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EVERYONE SAY CONGRATULATIONS TO LEILANI 🥳🥳🥳🥳

LANI'S 1K CELEBRATION ! 🪩

hello all ! i've only had this account for less than three months, and it's insane to think that we've reached this milestone so quickly. thank you so so so much for the opportunity to create writing that i, and hopefully many others, enjoy. i am so incredibly grateful for every single one of you - your invitation into the women's basketball community, your hilarious comments, your creative requests, your encouraging compliments - EVERYTHING !

i've never felt so comfortable in a community and i couldn't be happier that this is one i'm part of. i'm also extremely lucky to be considered a writer on this platform, especially considering how many other incredible writers there are here, so thank you again.

as a more interactive thank you, i've decided to host a little celebration where you guys also benefit from this achievement ! after all, i wouldn't be here without you guys, so it's only right that you guys are thanked properly. hopefully you guys like it and have fun, so here are some rules and guidelines !

CELEBRATION (JULY 15 — JULY 19) !

PLAYERS I WRITE FOR — paige bueckers, aubrey griffin, azzi fudd, morgan cheli, kate martin, nika muhl

RESOURCES — fluff prompt list, angst prompt list, smut prompt list

RULES — only send asks within the celebration's set dates, only send one request per ask, each request is wlw and player x reader, each request is centered around an aforementioned player, copy and paste specific lyrics/prompts with their corresponding emojis

CHOICE ONE — blurb inspired by song lyric - as you guys probably already know, all of my work is based off of either an entire song or a line from a song, so i wanna hear from you guys !

🎵, send this emoji + a song lyric and its singer + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

CHOICE TWO — blurb inspired by prompt - prompts make it super easy to create specific yet broad work (if that makes sense), so send one over and i'll see what i can cook up !

🗝️, send this emoji + a fluff prompt (from the provided lists above) + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

🎥, send this emoji + a smut prompt (from the provided lists above) + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

🖇️, send this emoji + an angst prompt (from the provided lists above) + a preferred player and i'll write a short fic !

CHOICE THREE — moodboard inspired by scenario - i'm a pinterest/canva girly at heart and i love making little collages, so let me know what you want to see !

📷, send this emoji + a scenario/trope + a preferred player and i'll create a collage !

hope y'all enjoy !

— tagging my lovely moots ! 📰

@girlokwhatever @liacobain @solefae @whoops11 @taurasiluvr @calicoheartz @lucespeaks @martinluvrr @arlertwhore @lowgothree @litfiction @taurasiluvr @httpsai @cosmopretty @kamii-2 @hcsiqs @itiswhatitisboi @elainebursts @brenwritesss @bueckersfor3 @paigebueckersmommy @iminlovewithpaigebueckers @latenighttalkinqwp @authentic-girl03 @makethemhoesmad @cjrights @hopelesslydevoted2paige @p0rtaled @azzibuckets @chaoticpazzi @sleighingstella @hrtsfromjules @mayghosts @asapeveryday @bueckersstrap @sweetbans29 @pbnbucks @goldfades @09carriages @pbueckerslover @bueckerslover @ayannatv @kmoneymartini @luvbrat @psecret @kaya-p @martinmuhl @barbspeaks @ilovepaigebueckerss @katemartinismywife

Guys tell us what to write for please we miss this so much….

Okay I’ll be back soon teehee

Ok so I was talking w @cosmopretty and we both miss being famous and like Yellowjackets…. The thing is tho ultraviolence genuinely sucks so bad I can’t 😰 so idk maybe who knows

Ok I’m gonna disappear again now

꣑୧ summary— thinking about Caitlin Clark eating you out like it’s her last meal, making you come again and again till you can’t take it anymore

warnings— smut, nsfw

Her tongue licks through folds as your hips twitch up, her veiny big hands hold your hips down on the bed “Come on baby give me one more I know you can” she mumbles looking up at you, through your legs.

She’s been eating you out for god knows how long, her mouth and fingers making you come over and over.

