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Pazzi Series:

A Walk To Remember (miniseries)Complete

A Couple Minutes (ongoing)

Pazzi one-shots:

Parenting Trial

Good For Me

The Wake

Snowed In

Paige Bueckers:

One-shots:

Masterlist

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Main Masterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Summary: They broke up a long time ago. Azzi told herself not to go back, not after everything. But she can’t resist Paige Bueckers.

A/N: This is not proofread so lmk if i have any mistakes! 🤗

Warnings: Angsty as hell, smut

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Chapter One

June, 2025

Dallas, TX

Azzi Fudd loved two things the most in her life, basketball being one of them, the other being Paige Bueckers. She remembers the day like it was yesterday, meeting the skinny girl on that Team USA court almost a half decade ago, with a laugh that could make any day better and a smile that could cure depression, Azzi knew she would fall for Paige.

And she did.

Azzi loved her for five years, her love never wavering, never fading because of an injury, never going away because of distance. Azzi was sure she would crawl into the deepest depths of hell if Paige had asked her to. But right now, watching Paige pace her living room floor with tears in her eyes?

This was hell.

Azzi wanted to reach out, she wanted to cure the anxiety that she knew Paige had been feeling for weeks. The truth is, Paige wasn’t used to losing this much, and the pressure of carrying the team was a weight that got stronger and stronger to lift. Paige felt unworthy, unworthy of Azzi’s love, unworthy of being rookie of the month twice in a row, unworthy of being in the W in the first place—all because her confidence was gone.

Azzi stood and walked over to Paige slowly, careful not to startle her, “Baby, just tell me what’s going on—tell me how I can help, Paige. Please?”

Paige shook her head, “You can’t do anything Azzi. I’m too far in my own head.”

“Baby—“

“Azzi, this isn’t working.”

Azzi blinks, “What?”

Paige finally turns around, and the sight tightens Azzi’s heart. Her eyes were red—so red, her lashes clumping together from the tears, her cheeks flushed, it was clear to Azzi that the girl hadn’t been getting any sleep. The thought hits Azzi like a ton of bricks, Paige had been lying.

Lying about being okay.

“Azzi—“ Paige starts but her voice is cut off by a sob she can’t hold in and her knees buckle into Azzi.

Azzi wraps her up instantly one hand going behind her neck, the other threading the other threading through her hair.

“It’s okay”

“I’ve got you”

“Breathe”

Paige only held on tighter, “Azzi— I can’t be what you need me to be.”

Azzi holds her closer, “Don’t. Please don’t do this to me Paige, to us, to everything we’ve built together.”

Paige pulls back to look at Azzi, “I can’t focus on you and basketball Azzi, I just can’t.” She says with a sob.

Azzi cups her cheeks, gently wiping away the flowing tears with her thumbs, “Paige, we can work it out—we can figure something out, I’ll try to be here more, be more present for you, please don’t give up on us, please, Paige.”

Paige leans her forehead to Azzi’s and wraps the hands around her wrists, “I love you Azzi, I love you so fucking much. But I can’t, I can’t have you and basketball.”

Azzi shakes her head temper flaring, “Why not, P?” Why are you giving up on us so fucking easily? You want five years to go down the drain just like that? Just because you’re going through a rough patch is your life?”

“It’s not just a rough patch, Azzi!” Paige snaps, “I feel like I’m fucking suffocating because I can’t win a damn basketball game to safe my life!”

Azzi eyes soften a bit at that, “That’s not your fault Paige, you’re the best player on the team.”

Paige runs her hand through her hair, “That’s why I feel like I’m drowning, because the best player on the team should be able to carry her team to at least one win right?”

“That’s now how basketball works Paige,” Azzi says, “It’s a team game and you’re killing yourself because you think you can go out on the court and play hero every game.”

Paige steps away from her, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Azzi sighs and rubs her temples, “Babe, I didn’t mean—“

Paige shakes her head with a laugh, “You did. You wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t.”

“Paige that’s not—“

“I think you should go.”

