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[httpisuneh]

𝐉𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐌 ᵖᵗ.¹

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — isuneh and melinda's love story sparks at a roller skating rink.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 — first person (not x reader), i didn't feel like italicizing or bolding anything 💔

“mom, can i pleaseee go? i’ll even take madison?” i asked once again, referring to my (annoying) little sister. i was desperate. everyone was going to the rink tonight and i so badly wanted to go as well.

i’d just turned fifteen and my parents basically let me go wherever as long as one of my friends whose parents they’d met would be there. it would be no different had i not gotten in trouble at school earlier.

my dad let out a sigh, turning to my mother. it was a gesture i knew all too well. my dad didn’t have a single sister or female cousin, so when my mom had girls all four times she’d gotten pregnant, he couldn’t grow immune to our begging.

it was where my mom came in. since she grew up in an all girl household, she knew all the tricks we’d use to get our dad to say yes, often telling us no herself. but today, she must’ve been feeling sympathetic.

“when your sister come back to this house you better be with her. and no later than 10:30.” she spoke sternly, leaving my dad and an extremely happy me in the living room.

he peered around the edge of his seat to make sure my mom was out of ear shot before speaking again, “10:45. and you can walk your sister back if you’re not ready to leave.”

i grinned before hugging the man. “madi, put your shoes on!”

the rink was filled with people of all ages, families and friends walking in and out to either skate or go home after a few hours of doing just that.

“can i go hang out with jada?” madison gestured towards her friend who’d presumably come with her older sister as well. “yeah, just find me when you’re ready to leave.” she barely waited for my response before running away, beads clacking behind her.

i wasn’t alone for long as my friends found their way to me quickly. “mel! i was starting to think you weren’t coming anymore.” kaylee greeted me with a hug.

“yeah, my teacher called my mom and said i was being disruptive. i think she was overexaggerating.” i shrugged as we walked towards the counter.

“was she really? i just think you talk too much.”

that voice. if it disappeared i swear it would solve like ninety percent of my problem.

“you think you know everything, isuneh.” i sassed, looking at the thirteen- soon to be fourteen- year old. we always found ourselves going back and forth with no real reason.

“i can’t stand you melinda.” ice informed me although it wasn’t new news. “and i can’t stand you.” i repeated although deep down, it felt like i only said it to convince myself.

“wow guys, those skates look so nice from here. let’s hurry up and get some.” niya butted in, taking my hand and pulling me ahead of the other four with hopes to stop me and the younger girl’s banter which worked, but only for a short amount of time per usual.

they’d gotten used to me and ice arguing, figuring it’d never stop and that it was childish. i myself was convinced it’d never stop either until my sophomore year of high school.

kaylee, niya, and ice were in their freshman year meaning they were now coming to school with me and chloe. like most nights, we found ourselves at the rink. school was coming to an end and ice’s birthday had just passed making her fifteen and me sixteen.

“bye mel!” madison called over her shoulder once she caught sight of jada and two boys around their age. she’d become more social as she entered middle school giving me even more reason to come out.

“melinda.” ice drug out as they approached me, a grin on her face. “you’re aggravating, y’know?” i questioned, not expecting a actual answer as niya and chloe made their way over as well.

“so i’ve been told.” she shrugged simply. “kaylee’s over there giggling with that man.” niya spoke up with a sigh. with a quick glance around, i saw she was in fact skating with a boy she’d started talking to earlier in the school year.

he was a sophomore like me and chloe, but extremely ugly. at least in my eyes. he had acne and braces and a slight mustache growing in.

“she’s blinded by the body hair.” chloe shook her head in disapproval. “his chest hair look like pubes.” niya grimaced. “hey, you remember when your acne looked like that?” ice questioned, tapping me on my shoulder.

“you think you're funny and you’re not- matter of fact, you remember when you were built like that?” i retorted, pointing to a chubby kid. “you were fat too!”

“okay, but guess who lost weight first?” i asked. “technically me because you lost it at twelve and i lost it at eleven-” i cut her off, “but who lost it first?” i asked once again. “me because i lost mine at eleven and you lost yours at twelve.”