“P-please Cait no more” you whine your hand trying to push her head away from your core.

Caitlin shakes her head “You can give me one more baby, come on” she praises you. Her mouth comes to suck on your bundle of nerves as her fingers dip down and sink into you.

Her two fingers inside you pump in and out of you as you moan and whine under her. Your stomach tightens and your leg squeeze around her head, you can’t remember how many times you came tonight.

You were so overstimulated every move she made on you went straight to the band tightening in your stomach, your body flinching. Feeling your orgasm building up again your whine grabbing onto her head, her mouth pulls off your clit and she leaves a kiss on the bundle of nerves. Before looking up at your fucked out face. She could eat you out for hours until you were crying and weak, not able to move a muscle.

“You gonna come princess? Come on give to me” Caitlin whispers to your fastening the pace of her fingers inside you. Her fingers hit that sweet spot inside you over and over and her thumb comes to rub your clit in circles. Until you your juices were dropping down her fingers, and in her mouth. She licks her fingers clean then cleans you up with her tongue, your legs shaking as she overstimulates you even more than before.

She shushes you “shh it’s okay baby you did so good for me princess” she whispers moving up and kissing your head her hand smoothing your hair.

NEW CAROLINE HARVEY WRITER I REPEAT NEW CAROLINE HARVEY WRITER

GO CHECK OUT BAES FICS RN!!!!!

somewhere only we know - c.h

caroline harvey x fem!reader blurb

warnings- nothing just really bad fluff cuz i suck at writing it

a/n: i gave up with the banner and trying to make it look better 😭 anywho send more kk requests the earth is lacking with kk fics anywho i iterally hate this

you were sitting on your couch, not doing much of anything, you phone starts ringing, it’s kk.

you answer her, “hiii baby” kk says over the phone, sounding excited. “hiii kk, you sound excited?”

“uh yeah- do you think you can be ready for me to pick you up in a couple minutes?” kk says, you immediately sit up, knowing you were in sweats and looked pretty rough,

“uh- y-yeah? where are we going sweetheart?” you asked her, “it’s a suprise, nothing fancy. i’ll see you soon ma.” kk said before hanging up.

a couple minutes later kk texts you, “here baby” and you walk down, seeing kks car in the parking lot. she opens your door for you, “hiii pretty girl,” she says with a smile opening your door.

she kisses you softly when you sit down in the car before going to the drivers side. she got situated in her seat with a smile. “how far is the suprise kk?” you say looking at her,

“just 15 minutes, it’s in a town a couple minutes from here, poynette i think.” kk said as she started driving from the campus of your college.

as she said, about 15 minutes later you arrived at a building, and kk parked. “what is this place?” you said confused, it looked almost like a church.

“you’ll see, ma.” she said before coming to open your door, and holding your hand as she took you down a few steps on the side of the building, a gazebo and a lake with greenery surrounding, the sunset behind the lake complimenting it.

“this is beautiful kk.” you say taking in the view. “how’d you find out about this place?”

“i came here a few months ago, before we started dating, for a banquet i think. this t place is used for all types of things.” she said as you two walked closer to the lake, when you two reached the small gazebo, you two sat on a bench in it.

you two sat in silence for a few minutes, until you put your head on her shoulder, she broke the silence. “i love you sweetheart.”

“i love you too.” you say before a couple minutes pass by and your be real notification going off, perfect timing. kk saw and brought her hand from your shoulder to your face, pressing your faces together and the other side showing the sunset.

“i love how excited you get over those.” kk said as you hit send, smiling.