Azzi steps forward, “Paige please just—“

“Go home, Azzi. Go back to Connecticut.”

Her tone made Azzi stop, Paige had always been soft with her, her tone, her touch—everything was always soft when it came to Azzi. But this? This cold, low, broken tone is when Azzi really knew, they’re done.

“So that’s it then?” Azzi asks, “Five years for nothing?”

Paige shrugs, cold and dismissive, “I guess so.”

Azzi scoffs, “Unbelievable. You’re so fucking selfish Paige it’s insane.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Azzi. I need to lookout for myself.”

“How is pushing me away looking out for yourself?” Azzi asks, “Your destroying yourself Paige, you’re digging yourself a hole that you can’t get out of.”

Paige finally makes eye contact with her, “You deserve better. Better than what I can give you right now.”

“No. You don’t get to decide what’s good and what’s not good for me. That’s not your decision to make.”

“I’m protecting you!” Paige says, “I’m protecting you from myself, protecting you from heartbreak, I’m trying—“

“You already broke my heart, Paige.” Azzi says with a watery laugh, “I think we’re past that point.”

Paige steps forward, “Then let me help you, you won’t have to see me again after today.”

“That’s not what I want, Paige.”

“Azzi—“

“Paige, we’ve known each other since we were sixteen, I can’t just—I can’t just have you in my life for years and then forget about you.” Azzi says.

Paige looks down, refusing to show Azzi any emotion, “It’s better this away.”

“Paige, please—“

“You can stay tonight,” Paige says, “Because it’s late, but you leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

Azzi looks at Paige, look for any signs of regret, any sign that this is just come fucked up, cruel joke.

She doesn’t find anything.

Those piercing blue eyes Azzi fell in love with all those years ago had changed. Gone was that soft blue, replaced with something cold, something Azzi couldn’t put her finger on yet.

Azzi was never one to back down, her father taught her that, “Never let people dictate your life.” He said, “You write your own story, fight for what you want.”

“Fight for what you want.”

That rang is Azzi’s ears like a punishment.

She had no fight left.

“Okay.”

Paige blinks, “Okay?”

Azzi nods, “If that’s what you want. I’ll be gone tomorrow morning.”

Paige nods, “That’s what I want.”

“Then I’m gone in the morning.”

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Waking up the next morning hit Azzi like a freight train, her eyes puffy, her head still had a dull ache from crying into Paige’s stupid perfect pillow last night, the one that still smelled like her, that only made Azzi sob more. Her flight wasn’t until noon, it was the earliest last-minute flight she could book, but Azzi will take anything she can get, as long as she just gets home.

She rolls over with a groan to look at the time, about nice o’clock, an hour before Azzi wanted to leave for her flight, perfect. She had done most of her packing last night because she couldn’t sleep, not after her girlfriend of five years just broke her heart and shattered it into a million pieces.

She heard Paige pacing in the living room, just as restless as Azzi, the soft creak of the floorboards was a dead giveaway that she wasn’t asleep.

Before she knew it, the footsteps stopped in front of her room, a soft knock following it. Azzi sighs as she gets up to open the door for Paige, and as soon as she does, Paige’s lips are connected with Azzi’s, Azzi hums in surprise but takes no time to wrap a hand around the nape of Paige’s neck, drawing closer than she already was.

“Paige—“

“Shhh, just let us have this…please?” Paige says.

It didn’t take much for Azzi to fold under Paige touch, bringing Paige’s lips back to her own, “How much time to we have before you have to leave?” Paige murmurs.

Azzi glanced at the clock on the nightstand, “Like, fifty minutes.”

“Plenty of time.” She says as she backs Azzi up to the bed.

Paige, her heart pounding, starts to move her fingers tracing the familiar contours of her soon-to-be ex's face. "One last time," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Azzi's eyes searched Paige's, looking for hesitation, but finding only desire. She nodded, her own heart aching with a mix of sadness and longing already.

Their lips met in a passionate, desperate kiss, a silent promise to each other. Clothes were discarded hastily, each piece a testament to their shared history. Azzi's t-shirt was the first to go, followed by Paige's sweatpants. They lie before each other, naked and vulnerable, their bodies a map of shared memories.

