#kk arnold

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Arthur note hey freaky folks here yall smut yall been worry me hell about btw this my first smut book so umm idk how I feel about this one imma get better with the smut … let me know what you like about this and what I need to do better Tyy xoxobre ps shoutout to my girl @villauconnbarcafball been here since day 1 thank you girly❤️

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The rain drummed a steady, heavy rhythm against the window of the dorm room. Azzi sat at her desk, surrounded by open textbooks and crumpled pieces of paper. It was Friday night, and while most people were out, she was stuck trying to finish her math homework. The air in the room felt thick and sleepy from the storm outside.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the wood desk. The screen lit up, showing a notification, but Azzi didn't even look at it. She just wanted to finish this last page. A few seconds later, a text popped up

Kaylabug💜“Come downstairs and open the door. Meet me.”

Azzi sighed, dropping her pencil. "What does she want now?" she muttered to herself.

She stood up, stretched her sore back, and grabbed her black umbrella from the corner. The walk down to the lobby was quiet, the hallway smelling like floor wax and old carpet. When she reached the heavy glass front doors, she pushed them open. The cold air hit her face, and the sound of the rain got much louder, splashing against the concrete.

Right there at the curb, a car was idling with its lights blurred by the downpour. Azzi pulled her hood up, popped her umbrella, and jogged over to the back door.

As soon as she pulled the door open, a thick, sweet cloud of smoke rolled out into the rainy air. The smell of weed was so strong it hit her instantly. She looked at the driver’s seat. Paige was sitting there, her back slumped against the leather. Her eyes were red and heavy, barely staying open as she stared at the dashboard. She was man spreading

in the driver’s seat, her knees knocked wide apart and her hands resting loosely on the bottom of the steering wheel. She looked completely spaced out.

"Finally, you made it," Kayla said from the back. She sounded impatient, leaning back into her seat and checking her nails.

Azzi didn't say a word. She closed her umbrella, shaking the water onto the floor mat, and climbed into the passenger seat. She shut the door, cutting off the sound of the rain, leaving them in the quiet, hazy warmth of the car. Kayla leaned forward, her hand heavy and damp from the rain as she gripped Azzi’s shoulder.

So, girly," Kayla started, her voice dropping to a persuasive whisper. "I really need a huge favor. I need your keys so I can run up and use your bathroom. I’ve been holding it forever and Paige is being a hater she won't even let me out to find a gas station."

Azzi felt the heat of Kayla's hand through her hoodie. She looked over at Paige, who was still slumped in the driver’s seat. Paige didn't even turn her head; she just stared blankly at the windshield wipers flicking back and forth, her jaw relaxed and her legs still spread wide, taking up the entire footwell. She looked like she was in another dimension.

Azzi scoffed, the sound sharp in the cramped, smoky space. She looked back at Kayla in the rearview mirror. "You’ve got to be kidding me," Azzi said,

shifting her weight away from the hand on her shoulder. "You made me walk all the way down here, in the middle of my homework and a literal thunderstorm, just because you have to pee? And you want my keys to go up there by yourself?"

She looked at the dashboard clock, then at the heavy rain blurring the world outside the window. The idea of letting Kayla loose in her room while she was stuck sitting in a car with a high off her mind Paige felt like a bad setup.

"Why can't Paige just drive you to the corner store?" Azzi asked, even though she already knew the answer just by looking at Paige’s glazed expression.

"She’s not moving, Azzi," Kayla groaned, giving Azzi’s shoulder a little shake. "Look at her. She’s locked in. Just give me the keys, it’ll take two minutes, I swear."

"You’re lucky," Azzi muttered. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her keys, and pressed them into Kayla’s hand.

Kayla grinned. "Thanks, Az." She hopped out of the car, slamming the door behind her, and disappeared into the lobby, leaving Azzi alone in the quiet, smoky car with Paige. The silence in the car felt heavy, thick with the scent of weed and the sound of rain drumming against the roof. Azzi stared out the side window, watching the drops race down the glass in blurry streaks. The lobby lights looked far away through the storm, and she wondered how long Kayla would actually take.