Apparently it’s a glitch because Q deactivated then reactivated her ig account

Oh that makes sense but still appertly she outed her teammates ( and everyone’s assuming it’s about Pazzi we don’t know for sure what she did say ) to a girl she barley knew for god knows what reason so I feel bad for both of them and the other girls because Q is making UConn look bad right now she should just transfer or leave the school bc the accusations that Q is facing is crazy ( sexual harassment, bullying, Minors, just being weird in general )

Diana is so daddy ngl

"I DONT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIEND, HE CAN HAVE YOU WHEN I GO." — D.T³

⋆ smut. cheating

⋆ i dont condone cheating wtv wtv yap yap yap. hope yall like this :)

when you walked into the practice gym after a fight with your boyfriend, you knew your bad mood would reflect on the team. it always did, and you always felt bad about it. but it wasn't your fault your boyfriend was a complete dick.

you walked to your locker with your head down, which had already picked up some of your teammates attention, it was odd for you to be so quiet. and if they weren’t aware of your bad mood then, they certainly were when you slammed your locked door closed on accident, putting a little bit too much force behind your hand.

“what’s the deal with you today, babygirl?” diana asked, walking up to you after the locker room had cleared. diana had always flirted with you, knowing damn well you had a boyfriend. but she also knew you were unhappy, even if you never said it directly to her. you didn’t mind her affection, you couldn’t deny the arousal that settled in your stomach when she kept her hand on you a little too long or called you a sweet pet name.

“he’s being an ass again, dee.” you frowned, slumping back against your locker.

“poor baby, i thought i told you to leave him.” she raised an eyebrow. you had let her into some of the red flags of your relationship after one particularly bad fight a couple of months ago, you were desperate for a source to vent to and she always had open arms.

you sighed, knowing she was right. “i know, i know.”

“pick your head up pretty girl. come to my place tonight, i’ll make you dinner or something.” she smiled, putting a hand out to help you up from the bench.

you gave her an appreciative smile as you got up. “thank you, dee.”

“‘course babe.”

—

practice was fine, a couple of your teammates gave their condolences. though they weren’t quite sure what was going on with you. you were grateful when it was over though, glad to go home and get ready and forget about all the bullshit from today.

you shot diana a quick text, letting her know you’d be over in a couple of hours and headed home. the apartment was eerily silent when you stepped inside, it was always like this after a fight. you assumed he had left, it felt like a weight was lifting off of your chest. your assumption was confirmed when you walked into your bedroom to see half his clothes out of the closet, along with his suitcase.

you sighed and moved on from it, trying to get your mind off from this situation. you made your way to the bathroom and started to get ready.

after an hour you deemed yourself to be ready for diana’s tonight. you didn’t dress up too much, it wasnt a date after all. though you knew deep down, you wished it was.

you got into your car and drove to your teammates address. the drive was short and sweet. before you knew it, you were at diana’s front door, knocking.

“oh hey— woah— you look really nice.” she laughed nervously, clearly feeling underdressed in her t-shirt and shorts. her hair was let down, a rare sight you usually never got to see, soft curls framed her face perfectly. her face was slightly flushed after seeing you, moving out the way to let you in but also hide herself from you slightly.

“you look good too, don’t worry dee.” you laughed, resting your hand on a muscular bicep.

“okay well, give me like 5 minutes to get changed, there’s wine on the table.” she rambled, quickly walking back to her bedroom. you smiled to yourself, finding her nervous behavior adorable.

you walked into her kitchen area, two wine glasses full of probably the nicest red she owned, a vase of flowers in the middle. you sat down and quietly sipped on the glass in front of you, waiting for her return.

once she had finally come back, her hair was pushed back—not her usual tight slicked bun, but a softer pony tail that small wisps of hair fell out of—and she had a black polo on and cargo pants to match.

“you look like you’re gonna walk through the tunnel.” you joked.

“oh shut up, you know i own the same 5 things.” she rolled her eyes, taking a seat next to you.

small talk began, catching up about things and future plans. the wine flowed and you could feel yourself get a bit more tipsy with every glass.

dee had begun to make dinner, refusing to reveal what she was cooking up.

“if you don’t tell me, i might jus’ have to come check it out myself.”

“come do it then, babygirl.” she laughed, looking back at you.

you huffed and got up, standing next to her at the stove. you couldn’t even pay attention to what she was cooking, too intoxicated by the scent of her.