Paige's hands roamed Azzi's body, her fingers tracing the curves and valleys she knew so well. She kneaded Azzi's breasts, her thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under her touch. Azzi gasped, her head falling back, her body arching into Paige's touch.

Paige's mouth followed the path her hands had traced, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She sucked on Azzi's nipples, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting a moan from her lover. Azzi's hands tangled in Paige's hair, holding her close, her body writhing under the onslaught of sensations.

Paige's hand slid down Azzi's stomach, her fingers slipping between her legs. She found Azzi's clit, already swollen and sensitive, and began to rub it in slow, circular motions. Azzi's hips bucked, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Paige's fingers were slick with Azzi's arousal, her pussy wet and ready.

Paige's mouth replaced her fingers, her tongue lapping at Azzi's clit, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Azzi's moans filled the room, her body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Paige's tongue flicked over her clit, her fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that made Azzi see stars.

Azzi came with a cry, her body convulsing, her juices flooding Paige's mouth. Paige lapped it up, her own body aching with need. She crawled up, her body pressing against Azzi's, her pussy grinding against Azzi's thigh.

Azzi's hands roamed Paige's body, her fingers finding her nipples, tweaking them until Paige gasped. Azzi's mouth captured Paige's, her tongue sliding against Paige's, tasting herself on Paige's lips. Paige's body trembled, her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around nothing.

Azzi's flipped her and wasted no time, her fingers slid between Paige's legs, her thumb rubbing her clit, her fingers sliding into her pussy. Paige rode Azzi's hand, her body moving in a primal rhythm, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Azzi's fingers curled inside her, her thumb pressing down on her clit, sending Paige over the edge.

Paige came with a cry, her body convulsing, her juices flooding Azzi's hand. She collapsed against Azzi, her body spent, her heart pounding. Azzi held her close, her own body still aching with need.

They cuddled up on the bed, their bodies intertwined , their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. Azzi's fingers found Paige's pussy again, her thumb rubbing her clit, her fingers sliding in and out of her. Paige's body responded, her hips bucking, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Paige's hand found Azzi's pussy, her fingers sliding in and out of her, her thumb rubbing her clit. They moved together, their bodies in sync, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding. They came together, their bodies convulsing, their juices mingling, their cries echoing through the room.

They lay there, their bodies spent, their hearts aching. This was their last time, their final goodbye. It was bittersweet, a mix of love and loss, desire and despair. They held each other close, their bodies a testament to their shared history, their love a beacon in the darkness.

Paige is Azzi lie there, soon to be exes, sharing one last moment together. Azzi kisses Paige’s neck, “Do you have to do this?”

Paige nods, “I’m sorry, Azzi.”

And just like that, Azzi was out the door.

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Azzi moved on autopilot.

As soon as the plane landed, Azzi moved mechanically through the airport crowd to baggage claim, she couldn’t stop thinking about Paige, the way she touched her just a few hours ago, the way her voice cracked when she said she was sorry, God, Azzi really fucking wished she could read minds. She knows Paige, she knows Paige is dealing with something internal, something bigger than her, she wishes Paige would to just talk to her, yell at her, cuss at her, give Azzi something.

But she didn’t get that.

And Azzi, will have to learn how to live her life without Paige, the person that has been the center of her universe since she was fifteen. She’d have to somehow find a way to live a life that didn’t have the love of her life in it.

Her heart felt heavy when she walked through the doors to board the plane to Connecticut, her head hurt, her body ached, she hadn’t eaten all day, safe to say she was in a less than ideal situation right now.

She doesn’t remember the plane ride, her brain catches up when she finally lands, she was on the edge of breaking, she could feel it, and when she saw caroline standing at the entrance, the dam finally broke.

“Azzi?” Caroline asks, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Paige—“ Azzi couldn’t even get a word out without sobs wracking her body. She feels Caroline wrap her arms around her, it’s the most secure she’s felt all day, which made the sobs more heartbreaking.