“but i turned twelve before you.” i pointed out. “it took you a whole extra year compared to me though.” was her response. “jesus, when will it stop?” niya mumbled, walking ahead of us to get her skates. her and chloe ended up on the floor before me and ice but i didn’t mind.

i never minded being around ice. in fact i liked it, but the way we argued no one could tell.

“your feet are small.” she mumbled, but i could hear the playfulness lingering in her tone. “i wear a size seven, don’t play ice.” i shook my head with a small laugh.

“c'mon.” she stood, holding a hand out for me to grab which i looked at hesitantly. “what?” i questioned. ice huffed, reaching for my hand herself before tugging me up off of the bench.

she didn't speak as we walked off the carpet and onto the slippery rink, and neither did i. i didn't need to. our hands stayed linked as we skated amongst everyone else, niya and chloe ahead but soon noticing us.

i watched as they tapped each other aggressively as if to make sure they were witnessing the same thing, laughing lightly and shaking my head which made ice look down at me.

“what?” she asked this time, smiling even though she had no clue what was funny. “nothing.” i reassured softly, finding the idea of her noticing our friends saw us—discomforting.

her eyes glanced over the rink, seeing niya and chloe, who were still doing a bad job at acting like they didn't see us, smiling widely.

i expected her to pull away, but instead she flashed the two of them a similar grin.

and when the rink finally winded down and more children began to leave and more adults began to come in, i found myself standing amongst my friends prepared to go our separate ways.

“i can ask brady to give you guys a ride.” kaylee offered, finding the idea of me and ice having to walk alone nerve-wracking and rather we all hop in the boys truck.

madison would be staying with jada so the two of them were long gone before it'd even hit 10:30, which left me alone. ice and kaylee stayed four houses down from each other, but since she'd be riding with brady it left ice alone as well.

“it’s fine. trust, we don't wanna intrude on that.” ice reassured. “yeah, i'm good. really.” i added, watching as it visibly eased her comfort.

“okay. you both better be text me as soon as you get home.” she spoke sternly, looking between the two of us. “we will.” i said, watching as ice gave her a hug before going in for one of my own.

brady opened kaylee’s door before giving us a wave as he hopped in the driver's seat, engine spurring before he pulled off. “i guess chivalry's not dead.” i mumbled.

“neither is dating for personality.” ice added, getting a small laugh out of me. “see you at school.” i assumed this was our goodbye considering all of our friends had finally left.

“i can walk you.” she suggested. it was a random statement and although that'd be nice, i felt like i had to decline. “it's fine. you have to get home anyway.”

ice only shrugged, “you don't live far from kaylee, right? once i get to her house i’ll know my way.”

declining the offer once was obviously trying to be nice. however, declining more than that would be a telltale sign that i didn't want company. and i definitely wanted her company.

“your parents won't be mad?” i asked, silently hoping she said no. and either God had to be on my side or i was just really fucking lucky, because she shook her head.

“i’ll just let them know i was walking you home.”

and with that we started walking. my eyes followed our feet every time we stepped in sync and i smiled every time she occasionally bumped my shoulder with her own.

eventually, my tan colored home came into view meaning my walk with ice had come to an unfortunate end.

“so—” i trailed off, rocking on my feet, wishing on the extremely bright star overhead that she said what i wanted to hear. although i wasn't quite sure what that would be.

“i'll see you tomorrow?” better than us arguing and that had to mean she at least wanted to see me. “yeah- oh! before i forget” i trailed off once again, grabbing her hand as i began to lead her to the gated fence that lead to my back yard.

i moved until we were standing as far as we could go in my backyard with the wood stopping us and looked for the loose plank, the one me and kaylee’s parents had boarded up so many times in case her dog tried to run through it.

they eventually gave up once me and her kept breaking it down to go to the other's house instead of taking the long way which meant walking around the long row of houses.

like it was light work, i yanked the board from it's spot. i grabbed her hand once more, pulling her through. “is this kaylee’s backyard?” ice questioned, glancing from the pool to the shed.

