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[01] — MY LITLE TOY. Pt2 mafiabosspaigexofficeworkerazzi · dark captivity · 1k

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01. Us, Eventually

status: ongoing · Paige Bueckers / Azzi Fudd · friends to lovers · slow burn · coming-of-age

They've been best friends for eighteen years. When Paige leaves for UConn, distance changes everything—until Azzi commits to the same school and gives them something to look forward to: eventually.

word count: ~2k words warnings: one kiss · romantic tension · pining · mostly platonic friendship · no explicit content

chapters: ↳ [01] Different Courts ↳ [02] Coming Soon ↳ [03] Coming Soon ↳ [04] Coming Soon

♡ NOTES

a/n: hello my lovelies🤗. One more fic before the game today, i hope you guys like it.

wc: 3K

warning: billonaire!paige x stripper!azzi, smut, head, p and a(receiving), strap use(a receiving), dom!p, sub!a.

The bass thumped through the walls of Velvet Lounge like a second heartbeat. Paige Bueckers stepped inside, her tailored black suit hugging every line of her athletic frame. At twenty-four, she already owned three properties and a private jet, but tonight she wanted something simpler—release, distraction, heat.

She took a corner booth, ordered top-shelf whiskey, and let her eyes wander across the stage. That’s when she saw her.

Azzi moved like liquid gold under the purple lights. Her body glistened with oil and sweat, curves wrapped in nothing but a tiny black thong and matching pasties. Her straightened curls bounced as she dropped into a split, then rolled her hips in slow, filthy circles. Paige’s glass paused halfway to her lips.

Azzi caught her stare and held it. A slow smile curved her mouth. She crawled to the edge of the stage, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide, giving Paige a perfect view of the thin strip of fabric barely covering her pussy. Then she winked.

Paige finished her drink in one swallow.

Twenty minutes later, Azzi stepped offstage in a silk robe and headed straight for Paige’s table.

"Private dance?" she asked, voice low and sweet.

Paige slid a thick stack of hundreds across the table. "I want more than a dance."

Azzi glanced at the money, then back at Paige. Her tongue wet her bottom lip. "My shift ends in ten. Meet me at the back exit."

The alley behind the club smelled like rain and cigarette smoke. Azzi appeared in a cropped leather jacket and thigh-high boots, curls wild around her face. Paige’s black Bentley idled at the curb.

"Get in," Paige said.

Azzi slid into the passenger seat. The second the door shut, Paige’s hand was on her thigh, fingers sliding under the hem of her tiny skirt.

"You’ve been teasing me all night," Paige murmured, voice rough. "Time to pay up."

Azzi spread her legs wider. "Then take what you want."

Paige’s penthouse overlooked the city skyline. Floor-to-ceiling windows turned the bedroom into a glass box of glittering lights. Azzi barely had time to drop her jacket before Paige was on her, mouth hot against her neck, hands yanking the tiny skirt down her hips.

"On the bed," Paige ordered.

Azzi climbed onto the massive mattress on her hands and knees, ass up, thong still on. Paige stripped out of her suit jacket and shirt, leaving only her black slacks. She climbed behind Azzi, hooked two fingers into the thong, and ripped it aside.

"Fuck, look at this pretty pussy," Paige breathed, dragging her tongue through Azzi’s folds in one long, slow lick.

Azzi moaned into the sheets. Paige didn’t tease. She buried her face between Azzi’s cheeks and ate her like she was starving—tongue fucking deep, nose pressed against her ass, sucking her clit with wet, obscene sounds. Azzi’s thighs shook. She pushed back against Paige’s mouth, riding her tongue in desperate little circles.

"Right there—fuck—don’t stop—"

Paige groaned against her cunt and doubled down, two fingers sliding inside while her tongue worked Azzi’s clit. Azzi came hard, pussy clenching, juices dripping down Paige’s chin.

Paige pulled back, lips shiny. "My turn."

She flipped onto her back and dragged Azzi up her body until the stripper straddled her face. Azzi lowered herself slowly, gasping when Paige’s tongue met her again. Paige’s hands gripped Azzi’s ass, guiding her into a slow grind. Azzi rode her mouth in long, rolling strokes, clit dragging over Paige’s tongue with every pass.

"Oh my god—Paige—fuck—"

Paige sucked Azzi’s clit between her lips and flicked it fast. Azzi came again, thighs clamping around Paige’s head, whole body shaking. Paige licked her through it, drinking every drop.

Azzi slid off Paige’s face, breathing hard. "Your turn."

She crawled down Paige’s body, unbuttoning her slacks and yanking them down along with her soaked panties. Paige’s pussy was glistening, clit swollen. Azzi didn’t hesitate. She spread Paige’s thighs and licked a slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.

Paige’s hips jerked. "Shit—"

Azzi sucked Paige’s clit into her mouth, two fingers sliding inside her at the same time. She fucked Paige with her tongue and fingers until Paige was panting, one hand fisted in Azzi’s curls.

"Azzi—fuck—I’m gonna—"

Azzi curled her fingers and sucked harder. Paige came with a broken moan, thighs trembling around Azzi’s head.

They weren’t done.

Paige flipped Azzi onto her back and climbed between her legs. She hooked one of Azzi’s thighs over her shoulder and pressed their pussies together. The first slow grind made both of them gasp. Paige rolled her hips in tight circles, clit dragging against Azzi’s with every pass. Their wetness mixed, slick and hot, the sound filthy in the quiet room.

"Harder," Azzi begged.

Paige braced her hands on either side of Azzi’s head and fucked against her in short, sharp thrusts. Their clits rubbed together relentlessly. Azzi’s nails dug into Paige’s back. They came almost at the same time—Azzi first, then Paige right after, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths.

Paige wasn’t finished.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a sleek black harness with a thick purple dildo already attached. Azzi’s eyes darkened.

"On your knees," Paige ordered.

Azzi scrambled into position, face down, ass up. Paige slicked the strap with lube and pressed the head against Azzi’s entrance. She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until her hips met Azzi’s ass.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," Paige groaned.

She started fucking Azzi in deep, steady strokes. Azzi moaned into the pillow, pushing back to meet every thrust. Paige gripped her hips and picked up the pace, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

"Harder—Daddy—please—"

Paige slammed into her, one hand reaching around to rub Azzi’s clit in tight circles. Azzi came again, pussy pulsing around the strap. Paige fucked her through it, then pulled out and flipped Azzi onto her back.

She pushed back inside and fucked her slow and deep, leaning down to kiss her. Azzi wrapped her legs around Paige’s waist and held on.

When Paige finally came—grinding the base of the strap against her own clit—she buried her face in Azzi’s neck and moaned her name.

They lay tangled together afterward, sweat cooling on their skin. City lights painted the ceiling in shifting colors.

Azzi traced lazy circles on her girlfriend's chest. "So… you always take strippers home?"

Paige laughed softly. "Only the ones who look at me like they want to ruin me."

Azzi propped herself up on one elbow. "Mission accomplished?"

Paige rolled them so she was on top again, already reaching for the strap. "Not even close."

Azzi grinned and spread her legs. "Then keep going, baby"

Paige slid back inside her with a slow, filthy smile.

