#Caitlin Clark smut

[juslondo]

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘.. caitlin clark

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀— language, AGNSTTTTTTTTTT, c*nner(sorry)!

was it casual when caitlin felt something for you that she hadn’t felt with anyone else? the tingly feeling in her chest when she saw you, a lack of words you talked to her, the way she looked at you.. the smile she always had on her face when her eyes were fixated on you.

was it casual when caitlin would constantly be in your comments, lives, and post? Anytime you talked to someone else, or laughed at somebody else’s joke it ruined her day until you talked to her.

Y’know caitlin never noticed what she felt, you were just a close friend right? no, wrong. It wasn’t until she realized the way she would smile when she figured out she had post game press conferences with you, it wasn’t until she had force herself to look away from lips while your talking, it wasn’t until she started spending less and less time with her boyfriend, it wasn’t until she realized she didn’t want a him she wanted you. She wanted it to be you who kissed her good luck beofre and after games, she wanted it to be you who told her you loved her, she wanted to wake up to you every morning, every single dreadful moment with that man. She wanted it to be you.

it wasn’t until that night..

The team had went out to celebrate their first win of the season, Caitlin had a few drinks but not too many, you weren’t a drinker so you stuck to you apple juice. Quickly you and Caitlin got pretty bored. The team was entertaining Nalyssa’s live while you and caitlin were leaning on a corner of the bar walls. Your back was against her front as her arms were wrapped around your waist that was out due to your crop top.

You two stood in comfortable silence through tiktok on your phone, chuckling at a few videos while Cait’s chin rested on your shoulder. Caitlin let out a small sigh as she lifted her lips to your ear “can we go home? I’m bored” (you two indeed share a hotel room, two beds but she usually sleeps in yours)

“Already? we just got here.” You said as you turned off your phone and put it in your jean skirt pocket. Caitlin lifted her head and pouted as she rubbed your sides a little “please?” She ask as she glances at Aaliyah and Lexi who were laughing about who knows what. You sighed as you removed Caitlin’s hands from your side and interlocked your hands as you pulled her to the bar exit.

You could practically feel caitlin’s smile and burning into the back of your head as you lead her outside the bar. The cool air hit the both of you as you headed to Caitlin’s car.

Once you two got there she opened the passenger door for you and got in the drivers seat herself. As the ride started you and Caitlin sung your favorite songs the whole way there. While at a red light, the song you guys were singing kept stopping because of caitlin’s phone notifications. She sighed as she picked up her phone and saw conner was texting her back to back.

6 messages from C.>

“caitlin”

“you’ve been out all night, come to my hotel”

“caitlin where are you?”

“you didn’t text me after your game, answer your phone.”

“We need to start sharing locations I be worried about you”

“I miss you babe cmon”

Caitlin cringed at the messages as she simply put her phone on dnd and turned back up their music. You looked over at Caitlin who still had a werid look on her face. “You good?” You asked as she looked over at you and grinned. “yeah” She said as she placed her hand on your thigh. Your demeanor didn’t change as she always did that. It was casual, right?

When You and Caitlin made it back to your hotel, you were laughing as you two stumbled in, her hand resting lightly on your side. She closed the door behind the both of you with her foot and locked the door with her free hand. You made your way to your bed and sat down, taking off your sneakers that you wore, you sighed of relief when you got them off. “my feet were killing me” You chuckled softly as she layed down on your back, looking up at the ceiling.

Caitlin joined you, laying beside you on the bed, after about a minute you turned your head to face caitlin who was already looking at you. You felt this werid tingly feeling in your stomach when you saw caitlin’s greenish eyes looking into yours. “hey” She said dragging it out a little as she chuckled, making you laugh.

You were always giggly around Caitlin, You looked at her and always had to control your smile. “hey” you said back as you couldn’t really stop smiling. After a minute of just laughing at eachother, the laughter died down into peaceful silence. Cait looked at you, as if she was examining your every feature. After a minute of looking at you Caitlin’s eyes met yours “you’re so pretty” Caitlin said making you loss for words.

You didn’t really know what to say, I mean yeah caitlin had called you pretty many times, even sexy, she loved calling you sexy. but let’s not get off track. This time it felt different, like she was truly admiring you, the word pretty felt like the best compliment in the world coming out of caitlin’s mouth. why was something so small affecting you like this?

“Thank you..” you said as you slowly got lost in her daring eyes, that always seem to catch your attention. “y’know returning the compliment would be nice” Caitlin said making you laugh out of nervousness, once you got yourself together you looked back at caitlin for the 100th time tonight. “you are very pretty caitlin” you say as Caitlin’s expression softens. She doesn’t say anything, no, but her eyes spoke for her.

No. This couldn’t happen, she was caitlin clark, a women. She had the whole media and on her back they couldn’t see her do anything different or be with a girl. She had to stay with conner. It would never work, yall would never work.

But you didn’t know that, so after that night you were confused, on why caitlin stopped texting you good morning or good night. Why she stopped calling you nick names, or why she started talking to you less.

Everytime you were around her it felt like she was forcing everything, forcing herself not to talk to you, forcing herself not to touch you in any kind of way. Where did it all go wrong? Was it that night? the realization that ran through caitlin’s eyes as you called her pretty, the meir thought that you guys might’ve kissed that night, was it the way caitlin frowned her eyebrows in confusion trying to find out why her heart fluttered the way it did, why she had to force herself not to smile?

