#mrsfudd

mommy azzi n daddy Paige, thanks to anon for the fire req

Rumors had been circulating on social media for week. Fans dissected every photo, every video clip of you and Paige together, her arm slung over your shoulder during a game, her hand lingering too long around your waist as you laughed at some joke.

“Paige is cheating on Azzi with her best friend” the comments screamed.

“Look at how touchy they are”

“Azzi deserves better”

You scrolled through the threads late at night, with a mix of amusement and frustration building in your chest.

If only they knew the truth, that you, Paige, and Azzi were a truly all together, tangled up in each other in ways the media could never imagine.

Paige and Azzi, the golden couple of women's basketball, were too scared to come clean. The pressure of their fame, the endorsements, the scrutiny, it all kept your relationship locked away like a dirty little secret.

Tonight, you were done pretending. The three of you piled into the back of a sleek black SUV with a distracted uber driver, heading to an exclusive club downtown. Paige sat on one side of you, her athletic frame pressed close, fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh under the hem of your short black dress. Azzi was on the other side, her dark eyes admiring you as she rested her head on your shoulder.

Paige chuckled, her hand sliding higher, brushing against the edge of your panties. “Im gonna take such good care of this pussy later. Right baby?

You swatted Paige's hand away, the feeling of their touch only fueled your anger.

“Yeah, well, maybe if you two weren't such pussies, we wouldn't have to hide this. Fans think you're cheating on Azzi with me, Paige. It's fucking pathetic” You blurted out

The car fell silent for a moment, the city lights flashing by. Azzi's grip tightened on your arm. “Not now baby, let’s have fun tonight” Azzi said, disregarding you.

“Fun?” You pulled away, crossing your arms. “I'm tired of this shit, of all the secrets. Do what I asked or I'm done playing along.”

Paige's jaw clenched, her blue eyes flashing with irritation. “You know we can't. Drop it”

By the time you arrived at the club, the tension was unbearable. The bouncer waved you through without a second glance, Paige and Azzi's status opened doors like magic. Inside, the bass thumped through your body, bodies grinding on the dance floor under strobe lights. You grabbed a drink from the bar, downing it in one go, the burn matching the fire in your heart.

Paige and Azzi stuck close at first, their hands possessive on your hips as you moved to the music. You could feel their eyes darting around, scanning for paparazzi, always performing the “best friend” act. It pissed you off. Spotting a tall pretty stranger, you made your move. You walked over, hips swaying, and your back against her front. Her hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer as you rolled your ass against her crotch, grinding to the beat.

The stranger's breath was hot on your neck. “Damn baby”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Paige and Azzi at the bar, their expressions angry. Azzi was the first to react, pushing across the floor with Paige hot behind her.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?' Azzi hissed, grabbing your arm, pulling you away.

The woman raised her hands, backing off with a laugh.

Paige wrapped a firm hand around your other wrist, dragging you toward the exit. “We're leaving. Now.”

You stumbled after them, the alcohol buzzing in your veins. “Jealous already? Maybe if you two manned up-”

“Stop talking” Paige growled, shoving open the side door into the cool night air. The SUV waited, they pushed you inside, slamming the door shut.

The ride home was tense, silent anger radiating from both of them. You sat between them, arms crossed, but your heart raced with a twisted thrill. Once you arrived, they hauled you inside without a word, straight to the bedroom. The door clicked locked behind you.

Azzi shoved you onto the king-sized bed, muscles flexing as she loomed over you. “The fuck do you think this is? Dancing on some random bitch to make a point?” Azzi scoffed.

Paige stripped off her jacket, tossing it aside, her tank top clinging to her toned abs. “It’s okay, we’re gonna teach you a lesson. Strip. Now.”

You hesitated at first. Slowly, you peeled off your dress, letting it sit at your feet, standing in just your lacy black bra and thong. Azzi's eyes raked over you, plotting on what to do next.

“All the way, slut” Azzi commanded, her voice dripping with authority.

Trembling with anticipation, you unhooked your bra, letting your tits spill free, nipples already hard. Then the thong, sliding it down your thighs to reveal your wet pussy.

Paige circled you like a shark, her hand cracking against your ass. “Look at you, dripping already. Mad because we won't let you parade your greedy holes to the world?”

Azzi laughed, pushing you back onto the bed and climbing over you. She pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, her free one sliding between your legs to cup your pussy.

“Princess, you're everything to us, but you need to learn your place.” Her fingers parted your pussy lips, plunging inside without warning, curling against your g-spot.

You arched, moaning. “fuck, azzi”.

