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⪼ Almost Something (Pazzi - FINISHED)

⪼ Grazing Your Gravity (Pazzi - in progress)

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uconn/wings

→ pazzi

⪼ Three Strikes, We're Out

⪼ Unspoken Truth

⪼ Hesitations

⪼ Connected: Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3

⪼ Heart of Haste: Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5 & Part 3

⪼ Always You (SMUT)

⪼ Within Our Lines: Part 1 & Part 2

⪼ Behind the Visor (SMUT)

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→ juju watkins

⪼ Want You Wanting Me

⪼ Soft Starts

⪼ TikTok Trends w/ JuJu

Don't Play About You (listen and say something nice)

Current or Forever (current girlfriend)

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reqs always open!! i reserve the right to not write for specific people/prompts (:

Azzi has always been what others would call an adrenaline junkie. 

This term wasn’t necessarily inaccurate, but Azzi didn’t love it. It made her sound reckless or impulsive. The term sounded like she was throwing herself into dangerous situations for a cheap thrill, but it wasn’t that at all. Really, it was the anticipation. The second before something would happen, when her pulse surged against her ribs and every nerve woke at once, pulsing under her skin. The way her lungs tightened with a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, her awareness seeming to sharpen into focus at once knowing that something could go wrong, even if nothing ever did.

Standing on the edge of control was intoxicating.

If that made the term adrenaline junkie fit, Azzi was undoubtedly an adrenaline junkie.

The edge of control was a place that Azzi limited herself to. She wasn’t interested in getting hurt. She wanted to believe she was safe while toeing that line with the possibilities that lingered in her mind. The possibilities were a mere stutter in her thought process, and yet it was all so addicting. She never bothered to explain this feeling; most people wouldn’t understand.

Then she met Paige Bueckers.

Inviting Paige into her life was like willingly letting a permanent adrenaline surge surround Azzi. Everything about the older woman carried the edge of safety that settled somewhere beneath Azzi’s ribs. The feeling refused to leave and yet was never loud or attention seeking, merely there. The hint of danger was never announced, but Azzi always noticed it. Somehow, this made the appeal infinitely more compelling. Paige was exciting in every sense of the word. 

Ironically, it all started with an evening of mindless scrolling on social media. She had been looking for new places to take her own bike out for some newer scenery. Somewhere between hills and mountain views across the DMV area, the algorithm had approached her with a motorcycle rider hidden behind a tinted visor. 

The thirst trap was nothing at first, at least nothing Azzi hadn’t seen before. It really was nothing, until suddenly it was a lot more than that. The woman never spoke–she hadn’t needed to. Her videos all followed a similar rhythm. The camera caught the relaxed posture of a woman who was far more attractive than necessary given the limited visibility. Gloved hands visible on the edge of each frame as the woman sat poised on the seat, wearing a similar style of ribbed tank tops in each video. The tank top style always clung to broad shoulders, leaving defined arms visible with veins tracing down the arms back into the gloved hands. The familiar hum of the bike filled the audio as the wind blew past in the background of whatever sultry song she had selected.

The videos never strayed too far from this format, yet Azzi watched them all. Every single video.  She was obsessed. It was simple but attractive in a way that it had no right to be. While Azzi knew that the mystery was a large part of the appeal, she couldn’t help but feel bad for the people who never knew the Paige that existed behind the tinted visor. The reality of her was far better than the videos could even tease at.

Paige was all sharp angles, stoicism, and an apparent coldness that lingered in blue eyes that always seemed to target Azzi’s core. It hadn’t taken long for Azzi to realize that Paige wasn’t as cold as she appeared. She was thoughtful. Every word carefully considered and mentally weighed before breaking through the jaw flex that was holding them back.

Azzi did feel bad that people would never see this side of Paige, but at the same time she couldn’t help but thank whatever higher power existed that Paige never showed herself on TikTok in this way. The comments of thirsting lesbians were already insufferable with the mention of the veiny hands and muscles that always seemed to show just right. If Paige gave away any more, she couldn’t even imagine how much worse they would be.