“baby, the food is down there.” she chucked, noticing your eyes were glued to her.

“maybe i want you to eat me instead.” you said, stepping closer to her.

her face went red, a smile accompanied it. “you got a boyfriend babygirl.”

“fuck him. kiss me dee, please.” you whined.

that’s all it took, she smashed her lips against yours, guiding you backwards towards the nearest wall. her strong hands pinned your hips to the wall while she sloppily made out with you.

“he doesn’t make you cum, does he?” she muttered in your ear as she ran calloused fingertips under your top and across your skin, making you shiver. her lips found your neck, sucking gently.

“f-fuck diana—“ you whimpered, trying to answer her question.

“mm, words babygirl.” she mumbled against your neck.

“he doesn’t,” you whined out, your hands finding her back and pulling her closer.

“hm, i’ll change that tonight, pretty girl.” she purred against your ear before biting the lobe.

a yelp escaped your throat as you felt strong hands come up behind your thighs and pick you up with ease. she carried you to the nearest countertop, lips still connected. she sat you down on the counter before continuing her attack on your neck. you moaned as you felt teeth drag across the column of your throat, her tongue trailing behind.

she moved down your body, taking off your shirt and licking across your collarbones. “daddy— daddy, please.” you whined, bucking your hips upwards when she hit a particularly sensitive spot of your skin.

her head picked up from your body, her eyes lit up. “daddy, huh?” she smirked, pushing you back to lay you down. before you could respond, your shirtless back hit the cold granite countertops. the cold feeling was quickly replaced with warmth when her tongue found your stomach, running it up and down the length of your torso.

her hands found your bra, quickly taking it off and throwing it haphazardly onto the kitchen floor, accompanying your shirt. your fingers threaded into the loose ponytail as she found your nipple, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. heat jolted straight down to your core, you needed her now.

“dee please, need you.” you whined, bucking your hips impatiently.

she lifted her head up from your tit, looking at you with half lidded eyes. “patience baby,” you whined at that, not wanting to wait much longer.

as if she could read your mind, she found your lips again, sloppily making out with you as she pulled down your pants. once she had gotten them down enough to have access to your panties, her finger found your clothed clit. “fuck—!” you moaned into her mouth, surprised by the sudden friction.

“you’re so fucking wet baby,” she growled against your lips, her finger making tight circles around your panty clad clit. her tongue found yours again, swirling them against each other as she used her other hand to grope your tit. rough calloused palms ran across hard nipples as she panted into your mouth.

she moved your panties to the side and wiped a finger up your slit, moaning at how wet you were. she gathered all the slick that had seeped out of your cunt and found your clit, soft squelching and your moans filled the room as she rubbed your clit.

“daddy please,” you babbled out, needing more. she smirked against your lips before sliding two thick fingers into your cunt, bottoming out and letting them sit in you so you could adjust to the sudden stretch. her thumb found your clit, rubbing it gently.

“takin’ me so well, good girl.” she purred into your ear as she began to slowly pump her fingers in and out, curling them just right every time she pulled out.

the praise only brought you closer to your orgasm, her words made you tremble as her fingers ruined you. “‘m close,” you slurred, barely coherent strings of her name and other expletives left your mouth as you approached your climax.

“cum f’me baby.” she panted against your ear, her fingers speeding up.

you mumbled mindlessly, your mind going blank as you came. stars filled your vision and for a second it felt like the only things in the room were you and diana. her holding you close as she helped you ride out your orgasm, whispering in your ear how good you are for her. how your boyfriend will never measure up to this.

after what felt like hours, her fingers left you, leaving you feeling empty, like you were missing a part of you. slick soaked fingers were brought up to your lips, tracing them before you opened and felt the tips push against your tongue. you sucked around them, moaning at the taste of yourself against the taste of diana’s fingers.

“you need to leave him, pretty girl.” she looked at you, lust still clouding her vision.

she wasn’t done with you yet.