Slowly, the leather seat creaked. Paige shifted her weight, finally turning her head toward the passenger side. When Azzi finally looked over, Paige was watching her with those heavy, red-rimmed eyes. She reached up, dragging a thumb across her bottom lip before slowly licking them, her gaze never leaving Azzi’s face.

"You always this quiet?" Paige asked.

Her voice was different than usual. It was deep and dropped into a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the small space of the car. She was still sitting with her legs spread wide, one arm draped over the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console, inches away from Azzi’s hand.

Azzi felt a chill that had nothing to do with the rain outside. Paige looked completely wrecked, but the way she was staring made the air in the car feel even tighter than before.

Azzi narrowed her eyes, trying to read whatever was going on behind that glazed, heavy-lidded stare.

"What you talking bout?" Azzi asked, her voice steady but cautious.

Paige didn’t blink. She just let out a slow, lazy breath that smelled like blunt wraps, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She shifted slightly, her knee brushing against the center console as she leaned a bit closer into Azzi’s space. That deep, raspy voice came out even lower this time, almost like a growl.

"I’m just saying," Paige muttered, her words dragging just a little. "I’ve been sitting here watching you. You just stare out that window like you're a million miles away. You don't got nothing to say to me now that your bestie gone?"

She tilted her head to the side, her braids falling over her shoulder. The way she was looking at Azzi wasn't like her normal, goofy self. There was something intense and heavy about it, fueled by whatever she had been smoking. She reached out with her right hand, trailing her fingers along the edge of the gear shift, moving closer to where Azzi’s leg was.

"I know you ain't that shy," Paige added, her eyes dropping down for a second before snapping back up to lock onto Azzi’s. "Or maybe you just don't like being alone with me. Which one is it?"She leaned back against the passenger door, putting a little distance between her and that heavy, smoky energy Paige was putting out. She looked Paige up and down from the messy braids to the way she was slumped so low in the seat and let out a short, dry laugh.

"Shy? Please," Azzi said, her voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm not shy, Paige. I’m just wondering why you’re looking at me like I’m a snack when you can barely keep your head up straight."

She crossed her arms over her chest, staring right back into those red, heavy eyes. "And I got plenty to say. For starters, you're lucky you didn't hit a pole driving over here in that state. You look like you're seeing three of me right now."

Paige's smirk didn't fade; if anything, it grew wider, her tongue sliding over her teeth as she took in Azzi’s attitude.

"I see you just fine," Paige rasped, her voice sounding like velvet and sandpaper. She moved her hand from the gear shift, letting her fingers graze the fabric of Azzi’s sweatpants near her knee. "And I like the view. You're real cute when you’re acting all tough and concerned."

Azzi felt a heat crawl up her neck, but she didn't move her leg. She just raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her cool. "Keep your hands on the wheel, Paige. You’re high as a kite and Kayla’s gonna be back any second. Don't start something you're too faded to finish."Paige smacked her lips again, a slow, lazy sound. Without a word, she reached out with both hands, her grip surprisingly firm as she hooked them around Azzi’s waist. Before Azzi could even protest, Paige pulled her across the center console and right onto her lap.

The steering wheel pressed against Azzi’s back, and the space felt impossibly small. Paige’s legs were still spread wide, making room for Azzi to sit. The smell of weed and expensive cologne was everywhere now, overwhelming and warm.

Azzi didn't fight it, but she felt her heart racing. She leaned forward, hiding her face by tucking her head into the crook of Paige’s neck. The skin there was warm, and she could feel the vibration of Paige’s slow, steady breathing.

"Stop, Paige," Azzi mumbled, her voice muffled against Paige’s skin. She didn't move to get up, though. Her hands rested weakly on Paige’s shoulders.

Paige didn't let go. Instead, she tightened her hold on Azzi’s waist, leaning her head back against the headrest. She let out a low, raspy chuckle that Azzi felt more than she heard.