“That's it baby, feel me” Azzi taunted, pumping her fingers harder and faster, her thumb grinding your clit. “You think that bitch could've made this wet cunt cum like I do?” Azzi groaned in your ear.

Paige knelt on the bed, unzipping her jeans and shoving them down along with her boxers. Her thick strap came into view, eight inches of silicone. “Open wide, bitch. Suck Daddy's cock while Mommy fucks your sloppy hole.”

You obeyed, mouth watering as Paige fed the tip past your lips. You swirled your tongue around it, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, taking it deeper until she hit the back of your throat. Paige groaned like she could feel it. “Good girl, choke on it. Show us how sorry you are”

Azzi added a third finger, stretching you wide, her pace relentless. “Hear that, Paige? Our little slut is clenching already. She's gonna cum without permission if we don't watch her.”

You whimpered around the strap, hips bucking, but Azzi pulled her fingers out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching.

“Not yet, bad girls don't get to cum from dancing on random bitch.” She flipped you onto your back.

Paige's hands gripped your hips, the tip of the strap pressing against your pussy first, teasing your entrance. “Beg for it. Tell us you'll behave.”

“Please, Paige” you gasped, pushing back. “I'll stop, just fuck me.”

With a grunt, Paige slammed inside of you burying the strap in one thrust. You cried out, the feeling overwhelming as she started pounding, her hips snapping against your ass. Each thrust jolted you forward, your breasts bouncing, clit throbbing. Azzi positioned herself in front of you, straddling your face.

“Eat mommys pussy, baby. Make me cum while daddy rails you.” She lowered herself onto your mouth, her shaved lips parting as your tongue dove in, lapping at her clit hungrily.

Azzi moaned, grinding down. “Just like that, suck my clit, you eager little bitch.” Her juices coated your chin as you licked and sucked, tongue fucking her hole while Paige's thrusts grew harder, the strap hitting deep.

“Fuck, she's so tight” Paige panted, “This cunt was made for us. No one else.”

You were lost in sensation, tongue buried in Azzi's pussy, Paige's cock stretching you relentlessly. Azzi came first, thighs clamping around your head as she flooded your mouth with her release. You didn’t let a drop go to waste, drinking everything she gave you.

Paige didn't let up. She drove in deeper, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “Cum for me baby, soak my cock.”

The orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your pussy spasming around the strap, squirting messily onto Paige's abs. You screamed their names, body shaking.

Azzi leaned down, kissing you messily, tasting herself on your lips. “That's our girl, still wanna come out to the public?”

PARTITION — P.B N’ C.C

✝︎ synopsis — caitlin and paige gets jealous over the reader whose in a club giving herself up to anyone and everyone.

✝︎ warnings — smut, double penetration, spit, drinking mentioned, paige x cc getting freaky by themselves too

✝︎ author’s note — me and mrs. fudd collab 😋 please glaze this. @mrsfudd

3/10-1k special

It was Paige’s routinely visit to your dorm. Every other weekend she was there, every other weekend she was fucking you, and every other weekend there was a noise complaint slapped on your door.

Your roommates bangs on the wall and screaming go unnoticed but after your 10th complaint, you and Paige decided to be a little more aware.

“Good baby, lay right there” Paige said, getting you settled in bed, preparing to explore you and your limits.

“God, I missed you” She whispered as she took in your scent, taking her time kissing down your body.

Paige’s lips trace a slow path down your body, across your collarbone, dipping into the soft curve of your stomach. Her breath is warm, her tongue flicking against your skin as she goes lower, lower, until she reaches the waistband of your shorts.

“Missed this” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Missed the way you tremble for me.”

She reaches over to the nightstand, pulls out the harness and the thick silicone cock she’s used on you before. The sight of it makes your stomach flutter, mix of anticipation and that familiar ache. She puts it on with practiced ease, then climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between your legs. Her tip grazes your clit.

“Easy” Paige coos, pressing the head against your entrance. “We gotta be quiet tonight, remember? Roommates, RAs, The whole building’s probably got ears out for us.”

You nod, biting your lip, but the moment she pushes in, slow, then suddenly hard, a strangled moan rips from your throat. She fills out in one thrust, your back arches off the mattress. The stretch is too much , the fullness overwhelming.

“Shhh” she whispers, starting a steady, punishing rhythm. “Can’t have you yelling, baby, not yet.”

Her hips slap against yours, wet slapping fills the room.

“Want everyone in this dorm to hear how good I fuck my girl.”

She drives deeper, harder, and you clench around the toy, a broken whimper escaping. You press your palm over your own mouth, trying to muffle yourself, but Paige grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

“No hiding” she says, breath ragged. “I want to see your face. Want to watch you struggle baby.”