“Shhh,” Caroline coos, “It’s okay, Az. It’s okay.”

“Paige broke up with me.” Azzi cried, “She—she ended it.”

Caroline didn’t say anything at first, she just held her best friend closer. “Okay, we’ll figure it out. It’s okay, just breathe, Az.”

When the sobs finally started to ebb, Caroline pulls back and cups her face. “Come on, let’s go home.”

When they finally make it to Caroline’s car, it really hits Azzi just how exhausted she was. She cries more in the car, which really doesn’t make sense to Azzi, because how does she have more tears to cry?

By the point they got to Azzi’s dorm, she was running completely on fumes. “You need sleep, Az.” Caroline said softly, “Go lay down, we can talk when you wake up.”

Azzi didn’t have the energy to fight it, she just goes to her room and flops into her bed.

When she wakes up, the light didn’t filter through the room like it did before, she groans and digs for her phone to check the time, almost nine. “Jesus,” she muttered, she been asleep for almost five hours.

She eyes felts puffy, she mouth felt dry, her mind felt like mush, her heart felt cut into a million pieces. Azzi really hoped this wasn’t how this breakup was going to feel.

She got up from the bed and pads out to the kitchen where Caeoline is at the couch. “Hey,” She mutters, her voice scratchy.

Caroline looks up from the phone. “Hey,” She says softly “How do you feel?”

“Like the love of my life broke up with me.” Azzi reaches into the cabinet for a cup and some Tylenol.

“Okay.” Caroline says, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Azzi shakes her head and takes the pills. “I don’t know what to say.” She says honestly, “I’m still trying to process it.”

Caroline got up and wraps her into a hug, it was so simple it made Azzi almost cry more. “You’ll get through it, Az.

That night, Azzi stared at her phone.

Waiting.

She doesn’t know what she was waiting for exactly, maybe a text from Paige, but she knows deep down in her heart that it wasn’t going to happen.

She thought about typing something herself.

I hate you.

Why did you do this to us?

Can we please talk?

Her thumbs hovered the keyboard for ten minutes, then they finally moved, she went through their conversation instead.

Every text, every video, every I love you and I miss you , they were perfect, every went through everything to try and figure out where she went wrong.

And when her eyes started to droop, she accepted it.

Paige didn’t want her anymore.

Azzi finally fell asleep clutching her phone, hoping that text would come.

Summary: Living in Connecticut guarantees you two things, good basketball, and snowstorms. 

a/n: so i noticed that i have an embarrassing amount of smut on my page so i decided to bring some wholesomeness to the tl 🤗

Warnings: paige being a total simp, language

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paige woke up to the most beautiful sight.

UConn Alert: Due to severe winter weather conditions, all classes and athletic activities are canceled today.

a grin spread across her face as a text from azzi comes in.

AZ: ik we were supposed to get coffee this morning but im going back to bed

paige laughs as she types a response.

Paige: damn, you don’t wanna brave the storm with me??

AZ: madison if you think i’m getting out of this bed to go get coffee in a snowstorm you are sadly mistaken

paige looked at the snow hammering against her window.

then smirked.

Paige: good thing i’m coming to you then! 🤗

AZ: ur ridiculous. be safe please.

30 minutes later paige was trudging through knee-deep snow in a giant hoodie, a beanie pulled low over her ears, and carrying a grocery bag filled with random stuff she quickly got from the student store before leaving.

by the time she reached azzi’s apartment building, her cheeks were a bright pink from the cold and the snow stuck to her eyelashes and clothes.

paige burst through the door enthusiastically, “i survived.” she announced.

azzi glanced up from the couch, wrapped up in paige’s sweatshirt and two blankets, her hair tied up in a messy bun.

azzi giggled, “i’m glad,” she gestured toward the bag, “what’d you bring?”

paige kicked the door shut and held up the bag with a grin, “offerings.”

azzi narrows her eyes, “what kind?“

paige dumps the contents onto the coffee table.

chips.

cookies.

popcorn.

energy drinks.

a frozen pizza.

and a singular lime.

azzi stared at it, “why the hell did you bring a single lime?”