"You saying stop, but you ain't moving," Paige whispered, her voice vibrating right against Azzi's ear. She turned her head slightly, her lips grazing Azzi’s hair. "Make up your mind, Az."

Azzi didn't answer Paige’s teasing; she couldn't find the words even if she wanted to. Instead, she let her head heavy against Paige’s shoulder and began to press soft, lingering kisses into the warm skin of her neck. She moved slowly, her lips grazing the spot just below Paige’s ear where the scent of her perfume was the strongest. It was a familiar, aching feeling the kind of habit they both fell into whenever the world got quiet and they were finally alone.

Paige let out a sharp, jagged breath. The lazy, slumped posture she had earlier vanished as she reacted to the touch. Her hand, which had been resting loosely at Azzi’s waist, slid down with a sudden, possessive energy. She gripped Azzi’s rear firmly, her fingers digging into the fabric of her sweats, pulling her body even tighter against her own.

The sudden pressure and the heat of Paige’s palm made Azzi’s breath hitch. A low, soft moan escaped her, vibrating directly against the pulse point in Paige's neck.

The sound was muffled by the thick air in the car, but it was enough to make Paige groan back, a deep sound that rumbled from her chest.

Paige’s grip tightened, her knuckles grazing the leather of the seat as she held Azzi in place. "You're gonna make me forget Kayla's coming back," Paige rasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the kisses, her head falling back against the headrest. She looked completely gone now,

She moved from the soft, lingering kisses to something more intense. She caught a small patch of skin right above Paige’s collarbone and bit down hard. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was firm enough to leave a mark that would definitely be there tomorrow.

Paige’s reaction was instant. Her head snapped back against the headrest with a dull thud, and a sharp, breathy "fuck" escaped her lips. The sound was thick and strained, caught somewhere between a growl and a gasp. Instead of pulling away, Paige tilted her chin up and moved her head to the side, exposing the full length of her neck and giving Azzi even more room to work.

The low eye, heavy lidded look Paige had been wearing since Azzi got in the car sharpened into something much more focused. Her hands didn't just stay at Azzi's waist anymore; she pulled Azzi closer, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Azzi’s sweatpants, dragging her flush against her. The friction of their clothes and the intense heat building between them made the windows fog up even faster, turning the rainy world outside into nothing but a grey, blurry smear.

"You're wild for that," Paige rasped, her voice sounding completely wrecked. She reached up with one hand, her fingers tangling into the hair at the back of Azzi’s head, pulling just enough to keep her pressed firmly against her skin. "Do it again."

Azzi could feel Paige’s heart hammering against her own chest, a fast, rhythmic thumping that matched the frantic pace of the raindrops on the roof. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Paige’s skin and the fading smell of the blunt, before leaning back in to find another spot. Every time Azzi’s teeth grazed her, Paige let out another shaky breath, her body vibrating with every muffled sound Azzi made against her. They were completely locked in

She slid her hand upward, the cool air of the car hitting Azzi’s skin as the fabric of her shirt was pushed up. With practiced, shaky fingers, Paige reached behind Azzi’s back and unhooked the clasp of her bra.

The sudden release made Azzi’s breath hitch. Her chest felt heavy and sensitive in the dim light of the dashboard. Paige didn't waste a second; she reached out and cupped one of Azzi's breasts in her large, warm palm, her thumb grazing the peak. The contrast between Paige's rough, calloused hand and Azzi's soft skin sent a jolt through the car's silent cabin.

Paige leaned forward, her heavy lidded eyes dark and focused. She let her head drop, her mouth replacing her hand on the other side. As soon as she took Azzi into her mouth, a loud, broken moan tore from Azzi’s throat, echoing against the glass. Azzi arched her back, her fingers digging desperately into Paige’s shoulders, clutching the fabric of her hoodie as she was pulled deeper into the seat.