Her pace quickens, relentless. “You’re taking it so well. So good for me. My perfect little slut.”

Your eyes roll back. The pleasure builds, tightening in your belly. You sink under her, thighs trembling, a whine sneaking past your lips. Paige leans down, mouth to your ear.

“if they come knocking…” She fucks you harder, punishing. “I’ll just fuck you through the door. Make sure they hear every moan.”

Her hand finds your clit, rubbing rough circles, and you’re gone. The orgasm rips through you, sharp and blinding, and you bite down on your own shoulder trying to keep from screaming. Paige fucks you through it, her hips never slowing, until you’re a twitching mess beneath her.

“One more” she says, not a question. “Give me another. I know you can.”

And you do, because she’s still going , still pressing that sensitive spot, and your body has no choice but to obey, shuddering through a second climax that leaves you gasping, hoarse.

Paige slows, pulls out gently, and collapses beside you.

“Good girl,” she whispers, kissing your forehead. “So fucking proud of you. We made it without a complaint”

A faint knock sounds from the wall. Your roommate’s muffled voice. “Seriously? Again?”

2/10-1k special

sub paige

Someway, somehow, you were honored to be Paige Bueckers first sexual experience. 

“God, you’re so nervous, take a deep breath” You reassured, staring at petrified paige. 

She listened, already desperate to be good for you. Taking a deep breath, and shyly stripping in front of you. Her sweats first, revealing her damp boxers, then her top, nipples poking through her sports bra. 

You climbed on top of her warm body, her heart beat so fast you could hear it. Moving down to the side of her face you whisper. 

“I’m gonna take good care you, kay?” 

“mm, o-kay” Paige stumbles out. 

You giggle at the nervousness in her voice. You waste no time kissing her up and down, watching her pretty face flush red as your hand grazes her clothed clit. You pull down her boxers to expose her wet, aching pussy. You watch her face as you slide down her body, glassy eyes and a permanent pouty lip. You barely lick her. 

Whimpers escape her mouth, chasing this new unknown sensation, uncontrollably bucking her lips in your face, barely using self restraint. She knew what you were looking for. 

“If you want something, say it”. 

“Please, please taste me”. 

A smile appears on your face as you give the blonde what she wants, needs. The moment your tongue finally presses flat against her clit Paige lets out a shaky, breathy moan. Her hips jerk up so hard and fast you have to pin her thigh down with one hand to keep her still.

“Easy baby” you murmur against her, the vibration of your voice making her gasp. 

“Be a good girl for me, can you do that?”

She nods frantically, her fingers gripping the sheets beside her. 

“Yes… yes, I’ll be good, I promise.”

You smile against her skin and begin a slow, long, flat strokes of your tongue from her entrance up to her clit, circling lazily around her sensitive clit before dipping back down. 

Paige’s soft moans turns into whimpers, her body betrays her, rocking her hips despite her best efforts to stay still.

“Tell me how it feels.”

Her eyes are glassy, unfocused, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. 

“It feels…so good…mommy” She let out between moans. 

You chuckle, then dip your head between her legs once again, this time focusing your tongue directly on her clit in. Paige cries out, her back arching off the bed.

“Oh god—oh fuck—that’s—that’s a lot—”

“You want me to stop?” you ask, pausing with your mouth hovering just above her.

“No, please, don’t stop” she begs, her voice cracking. “Please keep going, I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be so good. 

Her body starts to tremble, orgasm building. 

“Let it build baby, don’t hold back,” you encourage, your fingers sliding down to tease her hole, collecting her sticky substance before pressing one finger inside her slowly. She’s so tight. 

“I feel you inside me” she whimpers, thinking you wouldn’t hear.  

Your mouth attached back to her clit as you barely fucked her with one finger, taking the virgin over the edge. 

“I think-I think i’m gonna” Paige stumbles. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Gonna show me how good I make you feel?” 

She nods desperately, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Yes, yes, please, please let me cum, I need it, I need it so bad”

You press your tongue flat against her clit and hum a low, satisfied moan, the vibration sending her over the edge. Her body locks up for a second, and then she shatters, a broken cry tearing from her throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her. 

Her hips grind against your face, her walls clenching around your finger as she rides out the most intense orgasm of her life. You work her through it, gentling your touch as she starts to shudder and twitch from sensitivity. 

But you don’t pull away entirely. Instead, you keep your mouth pressed lightly to her, lapping at her gently, letting the overstimulation set in.

“No, no, it’s too much” she gasps, trying to squirm away, but your hand on her hip holds her in place.

“Shh, just one more minute, baby. You can take a little more for me. You were being such a good girl, what happened?” 