“mhm.” i hummed with a small nod. “wow, you really don't live far.” she mumbled.

i ignored the tingly sensation that'd shot up my arm and hand throughout the night that'd occurred whenever she grabbed mine because i knew what it meant.

i wasn't an idiot, nor was i going to downplay my feelings for a stupid concept. i knew that tingling feeling in my stomach was butterflies and the warmth that spread across my face was the result of me blushing.

i knew that the feeling of disappointment that would've filled my chest if ice pulled away from me after seeing niya and chloe watching us wouldn't be from embarrassment.

i knew i liked ice. for a really long fucking time.

but was i ready to say that out loud? no, that would just make everything more… real. but i wasn't ready to deny it either.

[httpisuneh]

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘—a brief rundown of you and paige's history

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒—singer!reader, angst (i guess), sexual innuendos, miscommunication, use of y/n (trust i'll get better at writing the summaries)

𝐏.𝐒. this is my original work, just copy and pasted off of my wattpad so if you see the name naiva anywhere that's why 💃🏾

𝐘/𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 were the perfect couple. they met in y/n's first year at UConn which happened to be paige's second. they quickly found a friend in each other and it moved from there.

sometimes they bonded over music since naiva was friends with some of paige's favorite artists and because the blonde actually knew how to sing. a little.

other times they talked about basketball because it was a sport that ran in both of their families and y/n's younger cousin so badly wanted to go to uconn.

soon, their relationship developed from friends to girlfriends which was something a lot of people saw coming. they hung out so much it was a surprise that neither of their fan bases knew they were associated with each other.

the only thing connecting them in the public eye was y/n's cousin who ended up going to uconn like y/n said she wanted.

despite having two busy schedules, they worked out perfectly. until they didn't.

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 summer around the corner, y/n found herself off campus a lot more. los angeles, houston, chicago- you name it. she wanted nothing more than a nice nap and cookies 'n cream ice cream. instead she was running around like a headless chicken.

"is there no a.c. in here?" valentina wilson, daughter of a retired nba player and one of y/n's best friends, questioned, fanning herself with a paper plate. her and y/n had just met in january and they were surprised they hadn't met earlier considering their girlfriends were best friends.

from the moment they did, they basically combined their trios into a friend group. "no deadass. i'm dying." she muttered. "it's just nerves, let's get you two seated." danny reassured, ushering the two girls away from the treat filled table and towards their seats where three other people sat.

"i'm seated in the back so i'll see you two in a little while." the ginger man didn't wait for their response before jogging towards his seat. "we should've stayed in connecticut." y/n muttered as a woman walked onto the stage.

"hey, congrats on the nominations." a girl spoke to her and valentina across from y/n. flashing a nervous smile, she said thank you as did val before going silent once the women began to speak.

"good evening everyone. thank you for joining us for our 24th annual women in arts award show. i'm your host candace stevens-." the woman continued speaking but y/n slightly drowned it out as her phone vibrated, indicating she had received a text.

a smile replaced the confused expression as she saw a text from her girlfriend. "i know you're not looking at those award predictions again." valentina spoke lowly once she saw the glare of light coming from the girl's phone.

"i'm not." she stated, turning the phone slightly so her friend could see that she was in fact texting paige. "in that case, i'd rather you be looking at award predictions. you can text her later, tell her you're busy right now!"

"okay, just let me respond to this last text." her fingers glided across the screen before she turned her phone off, placing it back in her lap.

but paige would be just as busy. she found herself at the WNBA draft about a month later alongside aubrey, azzi, and valentina. they were currently talking to someone who was actually thirty five despite looking far from it.

"no, paige up here tryna lie about her age!" aubrey laughed as she'd told the woman she was twenty six. "you heard her. we're just youngins." valentina shrugged. "you're the youngest out of all of us!" paige called out making the dancer wave her off.

"i'm gonna go find serenity." she spoke, mostly to azzi who nodded. "why? so you won't be the youngest one over here?" the blonde questioned. "alright peppa, calm it down." the three basketball players laughed as valentina walked away.

as they began to talk amongst themselves and to people around them, paige's phone dinged with a notification. she'd promised herself that she'd keep her phone up unless she was taking a photo or video or if it was absolutely necessary, so she spared her screen a quick glance to see who it was.

y/n's contact sat above the new message notification and the blonde found herself stuck on answering the message and letting it sit until they left the draft. silently, she turned her phone off before stuffing it into her purse. "are you not gonna text her back?" azzi questioned, making paige jump slightly.

