#azzi

“we go again ova and ova, know she my opponent…” 𝄞

PRIDE MONTH SPECIAL ⋆.˚ ✦

𑣲 pairing paigebueckers x azzifudd

𑣲 summary the night of THAT party.

𑣲 WARNINGS nasty grown womennnn smut. porn with lilbitty plot. hair pullingggg. car tease. pure fucking. tongue kissing. spit. small buttstuff. crying. teasing. overstim just a little. shower sex? over and over. daddy use.

𑣲 AUTHORS NOTE getting cracked to this song probably top 5. happy pride monthhhhhh from a freaky lesbian<3.

𑣲 WORD COUNT 6.4K

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So heavy. Azzi Fudd felt so heavy as she rested her head back against the leathered seats of her girlfriends car, she was sitting pretty in the passenger but her head continued to lull side to side as if she couldn’t sit still. Her party was amazing, it honestly turned out way better than she thought it would’ve, nobody had missed to remind her that she was having the party of the season and it only just began. It only fueled her confidence when Dallas offered her that extra plane ticket so that she could be flown in, the idea had been sprouting from that point forward and she had a certain blonde who pushed her to really make it happen. The night was leaving her limp though, the car tires eating up the miles as Paige had kept one hand steady on the wheel whilst the other absentmindedly twirled a pointer finger against her leg—gripping the meat there occasionally before soothing it again with her hand, each time she squeezed her it only made Azzi’s mind melt.

Paige had been so good to her all night, she couldn’t ask for any better support from anyone breathing because she had everything she needed within her. Paige only went with a ring on her pointer finger, the veins in her hand strong just tempting enough to make Azzi’s body ache in need. The night had been over with, at least on their end, everyone was looking for the next spot to hit up but the couple was calling its dues. Not to mention, it was going on two in the morning, the mellow sound of Drake’s voice was soft in the car making them both solemn in the comfortable silence.

“Mmm,” Azzi groaned, the liquor continuing to keep her eyes dazed as she moved her hand to the lever on the side of her seat allowing it to sink back. “You good?” Paige questioned, her voice sounding so comforting aside the music making Azzi eyes blink open entirely with a slow shake of her head.

“Tell me what’s wrong baby.” The question was simple enough but her mind was far gone now, holding onto anytime she spoke. “I’m uncomfortable, way too many clothes on.” Azzi lifted her head looking down at the outfit that shimmered every time they went under a street light, the quality of it was a rough texture which explains why she’d been so thankful for the white shorts underneath it. The Prada pumps had already been discarded and in the backseat as soon as she got inside the car, it was a good twenty minute drive back to the hotel they had been staying at and Azzi was just ready to strip herself of everything.

“Take em’ off.” Azzi licked her lips, the small slither of her stomach rising and falling, she only needed a few seconds to think about it. Suddenly, all that weakness still made her move to lift her hips and pull the pants down her thighs showcasing her smooth golden skin with the small lighting the dashboard gave them. It felt so much better even though the leather made her hiss from how cold it’d been but she still braced herself correctly anyway, her eyes peering over at the blonde who was still in her suit but skin had still been flushed and hair frizzed from all her moving tonight. She looked so good even doing something as simple as driving, her features were even more sharp, she was driving Azzi crazy on the low.

It made Azzi move first, grabbing onto the wrist that had moved to the cup holder from her getting undressed. Azzi tugged at her sleeve, making the collar of it flick backwards so that her wrist had enough room to move accordingly. Paige looked over at her, the smile on her lips kept to a minimum as she licked over them letting her girl use her hand to her liking. The other hand firm on the wheel, sitting back in the drivers seat as she tried to keep her eyes on the road ahead. “I need more help.” Azzi whispered, her tongue coming out then to drag it up both her pointer and middle finger, the spit she left there extra slick when she took both fingers into her mouth briefly.

Paige felt herself dripping, keeping her legs spread accordingly with her mouth being hung open briefly from her acts. “You can help me?” Paige nodded her head, allowing her to guide her hand between her legs yet Azzi had been the one to push the thong to the side for her pussy to be on display. Azzi pressed the two fingers to her clit, her bottom lip sucking into her mouth as she moved her wrist in slow circles before Paige took over to apply more pressure. “Soakin’ wet baby, you been like this all night?” Paige flicked her eyes briefly only able to catch a few seconds of her before she had to look back at the road, it was a highway it’ll probably be no stop lights for a minute but she kept her pressure consistent regardless.

The stimulation of it was enough to make Azzi’s free hand reach back up, gripping on the head rest of the seat like she could fall over just as her hips tilted accordingly so that her legs were braced wider and the blonde had enough room. “Yess—fuuck baby” She melted into her seat with feeling her speed up, Azzi looked downwards again just to catch the ring glistening on her finger those same veins flexing everytime she pressed circles into her. Her hand was so big—Azzi bit her lip again when she slid her middle finger inside, making her take all of it just to hear how wet her pussy sounded everytime she played with her entrance.

“Oh my God” Azzi sighed with two entire fingers sliding inside of her now, lifting up her shirt with both her hands just so she could massage her chest into her hands making her climax approach quicker than she’d liked. She squeezed at her chest, just as her fingers fucked into her repeatedly, her moans like music to Paige’s ears.

The stop light had finally approached, drowning them in a red light just as Paige came to a rolling stop, the car hadn’t even stopped completely before she was turning and using the other hand she had to spread Azzi’s legs wider. Azzi doey hues lifted reading nothing but that pure bliss as Paige eyes found the mess between her legs first, she pursed her lips to allow the spit to fall before her tongue came out lastly allowing it to stretch and fall to her clit. Paige licked her lips as she spread her pussy entirely, using a single pointer finger to tease her clit. “Paigeyy” Azzi moaned, her toes curling at the edge of the seat from the ache it was taking from holding them up and from how good her fingers felt when she twisted them inside of her. Both fingers practically digging deep enough—scooping at her Gspot making her eyes roll, moving a hand from her chest to rest on the top of her humongous hand between her legs.

“You been round our friends—talkin to any and everybody and pussy just wet like this?” She questioned her in a mumbled state, eyes flicking to her girls lips just as her tongue came out to lick them as her head went up and down.

“You gonna cum?” Paige whispered to her, two fingers easing right back inside of her warmth making her groan from how warm she was. Azzi head instantly went up and down, it was embarrassing with how close she was. “Ask me then.”

Azzi huffed her last breath. “Can I cum? Please—plea—,” Her words cut off from her two fingers repeatedly filling her, sighing as her body locked against the seat. Just then, Paige pulled her fingers out so abruptly making her choke on her own breath and the sudden slap to her pussy made her flinch as she whimpered from the loss. The girl even trying to reach for her hand again and bring her back into place but Paige gripped her wrist, shaking her head. “What did I do? I didn’t even do anythingg.” Azzi whined but it only made Paige smirk instead of feeling sorry, the light had flashed green making the blonde sit up straight and bring the other free hand back to the wheel.

She didn’t even expect her girl to be so bold, feeding into it only briefly before she killed it. “Patience is key baby.”

• • •

As soon as they got inside, no time had been wasted to make it to the bedroom. The hotel smelled crisped of air conditioner and the vanilla perfume Azzi decided on quick before they left, the world had been spinning for them both but every stumble had one of them making sure to catch the other. They were slipping messily down the hallway with taking off their clothes leaving a trail in their wake to the hotels bedroom, it was a mess and Paige had strapped up quickly. The room had still been spinning clockwise even when Azzi dug her hips forward deeper, the feeling making Azzi’s head spin as her head tipped backwards whilst both hands slid down her girls legs as she leaned back on her hands, she squeezed the blondes ankles when she felt Paige grip tighten on her hips.

Azzi moved fluidly, breaths sharp everytime she inhaled making her chest rise and fall whilst her eyes continued to low from the girth stretching her open. It felt so good to her, the 8inches fit her perfectly everytime making her pussy swallow the entire length everytime she breached downwards. “Shiitt bro, f—fuuckk” Paige felt when she met her in the middle, the strap pressing against her sticky pussy whenever she thrust forward making her chase her with it everytime the brunette hips came forward. “Baby” Paige breathed, stuttering on the breath that came out after that off Azzi slowing just to use her entire body to roll her hips forward.

Her knees never left her sides as her chest rolled upwards firstly before her hips did being sure to make a show of it for her girl underneath her. Paige eyes blinked as a hand moved from her hip to ease up her flat stomach, her large hand coming up to squeeze against her chest making Azzi moan from her tight grip. “You look so perfect” Azzi whispered, hips flexing once she pushed forward. “Does it feel good baby?” Azzi asked her pushing herself up off her legs, the exhaustion could be heard in her voice but she had been pushing herself past it just to hear her girls moans in her ear as she pressed up against her. Paige whispering how good she felt around her only made her wetter, both hands holding onto her ass now to push her forward against her.

Paige suddenly guiding her hips upwards to make it go deeper made Azzi gasp, her breath repeatedly getting caught in her throat as she felt her fucking back underneath her just for Paige to slip her head back and catch her lips between her exhale. The kiss a mess just as their mouths dragging together; the brunette faltering with it having to exhale into her mouth when she slapped her ass. “Kiss me back.” Paige mumbled, head tilting ajar to only catch her lips again in a deep kiss even when she felt her nails scratching into her shoulder blades it only made her groan as the brunette bounced from how hard she was fucking her.

“Fuuuckkkk” Azzi head craned up, her eyes rolling as her orgasm washed over her before she could even voice it. Paige felt it, she felt her wetness drenching her thighs and the slight twitch in her back that showed she came. Paige wasted no time just to lift her up completely from her lap; they were moving before Azzi could’ve even register it just for Paige to spin her and make her bend against the wall next to the broad window. Azzi instantly assumed position, hands flat against the wall as she leaned forward with her feet planted beneath her.

It was like she had all the energy in the world, her legs so weak but she felt that tip nudging her entrance making her groan from the teasing. “I just wanna see you take it baby, thas’ okay?” Azzi hummed, her words lazy even coming out her mouth. “Yess, please just put it inside me” She begged, she wanted to feel it so bad that she felt her core clenching from it just for her head to dip forward when Paige thrusted inside of her. The blonde was using her legs, dipping low before she thrusted inside of her, her slick making her slide in and out so easy.