“i was in a hurry!”

azzi bursted into laughter then, the kinds that made her eyes crinkle and shoulders shake.

paige just admired her.

messy hair.

her oversized sweatshirt swallowing her frame.

bundled in blankets.

just azzi.

her azzi.

paige’s heart clenched.

azzi noticed, but didn’t have the heart to make fun of her, “c’mere baby.”

paige immediately crossed the room and collapsed onto the couch beside her, azzi lifted the blankets so paige could slide underneath them, their legs tangled automatically and paige lets out a content sigh.

“i’m never leaving.” she announces.

“you say that all the time.” azzi says.

“but like, i actually mean it this time. i ain’t moving.”

azzi rolled her eyes before pressing a kiss to paige’s temple, “you’re freezing.”

“well, i did walk through a dangerous snowstorm to get to you.”

“my hero.”

paige looks at her, her chest puffed, “i’m very brave.”

“people do crazy things when they want cuddles.” azzi teases.

paige frowns, her face turning pinker than it already was, “shut up, bro.”

azzi leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to paige’s cold nose first. then to her mouth, “you’re so cute. i love you so much.”

paige groans into azzi’s neck, “stop.”

“say it back.”

paige pulls back to look at her, a goofy smile across her face, “i love you more baby.”

“mhm, that’s what i thought.”

around noon, the storm didn’t get any better.

the snow was piled high against the windows now, the sky white with how hard it was falling. every few hours alerts buzzed on their phones, a warning to stay inside.

they migrated from the couch to the kitchen at some point. trying—and failing—to make breakfast.

azzi stood at the stove flipping pancakes while paige sat on the counter and ate chocolate chips from the bag.

azzi gives her a look, “you’re the reason by we don’t have any ingredients.”

paige shrugged while chewing, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, mama.”

azzi shook her head, her attention going back to the stove.

paige watched her.

the sleeves of her hoodie were pulled up, exposing her forearms and hands, she had a tiny sway she did unconsciously while listening to the music playing on her phone. god, paige is so gone for her.

“what?” azzi asked without looking up.

paige blinks, snapping out of her trace, “huh?”

“i can feel you staring.”

paige smiles, “can’t help it, baby.”

azzi rolls her eyes, “you’re such a flirt.”

“you know that. and you like it.” paige hopped off the counter and walked behind her, wrapping her arms around azzi’s waist and resting her chin on her shoulder.

azzi immediately relaxed into her girlfriend, soaking in her warmth, “you okay?”

paige nuzzled into the back of her neck, “mhm.”

“you got quiet. that’s not like you.”

paige smiles, “shut up. i was just thinking.”

“dangerous.”

paige laughed softly, “i like this.”

azzi turned her head a little, “the storm?”

“you.”

paige continues before she can overthink, “i like it when everything slows down and i get you all to myself like this.”

azzi turned fully in her arms and kissed her, and paige’s hands instinctively slipped to azzi’s hips as azzi smiled in her mouth.

“you have me all the time,” azzi whispered.

paige leaned down again and kissed her. just because.

a few hours later, paige lay stretched on the couch with azzi on top of her, both of them wrapped in blankets while a random movie played unnoticed in the background. azzi traced circles on paige’s chest while paige played with the end of azzi’s curls that fell from her messy bun.

“m’glad you came over.” azzi mumbles sleepily.

paige looked down at her, “yeah?“

“mhm. i would’ve been lonely.”

paige chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of azzi head, “you’re never gonna be lonely while i’m breathing, baby.”

azzi rolled her eyes as both of them drifted to sleep.

an hour or two later, paige wakes up first.

the storm had finally gone quiet, not gone completely—snow still drifted lazily through the grey sky—but the violent wind from the morning had disappeared, leaving behind a campus buried in white.

for a minute, paige just lay there beneath the blankets on azzi’s couch, watching the pale winter light spill across the room.

azzi was still curled into her side, still asleep, one arm draped over paige’s stomach. her hair was a mess against the couch cushion, her breathing slow and even.

paige smiled to herself.

then immediately tested her luck.

she leaned down and whispered into azzi’s ear, “wake up, it snowed.”

azzi groaned without opening her eyes, “i’m breaking up with you.”

paige grinned, “nuh-uh.”

azzi buried her face deeper into paige’s chest, “go back to sleep.”

paige glanced toward the window again, where the sunlight reflected off the soft snow outside, “there’s so much snow.”

