iloveitiloveitiloveit
synopsis: paige was done with azzi. for real this time. the younger girl seemed to have a habit of pushing and pushing and pushing and paige couldn’t take it anymore.
(based off of bella kay’s song! go listen!)
w.c. — 2.8k (so short #sorry)
themes: paige down terribly bad, azzi is a fuckboy, azzi is high key evil, paige cannot stand up for the life of her #yikes
warnings: angst, drinking, sexual content
author’s note: hi i’m so sorry if this seems rushed!! i kept hearing this song and just had to write this fic lol :p (i’ve never written smut before so if you guys have any tips let me know :,)) ermmmm happy reading! fuck ice!! let’s go seahawks!!
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paige had known it was a dumb decision to go to the bar that night. every time she went out, she found azzi flirting with another girl. her friends would tell constantly tell her to leave her alone. to stop hoping for something that would never be given back to her, but truth be told, she loved it. in fact, the minute that they’d say anything even slightly mean about azzi, she’d instantly make up a lie so as to not seem like a victim.
she’d complain about the countless times azzi would hurt her in ways that should’ve been enough to leave forever, but deep down in her heart she knew that she’d always be down expeditiously bad for azzi, as evil as the brunette could be.
but tonight, she truly had reached her breaking point with azzi. things had felt so good recently, and azzi just had to go and fuck things up.
paige wore the flannel azzi said she liked, layered atop the black shirt she said made paige’s arms look big. she paired it with the baggy dark blue jeans she stole from the younger girl.
azzi looked so beautiful that night, as she always did. she wore the matching jewelry paige had bought for her last valentine’s day, pink diamonds glistening in her ears and sat on her chest. she wore a matching black set, and hair was perfectly styled in her favorite half-up-half-down.
she sat at the bar, laughing with her friend. lauren, laney, something like that. paige didn’t really care about azzi’s friends.
it was almost as if azzi could feel paige staring at her, because as paige’s eyes trailed back up from where they had been staring at her legs, she met azzi’s. paige caught her smile before quickly snapping her gaze back into her lap.
nika had been saying something into paige’s ear, but she didn’t catch it over the loud music pumping through the bar. god, this dj was ass. also, she was still thinking about azzi. “what was that?”
nika groaned, repeating herself. “i said, you have to let her go.”
“let who go?” paige replied, feigning confusion. (not well, apparently).
“azzi,” she sighed, “and don’t play dumb with me. you’re so down bad for a girl who wants nothing to do with you,” nika said, clear annoyance in her voice. “she’s so terrible to you.”
“nika, stop. watch how you talk about her,” paige said angrily, always one to defend the younger girl. “you know it’s not like that.”
she hesitated before continuing. “actually — you’d never understand. so how ‘bout you shut up and stop talking about shit that doesn’t involve you?” she spat, staring nika down.
“dude, chill. i’m just saying — don’t say i didn’t warn you this time.” nika said, promptly walking up and leaving just as paige was about to reply.
paige buried her face in her hands, groaning at her tendency to always take the fault when both her and azzi knew she wasn’t to blame. she was utterly pathetic. still, she couldn’t change it. her brain was engineered to always put the younger girl first.
when she looked back up, she saw her again. only this time, she wasn’t looking back. she was looking up at another girl. she looked like a total fuckboy, tatted arms, baggy shirt and jeans, and dirty blonde hair.
azzi threw her head back in laughter before pulling her phone out to, seemingly, give the blonde girl her number. when she stood, she was slightly taller than the girl.
all of that had been typical behavior from azzi, constantly trying to make paige jealous. she knew how much the older girl loved it. she knew she’d never say no to her no matter how badly she hurt her.
but paige was done. because this time, azzi grabbed the girls hand and walked her to the dim hallway of the bathroom. she smiled before pulling the girl in with her, the door slamming behind them.
paige gave it a few minutes, hoping azzi would suddenly get the ick and leave, but when enough time had passed, paige decided she’d leave. she was so angry and so fucking done with her.
paige: so done with u
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she stood, suddenly realizing she had way too much to drink. she went to go find nika, hoping she could walk back to the dorms with her. after checking the whole bar, she went on her phone to see that nika had apparently left.
paige ordered an uber and tried to keep her composure. it was freezing outside, but the alcohol kept her warm enough. she thought about azzi, then realized that probably wasn’t the best idea. she was not about to cry over her situationship outside of a shitty storrs, connecticut bar, and if her thoughts lingered too much on her, she knew that’s what would happen.
the uber pulled up to the curb, and paige entered slowly, her movements laggy from the shots she’d downed earlier. she fell limp against the door, willing herself to stay awake. she stared out at the dead college town lit by street lamps and her eyes filled with tears. she tried to blink them back but they wouldn’t stop flowing.
god, she was a fucking loser, letting herself fall for a girl who would never pay her mind. she inhaled sharply, hoping that the poor uber driver didn’t hear her drunk sobs from the backseat of his car.
when he finally pulled up to her dorm, she quickly got out, muttering a wet thank you through her tears before walking into the building.
she stumbled up the staircase, feeling entirely drained from the events of the day.
when she got into her dorm, the lights were already off, signaling to her that dorka and nika were probably already asleep. she trudged into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror, eyes red and puffy from her tears. she sobbed more at the sight, realizing how pathetic she was, crying over azzi.
she went to bed in one of the shirts azzi had left after one of their countless hookups, eyes still red and puffy and head pulsing from the tears and alcohol.