After meeting, the two quickly found themselves in each others’ orbits. They were always by each other’s side and most often would be seen with Paige riding the bike, Azzi loosely holding on. It was visible to anyone who saw them that they were obsessed with each other. Entirely drunk on the other in a way that was dangerous and wholly encompassing. Their relationship was never casual.

Tonight had just been another night of the two tightly wound up in each other and the orbit they had so carefully curated. 

Azzi sat on the back of the older woman’s bike. Her lace edge biker shorts sat on either side of Paige as her own black tank top exposed much of her chest, which had been pressed into Paige’s back. An old leather jacket of Paige’s rested loosely on her shoulders, barely hanging on. Paige’s attire was her usual, the slightly baggy darker joggers worn from use with her own black ribbed tank top that was tightly settled on her.

The two had always been willing to try stupid shit that could be described as very little other than dangerous, but when Paige got off the freeway and found some old country roads, Azzi couldn’t help the knowing smirk that grew. 

The familiar hum of adrenaline began buzzing under her skin.

Her hands had begun by resting loosely on Paige’s waist. It hadn’t taken very long for her to let her fingers dip just a bit lower, settling on the inch of space that was all skin between the tank top and pants. Paige slowed the pace of the bike just slightly as the roads cleared out, giving way to fields and gravel paths. Her slowed pace allows her to reach one hand back to settle on the exposed skin of Azzi’s thigh. The roughness of the worn leather glove immediately warms the exposed skin that had been at the mercy of the cool night time air. 

Azzi sighs low and quiet, hoping the wind is enough to drown out the sound so that the bluetooth microphone hadn’t picked up the sound carrying into Paige’s headset in the helmet.

At the small movement on her thigh, Azzi reads the gesture for what it is and begins tracing her fingers under the tank top. Her hands were cold against Paige’s stomach, which was pulling taught at the difference in temperature. Azzi almost swears she can hear the blonde’s breath hitch. The wind had never sounded as pretty as Paige had.

The younger woman runs her hands along the overly heated skin, brushing up along the toned muscle until she reaches the band of the sports bra that the older woman had always worn. Paige’s hand squeezes lightly at Azzi’s thigh, a silent move of consent in a language that only the two could understand. 

Azzi grins underneath the helmet before putting her fingers underneath the band and pulling it slightly until Paige’s boobs were free under the tank top. With a free hand, Azzi slowly traces one nail around her nipple, hardening at the sensation. Another breathy sound comes through the headset, and she sounds too good for Azzi to ignore.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty baby, you know that?” Azzi leans forward, settling her helmet on the side of Paige’s shoulder, knowing Paige would feel the closeness.

Her hand stops the movement and only a little whine can be heard before Azzi is grabbing at the swell of her breasts harshly.

“These tits ‘re mine, huh? All for me? No one else gets to see you like this,” Azzi’s grip is harsh and unforgiving. 

She flexes her hand and returns to her previous task, never letting Paige settle for too long. Her eyes watch as Paige grips tightly at the handle bar, her hand flexing against it. 

Azzi smirks at the action, but quickly tuts loud enough for the audio to carry into Paige’s headset. She pulls her hand back, letting the whine burn its way up the blonde's throat until it forces its way through.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you know how to use your words,” she punctuates the statement with her fingers on Paige’s already sore nipples, using her free hand to drag her nails down the definition of her stomach.

“No one else, just you, Az.” Paige’s head tilts back and she is entirely too aware of the open streets, thankful that no one is around to see how pathetic she is. Thankful that only Azzi and the moon were to witness her falling apart having her tits played with.

Azzi’s hand loosens lightly on the nipple but drags on the skin around it, letting it pebble over as air gets through the openings in her shirt. All the while her wandering hand pushes downwards, reaching the band of the joggers that settled low on her hips. 

One hand settled on her waist with nails digging into the jutted hipbones. Azzi loved to feel every part of Paige, but there was something about the hip bones that made her so weak.

“You’re so pretty,” Azzi’s voice is gravelly and entirely too wrecked into the headset, the sharp intake of Paige’s breath  enough of a sign for her to move her hand downward into the pants of the older woman. 