The arch she kept in her back was deep as her cheek pressed up against the wall, her sighs leaving her chest repeatedly as she felt her so deep in her stomach. Paige pushed with more force when she felt her getting comfortable allowing the small noise to form with her ass meeting her abs, she swear she could feel how tight Azzi was holding her, she was squeezing her strap even with her fucking back with the force. Paige hand came back quick, slapping her ass the burning sensation shooting straight to her pussy. Azzi felt her own legs tremble like she was close to falling, her eyes shutting from the pleasure the soft curses coming from her mouth just soft enough but Paige could hear her every time.

Azzi felt her hands skimming up her back; trailing like slow snails before she braced her hands against her shoulders, pulling her with a subtle tug making Azzi continuously meet her thrust in the middle. “Oh my God—ohhh Paige baby” Azzi groaned, her knees buckling because of the blonde giving her zero breaks. The flat surface could only hold her up for so long the small hold itself slowly slipping from her grasp; knees buckling beneath her but Paige followed wherever she went, damn near fucking her to the floor just to keep her thrust steady. “Why you runnin from me baby?” Paige spoke to her, both hands coming from her shoulders just to grip onto her ponytail to give it that same pull making Azzi’s head slowly lift and come back just for her moans to float into the air. Her noises picking up as her back arched from how hard she was pulling her hair just as the blonde picked up her pace, the brunettes scalp burning but the pain did nothing but spur her on.

Her hips pushed back with her making Paige stay up straight, her eyes focused on the scene in front of her as she kept her head lifted back in her grip whilst Azzi fucked her hips backwards, using the wall to push herself back as her slick squelched against the silicone every time. “I’m finna cum, I swear—I can’t hold it baby” Azzi rambled, she was so fucking hot making her hands even slip from the wall, her hip bones aching at this point as she tried to keep up with the blonde behind her. “Do it then baby chase that nut for me—you do it s’good baby” Paige whispered and her voice only egged it and soon as the permission filled her head, she felt her stomach clench as she fought for her oragasm.

Paige moved suddenly then bringing both hands to her hips this time to guide her over to the small coffee table sitting on the opposite end of the window, she pushed her body down making both hands go to the table and Azzi was grateful for the stand underneath her now making her lay flat against the cold surface as Paige slid easy back into her. Paige gripped her hips to fuck into her this time, slapping their skin together with rough thrust making Azzi’s orgasm hit sharply again. She felt it in her toes and was so speechless from her thrust all she could do was moan, her words slurring as her mind dazed.

“Paaigeee” She moaned her name every time she went deep into it; the blonde biting her lip at the sound her pussy never failed to make, pulling her back sharply even after her hand reached back to her wrist. “Not til you squirt baby, I wanna see you squirt.” Azzi squeezed her wrist that held her hip, her eyes shutting from her knocking the air out of her repeatedly. “I can hear it coming Azzi, know you wanna squirt baby just do it for me pleasee” She begged her, her hand reaching further down from her hip to feel her wet clit just to rub circles into her pearl making Azzi gasp so harsh just as Paige felt her body still suddenly when the liquid started to pour out of her.

Paige spurred it on as she moaned from the clear liquid shooting out every time she thrusted inside, she was drenching her completely making her hand slip from her clit as she wetted both the strap, the floor, her thighs even the table had a drip to it. Azzi head fell forward this time on her hands and when Paige slipped out of her, she vividly watched her legs almost give out underneath her before she picked her up accordingly.

Azzi settled into her arms soon as she picked her up bridal style, her chest coming to a slow rise and fall now as she felt her adrenaline slowly ease as she carried her to the bathroom. It had to be going on at least five by now, they hadn’t even checked the time yet but they were both sticky messes. “I might fall asleep in here.” Azzi warned, her voice coming out with a small hoarse from her screaming. “It’s okay, I’ll wash you up.” Paige smirked reaching inside of the shower that was very lengthy, the small bench sitting in the corner of it with glass surrounding walls that allowed them to see straight through it. Paige twisted the knob to hot knowing how much Azzi liked hot showers, the noise of the water shooting from the shower head filled their ears just as the harness came next so she could tug it down her legs.

Azzi spun herself to the mirror and before it had any chance to fog up completely, she was pulling her hair out of the style that she had it in tonight. The gel was leaving it stiff a bit but she still ran her fingers through it, she winced from the slight pain the ponytails gave her from having them in all day. Azzi atlas spun to turn around once she’d gotten all the hairties out.

Azzi was moving past her now, walking slowly enough for her arm to brush against her chest making Paige hand come up again to slap her ass just as she walked into the shower. Azzi had only came to the water firstly just to allow the steamy droplets to hit her skin, it felt so good to her making her head lean backwards and the water breach up her neck and down her chest. The heat made her curls drop, sitting at her shoulders as she inhaled and exhaled feeling more looser because of the water. It only lasted a few minutes before she felt her come up behind her; Paige’s hands coming to her hips again as she pressed kisses into her cheek, pulling her back against her chest completely.

Azzi lifted her hands up, opening her palms allowing the water to go down her arms. “This feels good.” She mumbled as Paige’s head sunk into her neck, laying kisses between the crevices. “You had fun tonight?” Paige asked her, hands dipping to the dimples in her ass before coming up her back grip her shoulders.

Azzi nodded firstly. “Everybody was really nice.” Her tipsy state only allowed her to feel light on her feet, rocking with the blonde underneath the water. “I can’t wait till I’m in All Star, I’m a really fuck shit up.” The comment made Paige laugh into her skin, automatically agreeing with her girlfriend as she wrapped her arms tighter around her.

“I know you will.” Azzi smirked at her comment just to turn around in her arms, looking upwards so that her lips could reach her chin just to lay her own kisses there as she kissed on her face. “I’m so proud of you.” Paige spoke to her just as her head tilted down so that she could kiss her lips, bringing both of her hands up to fist her now wet curls just so she could mouth her deeper.

“I wanna feel how proud you are,” Azzi allowed her finger to trail down her bicep as she walked passed her again, leaving the water all together so that she could move to the bench posted inside of the shower.

Paige moved a few paces to finally let the water fall down her back and Azzi watched in deep fascination at how her body looked with the water droplets easing down her milky skin like silk. Paige’s hair damped up against her shoulders, she leaned her head backwards to let it run across her face and ran her hand down it to clear her eyes of any excess water. Azzi hand couldn’t help but to run a singular finger around her clit in tight circles. She could feel the difference between the actual slick and the water that covered all over her body, the steamy bathroom hot as she breathed in and out at the view in front of her.

It felt so good, her finger doing just enough for her eyes slowly blinked like the realization that she wasn’t dawned on her every few minutes. Paige started to walk over towards her but Azzi was quick to lift her white manicured french pedi and make her pause her stride. “Crawl.”

Paige instantly dropped to her hands and knees, no hesitation within her movements. She crawled in her direction, Paige could still feel the water hitting her backside but when she got close enough it stopped all together. Azzi watched Paige grab her heel, bringing her foot to her mouth to softly kiss against her toes. Azzi took her bottom lip into her mouth as she breathed through her nose watching Paige use her tongue to run from the base of her foot, reaching the middle before she started to kiss against it. Azzi was shivering; her hair messy and wet against her shoulders, her eyes couldn’t even leave the sight, she felt her heart thumping as she laid still.

The blonde knew what she was doing and enjoyed watching how easy she would break apart for her.

Paige smirked at her reaction, holding the foot a bit higher to sit it properly on her shoulder. She leaned forward but then, Azzi gripped her hair into her fist easy, pulling her head slightly to her other leg. Paige kissed her inner thighs, giving her what she wanted even loosening her jaw to suck a possible dark mark into it. “Shitt.” Azzi breathed at the sting when she suddenly started to use her teeth while then finally using her hair to push her face into her pussy.

Paige couldn’t wait to suck her clit into her mouth. The taste of her was enough to make Paige eyes roll backwards and a groan vibrating her lips as she felt Azzi’s grip become more tighter and firm in her hair. The brunette had her blonde streaks out of her way entirely, holding her wet hair back just as her moans started to wake softly with her eating her pussy. Paige ran her tongue flat to rub it up and down against her puffy clit, opening her mouth to let her slick drip into it like a facet. Azzi head fell against the shower tile, her chest heaving while she allowed her eyes to finally shut when she felt her mouth pick up speed.

It had Azzi’s eyebrows frowned and legs shuddering as her tongue skillfully ate her pussy. Paige felt like she couldn’t taste her enough, she needed so much more. “Cmere,” Paige pulled backwards with a quick lick of her lips as she gripped her thighs, pulling Azzi forward making her body slip from the water and back fall against the bench, the sudden movement happening so fast that Azzi couldn’t even recover before Paige was eating her pussy senseless again. Her eyes hit the back of her head it felt like with her back arching towards the sky; she felt her warm mouth slurping her clit repeatedly, making her moans eat the shower water entirely.

“Oh my—shit, shit shit” Azzi chanted now bracing her hand on the wall like she could hold onto something, her legs tightening around the blondes head off reflex. Paige pulled away to finally exhale through her mouth again, two fingers of her own finding her entrance with ease as she pushed them into her system. “Oh fuck baby, look at that.” Paige whispered while her fingers curled into her pussy, the sound of her wetness still audible from only her fingers. Paige finally looked up her body to take notice in the twitching her body kept doing, like she couldn’t keep still.

Paige braced the free hand she had against her wet stomach to keep her flat. “You wanted me to show you right? Why you running from me then?” She taunted Azzi who couldn’t even reply properly because everytime she tried, Paige rammed her fingers inside of her harder purposely making her stutter. “F-Fuck you,” She got out with a huff following behind it because of how close she was getting, Paige was ruining her Gspot with only her fingers.

Paige hummed. “You know I’d love that baby. You wanna fuck me?”

“Paige!” She screamed, just off that sentence she was able to cum undone. Azzi felt like she saw stars as Paige pulled her fingers away from her completely to softly kiss her pulsating clit, calming her down.

Paige finally stood to her feet to grab onto her lifeless like body, her hand went behind her to turn the water off all while Paige pulled them both from the shower. Azzi leaned her head backwards to catch Paige lips who was already awaiting her, sticking her tongue out to rub against Paige’s who held hers out as well.