Paige whimpers, her hands flying to your head, trying to pry you off. Every flick makes her jolt.

Tears slip down her face, after another minute of gentle, teasing licks, you finally pull away, kissing the inside of her thigh before crawling back up to meet her.

5/10-1k special

Sex tapes, dressing you up, watching it for hours after the fact. Making you her own cam girl is one of her favorite things to do.

“So wet for me already baby” Paige chuckles, rubbing her pretty tip along your wet pussy.

She wasted no time fucking you, camera in hand, flash bright

The camera stays tight on your face, catching every flutter of your lashes as Paige’s strap pushes into you. She fucks you slow at first, a lazy rhythm that makes you whimper, the tip dragging along your inner walls like she’s savoring every inch.

“Fuck, look at that” she mutters, angling the lens down to catch where her fake cock disappears inside you. “Look how good you take it. That’s my good little whore.”

She pulls out, and you gasp at the emptiness. But she’s already reaching behind her, grabbing a crumpled basketball jersey from the floor, hers, still warm from earlier. She yanks it over your head, the fabric swallowing your torso, the number 5 hanging loose on your chest.

“There” she says, stepping back to get the full shot. “Now you really look like my property.”

Your nipples press against the mesh, visible through the wide armholes. She then grabs the cowboy hat from the nightstand, the leather band still faintly smelling of whiskey and sweat. She settles it on your head, tilting it down so the brim shadows your eyes.

“God damn, my sexy little cowgirl” she breathes, and you see the shift in her pupils. The strap is already slick with you, and she lines it back up, but this time she rams it in without warning. Hard. Deep.

“That’s it. That’s my little slut dressed up like a trophy” she growls, and her hips snap forward. The camera wobbles but stays on you, she’s balancing it with one hand, her other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. The hat bobbles on your head.

“Look so fucking hot, make me wanna ruin you.”

Her pace changes, faster, meaner, the strap slamming into you, causing echo in the small room. She’s not holding back. The flash from the camera catches the sweat on her brow, the gleam in her eye.

“Whose little slut are you?” she demands, voice ragged.

“Yours” you choke out.

“Louder.”

You repeat yourself, screaming.

She thrusts deeper, grinding her pelvis against your clit. “I love seeing you like this. Dressed up. Taking it. Begging for it even when you can barely breathe.”

The hat falls forward, blocking your view, but you feel everything, the relentless pump of her strap, the heat pooling in your belly, the way she hovers the camera inches from your face, making sure to capture every moan.

very short blurb abt pervert pazzi

Paige and Azzi have a fixation on being your personal stalkers, watching you in the shower, and peeping through the cracks of the door, trying to get an unauthorized glimpse of your body. They tried to keep their thoughts of you in a friendly space, trying you respect you as a roommate, but that soon failed.

You knew they were together, and never felt uncomfortable with their relationship until you swore you heard Azzi moaning your name one night, then hearing foot steps creep every time you got into the shower.

For some reason, being a pervert towards you caused the girls to feel things they never did before, maybe it was the fact that they were doing it together, or the fact that you just looked so easy to manipulate, but nothing happened until one night when you thought you were home alone.

The slight hum of your vibrator, as you lay tucked under the covers, biting your lip, doing your best to conceal your moan. You were so caught up in your own pleasure, you failed to hear the door open and shut.

Inching towards your orgasm, you let your sounds escape, grinding against your toy, moving the towel underneath you up and down.

Paige grabbed Azzis arm, stopping her from going into their bedroom, signaling her to be quiet as they listen to you touch yourself. Moaning and whimpering like you’re dying for them to come in there.

A few minutes past, you jump as 3 soft knocks were let off to your door, before granting permission, they storm into your room.

Paige and Azzi stood in the doorway, eyes locked on your flushed face and the way your hips kept rolling under the blanket. Paige smirked first, biting her lip as she stepped closer.

"Fuck, look at you, knew you were a little perv, grinding on that toy like you wanted us to catch you”

Azzi shut the door behind them, leaning against it, her voice low and teasing. You think we didn’t notice you leaving the door cracked when you shower? We’ve been watching you for weeks, baby. Watching water run down your tits, listening to you touch yourself when you thought you were alone."

Paige moved to the side of the bed, pulling the blanket down slowly so your naked body was on full display. "Look how wet you are, that pussys dripping for us and you haven’t even said yes yet."

Azzi knelt on the mattress, crawling closer until her face hovered near your thigh. “ Let us help you baby, we wanna to use that pretty cunt until you can’t think straight, you can say no… but we both know you won’t. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?"