"jesus, you scared me.

the curly haired girl didn't respond, only squinting as she waited for her friend's answer. "i was gonna text her when we leave from here." paige informed. "we're going to the after-party once we leave here." azzi reminded the girl who just nodded.

"well, she knows i'm busy. she'll understand." she stated. "it takes two seconds to let her know you're alive, p!" paige simply waved her friend off.

that's how most of their summer went. short moments whenever they were in the same city that lasted three hours max and hours- sometimes days- without contact. at times it felt weird to not be able to speak to one another, but they were two busy people with two completely different careers.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 was fine until the end of august. they were both still fairly busy but paige had took a free day to surprise y/n who had no clue. her day was spent with valentina at a dance studio which lasted hours.

after they'd finished their time there, y/n found herself helping val pack to go spend a couple days with azzi which took another hour of her time. earlier that day, paige had told y/n to call her when she got back to her hotel room and the girl told her it would be a little after six when she did.

it was well after eight when y/n stepped into the hotel room and to say she was excited to see her girlfriend would understatement of the year.

dropping her bags, she ran to the girl who now stood feet away. "paige!" she screamed happily, jumping onto the taller girl who was upset but nonetheless caught her. "hey babe." she answered monotonously, but y/n was so excited she barely noticed it.

"when'd you get he- are you okay?"

"honestly? no." paige spoke truthfully. "oh. what's wrong?" she asked as paige set her down before taking a step back. "you're what's wrong." she stated, but quickly regretted it when she saw the way y/n's face scrunched up.

"not like that. it's just- you were supposed to be here two hours ago and you haven't been answering my texts or calls." paige listed. "i'm sorry, but i didn't know you were coming and i was busy. i ended up having to stay an extra hour with val at the studio and then i helped her pack because she's going to visit azzi."

"you couldn't at least respond and let me know?" she retorted. "i didn't see you calling and it slipped my mind to let you know." y/n reasoned getting nothing but a scoff out of paige who moved towards the couch to grab her phone.

"paige, it's not that big of a deal. plus it's not like you haven't done the same thing before." she shrugged making her girlfriend laugh dryly. "really?"

"yes! there have been times where we didn't speak for days and now the one time i'm the cause of it, it's a problem?" she questioned. "well it's not like you made an effort to ever reach out!" paige exclaimed.

"because the one time i did, you still didn't respond!" y/n argued. "that was one time-" "what would be the point of trying again if nothing is gonna change paige?" she questioned.

neither of them could tell you how after a few more minutes of arguing and a few shed tears, they ended up tangled together in the soft sheets of the large hotel bed. paige's fingers ran through y/n's hair as they clinged to each other, refusing to let go because they knew what would come next.

"if that's how you feel then why are we even together?" paige shouted. "you know what? i don't fucking know." y/n responded, stepping closer to the girl who easily towered her even though she was average height. "right. i'm done y/n!"

"fan-fucking-tastic because i can't do this shit anymore!" the both of them spoke before the words could process in their brain. "this shit? you mean a fucking relationship?"

"no, i mean the constant neglect and distance whenever something doesn't go your way paige!" y/n corrected. "you do the same shit to me! anytime something goes slightly bad, you push me away."

words they spoke just two hours ago that they couldn't take back. y/n's wet tears hitting paige's chest was enough to snap her back to reality. "y/n/n. we gotta talk." she spoke up, her voice raspy which could've been from the silent crying she'd been doing minutes ago or the loud screaming from their previous activities.

the smaller girl glanced up at the other, "yeah." she said silently before moving off of the tall girl. as they sat up and turned towards each other, they knew what was next.