Paige groaned low in her throat, a sound of pure satisfaction. She used her free hand to squeeze and knead, her grip firm and possessive, while she continued to swirl her tongue with a lazy, rhythmic pressure. The steering wheel was pressed into Azzi’s side and the gear shift was digging into her leg, but she didn't care. The world was just the smell of Paige’s skin, the sound of the rain, and the intense, dizzying heat of Paige’s mouth.

Azzi’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the feeling, her body trembling on Paige’s lap. Every time Paige sucked harder or squeezed, Azzi let out another soft, shaky sound, her heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her fingertips.

zzi was trembling, her hands shaking as she gripped Paige’s hair. Every breath she took felt like she was inhaling Paige’s scent.

"Please, Paige..." Azzi whispered, her voice cracking as another moan escaped her.

Paige didn't stop. Her movements were heavy and determined. She reached down, pulling Azzi’s shirt over her head and tossing it into the back seat. Then, her hands moved to the waistband of Azzi’s shorts, sliding them down and off her legs until Azzi was completely exposed in the dim, smoky light.

Paige leaned back just an inch, her red eyes wandering over Azzi’s body with a slow, hungry look. She looked like she was in a trance, her chest rising and falling heavily.

"You want it?" Paige rasped, her voice deeper than before, sounding like a growl. She gripped Azzi's hips, her thumbs digging into her skin. "Tell me how bad you want it, Az. Say it."

She waited, her mouth hovering just inches from Azzi’s, her hot breath ghosting over her lips. She wasn't moving until she heard the words.

Azzi’s head fell back against the steering wheel, her eyes squeezed shut. She felt the cold air from the car’s vents on her skin, but where Paige was touching her, she was burning up.

"I want it so bad," Azzi whimpered, her fingers tightening on Paige's shoulders. "Please, Paige... right now."

Paige let out a dark, satisfied hum and

Azzi reached down, her fingers trembling but determined, and caught Paige’s wrist. She guided Paige’s hand downward, past the heat of her stomach, until she pressed Paige’s palm firmly against the damp heat between her legs.

"I want it bad," Azzi whispered directly into Paige’s ear, her lips brushing against the lobe as she shivered.

Paige let out a ragged, guttural sound, her head falling back against the seat again. The contact was electric. Her hand was large and warm, and as soon as she felt how ready Azzi was for her, her fingers didn't stay still. She began to move with a slow, heavy rhythm that matched the dazed, high energy she’d been carrying all night. Her thumb found the center of everything, applying a lazy but firm pressure that made Azzi’s knees go weak.

"Yeah?" Paige rasped, her voice a low vibration that Azzi could feel in her own chest. "You're so slick for me, Az."

Paige hooked a finger under the edge of Azzi's lace, tugging it aside so there was nothing left between her skin and Azzi's. She began to work, her touch deep and rhythmic, making Azzi’s hips roll instinctively against her hand. Every time Paige's palm pressed flat against her, Azzi let out a sharp, broken gasp, her forehead dropping onto Paige’s shoulder as she tried to muffle her sounds.

Paige’s other hand stayed locked on Azzi’s waist, her thumb digging into her hip bone to keep her from moving too far away.

"Look at me," Paige commanded, her voice thick and commanding.

Azzi lifted her head, her hair messy and her eyes hazy with a mix of want and exhaustion. Paige was staring at her with a look of pure, clouded hunger, her pupils blown wide. She moved her hand faster, her fingers curling and sliding with an expert touch that had Azzi arching her back, her breath coming in short, frantic hitches as she neled closer to the edge.

Paige’s hand moved with a sudden, sharp intent, her fingers curling upward and finding that one sensitive internal ridge with a heavy, rhythmic pressure. The friction was intense, perfectly timed with the slow, deep grind of her palm against Azzi's exterior.

Azzi’s entire body went rigid. Her fingers, which had been tangled in Paige’s hair, tightened so hard her knuckles turned white. Her back arched in a sharp, elegant curve, her chest pressing hard against Paige's as the sensation built into something unbearable.

“I-I’m—” Azzi started, her voice a frantic, high pitched thread of sound, but the words died in her throat.