Their tongues rubbed together; sloppily kissed as Paige walked them to the living room, their bodies practically glued together with the water still dripping from them both, trailing the water all the way from the bathroom to the spot in the living room. Paige used her hand to finally grip Azzi’s curls again it was such a reflex whenever she kissed her, holding her head still with her strength to practically swallow her mouth whole. The noises of their lips disconnecting from Azzi who stuck out her tongue making Paige purse her lips to let the spit fall from her tongue onto hers.

She watched it quickly fall on her tongue and Azzi swallowing it just as quick, she couldn’t help the moan falling from her after only to spin her and brace her body in the position she wanted against the front of the couch, the wide window posted in the living area giving them the beautiful view of the city. Azzi chose this hotel specifically because of the beautiful view they had, it was a sight.

“It’s beautiful.” Azzi whispered out as her eyes finally looked into the lights the city offered. Indianapolis truly was everything you’d think it was and so much more, she leaned forward a bit with her elbows on the back of the couch. “Can you get me some water?” She called out to her, eyes never leaving the view.

Paige was strapping the harness snug to her hips again in the corner as she watched her. As low as she spoke she still heard her girl loud and clear, the 8inches hung between her legs while she went to the small fridge to grab a miniature water bottle. Paige being Paige of course she cracked it open and had the first sip before she could making Azzi throw a pillow at her on her stride, snatching the bottle. “Annoying ass.” Paige laughed at her, taking notice in her hair that still had the droplets falling down her skin and onto the couch. Paige came up close behind her using both hands to run her fingertips through her hair, not missing to apply a little pressure against her scalp as she straightened it all out.

She hummed at the feeling taking brief sips from her water, lifting it to her lips as she looked at the running traffic. “Traffic is bad, damn, it’s still backed up.”

Paige nodded, watching her hair curl back to its original state. “I never really noticed how high up we were til now.” Azzi commented, a giggle coming from her.

The laugh that fell out of Azzi was gentle yet so contagious that Paige followed her. “You think they killing us on the media?” The clips that they knew were definitely on camera tonight was slowly seeping into her mind again, she didn’t care of course but she’d rather be mentally prepared to open up any type of social media app from this point forward. “Who cares baby?” Paige spoke to her, her hands dragging towards her neck whilst Paige used her thumbs to lean her head back pressing a kiss into her forehead.

The shower definitely had put a bit of sober to them, Azzi felt more awake now even though her body was utterly exhausted but she was easing towards it anyway. She could feel the length that was behind her with Paige pushing up against her, the empty water bottle slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor as her head tilted back further to keep up with the blondes lips as she kissed her. “Fuck” Azzi whispered against her lips when she felt her other hand playing with her clit, the touches were slow drags at first before she started to rub on it making her exhale against her mouth.

“I just want one more.” Paige teased her pussy with the tip dipping inside of her; her slick loud each time she dipped in and out of her, the brunette finally able to sigh when Paige released her neck making her instantly lean forward the stretch of her sliding inside of her making her hands fist up briefly before she would release them. “You can do anything to me Paigey”

Her voice made Paige bite down on her bottom lip just then she bottomed out completely, Paige felt the strap pushing against her own bare clit. She always tried to not focus too hard on it though, wanting the night to at least be about the beautiful woman under her. Paige was finally able to stand up accordingly to now rubbing her palms against her wet skin, detaching their bodies as she stood to her feet with her hands braced against her favorite spot on her shoulders. “What if somebody sees Paige?” Azzi questioned breathlessly but still didn’t bother to move an inch, feeling her stomach hallow as Paige stilled her hips. “You don’t want them to?” She questioned as she finally pulled a bit out of her only to push it back inside of her in quick-slow strokes.

“I—,”

“Shh, listen” Paige shushed her while her hips started to apply more pressure, the sound soft but heard between them two, the noise encouraging her pace.

Azzi head fell forward with her forehead resting against the couch, her knees indefinitely burning into the cushions while Paige fucked hips into her. The stretch was so good to her soul, she felt her everywhere. The strokes turning menacing slow yet still took it all to the hilt, her moans sounding softly into the air. Azzi had her arms stretched over the couch now, her moans continued to heighten when she felt her grinding it. “Oh my god, oh fuckk” Azzi groaned when her large hands squeezed her sides, only moving when Paige allowed her to otherwise the blonde had her in place. “Babyy—baby don’t stop don’t stop,” Azzi couldn’t even give a fuck about the window no more, she could feel it building so good in her stomach.

“It feels so good, you always feel so-,” Azzi couldn’t even talk, it’s like her body sort of gave itself out when Paige leaned her front against her back for the second time. Paige let her sides go to wrap both of her arms around her body tight enough to hold her still and up all at once, making sure her strokes still plunged against the spot that had Azzi moans increasing each time she hit it. The position had them both warm and the wetness turning into sweat as they practically fucked one another. “Tell me, how does it feel?”

“S’good so fucking good daddy, you fuck me so good.” The name filling Paige ears made her close her eyes, she could feel her abdomen tightening she was gonna cum just like this. “What? What’s my name?” Paige questioned as she moved one of her hands to grab her head and turn it towards her to watch her face pout while she took all 8inches just like she knew she could.

“Daddy… daddy, it feels amazing. I love it” Paige nodded as she spoke. “Good girl baby, I love that voice. I love you, you know that?” She gripped her jaw firmly, her face so pretty as her hair curled around it.

Azzi nodded brainlessly while the sounds of her squelching pussy filled the room now. “I love you more daddy, I love you so much. I wanna cum for you, can I? Let me pleasee Paige, I—,” Paige was brutal, fucking her into the couch at the sound of her command. She could cum, Paige could really feel it, the sensation against her clit repeatedly made her chase her orgasm now. “Mmm not yet, hold it til I’m done.” She pushed up again but now only to lift up one of her legs to brace against the couch, giving her an entire new angle to plow Azzi in. Azzi hands gripped the back of the couch as she whimpered at the thrust, everything about it should’ve been painful but she loved that shit so much.

She didn’t need to fuck back or do anything, she was so good to her.

“I’ll put a baby in you right now Azzi.” Azzi’s moans followed after that sentence. “The prettiest mama ever, you’ll be so pretty baby” Azzi moaned louder at the idea her tongue coming out quick to swipe over her lips, her stomach tightening from holding back the orgasm she was told not to let go. The pressure of it had her eyes watering with the singular tear slipping down her eyeline falling down her face, she wanted to cum so bad it didn’t make any sense. Paige only leaned forward a bit this time to softly kiss the tear that rolled down her cheek before talking against it.

“Whatchu crying for baby?”

“It feels g-good Paigee.” Azzi exhaled, finding the small of her voice as quick as she could.

Paige had both hands on her ass, humming when she responded just as she spread it to her liking. Paige slowed her hips down to a pace that helped the spit fall from her tongue onto her back end, using her thumb to rub the spit in circles before pushing it inside.

“Holy shit,” Azzi whined while her hand went back to not pull her away but grip her wrist but Paige was quicker. “Don’t touch me.” She said making the girl abruptly pause and let her hand fall in front of her.

“Talk to me, tell me what you like,” Paige voice came out again as she paced her own feet on the floor to fuck the strap into Azzi. The strokes were gently like with her thumb still easing her backend. “This, this baby. I love it like this, just like that”

Paige grinned as her eyes looking up to lock eyes with her all together. Azzi’s eyes were locked in on her going in and out of her, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. Paige loved how good she was being, she truly was taking all of it just for her. “I’ll give you anything Paige—pleasee fuckk” Azzi tried again as she lifted her hand to place it on her arm, her hips fucking back into her whilst Paige picked her pace up again at her sudden movement. “Naah shut that shit up, you cum when I say. What I tell you bout touching me?” It was louder now with their skin meeting one another’s whilst the clapping surrounded their senses, Azzi’s body locked now, she felt like if she moved she would’ve came and she wanted nothing more but to make Paige proud.

“Look atchu’ just takin that shit like that, such a good girl. She creaming for me baby.” Paige moaned at the ring forming, her breathy exhales matching with her strokes, “Cum for me, go ahead, make that mess Azzi.” She told her as her pace never faltered this time and her thumb only applied a bit more pressure to make sure she still felt it full. Azzi came so hard her pussy finally releasing that tightness in her stomach, while Paige followed exactly after her with loud groans falling from her lips and came so hard it was running down her leg.

Paige gave Azzi a few seconds, her long fingers running down her sides and up her chest just to lay her palms flat against her beating heart. “Calm down.” Paige reminded her as her lips softly kissed her shoulder bone and up towards her nape even drifting a bit to place a few into her hair. Azzi was heard as she inhaled through her nose and shakily breathed through her mouth, coming down from her body shattering climax while she blinked to life. She could only nod and it let Paige know to finally pull out of her leaving Azzi groaning at the feeling.

Paige unstrapped herself and let it fall to the floor. She was way more gentle this time to grab her body and made her push backwards so she could pick her up bridal style.

The walk to the bed was short and when she laid her underneath the comforter, she too laid exactly next to her.

Now who u lookin at Paige

I got this clip from pbuckets67 on TikTok

wnba!Paige x wnba!Azzi

Masterlist

Themes: exes-to-lovers, ANGST, toxic exes

Warnings: language, suggestive content, cheating, hella arguing, alcohol, weed

Synopsis: Following the aftermath of her altercation with Zoey, Paige fights for her life as she endures a lovely night out with her teammates.

A/N: Again, don't mean to hype this chapter up too much, but it is hands down my favorite so far. This one is a little shorter than usual, but I feel like that's okay because there's just a lot going on. Also, it's just Paige's pov w no flashback, but Chapter 5 will open with Azzi's pov. If you live react, I'll try to get something else out by Christmas. Okay that's all, enjoyyyyy

Word count: 9.7k

Present Day - June 2029 Dallas, Texas

Paige

Paige Bueckers didn’t fuck up. Not on the court. Not off the court. It was kind of her brand. But this… as far as Paige was concerned, this was the most fucked way of fucking up she could ever fucking think of.

It slipped. Azzi’s name. Her guard. Any sense of control she had over this situation. Something just took over. Something ancient and buried and branded on the inside of her brain.

Paige knew that Azzi’s name hadn’t come from nowhere. It sat in her mind. It glazed every thought. It existed somewhere under the discipline and distance and half-hearted decisions to move on. It was waiting for a weak moment. And it found one. Because Paige was tired.