She settles on the outside of the boxers she had helped Paige pick out earlier in the day. Her finger settles where her clit should be, a noticeable wet patch amplifying the ache in Azzi’s own core.

“Azzi, baby, can we please pull over? Need you,” she whines out, leaning further back into Azzi, who was glad they were on a desolate country road. 

Paige hardly had her eyes on the road and was quickly molding into Azzi’s front. The muscles lining her back press into Azzi’s chest and once again she is dipping a finger down to trail along Paige’s slit, the pool of warmth seeping through her underwear and onto Azzi’s hand. Fuck, she was so wet.

Azzi loved feeling the girl trembling under her touch, slightly wound too tight but far too committed to Azzi’s safety to allow anything to get to her too badly. Paige’s hand vibrating from its place on her thigh. Skin warm under the touch and every bump seemed to encourage her core to tighten just a bit more, Azzi felt it all. The feeling of Paige underneath her, so pliable and wholly in her control was intoxicating.

“No, baby, not yet,” Azzi’s voice was thick with the power and smirk etched onto her mouth. Her tone slow and slightly cold at the brattiness Paige had begun to let out.

Azzi’s hand pressed firmly into Paige’s core and her fingers pushed into the fabric, making slow circles where her clit was. It was as if a wire was buzzing underneath Azzi’s skin with the power she felt. Her blood rushed through her and everything felt so thick and hot. Her previously cool skin was far too warm as she pressed into Paige’s back. The gravel road offered enough vibration that she felt every point of contact. 

Her eyes were glazed over, but she couldn’t help noticing how Paige was still in control of the motorcycle despite what Azzi was doing to her. A part of what worked for Azzi was this bike. The idea that people would see Paige on this very bike. The same bike that Paige rode in every video would hold memories of her at Azzi’s mercy. Her own moan broke through at the thought accompanied by the pulsing heat under Paige’s boxers which were becoming too tight and too sticky with need.

Once again raising her hand lightly, she let her fingers dip into the boxers before making direct contact with where Paige wanted her most. The contact was sudden and sharp and Azzi barely had time to process a hand gripping at her thigh as Paige wavered slightly on the bike before returning to her previous rhythm.

“Such a pretty pussy, huh? Get so wet for me,” Azzi pauses with a heady sigh into the microphone as her fingers slide through Paige’s folds, collecting slick before returning to the maddening circles on her clit. “Can hardly even contain yourself either. You just about took us out, feels too good.”

Azzi’s voice was slow and sultry, her words each matched with hands grabbing at her tits or pressing into her core. This was always their game. Azzi needed to have Paige on the verge of crying before she would be satisfied. The biggest adrenaline rush came from the loss of control and edge of danger.

“Azzi, baby, you’re killing me,” Paige’s hips instinctively roll forward again as the bike wobbles lightly, Azzi trailing down towards Paige’s entrance before running her fingers back up to the clit. It was not enough for Paige and she knew as much.

Azzi leans forward as her fingers pick up the pace, rolling the nipple in between her fingers, tightly pressing into the skin as more slick pours out of Paige. The drag of her fingers was far smoother than it had been moments ago.

Leaning into Paige’s shoulder more with their helmets pressed into the sides of each other, Azzi pulls her hands, in turn pulling Paige further into her space. She lets one finger trail down to Paige’s entrance before slipping in, only letting Paige sigh quickly before slowing all her movement. Hands still both in and on Paige.

“‘S it not enough? You’re starting to sound greedy, baby,” Azzi presses her teeth to the inside of her lips, sighing as if she wasn’t causing Paige to reach ruin. As if her hand wasn’t stilled inside the girl who was single-handedly responsible for keeping them alive.

“No, please,” Paige’s voice came out even whinier, her hand that was settled on the handle bar shifted slightly causing them to jolt forward in a sudden increase of speed. Azzi didn’t worry, in fact she did nothing but moan into Paige’s back, rolling her own hips into the girl’s back. Paige’s hand that still sat on Azzi’s thigh grabbed at the skin again, trying to run her hand back as far as she could to encourage Azzi, but instead reached her own motion limitations.