Paige’s hand slid up your leg, fingers brushing your inner thigh without quite touching where you needed. "Tell us we can have you baby”

Azzi’s breath ghosted over your clit, kissing your thighs. Your mind raced with responses, subconsciously, you grind towards Azzis face.

“Words baby, come on, use that pretty mouth”

Kinktober 10/4

Paige loved the way your body reacted to her, the shaking, crying, facial expressions, everything. In with having this interest, she pushed you, she always went too far, seeing how much you could take.

"Shhh mama, Its okay" Paige reassured. She had been fucking you for hours now, strap, then her tongue, then her fingers, back to the strap. She was collecting your orgasms like medals. Each one fueled her to keep going, to see how much til you crack, til she breaks you.

After cumming on her strap for the 8th time, she wanted a little snack. Your raw, sensitive cunt twitched at every lick. Paige was greedy, she wanted more and more. More cum, more shaking, more crying, more fighting her.

Her trained tongue started to drawl more cream out of you. Your arms started to get weak, using all your strength trying to pry her off. It didn't work, it didn't matter.

Paige was borderline sadistic, the screaming, crying, shaking. It all turned her on. She wanted to torture you, wanted it too hurt. "One more time baby, be a good girl for me okay?"

You wanted to believe her so fucking bad, so you listened, not like you had much choice. It wasn't pleasant. Your orgasm hurt, your whole body violently shook, your tears streamed down your face as you let out of murderess scream. " You took me so well princess, too bad I want another one."

Her words felt like a stab to the heart. She sat there, watching you shake and cry, with a fearful look on your face begging, pleading for her to stop. Your throat raw from all the vocal strain, legs limp and pussy beyond wrecked. Paige had a purely evil and selfish look on her face, she didn't care about your "please". Your were hers, you stop when she says you can.

"Last one, I promise" She lies, rubbing small circles in your throbbing clit. You whine, moving your hips, trying to get her off you. "Come on, be a good, obedient girl for me. I know you can." She wasn't asking. You start squirming too much for her liking. "Don't make me tie you up slut."

4/10-1k special

The smoke hangs in the dim light of your living room. You're sprawled on the couch, head fuzzy, limbs heavy, watching Paige through half-closed eyes. She’s been staring at you for the last five minutes, her pupils blown wide, bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“You have no idea” she says, voice low and rough, “how fucking hard it is to sit here and not just… taste you.”

You blink, a slow smile spreading. “Oh yeah?”

She slides off the cushion, landing on her knees in front of you. Her hands find your thighs, fingers pressing into the denim of your jeans. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it all night. Every time you took a hit, the way your mouth opened… fuck.” She leans in, breath warm through the fabric. “Let me. Please. I need to feel you come on my tongue.”

Her eyes are desperate, glassy from the weed, but focused. She’s already tugging at your button, popping it open, dragging down the zipper with a shaky hand.

“Paige…”

“Don’t tell me no” she whispers, sliding her palms under the waistband of your jeans, pushing them down your hips.

“You’re so pretty when you’re high. All loose and shit. I want to make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

She presses a kiss just below your navel, then another, lower, her nose touching the damp cotton of your underwear.

She hooks her fingers into the waistband, pulling your panties down your legs, leaving you bare. She moans at the sight, licking her lips.

“Look at that. Fucking perfect. And you’ve been hiding this from me?”

She shakes her head, then her mouth is there, hot and open, a long, slow lick from your entrance up to your clit. You gasp, hips jerking. She hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl.

“That’s it” she murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath cool on your slick skin.

“You’re gonna let me worship this pussy, and you’re gonna lie there and take it. No fucking talking back. Just let me show you how much I want you.”

She dives back in, tongue circling your clit in firm, wet strokes. One hand pins your hip down, the other slips under you, fingers pressing into the curve of your ass. She eats you like she’s starved, like you’re the only thing keeping her alive. Slurping, sucking, tongue plunging inside you, then back up to lap at your clit in quick, dirty flicks.

“Fuck—Paige—”

“Yeah, say my name” she pants, lifting her head just enough to look at you, her chin glistening.

“Say it while I make you come. You’re such a fucking mess for me. Soaking my face.”

She buries her face in your cunt again, moaning against you like she’s the one getting off. Her tongue works you, fast and deep, then soft and teasing, until you’re trembling, breath hitching, your fingers twisted in her hair.

“That’s it, come on, baby, give it to me. I want all of it” she mumbles into your flesh, her words muffled but clear.

“You taste so fucking good. Best thing I’ve ever had.”

The orgasm hits you like a wave. She doesn’t stop, tongue lapping through every pulse, swallowing every drop, until you’re shaking, oversensitive, pushing weakly at her head.

She finally pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at you.