“well, that’s what is usually left after a snowstorm, paige.”

paige ignores her, “we have to go play in it.”

“no, we do not.”

“yes we do.”

azzi cracked an eye open, “play?”

paige frowned, “don’t say it like that.”

“you’re 24.”

“and thriving.”

azzi laughed tiredly before finally lifting her head enough to look at paige, “baby. there’s probably 3 feet of snow outside.”

paige’s smile widened, “exactly!”

“are you for real?”

paige sat up, “come on, we can build a snowman.”

azzi stared at her girlfriend in disbelief, “the tiktok’s were right, you really are a golden retriever in human form.”

paige smiled proudly, “and you’ve been dating me for 5 years.”

azzi sighed dramatically, “okay…okay. i need coffee first.”

20 minutes later paige and azzi were bundled in enough layers to survive a day in antarctica. they second paige stepped outside, she lost her mind.

“AZZI! LOOK AT THIS!”

azzi laughed as paige threw her arms out dramatically in the middle of the sidewalk. cars looked like giant piles of snow, trees drooped heavily under the thickness of it. the campus was quiet in that strange, muffled way that only came with huge snowfalls.

paige bent down, scooped up snow, and launched it at azzi.

azzi shrieked, “PAIGE MADISON!”

paige laughed, “bro, i got you so good.”

a snowball smacked paige in the shoulder. her mouth dropped playfully, “oh watch out baby, it’s war now!”

azzi already took off.

paige chased her through the snow-covered courtyard while both of them laughed loud enough to echo off the buildings.

azzi nearly slipped trying to dodge another snowball, but paige caught her around the waist before she could fully tumble, both of them stumbling into the snow instead.

then paige looked down.

azzi’s cheeks were pink from the cold.

snowflakes clung to her eyelashes.

her smile was bright and breathless and so ridiculously pretty that paige forgot every coherent thought she’d ever had.

azzi noticed immediately.

“what?” she laughed softly.

paige shook her head a little like she was dazed. “you gotta be more careful.” she says, “i need my shooter to have all her limbs intact.”

azzi rolled her eyes, then she shoved a handful of snow directly in paige face.

paige sputtered, “bro!”

a little over an hour later, they were sitting in a snow-covered field trying unsuccessfully to build a snowman.

“it looks terrifying,” azzi told her girlfriend.

paige stepped back to admire their creation. the snowman leaned aggressively to one side with uneven stick arms and what appeared to be a facial expression made with rocks.

“don’t talk about our son like that.” paige defended.

“our son?”

“yes, we made him. therefore he is our son.”

azzi laughed again, and paige immediately forgot about defending their “son”. azzi’s laugh was probably paige’s favorite part about her, sure, she loved literally every part of azzi with all her heart, but her laugh hits a soft spot in paige’s heart that she finds hard to explain.

she’s going to make azzi laugh for the rest of her life.

paige tackled her into the snow, azzi yelped as the both crashed backward, “paige!”

“that’s what you get for insulting our son!”

“our son is demonic.” azzi laughs.

eventually, they ended up lying side by side in the snow, looking at their newborn child.

azzi tilted her head, “okay, maybe he’s not that scary looking.”

paige smiled, “told you.”

azzi turned her head back toward paige, “i needed this.”

paige cocks her head, “what?”

“this.” azzi says, gesturing between them, “today was nice.”

paige’s expression softened.

basketball was loud, and it took up most of their lives, so this moment, sitting next to azzi, looking at their demonic snowman son together, something settled deep in paige’s chest, and a wave of affection hit her.

she reached over and intertwined their fingers, “my favorite days are the ones where i get you all to myself.” she admits softly.

azzi looked at their hands, then back at her, “you’re so cheesy.”

paige ignored her and planted a soft kiss on azzi’s lips.