"i really don't wanna do this," paige started, looking down at her hands that were shaking ever so slightly you'd think she was shivering. "but, i think we should break up." in that moment, the blonde wished she could cut her own tongue off or turn back time.

everything in the moment felt unreal, but she knew it was once y/n nodded. "yeah. that seems best for the both of us right now." she spoke, although her mind was telling her to speak up on her actual thoughts. silently, paige nodded. "i should probably get going."

this time, y/n nodded even though she wanted nothing more than for her to stay. "i'll walk you out." she insisted. and with that, they silently got dressed before exiting the room.

the two of them reached the door quicker than anticipated, feeling overly awkward, fighting the urge to say text me when you get home and i'll call you tonight. "so, um-" "i love you." y/n blurted out quickly once the blonde went to speak.

paige sat quietly as she looked at her making y/n turn away from her, suddenly finding the coffee mug on the counter extremely interesting. "i love you too." she said breathlessly. those four words was all it took for naiva to start crying once again.

"'m sorry." paige muttered, feeling her own eyes start to water as she pulled the girl into a hug. nothing else mattered in that moment to them as they squeezed each other as if they'd slip away.

as if they had read each other's minds, a soft kiss was initiated by the both of them, lasting a few seconds too long to feel like closure. "i have to go, i'm sorry." paige stepped back from the teary eyed girl who felt like a heavy weight was on her shoulders, stopping her from reaching out to the girl.

instead she just nodded once again, watching as paige grabbed her phone and bag off the counter hurriedly and left, shutting the door gently behind her.

just two hours away was azzi and valentina who were having the time of their life despite it being the middle of the night. at the moment they were waiting for y/n to answer the phone so they could show her what they had just discovered- which was the fact that val was strong enough to put the basketball player on her shoulders.

"please, don't drop me." azzi called out for what felt like the hundredth time. "i'm not! have faith in me." y/n accepted the call after a few seconds, but valentina was too far back to notice her tear stained face. "look!" she smiled widely as azzi waved.

thankfully azzi was wearing her glasses for once so she could see their friend. "are you crying?" she questioned making valentina squint to see her friend was in fact in tears.

"oh my gosh, one second!" she called out, squatting down so her girlfriend could get off her shoulders before the two of them rushed over to the phone. "what's wrong, babe?" valentina questioned receiving a quick side eye from her girlfriend.

"babe?" azzi repeated. "i call everybody that!" she exclaimed looking over at the taller girl. "well find something else to call everybody!" valentina just shook her head, "the couch is sounding real comfortable. what's wrong y/n/n?" she asked again, looking over at azzi who smiled once she heard the girl call her by her actual nickname instead.

"we broke up." y/n spoke up, her voice faltering as she tried to speak as calm as possible. "who? you and paige?" the girl nodded as azzi's phone began to ring. "it's her." she spoke lowly although y/n could still hear her.

"why'd you guys break up? i thought things were going good!" valentina questioned as she moved a few feet away from azzi who was now in the same predicament as her.

"hey p." she answered, trying to sound normal. "we broke up azzi." the blonde spoke quickly, sniffling. "wait, what? why?" the girl responded if she didn't know. "we got in an argument- i regret it so bad, i don't know what to do."

valentina looked over at azzi who was already glancing at her. what was once a long night, turned into a long week, and they now were going on a month. their friends thought if only they weren't so damn stubborn. but they thought they should've just held each other while they still could.

[httpisuneh]

NINE—ONE—ONE

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘—when you and azzi get home, she's loud. maybe a little too loud.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒—sexual content, (kinda)sub!azzi, oral (a receiving), idk what to put here just read

it was a late night in los angeles. azzi and you stumbling into the dimly lit apartment, occasionally stumbling over shoes you'd told her one too many times to put up.

but none of that mattered—not when she had you like this. it'd started in the car, leaving the club after a good win against the storm and a good bit of drinks in your system (four shots and whatever bitter drink nika ordered for you) which had you giggling like crazy.

azzi hadn't drunk as much as you—sober enough to drive home with no complications but her smile never wavered and her body felt warm.

she took her place behind the wheel, hand instinctively going to your thigh as she weaved through traffic that wasn't that bad for a friday night in the city of angels.

it was when you leaned over and place a chaste kiss on her neck that things began to shift. “azzi!” you drug out, basically whining in the girl's ear. “we're almost home.” she muttered, grip tightening on the wheel just slightly.