Drafted Hearts

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The UConn women's basketball locker room still smelled like sweat and victory when Paige Bueckers, twenty-four and freshly drafted to the Dallas Wings, watched Azzi Fudd peel off her practice jersey. Azzi was one year younger, still grinding through her senior season, curls wild around her face. 

"You looked good out there," Paige said, voice low. 

Azzi rolled her eyes but smiled. "Save it for when I actually get drafted." 

Paige didn't answer. She already knew what was coming. 

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One year later, the Dallas Wings draft party filled a downtown ballroom with champagne, cameras, and nervous energy. Azzi sat at the head table in a shimmering gold-patterned dress with a halter neck that hugged her curves, her straightened curls falling perfectly down her back. Paige sat beside her in a tailored black suit, one hand resting on Azzi's thigh. 

When the commissioner called Azzi's name, the room erupted. Paige stood first, pulling Azzi into a tight hug before the younger woman even processed what was happening. Cameras flashed. Teammates cheered. Paige leaned in and gave Azzi a short, congratulatory kiss on the lips—nothing too long, just enough to make Azzi's cheeks burn. 

Azzi finally made it back to her seat, heart racing, and Paige leaned in close. 

"Paula's Choice is hosting a private party for you upstairs," Paige whispered. "Come on." 

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The private suite on the top floor was smaller, more intimate. Zaza was already behind the bar mixing drinks. Li sat on the arm of a couch, legs crossed, watching everything with her usual quiet smile. Alysha—Dallas's veteran mother figure—kept one eye on Azzi like she was her own child. Awak lounged in the corner with a beer. Arike and her wife Lala had flown in for the occasion. 

Paige waited until the room quieted. She raised her glass. 

"To Azzi Fudd," Paige said, voice steady. "My teammate. My best friend. The woman who makes every day better just by existing." 

The room cheered. Azzi's eyes were already glassy. 

Paige set her glass down. She reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out a small black box, and dropped to one knee in the middle of the suite. 

"Azzi Fudd," Paige said clearly, opening the box. The diamond caught the light. "Will you marry me?" 

Azzi's hands flew to her mouth. The entire room went silent. 

"Yes," Azzi whispered. Then louder: "Yes. Fuck yes." 

Paige slid the ring onto Azzi's finger and stood, pulling her into a deep kiss while their teammates screamed around them. 

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Wedding planning started the next week. 

Caroline, Azzi's maid of honor, dragged both of them to the first dress fitting. The boutique was small and private, white gowns lining every wall. Azzi stood on a pedestal in a simple sheath dress while the seamstress pinned fabric around her waist. 

Paige sat in a velvet chair, legs spread, watching Azzi's reflection in the three-way mirror. 

"You look fucking incredible," Paige said. 

Azzi caught her eye in the mirror and smirked. "Behave." 

Caroline snorted from the couch. "You two are disgusting." 

The seamstress stepped out to grab more pins. The moment the door closed, Paige stood and crossed the room. She pressed against Azzi's back, hands sliding around to cup her tits through the dress. 

"I want to fuck you in this," Paige murmured against Azzi's ear. "Bend you over that pedestal and make you watch yourself in the mirror while I make you come." 

Azzi's breath hitched. "Paige—" 

"Daddy," Paige corrected, squeezing harder. 

"Daddy," Azzi whispered. "Not here." 

Paige's hand slid lower, pressing between Azzi's legs through layers of fabric. "Then later." 

The seamstress returned before Paige could push further. Azzi's cheeks stayed flushed for the rest of the fitting. 

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Nika, Paige's maid of honor, handled most of the venue scouting. She dragged the couple to a historic estate an hour outside the city, its gardens already blooming for spring. 

"This is it," Nika declared, spinning in a circle on the lawn. "Tell me this isn't perfect." 

Azzi looked at Paige. Paige looked at Azzi. They both nodded. 

Sarah and KK handled the guest list. The UConn team would all be there—former teammates flying in from across the country. KK was already planning to be the life of the party. Sarah, who looked shy but was secretly wild, promised to keep things organized. Kelis, Azzi's lastborn child UConn, had already texted that she wouldn't miss it. 

Dallas teammates RSVP'd quickly. Zaza promised to keep the energy high. Li offered to help with decorations. Alysha texted Azzi directly: "My baby is getting married. I'm crying." Awak just sent a thumbs up. Arike and Lala booked their flights. 

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The second dress fitting happened two weeks later. This time Azzi tried on a more elaborate gown—layers of lace, a long train, delicate beading across the bodice. The seamstress left them alone again while she searched for the right veil. 

Paige didn't waste time. 

She pushed Azzi into the dressing room, locking the door behind them. Azzi's dress was half-unzipped already, hanging off her shoulders. Paige spun her around and pressed her against the mirror, yanking the fabric down to expose her tits. 

"Look at yourself," Paige ordered, voice rough. "Look how fucking pretty you are." 

Azzi watched her own reflection as Paige dropped to her knees and pushed the dress up around her waist. Paige pulled Azzi's panties aside and licked through her folds in one long stroke. 

"Paige—fuck—" 

Paige sucked Azzi's clit into her mouth, two fingers sliding inside her without warning. Azzi's head fell back against the mirror, thighs shaking. Paige fucked her fast and hard, tongue working in tight circles until Azzi came with a broken moan, pussy clenching around Paige's fingers. 

Paige stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "Good girl. Now finish trying on the dress." 

Azzi's legs barely held her as she straightened her clothes. “Okay Daddy” 

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The dress rehearsal was scheduled for the evening before the wedding. Their parents were supposed to arrive early to run through everything, but traffic delayed them by an hour. 

The venue was empty except for Paige, Azzi, Caroline, Nika, and the officiant. Azzi stood at the altar in her full wedding dress, practicing her walk. Paige waited in her black tux, watching every step. 

The officiant stepped away to take a call. Caroline and Nika wandered off to check the sound system. 

Paige grabbed Azzi's hand and pulled her behind a large floral arrangement near the side of the garden. 

"Paige, what are you doing?" Azzi whispered. 

Paige pushed Azzi against the stone wall, hands already hiking up the heavy skirt of the wedding dress. She dropped to her knees again, pushing the fabric up around Azzi's waist. 

"Been thinking about this all day," Paige said, voice low. She pulled Azzi's panties aside and licked through her folds in one long stroke. 

Azzi's hands flew to Paige's hair. "Fuck—Daddy—our parents are going to be here any minute—" 

"Then you better come fast," Paige growled against Azzi's pussy. 

She sucked Azzi's clit into her mouth, two fingers sliding inside her without warning. Azzi bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet as Paige fucked her fast and hard against the wall. Her wedding dress bunched around her waist, lace and silk everywhere. 

Azzi came with a choked moan, thighs shaking around Paige's head. Paige licked her through it, then stood and kissed her hard, letting Azzi taste herself on Paige's tongue. 

"Good girl," Paige whispered. "Now walk down that aisle like nothing happened." 

Azzi's legs were still trembling when their parents finally arrived. 

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Wedding day arrived clear and warm. 