Summary: paige bueckers helps with some stress.

A/N: decided to release a little present for that dub today

warnings: smut

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it’s been a long few days for you.

hell, a long week.

you bombed your o-chem quiz which tanked your grade, not to mention you have finals in just 2 weeks. so yeah, you were drowned in school work.

your girlfriend not being home also didn’t help. paige had a series of away games that kept her out for a little over a week, she got back late last night and had an early practice this morning, you always try to be mindful of each others schedules, you knew that basketball demanded so much of her, and she knew that studying to be a veterinarian also demanded so much, it became an unspoken rule within the relationship, don’t fight over schedules. so when you heard the door to your apartment opening, you knew exactly who it was.

“baby?” paige called out once she stepped in, “where you at?”

“in my room!”

you heard her footsteps pad across the wood floor and into your room, when found you sitting at your desk she smiled, “hi, mama.” she says softly, “i missed you.”

you smiled and got up from your desk to pull her into a hug, your arms wrapping firmly around her waist. paige doesn’t hesitate to hug back, one arm slides around your shoulders while the other holds and back of your head softly.

she turns her head slightly to breathe you in, “you okay?”

you nod and pull back to look at her pretty face, her goofy smile is showing, one that melted your heart every single time. you can’t help but plant a soft kiss on her lips before pulling away, “i’m okay.” you say walking back to your desk, “o-chem is killing me. i bombed my quiz earlier this week and i have finals soon.”

“maybe i can help?”

you give paige a look, “baby, i love you so much. but i doubt you could help me with this.”

she scoffs, “bro. at least let me try.”

“okay.” you sigh, “come here.”

she walks up to your desk and peers over your shoulder and blinks when she sees the problem, “yeah, that’s all you, bae.”

you laugh and plant a kiss on her jaw, “just let me finish this and i’m all yours, okay?”

“come on y/n, your already stressed, let’s take a break.”

before you could reject her, her hand, cool from the outside air, brushed against the back of your neck. her fingers, calloused from gripping a basketball all afternoon, gently swept your hair aside, exposing the tight muscles there.

"you're tense," she said softly, not a question but a quiet observation.

you let out a shaky breath, your shoulders sagging a little. "i’m stressed.”

her hand slid down to your shoulder, her thumb pressing into a knot that felt like iron. a small, sigh escaped your lips. she knew exactly where to touch, the pressure just right to make the tension start to unwind.

"okay," she murmured, her voice a low, soothing hum. "let me take this for a minute."

before you could protest, she gently took your hand, pulling it away from the paper. you looked up at her, her face was flushed from her workout, her hair still damp and pulled back in a messy ponytail. but her eyes were soft, focused entirely on you. she wasn't looking at your paper or the mess of formulas on the table. she was looking at you.

"come here," she whispered, pulling you up from the chair. you felt clumsy and stiff as she guided you a few steps away from the desk, turning you so your back was to her. then, her hands found your shoulders again, this time with purpose. she started to knead the tight muscles, her touch firm but careful. she worked the knots out of your shoulders, her thumbs tracing the line of your back up to the base of your skull.

“close your eyes.” she murmurs softly, “just relax.”

"you're so good at this," you murmured, your voice thick.

"i'm good at taking care of you," she corrected, her lips brushing against your ear. "that's what i'm here for."

her hands slid down your arms, a slow, grounding caress, before she stepped around to face you again. she stood close, her body a warm barrier against the rest of the world. shes taller than you, her presence making you feel small and safe. her eyes searched yours, checking in.

"better?" she asked.

you nodded, your throat tight. "yeah. thank you."