“You’re gonna hurt us,” Azzi’s voice was wrecked as she pulled out her finger before shoving the single finger in with fervor as a punctuating act. Paige clenches around the finger that begins to immediately retreat, attempting to hold her still inside.

Her body trembles with need and her voice comes out wet, words laced with tears that were aching to escape. “Not gonna hurt you. Would never. Just need more.”

Azzi’s smile came back at the promise, which she knew all too well to be true. She pulls out, preening at the bratty whine that escapes Paige before pulling her hand back to slap lightly at Paige’s puffy core. She was so wet and warm, and suddenly Azzi needed to have a taste.

She looked forward again, bringing her eyes back into focus as the road that was entirely deserted and barely lit by the moon and few stars that poked through the nightly clouds.

“There’s a pull off spot ahead, go ahead and pull over baby.” The sultry tone left no room for argument and Paige couldn’t help but abide as she reached the slightly rocky path that extended from the road.

The stop was shaking and she was barely parked before Azzi was sliding off the side after quickly removing her hands from Paige. She stepped back and took a look at the girl who was lightly illuminated by the headlight of the bike. The rise and fall of her chest was unsteady and labored.

Azzi only gave herself a moment to calm herself before unbuckling the helmet and lifting it over her head. She sees Paige’s eyes tracking her as she shakes out her hair before bringing the fingers that had just been inside Paige towards her mouth. She closes her eyes lightly as the taste of Paige fills her and spreads to every buzzing wire under her skin. She can’t help the moan that rips through the hushed night around them.

Paige reaches out to grab the helmets, placing them haphazardly on the handles that now sit unoccupied. Her gloves shoved into her own helmet. With a hesitant step, she reaches forward, settling her hands on Azzi’s hips before losing all patience and pulling the younger girl forward to press their chests into each other just as their mouths crash together.

The two were both drunk on their arousal and could hardly count the joining of their mouths as a true kiss rather than something else entirely primal. Azzi’s hands quickly reach out for Paige’s head, pulling her in closely as her hands tangle in the tightly pulled pony tail, attempting to join them together with no space left to offer.

Their mouths tangle and tongues search to reach every corner of each other’s mouths as the two gasp into each other, hardly able to breathe. They don’t pull apart until Paige gasps back, the sudden need for air leaving her chest heaving as she looks at Azzi who is now flushed with spit slick lips. Her pupils were blown out in a way that was visible despite the darkness. The sight only lasts a moment before her eyes are fluttering closed again, leaning her forehead to meet Paige’s.

“Want to taste you, pretty.” Azzi’s breathing was still uneven, Paige’s head still cradled in between her hands. “Fuck, I need to taste you.”

Paige’s eyes were firmly locked on the panting girl in front of her as she nodded into Azzi’s touch, not even bothering with the fact that Azzi couldn’t see her.

Instead, she slowly reaches her hands out to slide into the shoulders of Azzi’s jacket. Azzi gets the message and pulls back as she shrugs the jacket off. The fabric wasn’t large enough for both of them, but Paige would be damned if Azzi was kneeling or laying on the ground in any capacity.

She leans back onto her bike, a little weight to ensure that the kickstand was fully out as she leans back onto the bike. Her hands quickly settle the jacket onto the ground and Azzi smirks as the blonde reaches to pull down the loose pants around her hips.

Azzi steps forward, settling her hands on the hips of the blonde, stilling her actions. Their eyes meet and Azzi’s grin grows as Paige’s lips part, the huff of air reaching the brunette’s mouth before the blonde could even acknowledge her or the confusion etched into her features fully. 

Azzi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as she attempts to school her grin. The sight causes Paige to shiver. It was times like these that remind her of how good she really had it with Azzi standing in front of her. Fuck, she was lucky.

Azzi reaches down between them, her hand reaching into Paige’s pants and boxers, never once breaking eye contact. She lets her fingers slide through the slick and watches carefully for any reaction Paige has. Paige’s cheeks are full of color and her eyes wet with unshed tears.

