#queenazzi

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

wc: 3K

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

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

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

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

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

Paige finished her drink in one swallow.

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

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

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

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

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

"Get in," Paige said.

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

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

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

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

"On the bed," Paige ordered.

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

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

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

"Right there—fuck—don’t stop—"

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

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

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

"Oh my god—Paige—fuck—"

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

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

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

Paige’s hips jerked. "Shit—"

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

"Azzi—fuck—I’m gonna—"

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

They weren’t done.

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

"Harder," Azzi begged.

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

Paige wasn’t finished.

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

"On your knees," Paige ordered.

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

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

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

"Harder—Daddy—please—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drafted Hearts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wedding planning started the next week. 

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

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

"You look fucking incredible," Paige said. 

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

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

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

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

Azzi's breath hitched. "Paige—" 

"Daddy," Paige corrected, squeezing harder. 

"Daddy," Azzi whispered. "Not here." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige didn't waste time. 

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

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

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

"Paige—fuck—" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wedding day arrived clear and warm. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The reception lasted four hours. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy—fuck—" 

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

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

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

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

"Open," Paige ordered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Daddy." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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