Azzi stood in the bridal suite with Caroline, Sarah, and Nika, the final touches being pinned into her hair. The dress fit perfectly—lace sleeves, fitted bodice, flowing skirt that moved like water when she walked. Her straightened curls had been restyled into soft waves. 

Paige waited at the altar in a black tux, her hands steady even though her heart hammered. When the music started and Azzi appeared at the end of the aisle, Paige's breath caught. 

Azzi walked toward her slowly, eyes locked on Paige's face. When she reached the altar, Paige took both her hands. 

The officiant spoke. Vows were exchanged. Rings slid onto fingers. 

"You may kiss your bride," the officiant said. 

Paige pulled Azzi in and kissed her like they were alone, one hand gripping the small of Azzi's back, the other tangled in her hair. The crowd cheered. 

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The reception lasted four hours. 

Paige and Azzi danced, ate cake, and accepted congratulations from every teammate and former teammate in attendance. KK was the life of the party, dragging people onto the dance floor. Sarah kept things organized in the background. Kelis cried during her toast, calling Azzi her "Mom." Nika made everyone laugh with stories from their freshman year. Alysha gave a speech that had half the room tearing up, calling Azzi her "baby" one last time before she became a Bueckers. 

Zaza kept the energy high with toasts and shots. Li helped with the playlist. Awak and Arike took turns making speeches. Lala pulled Azzi aside to give her advice about married life. 

By the time they escaped to the honeymoon suite, both of them were buzzing. 

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Paige kicked the door shut and immediately pressed Azzi against it, hands already working at the buttons of her dress. 

"I've been waiting all fucking day to get you out of this," Paige growled. 

Azzi helped, shimmying out of the gown until she stood in white lace lingerie—strapless bra, garter belt, stockings, and a thong that barely covered anything. Paige stripped out of her tux in seconds, revealing the sleek purple strap-on she'd had custom made for their wedding night. Azzi's name was inscribed along the shaft in delicate silver lettering. 

"On the bed," Paige ordered. "Hands and knees." 

Azzi climbed onto the massive bed and positioned herself, ass up, face down. Paige yanked the thong aside and pressed the tip of the strap against Azzi's entrance, pushing inside in one smooth thrust. Azzi moaned into the pillows as Paige started fucking her hard and deep. 

"Daddy—fuck—" 

"That's it," Paige grunted, hands gripping Azzi's hips. "Take Daddy's cock." 

Paige fucked her through the first orgasm, then flipped her onto her back and kept going. Azzi's legs wrapped around Paige's waist, pulling her deeper. Paige leaned down and sucked on Azzi's nipple through the lace bra. 

"Gonna put a baby in you," Paige said against Azzi's skin. "Gonna breed this pussy until you're round and full." 

Azzi came again at the words, pussy clenching hard around the strap. Paige fucked her through it, then pulled out and pushed Azzi onto her knees. 

"Open," Paige ordered. 

Azzi opened her mouth and Paige pushed the strap between Azzi's lips. Azzi sucked greedily, tasting her own cum on the purple silicone. Paige held Azzi's head and fucked her throat in shallow thrusts until Azzi was gasping. 

Paige pulled Azzi up and pushed her back onto the bed. They fucked for hours—Azzi on her back, on her stomach, riding Paige's strap while Paige squeezed her ass. Every time Azzi came, Paige kept going, relentless. 

Near dawn, they finally collapsed, Paige still buried inside Azzi, both of them breathing hard. 

Azzi traced patterns on Paige's chest, her voice soft in the quiet room. 

"I want your kids," she said. "Like... really want them. Multiple. I want to have your babies, Paige." 

Paige's hips twitched forward at the words, the strap still deep inside Azzi. 

"Then we'll start trying tonight," Paige said, rolling Azzi onto her back again. "And tomorrow. And the day after that." 

Azzi smiled up at her new wife, legs already spreading. 

"Yes, Daddy." 

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Paige pushed open the front door, practice bag slung over her shoulder. The smell of garlic and herbs hit her immediately. She kicked off her sneakers and followed the sound of soft humming into the kitchen. 

Azzi stood at the stove in one of Paige's old UConn hoodies, her belly round and full with their second child. Lila, their three-year-old, sat at the kitchen table with crayons scattered everywhere, coloring a picture of what looked like a basketball court. 

"Mommy!" Lila shouted when she saw Paige. "Look what I made!" 

Paige crossed the room and kissed the top of Lila's head, then moved behind Azzi at the stove. She wrapped her arms around Azzi's waist, hands resting gently on the swell of her belly. 

"How are my girls?" Paige asked, pressing a kiss to Azzi's neck. 

Azzi leaned back against her. "We're good. This one has been kicking all day." 

Paige's hands moved in slow circles over Azzi's stomach. "She's excited to meet her big sister." 

Lila held up her drawing. "It's us playing basketball! Mommy's belly is in it too." 

Azzi laughed, stirring the sauce. Paige stayed behind her, chin resting on Azzi's shoulder, watching their daughter color and feeling the baby kick against her palm. 

a/n: hey guys, this is the last and final chapter of my little toy. I just don't think it would make sense to continue when there's no plot. Also this is heavy smut as requested, I had this idea and idk if I went a little overboard BUT, yeah.👍

wc: 3.5k.

warnings: heavy smut, dom!paige x sub!azzi, public-ish sex, lots of sex around the house and also paige has a dick.🤭😁

The private garden behind Paige's estate had been transformed into a sea of white roses and lilies. Azzi stood at the altar in a form-fitting white dress that hugged every curve of her body, still soft and sensitive from giving birth to Lila just months earlier. Paige wore a tailored black suit, her cock already thickening as she watched Azzi repeat her vows with a shaky voice.

When the officiant declared them married, Paige yanked Azzi into a bruising kiss, her hand sliding down to grip Azzi's ass possessively in front of the small crowd.

"Mrs. Bueckers," Paige whispered against her lips. "Say it."

"I'm Azzi Bueckers now," Azzi answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reception dragged on for three hours. Paige kept Azzi pressed against her the entire time, dancing with her, feeding her cake, but her hand never left Azzi's body. Every stolen moment alone, Paige ground her hardening cock against Azzi's hip through the layers of fabric.

By the time they returned to the house, Paige's parents had already arrived to collect Lila. The little girl ran to her grandmother with her favorite stuffed bear while Paige's mother kissed both of them and wished them well on their honeymoon, promising to keep Lila for two full weeks.

The moment the door closed behind them, Paige shoved Azzi against the wall.

"Strip," she ordered.

Azzi reached behind her back and unzipped her wedding dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stood in white lace lingerie Paige had chosen weeks ago—a sheer bra that barely contained her swollen breasts, the nipples already dark and visible through the fabric, and a matching thong that disappeared between her ass cheeks. The garter belt sat high on her hips, connected to white stockings that hugged her thighs.

Paige's eyes darkened. She grabbed Azzi's hand and dragged her upstairs to their bedroom, pushing her onto the bed. Paige stripped off her suit quickly, her thick cock springing free, already leaking at the tip.

"On your knees," Paige said.