Tired of keeping her composure. Tired of every decision feeling like the wrong one. Tired of having to keep her guard up around the one person she never learned to do that with. 

The crazy part was that she wasn’t even thinking about Azzi. Not unless you count her dimples. Or the feeling of her fingertips on the back of Paige’s neck. Or the way she looked when her eyelids got heavy, and the world shrank down to just the two of them. 

Fuck, Paige thought.

Zoey was still on Paige’s lap. Still processing. Still with a hand in the air as if she were trying to decide whether to hit Paige again or start crying.

Paige was still disoriented. Partly because she had just been slapped. Partly because she wasn’t 100% sure that this was real life. 

Zoey, with a shaky breath and glossy eyes, broke the silence first. “Say that wasn’t what I think it was. Say you didn’t just… while I was… you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” she said before finally climbing off.

“Zoey, babe,” Paige said, standing up. “I didn’t mean—”

“You didn’t mean to? That’s worse, Paige. The fact that you didn’t mean it–that’s worse. Like she doesn’t even have to try. Like you don’t even have to try.” 

That was true. Paige didn’t have to try. She never had to try when it came to Azzi. If anyone knew that, it was her. She wished it were different. 

Zoey paced around the room as if she would find comfort in the corners of Paige’s apartment. She wouldn’t. “Were you thinking about her?” Zoey asked, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Paige looked like she had seen a ghost. In some ways, she had. That’s why her face was so pale, her eyes were so wide, and she could hardly form a coherent sentence over the lump in her throat. “No. No, I wasn’t thinking about her,” she insisted. Lie #1. 

“I’m not stupid, Paige. I was patient. I was understanding. I just sat through watching you dodging questions about her, you making eyes at her, and now I have to listen to you say her name while I’m—” She stopped herself, the rest of it catching in her throat. “You love her, don’t you?”

Paige’s heart hammered in her chest. She could feel the truth burning behind her ribs, begging to be said, begging to be freed. But she swallowed it back down until it scorched her tongue. “No,” she said softly. Lie #2.

“You gonna leave me for her now? Is that what you’re gonna do?” Zoey asked, tears still streaming. 

Paige swallowed. “No.”  And that one… Paige wanted to say it wasn’t a lie, but it felt like the kind of truth an alcoholic gives when they say they’re gonna put down the bottle. Fragile. Precarious.

Zoey tugged on the roots of her hair like she was trying to pull out the whole memory. “You’re fucking unbelievable,” she said, still pacing. 

Paige couldn’t do anything but stare at the floor. 

“You know what?” Zoey said, wiping her tears with her fingers, walking toward the bedroom. “I’m not gonna let you ruin my night.”

Paige rushed to follow behind her. “What are you doing?” she asked meekly.

“I’m getting ready,” she said, placing her makeup bag on Paige’s vanity. “I was promised a good time, and your teammates are waiting.”

Paige nodded and sauntered to the bathroom to get ready herself. She closed the door behind her, figuring that Zoey would appreciate the privacy. She leaned over the sink to examine the red mark on her face. She pressed on it with two fingers and winced. It was probably going to bruise. 

In Paige’s whole life, she had never been slapped. Not purposely. Not seriously. It was like an out-of-body experience. 

Part of her wanted to be angry. She wanted to yell and scream and kick Zoey out and tell her to never come back. But that wasn’t fair. Because Paige was in the wrong here. She knew that. She knew that this was the manifestation of everything she’d been running from. She knew that it was going to get her one way or another. She knew she needed to get a handle on it before someone got hurt. Maybe she was already too late.

After thirty minutes of getting ready with an aggressive sort of silence between them, Paige and Zoey crawled into an Uber. Paige sat with her legs folded as she stared out of the window. Zoey sat as far away as she possibly could. 

“Is she going to be there?” Zoey asked from the other end of the back seat. 

Without turning away from the window, Paige nodded.

Zoey scoffed. “I miss when you were honest and unashamed about your feelings.”

Paige looked at her then. “I still am.” Lie, lie, lie. 

Zoey paused for a moment. Her eyes flicked all over Paige’s face like she was trying to read her. “I wish I could believe you.”

Paige turned back to the window. There was no point in defending herself. She might’ve made it worse. Might’ve said the wrong thing. Might’ve let her brain, who obviously couldn’t be trusted, speak too freely.

She watched as the city flashed by. She watched all of the people and thought about the fact that none of them would ever have to play on the same professional sports team as the love of their life. No, Paige thought. Azzi isn’t the love of my life. Not anymore. She can’t be.

It wasn’t like she was emotionally unstable. It was just that Paige Bueckers, a person who always had her shit together, suddenly couldn’t figure out how to be normal. Even worse, she knew what the problem was. There was just nothing she could do about it. No matter how much she bargained with her conscience.

She could’ve barged into Curt’s office and demanded that he trade Azzi. Demanded that he trade her. But that all felt very drastic when she really thought about it. It would be easy if Azzi wasn’t the most perfect basketball player, but there was no way around the fact that she had earned her spot in Dallas. Probably more than Paige had. And Paige would never take that away. Even if it meant subjecting herself to the torture of being around Azzi and not having her. 

Paige knew she could have Azzi. If she weren’t in a relationship. If she weren’t still running from all of the things that ruined them the first time. If she weren’t supposed to maintain the perfect image.

The thought of leaving Zoey for Azzi crossed her mind much more than she could ever admit. But what was she supposed to do? Break Zoey’s heart after lying to her face? Run straight into Azzi’s open arms because Zoey didn’t measure up? Paige Bueckers was many things, but never cruel.

Her mind ran laps around itself, chasing a logic that didn’t exist. Zoey was perfect. Gorgeous, ambitious, patient, kind, passionate. But she wasn’t Azzi.

Still, she didn’t deserve any of this. She didn’t deserve to be collateral. Paige didn’t even know who she was trying to protect anymore, Zoey or herself. Paige considered that the best thing to do might’ve been to cut her loose just to protect her, but that felt selfish. Unfair. Almost as unfair as saying Azzi’s name while Zoey was halfway down her pants.

“Hey,” Zoey snapped.

Paige whipped her head in her direction. She hadn’t even realized the car had stopped. Zoey was halfway out of the car. Paige scrambled out after her.

As soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk, Zoey grabbed her hand like the last two hours didn’t just happen. Paige looked down at their intertwined fingers, then sideways at Zoey.

“I told you that I was promised a good time tonight. Let’s start there,” Zoey whispered in her ear with a smile. Though her tone didn’t sound very forgiving. 

They didn’t speak the whole elevator ride up to the club. Paige watched in the metallic reflection as Zoey adjusted her expression. Prepared the perfect smile for the perfect performance. Paige wanted to barf.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Paige knew it was going to be a long night. The bass from the speakers made it feel like her heart was pounding the inside of her ribcage even harder. If that was even possible. 

Like it was her natural habitat, Zoey grabbed Paige’s hand and pulled her forward past the long line of people wrapped around the waiting area. People called their names, asking for autographs and pictures. Zoey waved them off politely and kept moving past security. Paige followed. Not necessarily because she wanted to. 

“Aye, my point guard here!”

Paige turned her head. Dijonai was already moving toward her, drink in her hand. KK followed closely behind.

Paige smiled. A real one. She was happy to see them. 

“Zoey, you look gorgeous,” Nai said, wrapping Paige and Zoey in a hug. “Blondie over here better watch out before I steal her girl.”

Take her, Paige thought. The thought caught her off guard and was quickly followed by a wave of guilt. 

Paige liked Zoey. Maybe even loved her, in some version of the word. Although one of the main issues with having your one great love so early in life is that everything else pales in comparison. It all feels familiar but hollow. 

Zoey held Paige by the arm as she thanked Dijonai for the compliment. “It’s so good to see you guys. I’m gonna go get a drink from the bar,” she said, already breaking away from the group, leaving Paige standing near the entrance with Dijonai and KK.

“Girl, you're not gonna believe what Lyss did earlier…” Nai launched into a long story that Paige didn’t really have the bandwidth to pay any attention to. 

Paige nodded, half-listening, half-scanning the room. The crowd, the drinks, the lights. She told herself she was just getting the lay of the land, but really, she was looking for Azzi. She always was. She couldn’t help it.

Dijonai didn’t seem to notice. “...so, obviously, I was pissed. And then Lyss had the audacity–”

“Where is she?” Paige blurted, not paying much attention to the fact that she just interrupted Nai’s story.

Dijonai stopped mid-sentence and furrowed her brows. “Lyss?”

KK chimed in, knowing Paige was talking about Azzi. She knew that Paige was always talking about Azzi. “She’s over there,” she said, jerking her chin toward the corner.  

Paige followed her gesture, and everything else in the room went blurry. Azzi was sitting in the middle of a corner booth, surrounded by their teammates, head thrown back mid-laugh. Paige remembered how much she used to want to hear that laugh all the time. How hard she once worked to earn it. 

Azzi looked good. So good that it wasn’t fair. Curls spilling over her face, gold hoops catching in the light, that magnetic glow she always seemed to have without trying. 

Paige swallowed. Her heart wasn’t pounding anymore. It was aching. Yearning. I’ll never be free from this, she thought.

“Am I missing something?” Dijonai asked, eyes flicking between Paige and the booth.

KK laughed. “Just her drooling over the same girl she's been after since she was 15.”

Paige hit her in the arm a little harder than she meant to. KK hit her back.

“Woah, you talking about Azzi?” Dijonai asked.

Paige shot KK a glare. “No. She thinks she’s funny,” she said with no irony in her voice.

Dijonai shook her head. “Whatever this is, I don’t want nothing to do with it. But I’m nosey, so y’all gotta fill me in.”

Paige shot her a look that said, Don’t press.

KK laughed again. “C’mon, let’s go over there before you break your neck staring.” She led the way through the crowd, across the club to the team’s table. 

KK pushed past a couple of bottle girls and slid into the booth first, making room. Paige sank into the seat beside her, directly under the warm overhead lights. The ones Paige had already decided she hated.

The rest of the table erupted into greetings. “Paige!” “Look who finally showed up!” “Where’s Zoey?”

Paige forced a smile, nodded along, tossed out a few easy hellos. She was used to slipping into the role. The reliable one. The composed one. The one who never let her face crack.