The climax hit her like a physical weight. Her internal muscles clamped down hard on Paige’s fingers as a sudden, hot rush of fluid erupted from her, soaking into Paige’s hand and splashing across the leather of the driver's seat. Azzi’s legs began to shake uncontrollably, her thighs quivering against Paige’s hips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

She let out a long, broken cry that was muffled by the crook of Paige’s neck, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing hitches. The world was spinning, reduced to nothing but the pulsing heat between her legs and the feeling of Paige holding her steady through the storm of it.

Paige didn’t pull away. She leaned into the mess, her thumb continuing to circle with a slow, grounding pressure even as Azzi continued to twitch and shudder in her lap. Paige let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated deep in her chest, her heavy-lidded eyes watching Azzi’s face with a look of dazed, smug satisfaction.

"Yeah, I got you," Paige rasped, her voice sounding like gravel and silk. She pulled Azzi’s limp body closer, burying her face in Azzi’s damp hair. "I definitely got you."

Azzi was completely spent, her head lolling onto Paige’s shoulder as the adrenaline began to fade, leaving her heavy and floating in the quiet, hazy warmth of the car. The only sound left was the rain and the frantic thud of two hearts trying to find their rhythm again.

She reached into the backseat, grabbing Azzi’s shirt and shorts. Azzi was completely out, her head lolling against the headrest, her breathing deep and rhythmic after the intensity of what just happened. Paige carefully slid the shirt over Azzi’s limp arms and pulled her shorts back up, smoothing the fabric over her damp skin. She adjusted the passenger seat, reclining it so Azzi could rest comfortably, and threw a light jacket over her to hide any lingering mess.

Just as Paige was leaning back into her own seat, trying to catch her breath, the lobby door swung open. Kayla jogged through the rain, shielding her head with her hands, and yanked the back door open. She hopped in, bringing a burst of cold, wet air with her.

"Man, that was close! I thought a RA was gonna see me in the hall," Kayla panted, shaking her hair out. She buckled her seatbelt and looked up, her expression quickly shifting from relief to total confusion. "Wait... what happened to Azzi? Is she dead?"

She leaned forward, peering over the center console at the unconscious girl. Azzi was dead to the world, her mouth slightly open and a faint flush still on her cheeks.

Then Kayla’s eyes traveled to Paige, and her eyebrows shot up. Paige was sitting there, trying to look cool, but she was a mess. Her breathing was still heavy, and in the dim light of the dashboard, Kayla could see the glisten on Paige’s hand it was soaked,

the moisture reflecting the green glow of the radio. Even worse, Paige hadn't realized she had a smear of wetness across her own mouth, and the front of her dark sweatpants had a visible, damp patch where Azzi had been sitting.

"Yo, Paige..." Kayla said, her voice dropping as she put the pieces together. She looked from Paige’s wet hand to the sleeping Azzi, then back to the damp spot on the driver's seat. "Why is your hand all wet? And your mouth? Did y'all... in the ten minutes I was gone?"

Paige didn't even try to come up with a lie. She just wiped her mouth with the back of her wet hand, which only made it worse, and let out a long, raspy chuckle. She looked back at Kayla through those bloodshot, heavy eyes, a smug, lopsided grin spreading across her face.

"She was stressed about her homework," Paige rasped, her voice sounding deeper and more wrecked than ever. "I just helped her relax. Now shut up and let her sleep."

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Summary: Azzi finally gets to ride Paige’s abs! But they forgot that they weren’t the only people in the dorm. (Poor KK😭)

Context: riding, praising, dirty talk, aftercare, brief mention of spanking, fluff , KK being traumatized, down bad paige. (I think that’s it.)

Wc: 1.5k

A/N: Hi guys!💗 I’m so happy that y’all loved the first part of this fic. I was really nervous to post it because it was my first time writing a pazzi fic but anyways I hope y’all enjoy this one . <3

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Paige’s low and droopy eyes met with Azzi’s, her teeth were slightly showing as she bit her bottom lip. Her left hand snaked around Azzi’s waist, bringing her right hand up to Azzi’s nape, pulling her into a slow, but passionate kiss.