“i can't wait, that's too long.” you insisted, despite not knowing how far you actually were. “it’s only three minutes away.” azzi corrected, turning to you once she stopped at a red light.

everything she said seemed to be going in one ear and out the other because it in fact was. you couldn't focus on much besides how good she looked.

hair pulled back in a slick bun, plump lips covered in a sheer pink gloss, and her face adorned with light makeup that she didn't even need.

and the outfit choice didn't make it any better—a crop top with a neckline that had you ready to sink your teeth into her like some sort of vampire and loose jeans that somehow made her ass sit up just right per usual. a simple choice that azzi made look so fashionable.

“three minutes too long.” you mumbled quietly. she could tell your attention was elsewhere as you very openly eyed her lips, but she didn't call you out on it. a laugh fell from her lips before she pecked your own. once, twice, and a final time except she didn't pull away.

it was different from your usual kisses, still sweet but messy. tongue, saliva, and teeth clashing as she tilted her head, tongue basically inching it's way down your throat but you didn't mine.

a soft sound elicited from her throat and it had you ready to forget about everything and climb in the driver's seat with her. your lips were beyond wet and you're pretty sure saliva was spilling from the side of your mouth as well as her's, but you didn't care.

until a soft knock erupted on the driver's side window. you and azzi jumped simultaneously, her wiping her mouth as she turned and rolled down her window.

“i am so sorry to interrupt, but you're kinda holding up traffic.” the blonde man spoke, making them extremely aware that the light was now green.

“oh—oh! we are so sorry!” azzi apologized quickly. “oh, no girl, it's fine! just make sure there's no waiting cars behind you next time.” he waved the two of you off, stepping back which made azzi drive just as the light turned yellow.

it was your giggles once again that made her speak up, “you're distracting me.” she mumbled with a smile on her face. after your small moment, the ride felt shorter and before you knew it azzi was rounding the car to open your door.

that's how you found yourself walking—no, stumbling into the lobby, just as you would when you entered the house.

“okay, wait till we make it to our door.” azzi responded to you, tugging your hands away from the hem of her shirt but that didn't stop you from rubbing your hands over her stomach.

the receptionist glanced over, clearly used to the couples stumbling in after late nights. “that's ten floors!” you said but still walked over to the elevator with her right behind you. “eleven.” she corrected with a sly grin.

that's how you got there—clothes hitting the floor before you'd even made it down the hall, shoes forgotten somewhere along the way, until you were stripped to nothing but your undergarments.

“you played good tonight.” you mumbled against her lips as she kicked the door clothes, walking slowly to the neatly made bed that was bound to get messed up.

“yeah?” she questioned breathlessly, connecting your lips once again as your hands roamed each other's body. “mhmm.” you hummed breaking apart for a second.

“twenty-four points? you knew i was in the mood tonight.” you said almost teasingly which earned you a laugh that you swore sounded like heaven. “you're always in the mood.” she pointed out as the two of you finally made it to the bed.

you switched your positions just before you fell so it was you who was on top. “with a girlfriend like you, i have a reason.” with one last peck, you began to trail kisses down her neck, running you lips over spots that had her gasping like she was on her last breath.

kisses so delicate yet speaking measures with the way she was already falling apart. but soon, they grew sloppier as you sucked on specific parts. leaving marks, moving rapidly so you could get to what you really wanted.

“baby—” azzi trailed off as you ran your tongue up her stomach smoothing over the mark you harshly sucked then bit just because you loved the sound she made.

she didn't have to say anything, you knew she wanted what you wanted just as bad- maybe even more. so you wasted no more time, hooking your fingers into the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down quickly once she lifted her hips off the bed to help.

as soon as they were out of your way, you wasted no time attaching your lips to her's. the breath she drew in was sharp and her hand almost immediately went to your head.

it was a simple pattern but it drove her crazy every time—a few flicks of your tongue, a couple swirled eights, and sucking just for minutes was enough to have her legs shaking and eyes rolling.