But the light above the table was bright, unforgiving. Dijonai cocked her head like she just noticed something. “What the fuck happen to your face?” she asked loud enough for the rest of the group to hear and look for themselves.

Paige almost flinched at the question. Luckily, she had already thought of what she would say if people asked about it. “Uh, nothing, I just caught a stray during the game. Dumbass refs,” she said as naturally as she could manage as she looked down at the drink in front of her to avoid everyone’s gaze. To avoid Azzi’s gaze.

Paige didn’t enjoy lying to her friends. It was just… none of their business. And embarrassing. Plus, if she told them that Zoey slapped her, there would be several follow-up questions like What did you do? And then, Paige would have to tell everyone, including Azzi, that she can’t get Azzi out of her head to save her life. For many, many reasons, that would be bad. So she lied.

“Really? When was that?” Cam chimed in. “It looks pretty bad. I feel like we would’ve seen that.”

“Right?” Dijonai agreed. “With your dramatic ass, we shoulda heard about it from the second it happened, all the way to the locker room.” She cackled at her own joke.

Paige shrugged, drink in hand. “I’m tryna calm down. Management said I need to work on discipline or whatever.”

“Ohhh, okay. I was about to ask if Zoey finally clocked your shit,” Dijonai said, unaware that she was right on the nose. That one got the whole table to laugh.

Paige laughed too. Well, tried. It came out a little off, but she hoped it was believable enough for them. She did a quick glance around the table. Everyone looked too amused to be suspicious. Except Azzi, who was only half laughing. The kind she did when she didn’t find something funny at all. 

And then their eyes met, and suddenly, Paige felt a little too seen. A little too raw. She knew Azzi knew better. She knew Azzi would always read her better than she could read herself. Paige watched as a look of confusion flashed through Azzi’s eyes, followed quickly by realization, then anger.

Paige once thought that Azzi was the smartest person in the world. Of course, she’d put two and two together that Paige didn’t have this mysterious bruise two hours ago when she drove Azzi home. Of course, she remembered how quiet and awkward Paige got when she was hiding something. When she was ashamed of something. 

Paige knew that no version of Azzi Fudd wouldn’t raise hell over this. Someone hitting Paige. Someone hitting her girl. 

So, she looked away quick and cleared her throat. “I’m gonna go find Zoey,” she said, excusing herself from the table. If Azzi was the one who got her into this, she would definitely not be the solution. 

She found Zoey by the bar, talking to some faces Paige had definitely seen before but couldn’t quite place. She walked up just as the group started to disperse. Zoey turned toward her with a look that didn’t exactly say she was happy to see her.

“Hey,” Paige said gently, testing the water, coming to a stop close to Zoey.

Zoey offered some sort of half smile. “Having fun?” she asked without sounding like she actually cared.

Paige shrugged. “They got a table in the back, but I missed you.”

Zoey stared for a moment. Looking Paige over like she was trying to decide what to do with her. “I’m still mad,” she said after a while.

“Well, let me make it up to you,” Paige said.

Zoey sighed like she was just tired of it all. “As nice as that sounds,” she said sarcastically. “I think I’m gonna dip. Those guys said something about a hotel party down the block.”

Paige leaned forward just a little bit. “Okay, I’ll come with you.”

Zoey tilted her head with a smile. The kind that said she was enjoying toying with Paige. “Honey, you’re not invited.”

“What?” Paige said, taken aback.

Zoey crossed her arms and shrugged. “I told you I’m still mad. Go have fun with your teammates.” She paused, leaning in a little, tone dropping. “I know how much you love them.” Then, she walked away, leaving Paige alone for the night. On the wrong night.

For a second, Paige stood still. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to fix things with Zoey. She didn’t know how to get a handle on her feelings for Azzi. But she knew she needed to do something before she lost it. So she drank. A lot.

Paige didn’t know how to fix things with Zoey. She didn’t know how to get a handle on the whole Azzi situation. But she knew she needed to do something. So she drank. A lot.

Paige leaned over the bar and quickly got the bartender’s attention. “I need two shots of tequila and a dirty Shirley. Make it a double.”

She threw back the shots as quickly as they came. The first one burned. Sharp and unforgiving. Exactly what she deserved. The second burned a little less. And so did everything else. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Paige wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and let the warmth settle in her chest. She took a deep breath, shaky and uneven, and pushed off the bar, drink in hand, shoulders squared like she had to practice holding herself together. 

You’re fine, Paige told herself as she walked back toward the table. But she wasn’t fine. Not even close. Not tonight.

Her mind kept ricocheting between the look on Zoey’s face from earlier and the fact that Azzi was just a few feet away. Between the dull feeling on Paige’s cheek and the feeling of Azzi she felt everywhere. Between the past and future and everywhere in between.

Paige took a long sip of her drink and felt the sugar hit her tongue before the alcohol hit her bloodstream like a punch. The buzz rose in her chest, warm and aggressive. She walked back toward the team’s table on unsteady legs, hoping no one could tell how unsteady. By the time Paige reached the booth again, the room felt like it was tilting just a little. 

KK spotted her first. “You good, P?”

“Where’s Zoey?” Dijonai asked from the other side of her. 

Paige froze for half a second. Too long. She forced a swallow. Forced a shrug. Forced casual.

“She left,” Paige said, voice steadier than she felt. And because she couldn’t stop herself, because she never could when it came to Azzi, she looked immediately toward her.

Azzi was already looking at her. Her eyes hit Paige in the gut. Like a memory. Like a bruise. Like she got caught doing something she wasn’t even sure she’d done yet.

Azzi didn’t react. Not visibly to anyone else anyway. But Paige saw something flicker across her face. Sharp. Dark. Concern twisted with something else Paige couldn’t name without her heart combusting.

Paige looked away fast, but it didn’t matter. The damage was done. She felt it in her whole body. In the way her stomach dipped. In the way her chest tightened. In the way her heartbeat tripped and stuttered.

Falling down the rabbit hole of Azzi Fudd was something she should’ve trained her brain out of years ago. But here she was. Spiraling again. Deeper. Faster.

Over the course of another two rounds and a lot of conversation, Paige and Azzi locked eyes thirteen times. Even in her drunken state, Paige counted. She counted the number of times she caught Azzi looking at her, the number of times she held eye contact too long, and the number of times she had to try not to faint. 

Paige tried to focus on her friends. Really, she did. Courtney was talking about her flavor of the month. Dijonai was crying laughing over something Nalyssa said. Maddy and Cameron were talking about some stylist. There was so much going on, yet Paige couldn’t manage to process any of it. 

Somewhere between round three and four, someone suggested they get out on the dance floor. Without the opportunity to protest, Paige was shoved out of the booth and pulled toward the center of the room where the music was bumping and the floor felt alive under her feet.

Heat pressed in from every direction. Bodies moved around her, hands in the air, lights flashing red-blue-purple in dizzy pulses. Paige let herself get sucked into it because she had no other choice. Her brain was too loud, her heart too wild, her feelings too close to the surface.

Courtney grabbed her wrist, spinning her in tight circles until Paige stumbled into Nalyssa, who screamed-laughed and shoved her lightly back into the group. KK started chanting “AYE, AYE, AYE” to hype her up, while Maddy tried to record a video of the whole thing.

Paige smiled. Ate it up, really. Not because she was okay. She wasn’t. But it was the only way she knew how to keep herself upright.

She let the music shake through her bones. She did whatever TikTok dance KK had forced her into the other day. She smiled, and she laughed, and she did everything in her power not to look in the direction of the girl who was actively ruining her with every glance.

Paige kept moving her body, kept laughing, kept up the appearance of a good time. It must’ve been too much, because when she tripped and fell into Dijonai, KK grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. 

“You good, friend? I’m a little worried about you,” KK whisper-yelled over the music in Paige’s ear.

Paige didn’t even answer with words. Just waved her off and kept doing her thing. Doing everything but look in Azzi’s direction. 

And it worked. For about twelve more seconds. 

Because someone bumped Paige’s shoulder and as she turned her head to apologize, she caught Azzi in the corner of her eye. And in a second, she felt it all slip away. Her restraint. Her composure. Her common sense.

Suddenly, she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to be doing. She couldn’t remember why she had been so stressed out lately. All she knew was that she was looking at the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen. And that woman was absolutely, undoubtedly the love of her life. She couldn’t remember the rest.

And because she couldn’t remember the rest, she decided that there was nothing stopping her from walking over there and talking to her. 

“Oh, hell no,” KK said.

But Paige was already moving.

KK grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. “Paige,” she hissed.

Paige looked at her with pleading eyes. “I just… I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“No the hell you’re not,” KK said, crossing her arms. 

“Yes, I am,” Paige said, the surest she’d been all night. “I need–she’s right there, okay? I just need to–”

“Embarrass yourself? Because that’s the only way this ends, babe,” Dijonai said, materializing next to KK.

Paige rolled her eyes. “You don’t even know anything, bruh. I’m literally fine. I’m just gonna go over there and…” 

Her sentence trailed off because she didn’t really know what she was going to do. Hey, I'm suddenly finding it really difficult to control myself around you. I still love you. And I just wanted you to know that. Or whatever sloppy, drunken words she could manage to string together. Either way, it felt right in the moment. 

“I don’t know, okay? I just know she is over there, and I wanna be near her, and none of it feels worth it anymore,” Paige explained frantically. Drunkenly.

KK and Dijonai exchanged looks as if to say what the fuck is she talking about? 

“Paige, what doesn’t feel worth it anymore?” KK asked, tone more sympathetic, like she was just realizing how bad Paige was doing.

“All of it!” Paige said a little louder than she should’ve. “None of it feels worth it without her.”

“Okay, look,” Dijonai said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re making a scene and acting crazy. Here.” She dug around in her clutch before pulling out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter and pressing it into Paige’s palm. “Do us all a favor and go get some air, get some of that good shit in your system, and get your shit together.”

Paige looked for words to argue, but unfortunately, Dijonai was right. She didn’t have it in her to fight. So, she nodded. Headed for the balcony, Dijonai’s gifts in hand. As she broke away from the crowd, she turned back one last time. 

Azzi was watching her. With a look on her face that said she had been tracking Paige’s every move. Like she knew exactly how Paige was hanging over the edge. Like she knew was the reason for it.