“Of course I’ll let you ride my abs, ma.” She purred, dazed from the sight of the women in front of her.

Azzi’s hair was slightly frizzy, her lowlided eyes flashed a hint of excitement from Paige’s words. Her lips were swollen from their kissing, as her cheeks flushed with a faint red color.

“I know you’ve been dying to ride them, especially with how you were looking at them in the locker room.”

“ You looked like you were going to jump my bones.” She joked.

Azzi flashed Paige a playful wink, running her hands down the soft fabric of her black tank top that was somehow still on.

“Yeah.. honestly if our teammates weren’t there I probably would’ve.” Azzi admitted.

She took her tank top off revealing her round bronze peaks. Her nips hardened from the gust of wind flowing through the air vent above them.

Azzi gripped Paige arm that was still holding her neck, dragging it down to her chest, allowing Paige’s big warm hand to cup her right breast.

A whine left Azzi’s lips as Paige rolled her nipple in between her fingers, slightly tugging at the hardened buds while watching Azzi’s face.

Paige ran her left hand that was wrapped around Azzi’s waist up and down the girl's side, caressing the soft skin with her fingers.

Her fingers drifted further down, caressing Azzi's hip bone. She lightly traced the skin that rested above the bone, gripping it tightly and tugging Azzi’s body downwards to where the girl's wet and sensitive heat was now resting on her stomach.

Fucking finally. Azzi thought.

“Wait, hold on.” Azzi moaned, as she tried changing their position. She trailed her shaky damp hand up to her chest, resting it on top of Paige’s that was still kneading her breast.

Interlocking them together as she moved there hands down to her ass, released her grip on the pale hand, silently begging for Paige to touch her there.

Her back arched as she moved both her hands behind her back, grasping onto Paige’s thighs to support herself.

Once Azzi was satisfied with the position they were in, she moved her hips into a back and forth motion onto Paige’s stomach.

Her head was tilted back as the hardness from Paige’s flexed stomach created a wonderful sensation against her clit. Her eyelids were half open as her mouth was wide open allowing loud moans to fall out her lips, not caring about anyone hearing them.

Paige’s eyes widened, watching the scene fall apart in front of her. Her grip tightened on Azzi’s ass, kneading the skin, pulling back every once in a while to slap at the skin, leaving a faint red hand print on it.

Paige's face darkened as she heard Azzi let out a few whimpers from the sting.

“You like that, mama?” She slurred.

Paige's eyes looked down at her stomach, watching it become more and more soaked with Azzi’s juices, feeling the wetness drip down her stomach and meeting with Paige’s heat.

“Mhm. It feels so good.”

“Oh fuck-.” Azzi cried as Paige increased the pace with the hand on her hip, helping her move faster onto Paige’s toned stomach.

Paige dipped her head into Azzi's chest, catching one of the nubs in her mouth, sucking and flicking the nipple with her tongue, pulling back to give the other one the same attention.

She felt like kisses around the nipples, sucking on the skin around them causing dark purple marks to form on the curly haired girl’s pecks.

“I’m so close, baby.” Azzi announced breathlessly, digging her nails into her lover’s thighs trying to ground herself.

Paige moved her hand away from Azzi’s ass, moving it in between them to find Azzi’s clit. Using her thumb to create a circular motion on Azzi’s nub.

“Come on baby, give it to me.”

“You look so gorgeous right now, god. “ Paige huffed out.

Her eyes focused on the way Azzi is moving her hips against her stomach, loving the way her curves looked covered in Azzi’s slick.

“Damn mama, you're making a mess on my abs.” She mumbled in disbelief.

“I’m coming, oh fuck-“ Azzi cried out feeling her climax wash over her, her legs trembling as her arms gave out from the orgasm.