“please, don’t stop.” she moaned out, just slightly loud but you didn't care. you could listen to azzi yell on repeat for hours. it didn't take long to have your name falling from her lips like a mantra, but you enjoyed it every time.

the grin on your face and the admiration in your eyes even though this wasn't the first time you had azzi shaking above you. in fact, you'd seen it so many times, you could paint it.

you gave a few more licks to clean her up before moving up to look at the panting girl's face. “everytime you do that, it gets better and better.” she huffed. you just smiled, leaning down to connect your lips, azzi humming at the taste of herself.

“again,” you mumbled against azzi’s lips. “cum for me again.” you insisted, staring down at those wide brown eyes. she nodded wordlessly and you smiled, one hand reaching down to rub her clit, slipping in smoothly.

“fuck.” she spit it out, chest beginning to move a little rapidly all while you watched, excitement basically coursing through you as you worked for her orgasm like it was your own.

your thrust grew faster and harder, palm smacking her clit everytime you pushed up. “just-just like that.” azzi nodded at nothing, taking deep breaths as if air was limited. “hm, like,” you trailed off, curling your finger just right with made her moan loudly, nails now digging into your arm. “that?”

“yes, fuck!” azzi squirmed below you which made your free hand travel to her hip, holding it down to the bed. “please baby, please—” she pleaded, unsure of what it was that she wanted.

“yes?” the way you spoke. spoke as if you didn't have her turning to jelly, as if you weren't fucking her up single handedly (literally), as if you didn't have her about to melt into the silk sheets of your shared bed. “i’m so close—”

“hold it.” you instructed. “i can't-” she went to say. she couldn't, not when her lower stomach was on fire. “just a little longer.” you reassured, pace quickening. suddenly all those deep breaths did azzi nothing because the air felt as if it were personally leaving her lungs.

breathless moans and whines fell from her lips along with the occasional mumble of something you couldn't make out. “let go baby.” you whispered, watching as her eyes rolled back and she shook.

“oh my—god!” she exclaimed in a broken moan as you worked her through it. but you weren't done, you slipped your fingers from her hole gently and stood without kiss this time.

azzi watched as you exited to get something to clean her up—presumably, that was. but when she saw you enter your shared closet, that thought went away.

you had your eyes set on one thing, that black box you loved to go through on nights you were both wanting to feel closer in a way. she couldn't help but mumble a quiet but audible “fuck” once her eyes landed on you.

from your hands dangled a toy, long, pink, and your personal favorite to use on the athlete.

you didn't speak, didn't have to. azzi's legs widened as you moved between them, parting like a welcoming home that you'd stay in all day if you could. dragging it up and down her clit, the whine that left azzi's mouth filled the room.

so sensitive yet ready to go again because she wasn't done. far from it actually. the sound tearing from her throat resembled a scream, too loud but you didn't care.

“someone might hear you.” you reminded, knowing azzi liked to keep it down any other time. “i don't care—shit!” the toy turned, stroking different spots that made the girl feel like she was shattering.

her eyes welled with tears, the stimulation way too much, yet not enough as she got close to what she wanted—what you both wanted.

“don’t stop, don't stop.” she repeated in a small whisper, probably the quietest she'd been all night. “i won't baby.” you reassured, pecking her inner thigh in different spots.

something about the moment—so sensual yet comforting that had you ready to forget the outside world. drinking and eating azzi up like you could survive off of her alone, swallowing her moans into your own mouth as you kissed like she was oxygen itself.

“i’m gonna—” she'd tried to say, but she couldn't speak. this release was different, gushing and spraying out of her in a way that had you ready to see it all again.

so instead of stopping, you doubled up. thrusting harder than before despite her pleas. “baby, slow down.” she mumbled, hand reaching down and wrapping loosely around your wrist.

“again.” you repeated as you'd did earlier, except this time you were almost breathless. needing to see it again and a thousand times over if you could.

her hand went limp around your arm and you took it as a sign to keep going. gasps turned to moans and moans turned to screams, falling from her lips with no regard for your neighbors.

“please—oh my god, please!” she breathed out, back arching off the bed. you didn't even bother to comment on how loud she was, loving every second of it.