And that was the thing that nearly knocked Paige to her knees. Every time she wondered Do you feel it too?, the answer was always yes. 

Somehow, Paige managed to tear her eyes away and head for the balcony. She pushed open the door and stepped out into the muggy, suffocating Dallas night. The heat wrapped around her instantly, thick and heavy, clinging to her skin like a second layer.

She walked right up to the railing. Looked out across the city. Her city. Not Azzi’s. It didn’t belong to her. Paige didn’t belong to her. (Yes, she did)

With shaky hands, Paige lifted the joint to her lips and sparked the lighter at the end. The smoke burned her throat, then her lungs, then trickled down her spine like honey. She exhaled slowly. Her pulse dropped. Barely. Her mind, still all over Azzi, finally began to slow enough to hear herself think.

Slowly, her thoughts came back to her in gentle waves. Azzi, Azzi, Azzi. It was embarrassing, honestly. How fast her brain defaulted right back to her. Like nothing else was worth as much to think about. She had to have been going clinically insane.

Because there was no explanation for how intensely she wanted Azzi. How her whole body hummed at the thought of being close to her. How being in the same room as her felt like gravity and drowning and breathing for the first time all at once.

Paige had fallen for Azzi hard before, but this was a whole different game. A much worse game. 

What the hell is wrong with me? Paige thought, pressing the heel of her palm into her forehead.

She shouldn’t still want her. Shouldn’t still need her. Shouldn’t still be undone by a single glance. She had Zoey. She had basketball. She had a life. A whole actual life that did not require Azzi Fudd to function.

So why did it feel like none of it mattered without her?

Paige exhaled smoke through a laugh that wasn’t even close to funny. Because she knew the answer. She’d always known the answer. Even when she pretended she didn’t.

Azzi was it for Paige. She always had been. And that was exactly the problem.

Paige gripped the railing, knuckles white, joint dangling between two fingers.

Because what about Zoey? Paige’s stomach twisted. She felt guilty. Horribly guilty. Sick, even.

She didn’t want to hurt Zoey. She didn’t want to leave her. She didn’t want to break her heart just because Paige couldn’t get a grip on her own. I can’t do that to her, Paige thought as she took another shaky drag. I won’t.

But the guilt mixed with the yearning until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began. Until she didn’t know which ache was Azzi and which ache was remorse.

She pressed her forehead against her forearm, eyes squeezing shut.

“This is stupid,” she whispered to herself. “I shouldn’t still need you.”

But she did. God, she did. Even when she hated it. Even when she wanted it gone. Especially then, it seemed.

Every version of Paige—young, old, hurt, healed, sober, drunk—was anchored to Azzi somehow. Like no matter where she ran, her heart stayed there.

She groaned to herself under her breath. “Get a fucking grip.”

She took another drag. And another. Each one trying to quiet the chaos, to settle the storm, to make her chest stop aching. It didn’t work. It only softened her edges just enough for the truth to sit comfortably inside her:

She wanted Azzi. More than she should. More than she’d admit. More than Zoey deserved.

She wasn’t leaving Zoey. She wasn’t breaking someone good just because she was broken inside.

She took another long drag and whispered into the night, “I can’t lose her.”

And she didn’t know if she meant Zoey or Azzi.

Before Paige could untangle that thought, before she could make sense of the knot twisting painfully in her chest, the balcony door opened behind her.

Her head whipped around to see Azzi stepping outside.

They froze. Both of them. It was like someone had sliced the air clean in half.

The door shut behind Azzi with a soft click, but Paige barely heard it. She barely heard anything. The music inside, the city sounds below, the thrum of summer heat around them. All of it faded under the weight of Azzi’s eyes on her.

Because Azzi’s stare was heavy. A slow drag. A full-body impact. A confession and a question all at once. Paige’s lungs locked up.

In the thick, humid Dallas night, with smoke curling off the joint in Paige’s hand, they just… looked at each other.

The moment stretched. Then doubled. Then broke only because Azzi finally spoke. “Hey,” Azzi said softly, breath catching the faintest bit on the word.

Paige swallowed hard. “Hey.”

Azzi stepped closer, just barely. “I just needed some air, but I can go if—”

“No.” Paige’s voice came out too fast, too desperate, too honest. “Don’t go.”

Azzi’s expression softened. “Okay.”

Paige knew this was dangerous. She knew nothing good could come of whatever was about to happen. And God, she should care. She should be sprinting in the other direction. But Zoey left. Left her alone. Where was there for her to go except the only place she’d ever known?

“Want a hit?” Paige asked, extending the joint toward Azzi.

Azzi took a step toward her. “Is this a peace offering?”

“Of sorts, Paige said, shrugging. “More like a friendly gesture. For my friend.”

Azzi smiled. That polite, sad smile you do when you can’t tell someone they hurt your feelings. 

Paige caught it. She wanted to take it back. Wanted to say out loud what they both already knew. I can never be your friend. You could never be anything less than everything to me. 

Azzi took the joint from her. She brought the joint to her lips, inhaled, and immediately coughed, bending forward a little as she laughed through it.

Paige laughed too, soft and involuntary. “Lightweight.”

Azzi shot her a half-glare, passing it back to Paige, still catching her breath. “Where’d you get this?”

“Nai,” Paige said, grabbing the joint, flicking ash off the railing. “She said I needed to calm down.”

Azzi’s brows lifted. “Yeah, you seem… tense tonight.”

Paige snorted. “What, you watching me now?”

Azzi didn’t hesitate. Didn’t blink. “I’m always watching you.”

Paige looked away quickly. That was the kind of line that could break her open if she let it. The kind that always had. “You can’t say stuff like that,” she murmured, eyes fixed somewhere past the skyline like she could outrun the implications.

Azzi’s voice softened. “Why not?”

Paige shook her head, taking a slow drag, letting the smoke burn a path down her throat so she didn’t have to answer. “You just can’t.”

She didn’t add the truth. Because I’m already hanging on by a thread. Because your words ruin me. Because I love you.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was heavy. Thick with all of the things she would say if it were another life.

Paige could feel Azzi watching her again. She could always feel it. Like a touch without touch. A hand around her ribs. A pulse syncing to hers without permission.

Her chest tightened, breath catching in a way she tried to blame on the joint, the tequila, the heat. Anything but the truth standing three feet away.

Azzi shifted closer, just barely. But Paige felt it everywhere.

“Looks like it hurts,” Azzi said quietly, nodding toward Paige’s cheek.

Paige forced a shrug, casual, dismissive, brittle. “Nah. It’s not bad.”

Azzi tilted her head, voice low, careful. “Why’d you lie about it?”

Paige’s jaw flexed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Azzi huffed out something that wasn’t quite a laugh. “You’re still a shitty liar.”

Paige shrugged again. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Tell me she didn’t do that,” Azzi murmured.

Paige inhaled too sharply, coughing on the smoke, eyes watering. She didn’t know whether it was the weed or the question. Probably both. She didn’t answer.

Azzi’s expression tightened. Pain. Disappointment. Anger. All layered and low and quiet, the way Azzi got when she cared too much. “Right,” Azzi said, barely more than a whisper.

Paige closed her eyes for a second. “Maybe I deserved it.”

Azzi cocked her head. “Well, what did you do?”

Paige shook her head, eyes darting anywhere but Azzi’s. “I can’t tell you that.”

Azzi hesitated. Her voice came out small. Almost scared. “Is it… me?”

Paige felt every nerve in her body flare at once. Something like panic. Something like longing. Something like shame. “It’s actually really none of your fucking business,” she said, harsher than she meant, turning her face away. Azzi recoiled like the words physically struck her, a tiny step back, a quick blink, her mouth parting just slightly before she shut it again. Hurt flickered across her face. Fast, involuntary, real.

Paige felt it. God, she felt it everywhere. A pinch behind her ribs. A twist in her stomach. A hot wave of regret rising up her throat. She hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. Or maybe she had. Maybe the only way to survive Azzi was to scorch the earth between them before she got close enough to burn Paige alive.

Azzi’s voice, steady but trembling around the edges, cut through the air. “Wow,” she said quietly. “Okay. I thought we were friends.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be fucking delusional.”

Azzi stiffened.

Paige kept going, because stopping meant feeling and she couldn’t feel anymore. She couldn’t survive it. Not tonight. “Do you seriously believe we can ever be friends?”

Azzi’s face softened, if only for a second. “I’d like to think we can try.”

“Well, stop trying,” Paige said, eyes finally meeting hers, full of exhaustion and want and something feral underneath.

That seemed to do it. Azzi’s expression shifted. Slowly at first, then all at once. Frustration. Impatience. Anger. “You can’t keep doing this,” Azzi said, stepping closer again, crowding Paige back against the railing. Not enough to touch. But enough that Paige could feel the shape of her. Her heat. Her breath.

Paige swallowed, her voice thin. “Doing what?”

“Walking around like I’m the devil and you want nothing to do with me,” Azzi continued, stepping closer again. “I know I hurt you, but you hurt me too. Really fucking bad.”

Her voice cracked, and Paige’s heart throbbed. Her knees felt like giving out. Her throat tightened. Her fingers twitched uselessly at her sides. 

Azzi kept going. “I’m sure that’s easy for you to never think about because you’re Paige Bueckers, and Paige Bueckers can never do any wrong. But guess what, Paige? It’s not fucking fair.”

Paige sucked in a breath. Sharp. Painful. Like she’d been punched. She forced her face into something flat. Controlled. Unbothered. Except she wasn’t unbothered. She was hanging by a thread. A thin, pathetic thread that frayed more every time Azzi opened her mouth.

“Life isn’t fair,” Paige said, barely more than a breath as she tore her gaze away, because if she looked at Azzi while she said it, she might crumble.

She tried to walk away. Tried. But before she could even take a full step, Azzi grabbed her by the lapels of her jacket and yanked Paige back toward her like she’d run out of patience. 

Paige gasped as their bodies collided like gravity. Inevitable. She was frozen. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t stop herself from feeling all of things she wasn’t supposed to feel.  

“No, you know what’s not fair?” Azzi said, tugging Paige even closer. “You acting like I’m to blame for all of your big feelings because I’m making things difficult for you,” she taunted. 

Paige couldn’t look anywhere but Azzi’s eyes. And her lips. Oh God, her lips. 