Pretty Girl

warnings: nsfw, smut no plot

Paige Bueckers x fem

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Paige’s big hands guide your hips pulling them up and down on her thigh “Come on baby” she whispers before flexing her thigh and pushing you down onto it. You clit throbs through your underwear and onto her, she smirks feeling it.

You moan as she controlled your movements with her hands pulling and pushing you to how she wanted you to be, puppeteering  your movements. You feel the knot beginning to build up in your stomach “Fuck Paige need more please” you beg the girl. She moves one hand from your hip fall on you cheek, you body warm at her touch she pouts at you tilting her head “Yeah you need to tell me what you want, come on baby” she tells you stopping her movements on your hip, stilling you on her thigh.

“I want your fingers Paige pretty please” you look at her with doe eyes, your hands grasping at the bottom of oversized her shirt that lays on your body. She moves your body down laying you on the soft comforter of her bed “Yeah pretty girl what ever you want you get huh my princess” she smiles at your crawling on top of you, spreading your legs with her knee before pulling her shirt off of you.

The way her hands grasp at you hips makes a heat rise with in, you body reacting to every touch she makes. She kisses down your neck and starts sucking on your sweet spot “Please Paige need you now” you whine your hips jolting up.

Her hand comes down to your pussy, her fingers circling your clit “Yeah I’m all yours pretty girl” she tells you kissing down your neck to your chest. Her fingers pride at your hole and you whine looking at her “Come on no more teasing baby” you beg the blonde on top of you.

Paige’s two finger slide inside of you and she moves them in and out of you slowly before speeding up. Her pink lips come to your chest kissing all over your skin, she leaves purple hickeys as her fingers curl inside of you. Moaning you grab the sheets below you and look at Paige “Fu-fuck Paige” you say moaning her name. She smiles and kisses up your body before holding your chin with her other hand bringing your lips together.

She kisses your lips pushing her tongue in your mouth as her thumb comes to rub your clit while her long fingers pump in and out of you. Your tongues fight for dominance before she wins when she hits your G spot and your hips lift off the bed lightly, back arching.

“Paige I’m gonna cum” you say and she nods kissing your neck some more speeding up her fingers “Yeah come for me princess” she demands.

Your back arches as the band in your stomach finally snaps, your legs shaking as you cum all over her fingers. She slowly down her fingers fucking you through your orgasm. She slowly pulls her fingers out of your hole and sticks them in her mouth sucking your juices off of her hand.

She moves up kissing your forehead leaning above you “You look so pretty covered in my marks baby” she tells you biting her lip before laying down beside you.

You smile at her and kiss her cheek “Thanks Paigey you make me pretty” you say laying your head down on her chest. Her arms immediately wrap around your waist “Yeah go to sleep pretty girl” she coos while you close your eyes.

Send requests yall

Noo it’s not ur fault I’ve been good I just ate the best subway sandwich ever

Hi pookiebutt I feel like we haven’t talked in forever how have u been babes

Heyyyy sorry I just seen this, I been good Hruuuu sorry we haven’t talk in a bit it’s my fault😭

Thanks my love I would love to be your friend too message me whenever pookie

I literally hate my life like all my “friends” are not really my friends like they all always hangout without me and leave me out and then have their own friends. Like im so annoying right now like all I want is friends who actually can be real friends but no everyone gotta be fake. Like this is pissing me off my mom is always asking me to go out but I can’t because I have no one to go out with like IM SO MAD

anyways sorry for ranting needed to get that off of my chest new fics coming out tonight

pretty girls

pairing : azzi fudd x reader

warnings : smut.

notes : azzi 😍💞💓🌸💗💗🪷💖🥰💝💘🌼🌺🌺❣️💞💞💞 thats all.

words : 1898

you and azzi collapse onto the couch in the dorm, exhausted. drunk. annoyed.

tonight was a dud, to say the least. you’ve barely had any time to go out and have fun, like you should as college students, because of basketball and junior year being the absolute worst when it comes to your workload. and then, on the one night you do have off, free of practice for the next couple days and all your homework turned in, both the guys you planned on spending it with turned out to be absolute dicks.