Azzi pulls back and lets her clean hand grab roughly at Paige’s jaw, holding her still. Her eyes dip to the lips that now struggle to close. She leans in, mouths only a breath apart.

“Such a greedy girl,” Azzi whispers, before her fingers, still slick with Paige, come to settle on her jaw. The slick startles Paige, causing her to flush as she realizes what is pressed into her skin, the evidence of her arousal thick and heady. 

Nose to nose, Azzi pulls the slick hand back slightly before smacking at the skin still covered in Paige. Paige’s eyes pinch shut and her groan comes from so deep in her chest, Azzi swears she could feel it on her own. The sound was more a sob than anything else.

She smiles at the reaction before pulling back to see the flushed girl with tears woven into her eyelashes now covering her eyes. The grin only grows as a single tear works down Paige’s cheek. She drops to her knees, pulling the pants with her. Paige immediately hisses at the cool air that feels so much sharper against her over-heating body and slick core.

“Fuck, Az,” Paige moans out. “You’re so pretty, want you so bad.” Paige’s voice comes out weak and soft, her hand reaching down to brush a curl out of Azzi’s face, gathering her hair in her hands as Azzi looks up from her spot kneeling in front of Paige.

Her smile is confident and sly, showing Paige that she was right where she wanted her. Her hands wrap around the thighs as she nudges Paige’s leg, showing that she needs more space. Paige quickly takes the hint and steps out a bit further–at least as much as she could with her pants pooled around her ankles.

“Yeah? Tell me how you want me, pretty girl.” Azzi leans her head to the side, resting on Paige’s leg but still looking up at her. Her lips brush the edge of her thigh and reach up towards where Paige needs her most.

Paige blinks down, attempting to hide the frustrated tears, not fully understanding that it just further spurs Azzi on. Azzi wants Paige a mess, completely unable to think of anything but her. She is right where she wants to be.

“Want your mouth.” Her voice comes out whiny and Azzi can’t help the pitiful laugh that slips out. Paige clenches her jaw, attempting to hold the sounds in, and comes across as stronger than she is.

Azzi grins at her and presses a kiss along her thigh. Her mouth trails downwards, licking and biting at the skin as she gets closer to Paige’s knee. She wasn’t going to give Paige what she wanted. Not until she was begging for it.

“Az, come on.” Her tone was more petulant than anything else, while her fingers tightened in Azzi’s hair, attempting to nudge her upwards. Azzi’s grin grew as she pulled back slightly.

“Uh-uh, I’m giving you my mouth, you will get what you ask for, but don’t be a brat or you won’t get what you want.” She leans in and bites at the flesh on the inside of Paige’s thigh.

The milky skin is seemingly endless, and she can’t help but suck at it. She wanted to leave a mark. Paige was hers and Azzi was nothing if not territorial.

“Please, princess.” This time Paige’s whiny voice came out quieter, almost softer. “Want your mouth on my pussy. Need it so bad, need you.”

Azzi grins into the skin and is tilting her head up until her mouth is just near her clit. She waits until Paige notices the pause in her motions. When Paige makes eye contact, Azzi just smiles up, blowing cool air directly onto her clit before moving in, dragging her tongue through the folds.

She groans out at the taste she has become so accustomed to. Paige never failed to be so warm and wet with a taste that was enough to make Azzi hungrier for someone in a way she had never experienced. Her eyes close as she feels the growing ache between her own legs. Azzi swipes her tongue through before settling at her clit, wrapping her lips around the swollen bud.

“You taste so good, beautiful. Never had a pussy this good,” Azzi sighs as she pulls back, using her hand to push at Paige’s stomach so she is angled slightly better, exposing herself more to Azzi.

“Az,” she protests weakly, attempting to hide from the crude words, yet too overwhelmed to say much else.

Azzi reattaches her mouth back to Paige’s clit, sucking hungrily as the blonde rocks her hips into Azzi’s face, holding the girl in place. Azzi removes one hand from Paige’s thigh and reaches between the girl’s legs, swiping through and getting her fingers wet. Without warning she pushes two fingers into Paige while she flicks her tongue repeatedly. 