Azzi slid off the bed and knelt on the carpet. Paige stepped forward and rubbed her cock across Azzi's lips, smearing precum over them. Azzi opened her mouth and Paige pushed inside, groaning as the wet heat surrounded her. She fucked Azzi's mouth in slow, deep strokes, one hand tangled in her hair, holding her steady while she thrust past her tongue and into her throat.

Azzi gagged but didn't pull away. Paige used her mouth for several minutes, watching spit drip down Azzi's chin and onto her lace-covered tits. When Paige pulled out, a string of saliva connected her cock to Azzi's bottom lip.

"Get on the bed. Hands and knees."

Azzi climbed up and positioned herself, ass raised, face pressed into the mattress. Paige yanked the thong aside and lined up, pushing into Azzi's cunt in one smooth thrust. Azzi was already wet, her pussy clenching around Paige's cock as she started to fuck her with hard, steady strokes.

Paige's hands gripped Azzi's hips, pulling her back onto her cock with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Paige reached around and rubbed Azzi's clit, feeling it swell under her fingers.

"You're mine now," Paige growled. "Legally. Completely."

She fucked Azzi through her first orgasm, feeling her pussy spasm and squeeze around her cock. Paige didn't stop. She kept thrusting, drawing it out until Azzi was shaking. When Paige came, she buried herself deep and pumped thick ropes of cum into Azzi's cunt, staying inside while she caught her breath.

They didn't leave the house that night. Paige fucked Azzi in the shower, bent over the bathroom counter, and again on the kitchen table after they tried to eat dinner. Every time Paige came, she stayed buried inside, grinding through her orgasm before starting again.

The next morning they flew to Italy.

The hotel suite in Rome was massive—marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a bed big enough for six people. The moment they walked in, Paige had Azzi against the window, yanking her dress up and pushing her thong aside to fuck her while the city lights twinkled below.

Azzi's hands pressed against the glass as Paige drove into her from behind, deep and rough. Paige reached around and squeezed Azzi's tits through her dress, feeling milk leak through the fabric onto her fingers.

"Everyone can see you," Paige said, thrusting harder. "Anyone looking up right now sees you getting fucked."

Azzi moaned, her pussy clenching at the words. Paige fucked her until she came again, then pulled out and spun her around, pushing her to her knees. Azzi sucked Paige's cock clean, tasting her own cum mixed with Paige's, before Paige pulled her up and carried her to the bed.

Paige stripped Azzi slowly, revealing the black lace lingerie she'd packed for the trip. The bra was see-through, barely covering Azzi's dark nipples. The panties were crotchless, leaving her pussy exposed. Paige pushed Azzi onto her back and spread her legs, lowering her mouth to lick through her folds before sucking on her clit.

Azzi's hands fisted in the sheets as Paige ate her out, tongue working in firm circles. Paige slid two fingers inside her, curling them against her front wall while her tongue kept moving. Azzi came hard, thighs shaking around Paige's head.

Paige climbed up and pushed her cock back inside, fucking Azzi in long, deep strokes. She leaned down and sucked on Azzi's nipple through the lace, milk soaking the fabric as she drank. Azzi held Paige's head to her chest, moaning as Paige switched between her breasts, sucking and licking while her hips kept moving.

They fucked for hours that first night in Italy. Paige took Azzi in every position—on her back with her legs over Paige's shoulders, on her side with Paige spooning her from behind, riding Paige's cock while Paige squeezed her ass. Every time Paige came, she stayed inside, letting her cock soften slowly before getting hard again and starting over.

On the second day, they barely left the room. Paige ordered room service and fucked Azzi while they waited for it to arrive. When the knock came, Paige made Azzi answer the door in just the see-through robe that came with the lingerie set, her body visible through the thin fabric. The delivery person stared, and Paige smiled as she tipped them, then pushed Azzi against the door the moment it closed and fucked her again.

That afternoon, Paige bent Azzi over the balcony railing. The city stretched out below them as Paige thrust into her from behind, one hand covering Azzi's mouth to muffle her moans. Azzi's tits hung over the railing, milk dripping down onto the street far below. Paige came inside her, then pulled out and pushed Azzi to her knees, making her suck her cock while anyone could walk by and see.

Night fell and they moved to the massive bathtub. Paige sat on the edge while Azzi straddled her, sinking down onto her cock. Water sloshed over the sides as Azzi rode her, Paige's hands gripping her hips and guiding her movements. Azzi's breasts bounced with each movement, milk leaking steadily. Paige leaned forward and sucked on her nipples, drinking while Azzi fucked herself on her cock.

They stayed in the tub until the water cooled, then moved back to the bed. Paige fucked Azzi on her stomach, pushing her legs apart and driving in deep. Azzi's face pressed into the pillows as Paige used her, taking what she wanted. When Paige came, she stayed inside and fell asleep still buried in Azzi's cunt.

The third day, Paige woke Azzi by pushing inside her from behind. Azzi was still half-asleep as Paige fucked her slowly, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. Azzi came quietly, her body trembling, before Paige rolled her onto her back and kept going.

They spent the morning in bed. Paige tried every piece of lingerie Azzi had packed—red lace, white satin, black mesh. She fucked Azzi in each one, sometimes pulling the fabric aside, sometimes leaving it on while she thrust into her. Azzi's pussy stayed wet and swollen, cum leaking out every time Paige pulled out only to push back in.

That afternoon they finally left the hotel. Paige took Azzi to a private vineyard outside the city, but they barely made it through the tour before Paige dragged her into an empty storage room and bent her over a barrel. Paige fucked her hard and fast, one hand over Azzi's mouth to keep her quiet while workers moved around outside. When Paige came, she stayed inside until footsteps faded, then pulled out and made Azzi walk back to the car with cum running down her thighs.

Back at the hotel, Paige pushed Azzi onto the bed and ate her out again, tasting her own cum mixed with Azzi's arousal. She made Azzi come twice with her mouth before climbing up and pushing inside again.

"I want you pregnant again," Paige said, thrusting deep. "I want to watch your belly grow while we fuck every day."

Azzi moaned, her pussy clenching around Paige's cock. Paige fucked her through another orgasm, then came inside her, grinding deep as she pumped more cum into Azzi's already flooded cunt.

They spent the rest of the honeymoon in a cycle of fucking, eating, and sleeping. Paige took Azzi in the shower, against the windows, on the floor, in the armchair by the balcony. Every position, every surface. Azzi wore lingerie every day—sometimes just the pieces Paige chose, sometimes nothing at all. Paige's cock stayed hard more often than not, and every time she came, she stayed buried inside Azzi's pussy, refusing to pull out until she was ready to go again.

By the end of the two weeks, Azzi's body was marked with hickeys and fingerprints. Her pussy stayed swollen and sensitive, constantly wet from how often Paige used her. They flew home with Paige's hand between Azzi's legs the entire flight, two fingers buried inside her while Azzi tried to stay quiet.

When they landed, Paige's parents brought Lila back. The little girl ran to them with drawings she'd made, and Paige's mother kissed both of them before leaving. Paige took Lila's hand and led her to the playroom, then turned to Azzi with dark eyes.

"We're going upstairs," Paige said. "Right now."

Azzi followed without argument, already wet at the thought of what would happen next.