yours had seemed nice enough, in the beginning. he’d been the one ask you out after over a week of staring you down in your shared econ class, take you, azzi, and the football player she’s been talking to out to some club in hartford, and then back to his place after a couple hours of dancing and taking shots. but just as he’d gotten you back to his dorm and out of your clothes, he’d said something so boyishly disgusting, it’d taken real reserve for you to not to slap him before pushing him off of you, re–dressing, collecting your things, and getting the hell out of there.

it’d been pure coincidence that azzi texted asking if you could meet with her as you’d stumbled out of werth tower, phone in one hand and your heels in clutched in the other. you’re not sure what happened with her and her football player— it couldn’t have been good, judging by how her makeup was running. you’d felt bad, and held her hand the whole uber ride back to the dorm, the pad of your thumb caressing the back of her hand.

“want a water?” you ask the girl, tiredly. you’re still very much inebriated and standing could result in a pretty embarrassing fall.

she nods, though, and so you decide to risk it, stumbling into the kitchen and at one point using the wall for support. you grab two bottled waters and pad back into the living room, handing one to azzi and sighing as you sit back down next to her, close. you can feel the heat from her body radiating onto you.

“that fucking sucked,” you gripe, recalling the night, earning a weak, drunken laugh from azzi.

“dudes…” she says, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her water, eliciting giggles from yourself. a single word is enough to get her point across; men fucking suck.

“ugh, and i’m still wet,” you murmur to yourself, the alcohol in your system removing any filter you’d have otherwise. you and azzi are close, so this is probably the least provocative thing you’ve said to her tonight; you both laugh at the statement. you shift uncomfortably and tug at the end of your dress. you need to get out of this chiffon and take a long, hot shower.

azzi turns to look at you, one of her curls falling out of place. she still looks so pretty, even though her makeup had gotten messy. her big brown eyes and perfect, clear skin and full lips. how could anyone fumble her and live with themselves?

“what?” she giggles at how long you’ve been looking at her.

“nothin’,” you smile back. “you’re just too pretty to be crying over some guy.”

then, azzi leans in and kisses you. she pulls back to assess your reaction, before kissing you again when you don’t look petrified or disgusted. you let her slip her tongue into your mouth this time, and surprise yourself with the little moan that comes with it, eyes fluttering closed. your back naturally arches to push up against her.

you lose track of how long you make out before azzi’s hand finds it way to your knee, resting there gingerly, “can i…?”

“like, finger me?” you ask dumbly, because fingering is definitely a step above kissing. plenty of girls that are straight and just friends kiss each other, even make out. but you and azzi are crossing into the territory of actually having sex.

seeing as you play basketball, the conversation of sexuality has obviously come up before, often. every other morning, actually, as paige feels the need to recount her sexcapades to you all. you hadn’t really thought about yours until you got to uconn, and then decided to quietly give yourself the title of unlabeled, while still just hooking up with guys because that’s all you knew. you didn’t think azzi…

“it doesn’t have to mean anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she assures you, her tone surprisingly casual, like she’s trying to convince you to try a new drink at the bar or attempt a shot you haven’t tried before at practice, not breach the basis of your close but purely platonic relationship. “we’re just having fun.”

you consider your position— on the couch, in the dorm, basically out in the open. the other girls had gone out, too, to ted’s, of course. but knowing them, with a schedule this clear, they won’t be home any time soon. and wet is an understatement; you’re practically aching down there, you need to be touched so bad. what could it possibly hurt?

“okay,” you say, finally, a smile slowly spreading over your features. azzi pecks your lips once more before sliding her hand further up your leg.

never having done this before, you’re nervous as you part your thighs, just slightly, still confined by the tight dress, but then her hand is there, warm palms caressing your skin and inching closer and closer towards your core. you gasp when her fingers finally graze the thong you’d put on, feeling a rush of wetness between your folds at the small contact.