“Baby, this is a two-player game,” Azzi continued. “And from the looks of it, you’re still playing.”

Paige swallowed hard. “I’m not–”

“No!” Azzi cut her off. “You have one question to answer.”

Paige’s breath caught. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. Azzi’s fists were still curled in her jacket, knuckles white, pulling her in so close Paige could feel the shape of every inhale Azzi took. Their chests brushed. Their hips aligned. Paige felt every single point of contact like a live wire pressed against her skin. She was going to melt straight through the balcony floor. Possibly die. Probably both.

Azzi leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper that landed directly on Paige’s mouth. “Do you want me?”

Everything inside Paige short-circuited. Her pulse surged so fast she thought her ribs might snap from the pressure. Her stomach flipped. Her knees wobbled. A tremor ran through her hands. She tried to form a word. Any word. Nothing came out.

Because what was she supposed to say? Yes, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’m still yours. I’ll always be yours. Even when I’m trying not to be. Even when I’m with someone else. Even when it’s ruining me.

Her silence was an answer. A much louder answer than anything she could’ve possibly said with words.

Azzi exhaled like she felt it hit her. Like Paige’s face gave away every truth Paige had tried so hard to bury.

For a split second, Azzi’s expression softened. Cracked. Broke open in the way Paige had memorized years ago. The way she used to look at her in the dark, in the quiet, in the moments they pretended the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Paige leaned in. Not meaning to. Not thinking. Just pulled by something ancient and unbreakable and hers.

Her forehead brushed Azzi’s. Her breath mingled with Azzi’s. Her lips hovered a breath from Azzi’s.

It would’ve taken one inch. One. Inch.

Azzi’s fingers tightened in her jacket, like she was ready to pull Paige the rest of the way.

Paige felt the world tilt toward the point of no return—

“Paige!”

KK burst through the balcony door and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Paige and Azzi. Her voice cut through the moment like a blade.

They heard KK, but didn’t look away from each other. They stayed stuck in the same trance that pulled them from the moment they met. 

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m interrupting, but Paige, Zoey is here, and she is looking for you.”

Paige flinched but didn’t break eye contact. Azzi didn’t let go.

Paige swallowed. Hard. Her voice came out ruined. “I have to go.” But she didn’t move.

Azzi didn’t release her lapels. Didn’t take a step back. Didn’t look away.

Paige finally forced herself to pull back. Slowly, painfully, like peeling herself off something she was fused to. Azzi’s fingers slipped from her jacket with a reluctant drag that set Paige’s whole body on fire.

She turned toward the door, dizzy, wrecked, heart hammering against bone.

KK stared at her like she’d seen a ghost. “Girl… you good?”

Paige didn’t answer. Couldn’t. She brushed past her and stumbled inside, Azzi’s breath still on her skin, her hands still on her jacket, her question still echoing like a heartbeat she couldn’t outrun. Do you want me?

Paige walked straight into the Club. Heart racing, chest tight, mind screaming. She found Zoey waiting. And she had no idea how she was going to hold herself together.

Zoey was standing by the entrance. Arms crossed, foot tapping, eyes scanning the room with the kind of impatience that already made Paige’s stomach twist. She looked angry. And Paige, already dizzy and split clean down the middle, felt the guilt hit like a second punch.

“Hey,” Paige said, voice thin, breath uneven, like she was still half out on the balcony. Half pressed against Azzi. Half undone.

Zoey clocked her immediately. “I want to go home.”

Paige blinked. “Now? It’s barely eleven.”

“Yes, now.” Zoey’s tone wasn’t sharp, but it was tight. Controlled. The way someone talks when they’ve already cried once and refuse to cry again. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Paige nodded fast. Too fast. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s go.”

Zoey grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the exit. Paige tried not to flinch. She tried to ground herself in the familiarity of Zoey’s fingers, her perfume, her presence. But her chest felt like two hands were squeezing it. One belonging to Zoey, one belonging to Azzi.

The Uber ride was quiet for a full thirty seconds. Long enough for Paige to pray Zoey would stay silent, just let her breathe, let her think. But of course, life wasn’t going to give Paige that mercy.

“Everyone was talking about your game,” Zoey said, like it was just small talk.

Paige knew she needed to tread lightly. “Oh yeah?” she said neutrally. 

“Oh, yeah,” Zoey said, tone more sarcastic now. “It was all ‘Azzi Fudd this’ and ‘Azzi Fudd that’ and just a whole bunch of bullshit.”

“Zoey,” Paige said quietly. She could tell Zoey was drunk, and this was everything she didn’t say earlier, bubbling over.

Zoey pushed on. “It was just annoying to hear them drooling over this girl for all the stuff you’ve been doing for years.”

“Stop,” Paige murmured. She wasn’t even sure Zoey heard her.

If she did, she didn’t care. “And honestly? I don’t even think she’s that good.”

Paige’s entire body went rigid.

“She’s just so entitled, acting like she’s God’s gift to basketball and–”

“That’s enough.” Paige’s voice cut through the air, rough and firm.

Zoey blinked at her with a shocked expression on her face. “Really? You’re defending her now?”

“Always.”

Zoey opened and closed her mouth like she couldn’t figure out what to say. “Excuse me for being upset that my girlfriend hates me all of a sudden because that girl–” 

“That girl,” Paige cut in, voice slicing through the car like a blade, “is one of the best players in the world. She works her ass off. She’s disciplined, she’s locked in, she doesn’t complain, she’s—” Paige stopped herself, chest tightening. “She’s good. Really fucking good. Better than me.”

Zoey stared at her like she’d been slapped. “Okay? And why are you saying it like I insulted your wife?”

Paige’s jaw locked. She didn’t look at Zoey. Couldn’t. The streetlights flashing through the window felt easier to face than the truth on Zoey’s face.

Zoey scoffed. “You seriously can’t hear how insane you sound? You’ve spent the last few days acting like I barely exist—”

“Then be mad at me,” Paige cried. “Take it out on me. But don’t you talk about her like that. Not to me. Not ever.”

The car went silent.

Paige’s chest heaved like suddenly there wasn’t enough oxygen in the car for her to swallow. Zoey just stared at her like she knew she had already lost. Paige couldn’t take it anymore.

“Sir, would you pull over, please?” Paige asked, looking at the driver through the rearview mirror.

Zoey looked at her like she was crazy. “What? Paige, what are you doing?”

Paige didn’t answer. Just waited for the car to come to a stop and pushed open the door.

“Where are you going? We’re not done,” Zoey pleaded, grabbing Paige’s arm before she could step out of the car.

“No, actually, I think we are.” Paige ripped her arm away and stepped out onto the sidewalk. 

She started walking in the direction of her apartment, paying no attention to the Uber pulling off in the opposite direction. 

Silence swallowed everything. No club music. No city hum. No Azzi breathing against her mouth. No Zoey crying in frustration beside her. Just Paige. Alone on a Dallas sidewalk with the summer heat pressing against her like a punishment.

She sucked in a breath that scraped on the way down. What the hell am I doing? she thought.

The farther she walked, the slower her steps became. Not calmer, but heavier. Like every step pulled the weight of the truth behind her.

The Dallas heat clung to her skin, thick and suffocating, and she couldn’t tell if it was the weather or the shame that made her face burn.

She dragged a hand over her face, wincing when her fingers brushed the tender bruise on her cheek. The bruise Zoey had given her. The bruise Azzi had noticed immediately. The bruise Paige lied about because she wasn’t ready to admit to anyone (not even herself) how messy it had all become.

But as Paige walked, the truth pressed harder and harder against her ribs. She had probably just ended things with Zoey. Right there in the back of an Uber. She didn’t mean to. Not at first anyway. But the harder Zoey pressed, the harder Paige had to try to hold herself together. And she was tired. So she stopped.

She knew she should care more. She should be devastated. Zoey didn’t deserve that. Zoey didn’t deserve any of this. Zoey loved her, and Paige… well, Paige was supposed to love her back.

But as the humid night wrapped around her, as sweat slid down her spine and her pulse kept stuttering in her throat, Paige felt nothing but a dull ache of guilt and something far stronger rising under it. Something for Azzi. Always something for Azzi.

Her walk sped up without her meaning to. A sharp, building agitation flooded her bloodstream. Anger, confusion, longing tangled into something jagged that scraped along every inch of her insides. Her fists curled at her sides. She didn’t even realize she was clenching them until her nails bit into her palms.

Because she couldn’t stop replaying the night. Every second of it. Every breath.

She was spiraling. She knew she was spiraling. But she couldn’t stop. At least anger felt clearer than heartbreak. At least anger kept her upright. The farther she walked, the hotter her blood ran.

She kicked an empty can on the sidewalk, sending it skittering across the pavement. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. The sound ripped out of her, raw and frustrated.

Was she mad at Zoey? Yes, obviously. Was she mad at herself? Absolutely. Without a doubt. But underneath it all was a relentless fury she couldn’t place, couldn’t tame. 

Because she was still mad at Azzi. Or at least, she wanted to be. She knew she could never actually be mad at Azzi. With her, it was always just feelings getting caught up in all the bullshit. And because Paige couldn’t dissect the complexities of that in her current state, she just decided she was mad.

Mad that Azzi could still unravel Paige so easily. Mad that Paige let her. Mad that a single look from her could make Paige forget every boundary she’d built. Mad that she wanted her. Mad that she couldn’t stop wanting her. And mad that part of her didn’t even want to.

Paige thought that walking might help her cool off, but as she finally approached her building, she realized she was more tightly wound than before.

She punched her code into the keypad outside the building with more force than necessary. Stormed through the lobby to the elevator and almost laughed when she saw herself in the reflection. 

Red eyes. Flushed cheeks. Bruise darkening on her face. A girl who had just ruined something with someone good… because she couldn’t stop thinking about someone who broke her.

A laugh slipped out of her. Short, breathless, humorless. “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered to herself. “Actually insane.”

Her heart was still hammering against her ribs. Frantic, uneven, almost angry. Because at this point, she was well beyond the truth of wanting Azzi. She needed her. Still. Always. Forever. 

As the elevator doors opened on her floor, Paige stepped out and trudged down the hall to her door. She was exhausted. The only thing that kept her moving was the thought that her bed was just a hundred feet away. The end of the longest night of her life was in sight.