“i can't! fuck, i can't!” azzi finally couldn't take it, but you knew she was so close. “wait, stop—oh my—” the last thing to fall from her lips was your name in a broken sound that was the result of her sobbing, moaning, and whining all at the same time.

you let her scream as you dragged the toy in and out of her slowly, riding out her high until she was pushing up away from you. you let her, a smile dancing on your lips as you watched her chest rise and fall.

“i made you squirt. twice.” you spoke almost as if you were trying to ensure that the moment was real. “shut up.” she huffed, looking entirely fucked out.

her bun was beyond fucked up and the little bit of makeup she had was fading like a distant memory.

“i'll run you some warm water then i'll shower in the guest bathroom.” you informed, moving the toy to the nightstand. “you're not gonna wash with me?” she asked, you washing separate especially after a moment like this being extremely rare.

“i'm not gonna keep my hands to myself.” you stated and she shook her head. “yeah, go shower in there.” you laughed, moving to your own bathroom to do exactly what you said.

it wasn't surprising that you were done before azzi, her definitely needing to soak in hopes of getting the sudden ache to reside, so you busied yourself with changing the bed sheets.

an easy task that you'd finished in seconds, dropping the ones that previously covered your mattress in the hamper in your bathroom that azzi’d left the door open to.

but she still wasn't done, so you decided to grab a water bottle from the kitchen, already knowing azzi would ask you to grab her one. your feet thumped lightly against the floor as you made your way into the kitchen, but a knock on the door halted your actions.

with a quick glance over to the alexa tablet on your counter, your brows furrowed. who would be at your house as three in the morning? only azzi's best friend, paige, was stupid enough to pop up unannounced but she was in vegas.

the knocks got louder, almost more urgent which made you speak up. “who is it?” your voice was soft but loud enough to be heard through the thick material of the door. “lapd.”

this was a joke. had to be. why would the police be at your door, no less at three a.m.? you traveled over to the front door, looking out the peephole just to see two very real police officers. “hello?” the taller, brown man spoke up, his partner looking ready to kick the door in at any second.

“yeah- sorry, one second.” you pulled the door open, clad in nothing but a green silk robe azzi'd bought you, something along the lines of it brought out your eyes or looked good on your skin.

“um, hi?” you greeted, beyond confused as to why they could be there. “hey. we got a call, neighbors were worried about some kind of domestic dispute.” the shorter, still quite tall, officer informed.

“domestic what?” you repeated, almost sure you were hallucinating. “yeah, lots of screaming, few thumps, then silence. we wanted to make sure everything was alright.” the taller one said, eyeing something on your shoulder which made you suddenly aware of the scratch mark you saw azzi had left.

pulling your robe up, you went to speak but azzi beat you to it. “babe? who's at the door?” her warm voice filled the room as you turned seeing her walk towards you.

she also sported a robe you had bought for her except it was a light pink that almost looked white in the dark and her hair was no longer as messy, now ironically in a messy bun.

“um, the police?” you informed which made her brows furrow much like your's did. “police?” she repeated, long legs taking large strides as she walked up to you. suddenly she was at your side.

“what seems to be the problem?” azzi questioned, and you were thankful she took over the situation because you honestly had no idea what to say. “neighbors were worried, they heard a female screaming for a while and then nothing else. is it just you two here?”

she nodded, hand reaching around to your back where it rested. “uh, yes sir. we were—” she paused turning to you in a silent debate on if she really wanted to tell these officers you had her screaming her lungs out but not for the reason they thought.

thankfully, they saw the marks on her neck that definitely didn't come from fighting and quickly understood your situation. “okay, i see where this was going. just try to keep it down next time, maybe apologize to your neighbors in the morning.”

azzi nodded quickly, “yes sir, sorry for the inconvenience.” she apologized for the both of you since you seemed to stunned to even speak. “it's no problem, have a good night—or morning, ladies.”

with a kind smile, they walked away before you wished the floor could swallow you whole and azzi shut the door. silence lingered between you two, unsure of what to say before you broke it.

“i told you to keep it down.”

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pb x oc loosely inspired by princess and the frog???

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