Her body collapsed forward, causing her head to land just above her lover’s heart beat. One of her hands rested on the small lump on Paige’s chest as her other hand fell to Paige’s side.

The rapid thumping coming from Paige’s chest helped Azzi relax as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes closed as she felt a wave of tiredness wash over her.

Paige ran her fingers up and down Azzi’s back, shoving her head into Azzi’s neck, peppering soft kisses from her jawline to the base of her neck.

“Good girl, you did so good for me, az.” She whispered into the girl's ear, receiving a small hum from the girl.

“Thank you, mama.” Paige tiredly hummed, snuggling the girl on top of her closer, listening to the sound of Azzi breathing as she closed her eyes.

The moment was rudely interrupted by the loud ringing and buzzing coming from Azzi’s phone that was placed on the nightstand by their bed.

Ugh, Paige grumbled, slowly stretching her arm out to grab the phone, trying not to move her lover that laid stretched out on her chest.

The phone screen was light up, showing call from kk🧑‍🧑‍🧒. Her finger slid over the phone accepting the call and put it on speaker phone.

“AZZI. You do realize that other people live in this dorm too right?” KK shouted through the phone.

“Tell me why I was scrolling on tik tok, minding my business, and all of a sudden the dorm walls started vibrating from the loud moaning coming from your room.” She rambled on.

“Then I tried putting in my noise canceling headphones and they died after 20 minutes.” She cried.

“The tv couldn’t even cover up the sounds, I swear you're going to pay for my therapy, I'm traumatized.” She said, letting out a dramatic sigh.

Paige’s cheeks became a bright red as embarrassment washed over her. “I’m so sorry kk. I’ll buy you all the chipotle you want to make up for it.” Paige promised.

“Paige?! What the hell-, where’s Azzi?”

“She’s sleeping, and I’m sorry.” She half assed apologized.

“Yeah you better be, next time please warn me so I can go to ice’s room.” She replied before hanging up the phone.

Paige threw Azzi’s phone to the side, looking up at the ceiling letting out a muffled laugh.

She glanced back down to Azzi’s resting body, she heard small snoring coming from Azzi’s slightly opened mouth, watching the girl's back move up and down slowly as she breathed.

“Come on hunny, let’s get you cleaned up,okay?” She whispered into her ear, lightly tapping the girl's sides.

Paige’s arms held Azzi’s back as she sat them up, a low grumble came from Azzi’s lips.

“I know, I’m sorry. I know you’re tired.” Paige cooled as she got out of bed, picking Azzi up, wrapping the girl's legs around her waist, her hands gripping the back of her thighs to steady her.

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s neck, tucking her head into the warmth of the girl's chest.

Paige carried her into the bathroom, turning on the lights, as she sat Azzi up on the counter top.

She ran a light pink wash rag under cold water, lightly rubbing Azzi’s inner thighs trying to be gentle not wanting to hurt her.

“It’s cold.” Azzi whined tiredly, she rested her back onto the mirror behind her, not wanting to hold herself up. Her eyes were still closed shut not wanting to open them because of the brightness of the fluorescent light.

“I know, I’m sorry I’m almost done.” Paige replied as she finished cleaning Azzi up.

She then brought the rag to her stomach, cleaning up the dried up slick. She threw the rag in the laundry bin, grabbing Azzi’s pink bonnet that was laying on the counter beside them.

She gently pulled it over the curly girl’s hair, giving her a soft peck on the nose.

“You're so beautiful, my love.” She whispered, caressing Azzi’s rosy cheek.

She lifted Azzi’s lifeless body up from the counter, turning off the bathroom light as they walked out the door and headed back to Azzi’s bed.

Under the comforter, Paige was stretched out on her back, with her head propped up on a pillow. Her left hand cradled Azzi’s back as her right hand rested on the back of Azzi’s thigh that was wrapped around her.

Azzi was laying fully on top of her, she had one leg draped over Paige’s stomach as her head found its way back to the skin above Paige’s heartbeat.

“Goodnight, my love.” Paige whispered, before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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