When she got to her apartment, she patted her pockets for her keys and came up empty. “Shit,” she muttered to herself. She tried the doorknob anyway, and surprisingly, it was unlocked. She shrugged and pushed it open.

Paige stepped inside, thinking maybe she forgot to lock the door, or maybe Zoey was the last one out, or–

She froze. Because Azzi was sitting on her couch. Like she had been waiting. Like she belonged there.

Paige’s mouth fell open. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Azzi adjusted her position on the couch to get a better look at Paige. “We didn’t finish that conversation earlier.”

Paige was still processing. Still staring, dumbfounded. “How did you even get in here?”

With a smirk on her face, Azzi lifted Paige’s keys into the air for her to see them. “You left these.”

Paige placed her hands on top of her head in disbelief. She blinked, trying to ignore the heat crawling up her neck. “You–okay… but how did you even get into the building?”

Azzi’s eyebrows flicked up. “Your code is 0535. You really think I couldn’t figure that one out?”

Paige’s cheeks flamed. She was a little mortified. But still too crossed to care much about that. 

She changed the subject. “Why are you here?”

Azzi stood from the couch, sighing. “To figure out what your problem is.”

Paige laughed once. Sharp. Humorless. “My problem? I’ve already told you my problem. You don’t get to show up here acting however you want because I’m not twenty years old anymore, eating out of the palm of your hand how you like me.”

The words flew out before Paige could stop them. Sharp. Splintered. She didn’t care.

Azzi’s eyes lit up. She laughed, but there was nothing soft about it. “You’re not?” she teased.

Paige shook her head and clenched her jaw as she turned away. “I’m not fucking doing this,” she said, already three steps to her bedroom.

Before Paige could make it to the hallway, Azzi moved fast and cut her off. They were close now. Too close. “No, let’s have it out. Say exactly what you need to say so you can stop feeling sorry for yourself,” she said with a pointed finger in the middle of Paige’s chest.

Paige froze. Her expression twisted. Insulted, but not in the fragile kind of way. This was the edge of something. That sharp place where love got tangled up in everything else. “You think I feel sorry for myself?” she hissed.

Azzi didn’t blink. Didn’t back off. “Don’t you? Isn’t that why you keep fucking girls who don’t know how to hurt you right?” she bit out, nodding at the bruise on Paige’s cheek.

Paige let the words sink for a moment. Then, quietly, “You don’t know shit.”

Azzi smiled. “Baby, I know everything. I know you. Probably better than anyone. Definitely better than you know yourself.”

The words landed hard right in the hollow part of Paige’s chest. She hated how much they rang true. Hated that Azzi still knew exactly where to strike.

“Is that what you came here to do?” Paige shot back, her voice breaking around the edges now. “Give me your expert opinion on what’s wrong with me? Press on the bruise you left to see if I still break the same way?”

She turned, marched to the bar cart, and with shaky hands, poured herself a drink. Whiskey neat.

“Well, guess what?” She threw back a swallow. “It still fucking hurts. Congratulations.”

She set the bottle down with more force than she meant to. “You need to leave.”

Azzi let out a breathy laugh. Sharp, knowing, maddening. “There it is.”

Paige’s shoulders tensed. Her grip tightened around her glass, knuckles white.

Azzi took a step toward her. Then another. Slow. Deliberate. Like she was approaching something fragile and combustible at the same time. “You push me away when it gets hard, but tt’s always ‘you need to leave’ and never ‘I want you to leave.’ Like it’s all my fault and not yours.”

Paige refused to turn around. She stared at the amber liquid in her glass as if it might explain something to her. Anything.

Azzi’s voice softened. “Go ahead. Own it. Tell me you want me to leave.”

Paige’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. She swallowed, throat tight. “I…” She forced the words out. “I have a girlfriend. You can’t be here.”

Azzi’s grin spread slowly and mercilessly. “Right,” she said. “Of course.”

Paige couldn’t stand the smugness in her tone. She walked away to the armchair across the room. Dropped into it, sinking back like her bones finally gave up. She took another sip of her drink, trying to keep her hand steady, trying to avoid Azzi’s gaze.

Azzi watched her. Chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. Eyes dark. Focused. Hungry. 

Distance is good, Paige thought. Apparently, not good enough, because Azzi started walking toward her. 

Paige didn’t realize what was happening until she was right there in front of her. 

Azzi placed one knee over Paige’s thigh. Then the other. And lowered herself into Paige’s lap, straddling her.

Paige’s breath left her in one harsh exhale. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered, jerking her face away on instinct—because looking directly at Azzi in this position would end her.

Azzi wasn’t having that.

She slid a hand into Paige’s hair and grabbed a fistful, turning Paige’s head until they were face-to-face. Mouth-to-mouth. Breath-to-breath.

“If you really cared about…” Azzi trailed off lightly, eyes flicking up like she was trying to remember something trivial. “What’s her name again? Zoey? If you really cared about her, then where is she?”

Paige’s chest caved inward. “I do care about her.”

Azzi’s smile sharpened. “Is that right?” Her grip tightened in Paige’s hair, pulling her closer.

Paige nodded, pupils blown wide, lips parted. She set the glass on the side table with trembling fingers.

Azzi leaned in, slow, devastating, and whispered against Paige’s ear, “Do you say her name the way you used to say mine?”

Paige shuddered so hard the chair creaked beneath them.

Azzi tugged her head to the side, lips brushing Paige’s neck. “Do you let her touch you the way I used to?”

“Azzi…” Paige gasped, voice breaking, breath hot and uneven.

“Do you think about me when she touches you?” Azzi whispered, teeth grazing her skin.

Paige moaned, helpless, unguarded, her hands flying to Azzi’s waist as if her body was choosing for her.

Azzi rolled her hips slowly, deliberately, as she murmured, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

Paige’s moan cracked into something else. Something wrecked and needy and furious at itself. Her fingers dug into Azzi’s hips. Her head fell back. She looked up at Azzi with wide, hungry eyes, every lie she’d told herself dissolving in real time.

Azzi let go of her hair, leaning back slightly to study her.

Paige stared up at her, chest heaving, lips parted, pupils dark. She looked ruined. She looked desperate. She looked like she belonged exactly where she was.

Azzi cupped Paige’s jaw, thumb brushing under her chin. Her voice dropped to a low murmur. “Yeah, baby. I know that face.” She smirked. “I know that when your eyes get like that, you can’t stay away for long.”

And just like that, she pushed off Paige’s lap, grabbed her purse off the kitchen counter, and walked toward the front door without looking back.

Paige scrambled upright, gripping the arm of the chair for balance. “What do you even want from me?” she asked, her voice cracking so badly it barely sounded like her.

Azzi paused a few feet before she got to the door. Turned around with a look on her face like the answer was obvious.

“Leave her.”

And then, she was gone. 

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Should’ve Been You

Pazzi (paige x azzi)

SMUT

warnings: emotional breakdowns, mention of unwanted touching and sexual pressure, first time, fingering, nipple play

wc: 4.5k

MDNI

notes: Sorry this took so long, been really busy. Last fic for a bit, please don’t send any requests! Thank you for still being interested in this one though:) Not perfect and I don’t really think I like it that much but here you go. Also it was originally supposed to be asshole!P but that didn’t really happen…

Number One

Pairing: WNBA!Paige x Draft!Azzi x College!reader

Subject: Paige and Azzi are both drafted to the W, and you feel like you’re being left behind.

Warnings: Slight angst, abandonment issues, (might’ve missed something :/)

When Paige got drafted it was simultaneously one of the best and hardest day of your life.

You were happy that her dreams were finally coming true and that all the hard work she put in was materializing before her eyes.

But What made it hard was the realization that, your girlfriend was leaving you, that she was going to the W and you would be stuck at UConn for another 2 years.

The only thing that was able to comfort you in that moment was the fact that you still had your other girlfriend to comfort you, Azzi. That comfort wrapped around you like a blanket.

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But now here you were a year later feeling the same feelings you felt before.

It was now Azzi’s moment. The moment she worked towards everytime she entered the gym.

And although the area was the same, the city was the same, and the feeling felt the same, something was different.

Different because this time when you went back to UConn, there would be no one going back with you. No one to say that they would still be there and cherish you.

It wasnt like Paige and Azzi were breaking up with you, it just felt like their worlds were slowly drifting away from yours and you were getting left behind.

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At the after party you don’t say much, just sit at the table taking small sips of your drink, hoping that eventually it’ll kick and leave you numb.

Azzi and Paige noticed your mood change, since the moment the draft started.

The way you quietly answered their questions and barely made eye contact.

They knew something was up, they just hoped eventually you’d say something.

The after party moves like a blur around you. People’s bodies dancing from one place to another, their laughs echoing in and around you.

You smell Paige and Azzi before you see them. The smell of your girlfriends’ perfume and cologne mixing to make an intoxicating aroma.

“You okay baby?” Paige says, her voice laced with that concern from earlier and a hint of alcohol.

Your response is meek and quiet, your eyes once again adverting theirs, “yeah”.

Azzi speaks before Paige can respond, frustration laced in her tone due to your lack of communication, “Stop lying. We know you’re not okay babe, you’ve barely spoken a thing all day, so come on let’s go”

You take the hand she gives you and follow behind her willingly, Paige following suite.

She leads you too a quite room that looks to be some other party venue.

You don’t say anything at first, instead letting the silence wrap around you, as you wait for one of them to speak first. Paige makes that first step.

“Come on what’s up baby, hm?”

You stay silent for a few more seconds before responding, your head spinning as you try to choose your words carefully.

“I don’t know… I just- I feel like I’m being left behind, like you guys are doing all these great successful things and I’m just stuck at UConn”

They look at each other before speaking, their eyes saying a thousand words that their mouths don’t.

“Babe what? Is that’s what been bothering you?” Azzi, asks.

“Yeah” you respond, your voice quiet from the lump in your throat.

Their eyes are filled with sadness and care as they take a step closer to you.

“Baby we would never leave you behind. You’re our number one girl. Just cause you’re still at UConn doesn’t mean anything. We love you and no distance is gonna change that…okay?”

You nod in response as you feel the tears fall.

Paige and Azzi wrap you in their arms, their voices whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

When you finally calm, they both look at you to make sure you’re okay.

When you finally meet their eyes, all you see is love.