The next morning, Paige woke Azzi with her mouth between her legs. Azzi was on her period, her pussy swollen and sensitive, but Paige didn't care. She licked through Azzi's folds, tasting the metallic tang of blood mixed with her arousal, sucking on her clit until Azzi's thighs shook around her head.

"Paige," Azzi gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. "I'm bleeding—"

"I don't give a fuck," Paige said, her voice muffled against Azzi's cunt. She pushed two fingers inside, curling them against Azzi's front wall while her tongue worked in firm circles. "You taste good like this."

Azzi came hard, her pussy clenching around Paige's fingers, blood and cum mixing on Paige's tongue. Paige didn't stop. She kept licking, drinking down everything Azzi gave her, until Azzi was shaking and oversensitive.

Paige climbed up and pushed her cock inside, fucking Azzi slow and deep while blood coated her shaft. Azzi moaned, her pussy clenching around Paige's cock as she thrust in long, steady strokes. Paige reached between them and rubbed Azzi's clit, feeling it swell under her fingers.

"You're so fucking wet," Paige growled, thrusting harder. "I love fucking you when you're like this."

Azzi came again, her pussy spasming around Paige's cock. Paige fucked her through it, then pulled out and pushed Azzi to her knees. Azzi sucked Paige's cock clean, tasting her own blood and cum on Paige's shaft, before Paige pulled her up and pushed her back onto the bed.

They fucked for hours that day. Paige took Azzi in every position, her cock sliding easily through the blood and arousal. Every time Paige came, she stayed buried inside, grinding through her orgasm before starting again.

When Paige finally pulled out, cum and blood leaked from Azzi's pussy onto the floor. Paige watched as Azzi stood up, the mixture dripping down her thighs and onto the carpet.

"Clean it up," Paige ordered. "With your tongue."

Azzi dropped to her hands and knees and began licking the floor, her tongue working in long strokes as she cleaned up the mess. Paige watched from the bed, her cock already hardening again at the sight of Azzi on her knees, licking cum and blood from the carpet.

"Good girl," Paige said, her voice low. "Keep going."

Azzi crawled across the floor, her tongue working methodically as she cleaned every drop. Paige's cock twitched at the sight, and she reached down to stroke herself slowly while watching Azzi work.

"Don't miss any," Paige said. "I want this floor spotless."

Azzi licked and licked, her tongue working over every inch of carpet until the floor was clean. When she finally finished, Paige pulled her back onto the bed and pushed inside her again, fucking her hard and fast while Azzi moaned beneath her.

"You're mine," Paige growled, thrusting deep. "Every part of you. Even when you're bleeding."

Azzi came again, her pussy clenching around Paige's cock. Paige fucked her through it, then came inside her, pumping thick ropes of cum into Azzi's already flooded cunt.

They stayed in bed for the rest of the day, Paige fucking Azzi whenever she wanted, Azzi taking everything Paige gave her. By the time night fell, Azzi's body was marked with hickeys and fingerprints, her pussy swollen and sensitive from hours of use.

Paige pulled Azzi close, her cock still buried inside her, and whispered against her ear.

"We're doing this again tomorrow."

Azzi moaned softly, already wet at the thought.

okayy but what plot do you want me to go with

MY LITTLE TOY PT2.

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a/n: hey guyss so i wanted to do extra crazy smut but i figured this would suffice. Its mostly just paige taking care of azzi.

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The morning sickness hit Azzi in week six. She woke in the silk sheets, the taste of bile sharp on her tongue, and staggered to the bathroom. Paige found her there, knees on cold tile, one hand braced against the marble sink.

"You're late," Paige said from the doorway, voice flat.

Azzi wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. "I know."

Paige crossed the room, crouched, and pressed two fingers under Azzi's chin, tilting her face up. The hazel eyes were glassy, the skin beneath them bruised from lack of sleep. Paige studied her for a long moment, then stood.

"Get dressed. We're going downstairs."

The clinic was hidden behind a false wall in the sub-basement. A doctor Paige paid in cash and silence performed the blood draw while Azzi lay on the narrow table, staring at the ceiling tiles. When the results came back positive, Paige's mouth curved in something that wasn't quite a smile.

"Mine," she said quietly, as if testing the word.

Azzi didn't answer. She kept her gaze on the ceiling until the doctor left the room.

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Over the next weeks the cage softened further. Paige moved Azzi into the master suite. The windows stayed locked, but the silk robes were replaced with softer cotton dresses that hid the slight swell beginning to show beneath Azzi's navel. Meals arrived on trays with extra protein and fresh fruit. Paige stopped drinking wine in the evenings; instead she watched Azzi eat, one hand resting on the growing curve of her stomach when they sat together on the couch.

The first time Azzi felt the baby move, she was alone. She pressed her palm to the spot just above her hip and felt the flutter again, small and insistent. When Paige returned that night, Azzi took her wrist and placed it there without speaking. Paige's fingers spread wide, feeling the tiny kick against her palm. Something in her expression cracked open.

"Strong," she murmured.

Azzi swallowed. "Like you."

They didn't fuck that night. Paige simply held her from behind, one arm draped over the bump, the other hand stroking slow circles over Azzi's breast until she fell asleep.

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By month five the sickness had passed. Azzi's body had changed in ways that made the old silk and lace useless. Her breasts were heavier, the areolas darker. Paige bought new lingerie in soft pastels that stretched over the curve of her belly and framed the fullness of her chest. Azzi wore them without protest now.

One evening Paige came home early. She found Azzi standing in front of the full-length mirror, turning sideways to study the pronounced swell. Paige stepped up behind her, slid both hands under the swell, and lifted gently, easing the weight.

"Hurts?" she asked.

"A little."

Paige's thumbs stroked the underside of Azzi's belly in slow arcs. Azzi leaned back against her, eyes half-lidded. Paige's mouth found the side of her neck, teeth grazing the tendon there, then softer kisses trailing down to the collarbone. Azzi's breath hitched when Paige's hand slid lower, cupping her through the thin fabric of the panties.

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"Can I?" Paige asked against her skin.

Azzi nodded.

Paige eased the panties down Azzi's thighs and helped her step out of them. She guided Azzi to the bed, arranging pillows behind her back so the swell of her stomach rested comfortably. Then Paige knelt between her spread thighs and lowered her mouth.

The first slow lick made Azzi's hips twitch. Paige held her open with gentle fingers, tongue moving in deliberate strokes over the swollen clit, then lower to taste the slick gathering at her entrance. Azzi's hands fisted in the sheets. She was more sensitive now; every pass of Paige's tongue sent sparks up her spine. When Paige slid two fingers inside her, curling them against the front wall, Azzi came with a broken sound, thighs trembling around Paige's head.

Paige didn't push for more. She kissed the inside of Azzi's thigh, then crawled up to lie beside her, one hand resting protectively over the bump.

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Month seven brought new discomforts. Azzi's back ached constantly. Paige learned to rub the base of her spine in slow circles while Azzi lay on her side. The sex stayed gentle—Paige on her back, Azzi straddling her hips, rocking slowly while Paige's hands supported the heavy belly. Azzi came quietly, forehead pressed to Paige's collarbone, breathing through the aftershocks. Paige followed soon after, gripping Azzi's hips and spilling inside her with a low groan.