She pulls back, looking at Paige, who is holding herself up with one arm on the bike as her eyes are pinched shut. Her one hand is still tangled in Azzi’s hair and she can’t help but whimper, her eyes shooting open as she feelsthe younger girl pull back.

“‘M serious, would fuck you all day if I could, never want to leave this pussy.” Azzi’s eyes trail down to the glistening mess that Paige had created.

She picks up the pace of her fingers, curving them to apply just the right amount of pressure that makes the older woman squirm.

“Never want you to” The whine takes Azzi by surprise and she can’t help but groan into her clit.

Her tongue alternates between flicking over the sensitive skin and sucking at it. Paige’s words do nothing but further spur her on, causing the actions to pick up.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me. So perfect,” the blonde’s voice comes out cracked and Azzi can hear the wetness of her voice from biting back the tears. “So close, Az.”

Paige’s hand tightens in her hair and Azzi swears she feels Paige everywhere, from the sharp pain in her scalp to the wet warmth dripping down her arm. Her walls are clenching Azzi in and she swears she could live here if Paige would let her. The scrape of her nails in her scalp just serve to further push Azzi into Paige.

“Fuck-” her words are broken up with a gasp, and Azzi swears she has never been so wet in her life. “Gonna come- fuck, gonna come.” Her words are quick and squished between rushed breaths as if Paige can’t get enough air between each word. Her hips are rocking wildly against Azzi’s face. Azzi’s wrist was beginning to cramp from the frantic movements, but she can feel how close Paige is.

With one more sharp thrust, Paige reaches forward, gripping hard with both hands at Azzi’s face as her hips sputter with her orgasm.

“Fuck, Az, I’m coming, fuck.” Azzi’s mouth doesn’t let up as her fingers continue with shallow thrusts, pushing Paige through her orgasm that comes in crashing waves.

Azzi doesn’t separate until the blonde is twitching underneath her mouth. The blonde uses her last bit of her energy to lightly shove at her forehead, her chest heaving as she attempts to gather air into her lungs. Azzi doesn’t completely detach, but instead kisses lazily down Paige’s thigh.

“So good for me.” Azzi’s words are gentle, looking upwards as she slowly pulls her fingers out from Paige. Paige grimaces at the sensation with her eyes still shut, reaching out for her arm, slowing down Azzi’s movements.

Azzi watches her while she rubs her free hand soothingly along the smooth skin of Paige's calf. Paige always struggled with immediately being sensation free after an orgasm–something Azzi learned the hard way.

“My perfect, perfect girl,” Azzi coos quietly as Paige’s chest begins slowing into a regular pace.

When the blonde finally opens her eyes, she immediately meets Azzi’s and is reaching out her arms for the younger woman with a pout on her face. Azzi just laughs from her place between the girl’s legs. She stands up slowly, stretching her legs from their stiff positioning. She hastily wipes her fingers on her shorts, trying to get rid of the evidence of Paige still present on her hand. The blonde was far too sensitive for that right now.

Paige, still slightly out of breath from her orgasm, wraps herself around Azzi. Azzi tucks the younger girl into her arms, using her hands to rub small patterns into her back. The gentle patterns cause Paige to sag into her arms.

“Want to get you right.” Paige’s voice is sleepy into Azzi’s shoulder, the breath reaching her jaw as Azzi sighs before turning it into a chuckle.

“Well I want us to get home alive.” Azzi pulls back, pressing a kiss on the cheek of her sleepy girlfriend.

Paige pouts. “What about when we get home?” she counters, opening one eye, peeking at Azzi before raising an eyebrow. 

The younger girl just laughs, brushing a hair out of her face that had escaped from her ponytail.

“If you can get us home, we’ll talk.” Azzi laughs as Paige leans her head down to rest her head on Azzi’s chest.

Her huffs of breath serve to cool Azzi off despite the chilled air around them. Her hands remain in motion until Paige can finally lift her head enough to meet her eyes.

“With the strap?” The blonde grins at her own question and Azzi just shoves her shoulder, laughing while rolling her eyes.