“is this still okay?” your friend asks, voice barely above a whisper, and you nod, almost embarrassingly quickly. so she keeps going, experimentally rubbing you through your underwear and you keep gasping, bordering on whimpering with every touch.

“here,” azzi climbs off of the couch and positions herself between your knees, encourages you to push yourself forward by grabbing onto your hips and finally pushing up that dress. when she finally gets you out of your thong, carelessly tossing the garment aside, it’s less like she’s actually trying to get you off and more like curious touching, unknowingly sending you closer and closer to the edge as she spreads your lips open, drags her index finger up from your slit to your clit. “you are really wet,” she muses, pulling her hand away, bringing her thumb and index finger together just to pull them apart and watch as a thin string of your arousal connects them. you blush, suddenly embarrassed, thighs twitching. “it’s okay, just relax for me.”

she smiles up at you so sweetly, and you’re trying to, throwing your head back and closing your eyes and trying to even out your breathing, but then she’s bringing her face toward your cunt, flattening her tongue against you and licking upward, sending shockwaves up your spine, and you can’t help but squirm and whine. “open your legs a little wider, y/n… good girl,” she instructs, and your head practically feels like it’s swimming at the words, unbelievably sexy in her voice.

“a–az,” you want desperately to grasp at her hair, but know how long it took for her to style her curls, so you opt to just fist your hands into the sofa and cry out when she sucks your clit into her mouth.

the way azzi’s using her mouth so well and holding your legs open with a firm grip on your thighs makes you wonder if this is her first time with another girl, too. she doesn’t look grossed out by the taste or confused on how to make you feel good. if anything, when she drags her tongue down from your clit to your entrance, licking into you, she seems all too happy to responsible for the long, drawn out moan it elicits from you, and repeats the motion until you’re practically crying. when you feel your heart start to hammer against your chest, you know you’re not going to last much longer.

azzi removes her mouth from your pussy, but quickly replaces it with a pair of fingers, working over your clit at high speed while she presses wet kisses to your thighs. all it takes is a few more flicks of her wrist to make you cum, thighs trembling and toes curling into the carpet. she doesn’t stop playing with your clit until your moans turn into winces, signaling that you’re being overstimulated.

you feel almost delirious as azzi climbs into your lap, arms looping around your neck. it feels almost natural for you to place your hands on her waist, looking up at her like she hung the moon. “was i good?”

“i can’t feel my legs, i think,” you rasp in response, earning laughter from the girl, before she leans down to kiss you, the taste of your own cum potent on her lips and tongue.

as the kiss intensifies, you just go with the flow, letting your hands slip past the hem of the crop top azzi had worn. you push the fabric up until its bunched up at her chest, glad to find she went braless, and, tentatively, take her breasts into your hands, fondling them gently. azzi chuckles at your obvious nervousness and lack of experience, but her laughter quickly melts into soft moans as you take one into your mouth, sucking firmly— you don’t think you’ve ever heard a prettier sound. you don’t think you’re going to be able to just go without ever hearing that sound again.

releasing her nipple, you let your free hand travel down to the button on azzi’s shorts, popping it open, and pulling down the zipper with haste. despite the constricting denim, your hand still fits into the opening, past the hem of her panties. you figure it can’t be much different than getting yourself off with your own fingers, so you just go by what you’d do if you were on your own, rubbing slow circles into azzi’s clit to work her up before quickening the pace.

she buries her face into your neck, moans muffled as her hold on you tightens— you take that, and how wet she is, as a sign that you’re doing it right, and continue until you feel her physically shaking in your arms. “fuck, y/n, i’m gonna—” she cuts herself off with a high–pitched moan, and you continue to rub her clit through her orgasm until she stops grinding down against your hand. you rub her back, also, feeling that you’re actually kind of good at this. that you could get used to it.

the exhaustion from the night seems to hit you both like a brick, all of a sudden, and you both just sort of slump over in that position, limbs tangled and all.