They didn't talk about the future. The world outside the locked doors remained gray and distant. Inside, the nursery took shape one piece at a time: a crib Paige assembled herself, soft blankets in neutral colors, a rocking chair that Azzi claimed for afternoon naps.

The night Azzi's water broke, Paige was already home. She drove them to a private clinic two hours away, one hand on Azzi's thigh the entire ride. Labor lasted fourteen hours. Paige stayed at the head of the bed, letting Azzi crush her fingers during each contraction, murmuring quiet encouragement against her damp hair.

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When the baby finally came—a girl with Paige's sharp jaw and Azzi's hazel eyes—Paige cut the cord with steady hands. She held the newborn against her chest while the nurses cleaned Azzi up, then placed the bundle in Azzi's arms.

Azzi stared down at the tiny face. "What do we name her?"

Paige brushed a knuckle over the baby's cheek. "Whatever you want."

Azzi looked up at her, exhausted but clear-eyed. "Elena. After my mother."

Paige nodded once. "Elena it is."

They returned to the estate three days later. The cage doors stayed open now. Azzi walked the halls with Elena strapped to her chest, Paige a silent shadow at her back. The empire continued outside these walls, but inside, the three of them carved out something that looked almost like peace.

One night, weeks after the birth, Azzi stood at the nursery window watching the moon. Paige came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist.

"You could leave," Paige said quietly. "I wouldn't stop you."

Azzi turned in her arms. "And take Elena where? Back to the world that killed my father?"

Paige's jaw tightened. Azzi reached up and smoothed the tension away with her thumb.

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"I'm not leaving," she said. "Not anymore."

Paige kissed her then, slow and deep, one hand cradling the back of Azzi's head. When they broke apart, Azzi rested her forehead against Paige's chest.

"Stay with me tonight," she whispered.

Paige lifted her carefully and carried her to the bedroom. They moved together in the dark, careful of Azzi's still-tender body. Paige's mouth mapped every new curve, every stretch mark, every place that had changed. Azzi guided Paige's hand between her legs, rocking against her fingers until she came with a soft cry. Paige followed, buried deep inside her, forehead pressed to Azzi's shoulder.

Afterward they lay tangled together, Elena's soft breathing audible through the monitor on the nightstand.

"I love you," Azzi said into the dark.

Paige's arm tightened around her. "I know."

Outside, the city lights flickered. Inside, the three of them slept.

she broke the record for most 3pts in a single game

Warnings: One kiss, romantic tension, ambiguous feelings, mostly platonic friendship, pining, no explicit content.

wc: 1.1k

Chapter One — Different Courts 

Paige had always hated goodbyes. 

Not the casual ones. 

The easy ones. 

The see you tomorrow kind. 

She could handle those. 

It was the ones that came with packed boxes, airport terminals, and people promising things they weren't completely sure they could keep that she hated. 

This one was the worst. 

“You're really leaving.” 

Azzi stood in the middle of Paige's bedroom with her arms crossed, staring at the half-empty closet. 

Paige looked over her shoulder. 

“Yeah.” 

“Like... actually leaving.” 

“That's generally how college works.” 

Azzi rolled her eyes. 

“You know what I mean.” 

Paige smiled. 

She knew. 

For the past eighteen years, they'd lived close enough that seeing each other was never something they had to think about. 

They'd grown up together. 

Elementary school. 

Middle school. 

Countless summer afternoons. 

Driveway basketball until someone yelled at them to come inside. 

Sleepovers that turned into accidental all-nighters. 

Their first real argument. 

Their first tournament wins. 

Their worst losses. 

Everything. 

Azzi had been there for all of it. 

And now Paige was leaving for Connecticut. 

UConn. 

The school she'd dreamed about for years. 

The school she'd worked her entire life to reach. 

She should have been nothing but excited. 

Instead, every time she looked at Azzi, she felt something heavy settle in her chest. 

Azzi picked up one of Paige's sweatshirts. 

“You're taking this?” 

“Obviously.” 

“You have like twenty.” 

“And?” 

“You can't possibly need all of them.” 

Paige walked over and took it from her. 

“This one's important.” 

Azzi raised an eyebrow. 

“Why?” 

Paige shrugged. 

“You gave it to me.” 

Azzi's expression softened. 

“Oh.” 

“Don't make it weird.” 

“I wasn't.” 

“You were.” 

“I wasn't.” 

Paige smiled. 

“Sure.” 

Azzi threw a pillow at her. 

Paige caught it. 

“Violence?” 

“You deserve it.” 

“I'm leaving tomorrow.” 

“Exactly.” 

Paige laughed. 

Then the room went quiet. 

Azzi looked around. 

There were boxes everywhere. 

Photos taped to the wall. 

An old basketball sitting in the corner. 

Two trophies on the dresser that they'd won at different tournaments but insisted belonged to both of them. 

Paige followed her gaze. 

“You okay?” 

Azzi nodded. 

“Yeah.” 

“Liar.” 

Azzi sighed. 

“I just don't like this.” 

“Me neither.” 

“You're going to be so far away.” 

“It's not that far.” 

“It's literally another state.” 

“Still.” 

“P.” 

“What?” 

“You can't say 'still' like Connecticut is next door.” 

Paige laughed quietly. 

“I'll call you.” 

“Every day?” 

“Every day.” 

“Even when you're busy?” 

“Especially when I'm busy.” 

Azzi looked at her. 

“You promise?” 

Paige held out her pinky. 

Azzi stared at it. 

“You're eighteen.” 

“So?” 

“That's something we did when we were eight.” 

“And?” 

Azzi smiled despite herself. 

She hooked her pinky around Paige's. 

“Fine.” 

“Every day.” 

“Every day.” 

“And if you miss a call—” 

“I know.” 

“You owe me.” 

“What?” 

“Food.” 

Azzi laughed. 

“That's your condition?” 

“Absolutely.” 

“You're ridiculous.” 

“And you're going to miss me.” 

Azzi looked at her. 

“Obviously.” 

Something about the way she said it made Paige's smile disappear for half a second. 

Because she knew Azzi meant it. 

And suddenly the whole thing felt real. 

Tomorrow, she would be gone. 

She'd have a new dorm. 

New teammates. 

New classes. 

New coaches. 

A completely different life. 

And Azzi would still be here. 

Finishing high school. 

Playing basketball. 

Living the life they'd always assumed would somehow continue alongside each other. 

Paige squeezed her pinky. 

“I'll come home.” 

Azzi nodded. 

“You better.” 

The next morning came too quickly. 

Paige's parents loaded the last box into the car while she stood outside, staring at the house. 

Azzi was beside her. 

Neither had said much. 

Eventually, Azzi broke the silence. 

“So.” 

“So.” 

“This is it.” 

“Apparently.” 

Azzi kicked at a pebble. 

“Don't become one of those college people.” 

Paige laughed. 

“What does that mean?” 

“You know.” 

“I don't.” 

“Don't forget me.” 

Paige's expression softened. 

“I couldn't.” 

Azzi looked down. 

“You say that now.” 

“I mean it.” 

