable.”
“it’s the only one you’re getting.”
she narrowed her eyes towards the bucket of cottage cheese.
“you’re being very suspicious.”
“yes, you definitely are.”
azzi shook her head, but there was the smallest smile on her face now.
you waited until you heard the bathroom door close before turning back toward the kitchen.
you had approximately thirty minutes to make sure everything looked presentable.
the problem was that you’d somehow managed to make your kitchen look like a cottage cheese factory.
you’d made a little bowl of fruit and cottage cheese, a sweet whipped mixture with strawberries, a small dessert you’d been experimenting with, and a couple of savory things because you figured azzi might not want everything sweet.
none of it looked perfect.
one of the bowls was slightly too full, one of the desserts had clearly been scooped into the container with absolutely no concern for presentation, but you’d made it all yourself.
and that counted for something.
you arranged everything on the counter.
you grabbed your phone and took a picture.
after taking the picture you heard footsteps.
azzi walked into the kitchen wearing a hoodie with some sweatpants hanging low, her hair still slightly damp.
she stopped, looked at the counter, then looked at you.
she glanced at everything.
“you’re asking too many questions.”
“i need to know what i’m eating.”
you immediately watched her face.
azzi giggled as she grabbed the other treat.
“why are you so excited?”
“because i spent forever making this.”
“you literally made me a tasting menu.”
“it’s not a tasting menu.”
“what do you want me to say?”
“i don’t know. maybe something more enthusiastic?”
“it’s really delicious, babe.”
you watched her take another bite.
and for the first time since she’d walked through the door, she looked a little more relaxed.
you leaned against the counter.
“you want to know something?”
“guess what all of it has in it.”
she looked down at the food.
she looked at you suspiciously.
azzi’s face changed immediately.
she looked at the different dishes again.
“you made all of these with cottage cheese?”
she picked up another spoon.
“you actually made this work.”
“these are actually so good.”
she pointed toward the spread.
“you made all this just because of my love for cottage cheese, huh?”
“i just thought… you should come home to something nice.”
she picked up one of the little containers.
“can i take this with me?”
“you can take all of it.”
she carefully picked up the containers.
then looked at you again.
azzi stepped around the counter and pulled you into another hug.
you laughed softly, hugging her back.
she squeezed a little tighter.
after a moment, she finally pulled away.
she looked toward the food again.
“what else did you make?”
“you want to try everything?”
azzi grabbed another spoon.
you watched her sit down at the counter, already reaching for the next thing.
“so, which one’s your favorite?”
she looked at the spread.
“i don’t think any of these compare to you.”
you giggled as you furrowed your brows.
“let me show you how thankful i am.”
azzi stepped around the counter and pulled you into another hug.
you laughed softly, hugging her back.
she squeezed a little tighter.
after a moment, she finally pulled away.
she looked toward the food again.
“what else did you make?”
“you want to try everything?”
azzi grabbed another spoon.
you watched her sit down at the counter, already reaching for the next thing.
“so, which one’s your favorite?”
she looked at the spread.
“i don’t think any of these compare to you.”
you giggled as you furrowed your brows.
“let me show you how thankful i am.”
azzi closed the distance fast, her mouth finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss. her hands slid down your sides, gripping your waist before moving up to cup your tits through your shirt.
she squeezed, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they stiffened under her touch.
you moaned into her mouth, hips shifting on the stool. “thank you… for the treats,” she murmured against your lips, voice low and rough.
her fingers slipped under your shirt, pushing it up until your tits were bare.
she leaned down, tongue flicking over one nipple before sucking it into her mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. she switched to the other, sucking harder while her hand kneaded the first, rolling the wet nipple between her fingers.
you moaned again, louder this time, head tipping back as her mouth worked over your chest.
she kissed lower, teeth nipping at your stomach before she pulled away and stood up straight “stay right there,” she ordered, already walking toward the bedroom.
she came back with the strap-on already in her hand, harness dangling from her fingers.
you watched her step into it, tightening the straps around her hips until the thick silicone cock jutted out in front of her. she stroked it once, eyes locked on yours.
“you love this, don’t you?” she asked, stepping between your spread legs. “love when i fuck you with it.”
you nodded, breath shaky.
“i love it,” you whispered.
she smirked, reaching down to tug your shorts and panties off in one motion. her fingers slid through your folds, spreading the wetness she found there.
“already soaked for me. good girl.”
she rubbed the head of the strap against your clit, slow circles that made your hips jerk. she did it again, pressing harder, teasing your entrance without pushing in.
“azzi, please,” you breathed.
“please what?” she asked, still rubbing the tip up and down your slit.
she lined up and pushed in slow, inch by inch, watching your face the whole time. once she was buried deep she stayed still, letting you adjust around the stretch.
“breathe for me,” she said, voice calm and steady. “that’s it. take it all.”
she started moving, long, deep strokes that dragged the strap almost all the way out before sliding back in. her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place while she fucked you.
“look at you,” she murmured. “so pretty when you’re full. you feel that? every time i push in you get tighter around me.”
your moans filled the kitchen, mixing with the wet sound of her thrusting. she leaned in, mouth at your ear.
“you’re doing so good for me. taking every inch like you were made for it.”
her pace picked up, hips snapping harder. one hand slid between you to rub your clit in tight circles while she fucked you.
“i want you to cum for me,” she said, voice firmer now. “right on my cock. let me feel it.”
you clenched around her, thighs shaking as the pressure built fast.
“that’s it. cum for me. now.”
your orgasm hit hard, body jerking as you cried out. azzi kept thrusting through it, slowing only when your moans turned into whimpers.
she stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavy.
“good girl,” she whispered, kissing you soft and slow. “so fucking good for me.”