“can i sit with you?” she asked softly, “i missed you too much.”

you nod and intertwine your fingers, you lead to to your desk and sit on her lap, her arms wrapped around you, a feeling you realized you missed dearly, until you finished the problem. you close the notebook with a sigh, her hand came up to cradle your face, her thumb stroking the soft skin under your eye. "you put too much pressure on yourself," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "but you don't have to carry it all alone. i've got you."

all the remaining resistance in you broke. you curled further into her, burying your face in the curve of her neck. her arms tightened around you, holding you close. you felt her lips press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"thank you," you whispered into her skin.

"you don't ever have to thank me for loving you," she murmured back. "that's the easiest thing i've ever done."

as her words settled into your bones, a different kind of hunger stirred inside you. not the sharp edge of stress, but a deep, slow heat that pooled low in your stomach. you shifted in her lap, your thighs pressing together, your breath catching. she felt the change instantly—the way your body softened and tightened at the same time.

she pulled back just enough to look at your face, her gaze dropping to your lips. "what do you need, baby?" her voice was still soft, but now there was a husky edge to it, a low note that sent a shiver down your spine.

you didn't answer with words. instead, you leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep, your tongue sliding against hers. she tasted like salt and something sweet, and you groaned into her mouth, missing to feeling of her lips against yours. her hand slid from your face down your chest, her palm flat against your sternum, feeling your racing heart.

"i need you," you breathed against her lips. "i need you to take care of me... more."

a slow smile spread across her face, her eyes dark with desire. "i can do that."

she stood up, lifting you easily, your legs wrapping around her waist. she carried you to the bed without breaking the kiss, her hands gripping your ass, squeezing, pulling you tight against her. she laid you down on the bed, her body covering yours, her weight a welcome anchor.

"beautiful," she murmured, and then her mouth was on your neck, sucking gently, her tongue tracing a hot path down to your collarbone. you arched into her, your fingers threading through her damp hair, holding her close.

she worked her way down, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire across your skin. she took her time, kissing your stomach, the curve of your hip, the inside of your thigh. by the time she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your sweats and pulled them down, you were trembling, your hips lifting off the mattress in silent plea.

"patience, baby. you know i got you." she whispered, but her own breathing was ragged. she pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee, then moved higher. her breath was warm against your cunt, making you gasp. she looked up at you, her eyes holding yours, asking without words.

"yes," you choked out. "please, paige."

she didn't make you wait any longer. her mouth covered you, her tongue sliding through your wet folds, circling your clit with a slow, deliberate pressure. your hands fisted the sheets as she worked you. she was attentive like always, reading your body, responding to every twitch and sound that came out of you. she added a finger, then two, curling them inside you, finding that spot that made your vision blur.

"that's it, let go," she murmured against you, her voice vibrating through your clit. "i've got you. come for me."

and you did, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, your body shuddering as she kept licking and stroking, drawing it out, never letting up until you were whimpering and oversensitive. she kissed her way back up your body, her chin slick with your arousal, her smile soft and proud.

she settled beside you, pulling you into her arms, your back against her chest. her hand slid down your stomach, between your legs, her fingers already coated in you. she pressed two fingers into your still-pulsing cunt, slow and deep, while her other hand cupped your breast, her thumb rolling your nipple.

"i want to feel you come around my fingers again," she whispered into your ear, “i can’t get enough of you.” her hips pressed against your ass, her own need evident in the way she ground against you.

your hand reached back, tangling in her hair, pulling her mouth to yours. you kissed her, tasting yourself on her lips, as her fingers moved inside you in a steady, relentless rhythm. your second orgasm built fast, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. she pressed her palm against your clit with each thrust, driving you higher.

"come on, baby," she coaxed, her voice broken. "i'm right here. let go."

you shattered again, your body clenching around her fingers, a moan torn from your throat. she held you through it, her fingers slowing, easing you down. when you finally stilled, she withdrew her hand, her fingers glistening.

she kissed your forehead and wrapped her arms around you. you curled into her, your face buried in the curve of her neck, her heartbeat steady against your cheek.

"so good f’me, baby.” she whispered. “you okay?”

you laughed, a tired, happy sound. "so okay.”

"good," she laughs, already half asleep. "i love you."