There was a pause. 

Then Azzi reached into her bag and pulled something out. 

A bracelet. 

Simple. 

Black cord with a tiny silver basketball charm. 

Paige stared at it. 

“What's this?” 

“For you.” 

“You made this?” 

“Maybe.” 

Paige held out her wrist. 

Azzi tied it carefully. 

“There.” 

Paige looked at it. 

“Now you have to wear it.” 

“I was planning on it.” 

“Every day.” 

“Every day.” 

Azzi smiled. 

Then Paige pulled her into a hug. 

It wasn't a quick goodbye hug. 

It was long. 

The kind where neither person wanted to be the first to let go. 

Azzi buried her face against Paige's shoulder. 

Paige closed her eyes. 

“I'll call you when I get there.” 

“Okay.” 

“And when I get settled.” 

“Okay.” 

“And after practice.” 

“Okay.” 

“And—” 

“P.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Go.” 

Paige laughed softly. 

“Okay.” 

She pulled away. 

For a moment, they just looked at each other. 

Then Azzi smiled. 

“Go be great.” 

Paige smiled back. 

“You too.” 

Three weeks later, Paige was sitting on the floor of her UConn dorm room when her phone buzzed. 

Azzi ❤️ 

Paige answered immediately. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi.” 

“You sound weird.” 

“I have news.” 

Paige sat up. 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing bad.” 

“Then what?” 

Azzi was quiet for a second. 

Then she said it. 

“I committed.” 

Paige froze. 

“To where?” 

Azzi laughed. 

“Guess.” 

Paige's heart started beating faster. 

“No.” 

“Guess.” 

“There's no way.” 

“Guess.” 

“UConn?” 

Azzi laughed. 

“UConn.” 

Paige shot to her feet. 

“YOU'RE COMING HERE?” 

“Yes!” 

“When?” 

“Next year.” 

Paige started pacing around the room. 

“Oh my God.” 

“I know.” 

“Oh my God.” 

“I know!” 

“You're going to be a Husky.” 

“I'm going to be a Husky.” 

Paige laughed so hard she had to sit back down. 

For the first time since she'd arrived in Connecticut, the distance didn't feel quite so enormous. 

Azzi was coming. 

Not tomorrow. 

Not next month. 

But eventually. 

There was suddenly a future she could picture. 

Azzi walking through the same halls. 

Azzi sitting in the same gym. 

Azzi wearing the same colors. 

Azzi being here. 

With her. 

“Hey,” Azzi said. 

“Yeah?” 

“Don't think I'm only coming because of you.” 

Paige smiled. 

“I know.” 

“I mean it.” 

“I know.” 

“I want this.” 

Paige looked down at the bracelet around her wrist. 

“I know you do.” 

“And you're going to have to show me everything.” 

“Everything?” 

“Everything.” 

Paige smiled. 

“Deal.” 

Azzi laughed. 

“Good.” 

They stayed on the phone for another two hours. 

They talked about classes. 

Basketball. 

Dorms. 

The future. 

Everything and nothing. 

And when they finally hung up, Paige lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. 

For the first time since she'd left home, she didn't feel like something was missing. 

Azzi wasn't here yet. 

But she was coming. 

And somehow, that was enough. 

MY LITTLE TOY

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a/n: hey guys, first time ever posting my fics, I usually just write for fun. But this is my first time doing smut so chill on me. I hope you like it!😜. Also pt2?

content: mafiabosspaige x officeworkerazzi, a whole lotta smut, sexual content, dompaige, subazzi, and umm paige has a dick, rape warning aswell.

word count: 2.1k

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The office smelled of old paper and fresh copper. A single lamp cast a harsh, yellow circle over the mahogany desk where a man lay slumped, his chest a ruin of red. Paige stood over him, her black suit pristine except for a few stray droplets on her cuff. She held a silenced pistol with a steady grip, her eyes as cold as winter moonlight.

The heavy oak door creaked open. Azzi stood there, a stack of files clutched to her chest, her breath hitching in a ragged gasp. The files slid from her numb fingers, scattering like white birds across the carpet. Paige turned slowly. She didn't flinch. She didn't hide the weapon. She simply watched the terror bloom in Azzi's wide, hazel eyes.

"You were supposed to be at lunch," Paige said.

Her voice was a low, melodic rasp that vibrated in the small room. Azzi backed away, her heels clicking frantically against the floor.

"I forgot my keys. I just came back for my keys."

 Paige stepped forward, the gun still leveled, though her expression shifted from cold indifference to a predatory curiosity. She tracked the way Azzi's throat bobbed as she swallowed, the way her chest heaved beneath a cream-colored blouse.

"Now you've seen the mess," Paige murmured.

She closed the distance in three long, predatory strides, pinning Azzi against the doorframe. The cold metal of the barrel pressed firmly against Azzi's chin, forcing her to look up.

"Usually, I clean up all witnesses. It's tidier that way."

Azzi trembled, a sob catching in her throat. "Please. I won't tell anyone. I swear." 

Paige leaned in, the scent of expensive sandalwood and gunpowder enveloping Azzi. She let her gaze wander over the curve of Azzi's lips, the flushed heat of her cheeks. A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corner of Paige's mouth.

"You have a very pretty face, Azzi. It would be such a waste to put a hole in it."

"What do you want?" Azzi whispered.

"I think I'll keep you," Paige decided. "A little bird in a gilded cage. My personal toy."

The transition was a blur of terror and velvet. Paige didn't take her to a dungeon; she took her to a penthouse that overlooked the city like a throne.  

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For the first three days, Azzi lived in a state of vibrating anxiety. She was given silk robes and gourmet meals, but the doors were locked, and the windows were reinforced. Paige visited her every evening. She didn't touch her at first. She simply watched her, drinking wine and talking about the empire she ran with an iron fist.

"Why aren't you screaming?" Paige asked on the third night, lounging in a leather armchair.

"Where would I go?" Azzi replied, her voice small.

She sat on the edge of the massive bed, clutching the silk sheets to her chest.

"True. You're trapped. But you're starting to look at me differently, Azzi. The fear is still there, but there's something else. Curiosity? Hunger?"

"I hate you," Azzi lied, though her heart hammered against her ribs. Paige stood up and walked toward her, the air in the room thickening. She reached out, her thumb tracing the line of Azzi's jaw.

"Hate is such a passionate emotion. It's only a thin veil for desire." Paige's hand slid down, gripping Azzi's thigh and pulling her forward.

Azzi gasped, trying to push her away, but Paige's strength was absolute. The Mafia boss leaned down, her lips brushing against Azzi's ear.

"I want to show you something, little bird. Something that makes me different from any woman you've ever known." Paige reached for the fastening of her trousers.

As the fabric fell away, Azzi's eyes widened. She froze, her breath stopping entirely. There, thick and pulsing with a heavy vein, was a cock. It was fully erect, a deep, flushed red, leaking a bead of clear pre-cum from the slit. It looked incongruous yet powerful, a weapon of pleasure attached to a feminine frame.

"What... what are you?" Azzi stammered, her face heating up.

"I am whatever I want to be," Paige whispered. She gripped Azzi's hips and pulled her flush against the hardness.