….
she woke up the next morning with a pulsing headache and checked her phone, the screen entirely too bright for how hungover she was. great. now she was nauseous and sad, since her phone had no new messages from azzi. as mad as she was at azzi, she was secretly waiting for a text back.
instead, she walked out into the common area of their apartment. azzi was sitting down on her couch, scrolling through her phone next to dorka. when she looked up, she smiled, as if nothing had happened the night before. “hey, p,” she said, before standing up and walking past paige into her bedroom.
paige was so confused, but followed her anyway. she decided she’d kick her out. “why are you in my room?”
azzi laughed at paige’s accusatory tone, not paying her any mind. “because i’m bored.”
paige was seriously done. like, genuinely. so, so done. “did you fuck her?”
azzi continued scrolling through her phone, nonchalant as ever. “yup.”
jesus christ, she was so blunt. sometimes, paige wished she was less honest. at least that way she wouldn’t have to know the truth about all of azzi’s endeavors. “fuck you, azzi.”
that caught her attention. “excuse me?”
paige let out a short laugh. “you fucking heard me. fuck. you.”
azzi scoffed. “whatever i do isn’t any of your fucking business, paige.”
“well why’d you do it, then?” paige asked, not even pretending she wasn’t pissed about it anymore. “you wake up next to me and then go fuck somebody in the bathroom of a bar? not to mention, in the same bathroom where you squirted in my mouth?”
azzi looked at her like she was stupid. “i don’t owe you shit, paige. if you want something different, leave,” she said, zero sincerity in her features. “cause i’m not attached to whatever the fuck you think this is,” azzi deadpanned. “we’re friends who have sex. i don’t owe you loyalty.”
paige couldn’t believe it. she doesn’t know why she even tried. her eyes began to fill with tears, and she was fucking humiliated. “you’re so fucking mean. you do this shit to me over and over again and i’m sick of it.”
azzi continued with the nonchalance, zero sign of give in her features. “and yet, you stay anyways.”
paige looked at her, eyes continuing to fill with tears. “well i’m not staying this time. we’re done, azzi. whatever this is, whatever you consider us to be, i’m fucking done with it.”
azzi shrugged, as if the sentence hadn’t affected her at all. “okay?”
paige scoffed, turning towards her door. “fuck you. you’re so fucking terrible to me,” she said before slamming her door with finality.
…
when she woke up the next morning, she felt so fucking guilty. she knew she had to apologize. she said words she didn’t mean, threw accusations she shouldn’t have thrown. they could get over this. they always did.
paige decided she’d walk to azzi’s apartment to apologize, and then she’d end their agreement. they’d stay friends without the sex.
… or at least that’s what she’d planned.
because she never really stood a chance, since azzi opened her door that afternoon looking beautiful as ever. her hair was down like she’d just styled it and she was wearing paige’s favorite light purple sweat set. the sweatshirt was cropped, teasing azzi’s toned abs and her belly button piercing.
memories flashed through her head. azzi pressed against her kitchen counter, sweatshirt rucked up by paige’s hand as the other worked her in tandem with her mouth. azzi crying from the sensation, pushing paige’s head away because of the overstimulation.
paige willed herself back into the present, deciding to keep her eyes fixed on azzi’s instead.
and lord, that was a terrible mistake. because even though paige had seen every square inch of azzi’s body, there was nothing she loved more than her eyes. those beautiful brown eyes that could make her do anything azzi asked of her.
just as she was about to turn and leave once she realized how big of a mistake this was, azzi’s hand wrapped around her arm. “paige,” she started. “what are you doing here?”
and then paige remembered everything. the words she’d said the night before, the things she’d told her. and fucking hell, she was crying again. “i’m so sorry, baby,” she choked through her sobs. “i shouldn’t have said all that to you.”
azzi didn’t respond. didn’t even react. it was as if paige hadn’t said anything at all. so, naturally, paige kept going. if azzi hadn’t said anything back, the older girl probably hadn’t said enough. “you’re not mean. you’re perfect,” she continued through her sobs. “and whatever you give me is enough. i don’t need more than that what i have, swear.”
paige looked back at azzi, who still held a poker face. then finally, she smiled. her bright teeth shone from between her glossed lips, and her dimples peeked from between her cheeks. still, she didn’t say anything. until she started laughing.