"And right now, I want to be the thing that breaks you."

The first time was a collision of panic and sudden, overwhelming sensation. Paige didn't ask; she took. She stripped Azzi with efficient, rough movements, tossing the silk robe aside. She pushed Azzi back onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

"No, please," Azzi whimpered, though she didn't fight as hard as she should have. 

Paige ignored the plea, her tongue swirling over Azzi's nipples, pulling them into her mouth and sucking hard. Azzi let out a sharp cry, her back arching. The sensation was electric, sending sparks crashing through her nerves. Paige moved down, her fingers diving between Azzi's legs. She found the clit, rubbing it with a rhythmic, punishing pressure that had Azzi sobbing.

"You're so wet for me," Paige noted, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Your body knows exactly what it wants, even if your mouth is still lying." Paige positioned herself, the head of her cock brushing against Azzi's soaking entrance.

She pushed in slowly, a steady, relentless pressure. Azzi screamed, her eyes rolling back as the girth stretched her open. It felt too big, an invasive force that filled every vacant space inside her. "Stop, it's too much," Azzi gasped, though she was already grinding her hips upward, instinctively seeking more. "Shh. Just take it," Paige commanded. She began to move, slow and deep. 

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Each thrust was a seismic shift, the thick shaft sliding through the viscous cream of Azzi's arousal. The sound was wet and rhythmic, a squelching noise that echoed in the silent room. Paige's balls slapped against Azzi's perineum with every plunge, a heavy, meaty sound that drove Azzi further into a haze of pleasure.

"God, you're so tight," Paige groaned, her composure finally cracking.

"I can feel your walls clamping around me." Paige picked up the pace, her thrusts becoming frantic and overzealous.

At one point, she pushed too hard, the cock slipping out entirely with a loud, wet pop. She didn't pause, immediately driving back in, the friction creating a searing heat.

Azzi's cries turned into incoherent moans. She stopped fighting and started clinging, her legs wrapping around Paige's waist, pulling her deeper.

"Please, don't stop. Don't stop!" Azzi begged.

 Paige let out a low growl, her movements becoming a blur of skin and sweat. She hit Azzi's cervix with a blunt force that made the girl's toes curl and her vision go white. The friction was intense, the shlicking sound of their joining filling the air. Paige's breathing was ragged, her chest heaving against Azzi's breasts.

With one final, deep surge, Paige stiffened. She let out a guttural shout, her body shaking as she pumped load after load of hot, thick semen deep into Azzi's womb. Azzi shivered, her own orgasm crashing over her in waves, her internal muscles pulsing rhythmically around the invading cock. They lay there for a long time, tangled and glistening with sweat and fluids. Paige didn't move, staying buried inside her.

"Do you still hate me?" Paige asked, her voice soft now, almost tender.

Azzi didn't answer for a while. She processed the feeling of the seed leaking out of her, the lingering ache in her hips, and the strange, terrifying realization that she wanted it again.

"I think I do," Azzi whispered, thoughts of hate clouding her mind, though she leaned up to kiss Paige's neck.  

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Over the next few weeks, the dynamic shifted. The cage was still there, but the locks felt less like a prison and more like a sanctuary. Azzi found herself craving the moments when Paige returned. She began to dress in the clothes Paige bought for her—sheer fabrics and lace that left little to the imagination. She stopped asking to go home. The world outside felt gray and dull compared to the vivid, dangerous intensity of Paige's presence.

One afternoon, Azzi waited for her in the bedroom, sprawled across the silk sheets with her legs spread wide, exposing her glistening pussy to the door. When Paige entered, she stopped, her eyes darkening as she took in the sight.

"You've become a very greedy little thing, haven't you?" Paige remarked, tossing her blazer onto a chair.

"I'm hungry," Azzi replied, her voice bold. "Come here and feed me." 

Paige didn't need to be told twice. She stripped quickly, her cock springing free, already hard and weeping pre-cum. She crawled over Azzi, the weight of her body a comforting pressure.

"I'm going to ruin you today," Paige promised. She started with her mouth, her tongue flicking over Azzi's clit with surgical precision. Azzi arched her back, her fingers digging into Paige's shoulders. The taste of her own arousal mixed with the scent of Paige's skin was an intoxicant.

"I want it inside," Azzi moaned. "Now, Paige. Please." Paige shifted, guiding her cock to the entrance. She didn't go slow this time. She slammed into her with a single, powerful thrust that knocked the wind out of Azzi. The sound was a loud, wet slap, the impact sending a jolt of pure electricity through Azzi's spine.

"Yes! Just like that!" Azzi screamed.

The sex was more visceral now, stripped of the initial fear and replaced with a raw, mutual hunger. Paige hammered into her, the sound of their bodies colliding becoming a frantic percussion. Squelching noises filled the room as Paige's cock slid in and out of the drenched canal, dragging air and lubricant with it.

"You love this, don't you?" Paige gasped, her voice strained. "You love being my toy."

"I love you," Azzi sobbed, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Paige froze for a split second, her eyes searching Azzi's.

The coldness was gone, replaced by a fierce, possessive heat. She leaned down, kissing Azzi deeply. Their tongues clashed and danced, exchanging saliva in a messy, desperate hunger. Paige sucked on Azzi's tongue, pulling it into her mouth with a wet, slurping sound.

"You're mine," Paige whispered against her lips. "Every inch of you belongs to me."

"I'm yours," Azzi whimpered. Paige accelerated her pace, her hips blurring. She gripped Azzi's thighs, pinning them back toward her ears to gain a deeper angle.

The friction was immense, the heat between them bordering on painful. Azzi could feel every ridge of Paige's shaft, the way it stretched her to the absolute limit. As the climax approached, Paige began to growl, a primal sound that vibrated through both of them. She pushed one last time, burying herself to the hilt, her balls slamming hard against Azzi's skin.

"Cum for me, Azzi! Now!" Azzi screamed, her entire body convulsing as a massive orgasm ripped through her.

At the same moment, Paige erupted, her cock pulsing violently as she filled Azzi with a torrent of hot seed. They collapsed together, their breathing heavy and synchronized, the smell of sex and musk heavy in the air. As they lay there, Paige brushed a stray hair from Azzi's forehead. The Mafia boss's expression was no longer that of a captor, but of a woman who had found something she didn't know she needed.

"I think I'll keep you forever," Paige whispered. Azzi smiled, closing her eyes and pressing herself closer to the woman who had stolen her life and given her a new, darker, and far more satisfying one.

US, EVENTUALLY 

Before UConn, before the packed arenas and the pressure of college basketball, there were just Paige and Azzi. 

Best friends. Teammates. Practically inseparable. 

Then Paige leaves for UConn, and suddenly the girl who's always been beside her is miles away. 

They promise nothing will change. 

They'll call every day. They'll stay close. They'll make the distance work. 

And for a while, they do. 

But distance changes people. So does growing up. 

When Azzi eventually commits to UConn, they're finally in the same place again—but things aren't quite the same anymore. 

Because somewhere between late-night conversations, basketball, jealousy, arguments, and stolen moments, their friendship begins to become something more. 

They'll fall in love. 

They'll fall apart.