paige continued crying from the utter confusion. it was as if azzi didn’t care that she’d just poured her heart out. like she didn’t just beg for forgiveness at her door. “what’s wrong with you?”
paige scrunched her face in confusion. “what do you mean?”
azzi laughed again, as if the entire situation was ridiculous to her. “i mean, why are you crying, paige?”
paige was astounded at how clueless azzi was pretending to be. “because i was super mean to you last night.”
azzi choked out another laugh. “yeah, you were. but right now it sounds like you’re waiting for me to respond or something. i’m still pissed at you,” she said, her face now painted with disgust.
paige wiped the tears out of her eyes and let herself take a few breaths before speaking. “please. let me prove it to you. let me prove how sorry i am,” she said, grabbing azzi’s chin to force the younger girl to look up at her.
and god, she was so beautiful. her brows were furrowed, and her teeth toyed with her lip as if she was trying to keep her composure. “okay,” she said, her voice still laced in anger. “prove it then, paige.”
and paige obeyed immediately, dropping to her knees and pressing azzi up against the door. she smirked up at her and spoke. “your roommates home?”
azzi scoffed. “obviously not. if they were i wouldn’t be letting you do this.”
paige grabbed her hips and fell back onto her heels, resting her head against the younger girl’s knee. after a moment, she kissed it through the fabric before leveling her head back up to her hips. she pulled on the drawstring of azzi’s sweatpants. paige pulled them down, revealing a black thong. she looked up, kissing her jutting hip bones. “so perfect az, fuck.”
“please, paige,” azzi begged, not even attempting to hide her desperation.
paige brought her gaze back down to azzi’s thong, which was now growing a dark spot from her arousal. she wasn’t going to drag it out this time. she couldn’t. she, herself was too desperate. paige was sure she’d come just from tasting azzi, as she often did. her left hand grabbed azzi’s, and the other pulled azzi’s thong aside.
azzi’s cunt glistened with her need, and paige had to taste her immediately. “so fucking pretty, az. always.” she lapped up her arousal and groaned at the taste of it. it was her favorite thing in the world, having azzi whiny and desperate above her.
“paige, you’re so — fucking hell,” azzi choked out. “don’t stop. please,” she begged, fingers still gripping paige’s hair.
“never would, baby,” paige mumbled. she dragged her head back from a second, leaving azzi’s cunt to pulse around nothing. “if i could choose how to die, this would be it. you, riding my face, crying for me,” she said, smiling. “would suffocate in it.” azzi whimpered and tried to drag paige back towards her. “patience, az,” she spat out cockily, her face sheen with azzi’s arousal. “you got the best pussy in the world, mama,” she said, kissing azzi’s cunt.
paige continued to suck at azzi’s clit, determined to get the younger girl crying. she heard azzi’s whines get louder, the younger girl shaking above her. “paige, please — can’t,” she choked out. “feels too good. i can’t do it.”
“you can, mama. just hold on a little longer for me, baby. i know you can,” she said, pressing a kiss to her pelvis. paige looked up one last time and saw azzi sobbing above her. the younger girl tried to push her back down, but paige resisted her this time. “can you be good and wait a little longer?”
azzi finally looked down at her, eyes heavy with her arousal, and nodded. “good girl,” paige said, sucking a mark into her thigh.
she put her mouth back on azzi’s clit, the brunette immediately shaking from the sensitivity. paige worked her up until she heard the younger girl let out a sob above her, and she finally worked her towards release. “go ahead, baby, let go for me,” she said.
azzi cried as paige worked her through her orgasm, tongue licking up every last bit of her come.
“‘s okay azzi. you’re okay,” she said. she put azzi’s pants back on and pulled her into a hug, kissing her forehead.
the younger girl was completely spent, unable to form a coherent sentence. paige always felt possessive when azzi was like this, embarrassed by her own need. she pulled azzi into a kiss, whispering reassurances to her in between. “it’s okay mama, you’re okay.”
after a few minutes of lazily kissing, a sharp knock pounded through azzi’s apartment as her eyes widened with guilt. “shit.”
“who’s that, az?” paige asked before moving to answer the door.
“no — paige, wait,” azzi started. but it was too late.
there was the girl from the other night. she wore a gray nike tech set, and she looked just as pissed as paige. she hadn’t looked in a mirror, but she was sure her hair was tousled from having azzi’s fingers intertwined in it. it was obvious why she was there.
paige looked back at azzi. looked at the girl, who was definitely shorter than azzi now that she was seeing her up close. she laughed with disbelief, though she wasn’t surprised. “just a second,” she muttered out in the direction of the short blonde, who just nodded in understanding.
she shut the door. walked up to azzi. growled out a “fuck you,” and left.
the other girl was already gone, and azzi was left alone in her dorm.
azzi: i’m sorry paige
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