As their game against chicago sky came to an end indiana came out with the the win. You pull your jersey up and wipe the slight sweat off of your forehead. As you look back up, your eyes searched for caitlin, even if caitlin was acting weird toward her she still would look for her everytime. Ever since the season started you and Caitlin would hug after every game, loss or win. But this time it was different, odly caitlin was more than ten feet away from you.

After a few minutes of looking you sighed and started to make your way to the tunnel as everyone else was signing things, doing interviews or just celebrating with eachother. Before you entered the tunnel you looked to your left and you wish you didn’t. You saw caitlin there.. hugging conner.

Her hands wrapped around his waist as his wrapped around her neck. Your face went numb, the feeling felt unreal, you got attached.. again. why? It was obvious caitlin didn’t like you it was just casual things. It was casual when you guys stayed up all night talking about your futures, and somehow your futures always had eachother in it. You took everything the wrong way.. how stupid of you..

Beofre you could see anything else you speed walked into the tunnel, making your way to the empty locker room. It hurt, knowing that it would never be you. Knowing that you can caitlin would be in eachothers futures but not how you wanted to.

“that’s just the way life goes”

but caitlin never wanted it to be like this, but that’s what she did when she was afraid, she closed off, and she walked away, she walked away from her problems. She didn’t know how else to deal with this feeling, and talking to you wasn’t an option.

“I like to slam doors closed”

As you took some of your things from your locker, just doing anything to keep your mind off caitlin, but she’s all you can think about is her. Did you do something wrong? was it your hair? was it your face? was it how you acted? why wouldn’t she pick you? You knew this wasn’t a minor crush, this was more. But the sad part was, you knew it would never be you. As the team started huddling into the locker room you acted like you were doing something in your locker, trying to keep the tears that were on the edge of falling. Unlucky for you caitlin’s locker was right beside yours.

This would be the time where you usually would be talking or laughing with eachother, but no. It was silent.

“trust me, i know it’s always about me”

caitlin could feel that you were sad, she knew the way she had been acting, the change of her actions, she knew it had hurted you, all she wanted to say was that she wanted you, she wanted it to be you, she wish it could’ve been you, but everything in her knew. it couldn’t. “hey” Caitlin looking up at you, you slowly shivered from her voice that hadn’t talked to you in weeks. You looked up at her just as the tear fell. Caitlin knew it was because of her, and hated herself for it.

Through all the emotions you were feeling you let out a small obviously fake and barley noticeable grin, which was different from your normal jolly, happy, demeanor that caitlin was used to. “hey” you said as she grabbed your bag from your locker and walked out, leaving caitlin their stumped. She wanted to stop you, she wanted to tell you how she felt, but she didn’t. She watched you walk out the door with a small tear falling down her pale cheek.

As the cold air hit your tear stained face, you leaned against the brick wall, letting out soft sobs. A small hope wishing that caitlin would come out and choose you, tell you that it was you, but she didn’t. It would never be you..

“i love you, im sorry”

an: shed a tear or two.. but this is my first fic!!! do yall like it?? and feel free to request!!

[pbnbucks]

word count : 1k

warnings : cussing, smut w plot, strap

summary : caitlin went to go get groceries but you saw a post of her the made you crave her touch.

you where home alone when the ache in your stomach started to grow as your silent coos echo through the quiet apartment as your phone dialed Caitlin’s busy one.

“when will you be home” you manage to say muffeling your cry’s as you bite your lip trying to hold yourself from falling apart. your hand crept under the layer of clothes running the tip of your finger over your untouched clit.

your need for her became when you where scrolling through your camera roll finding one of your most intimate moments with her. the photo was of her and her skilled tongue circling over your desperate clit.

you reminisced over the moment of her worshiping your body and pleasing you in your favored ways. you pressed down on the photo as it was a live photo which showed you all you needed to see.

the 3 seconds that played where of Caitlin’s tongue relentlessly flicking over your wet clit regretting your choice of sending her to go get groceries for the empty fridge in yours and Caitlin’s penthouse.

it didn’t take long for caitlin to return your call as you heard her deep worried voice connect as she didn’t expect you to call her so soon after she left. your whines slipped out of your mouth as her deep voice echoed through the screen daydreaming about all the things you wanted her to do to you.

it didn’t take her long to realize what you wanted from her. “ill be home in two minutes, keep your pussy warm for me” she coos in a whisper before she cuts the ongoing call leaving you by yourself with your thoughts.

you heard the grocery bags being dropped on the counter with Caitlin’s quick footsteps following after rushing to get to the bedroom needy to find you.

her instant smirk forming that only grew more when she sees you layed out on the bed in the red lingerie set she bought for you on her birthday that she obviously fucked you in, seeing the slight rips on the lace fabric in the spot that covered your dripping cunt.

her soft hums are replaced with chuckles as she sees how needy you are for her as she positions her body hovering over yours. she places a few kisses along your collarbone and neck before shuffling down to your lower stomach.

she unexpectedly latched her teeth to the lace of your underwear pulling it down painfully slow letting them pool at your ankles. she makes her way back up while peppers kissing between each of your inner thighs pressing a soft kiss on your folds before going back to her teasing.

“stop being mean” you whine at her touch when she finally connects her tongue with your clit. her tongue forming perfect circles over your bundle of nerves as your toes curled from the ultimate pleasure she was giving you.

your cunt only returning filthy noises as her tongue slipped in and out of your sopping pussy. she hands found there way to your shaking legs holding them up by your head. “want to be a good girl for mommy and hold your legs up” she coos as you hum in response taking over the spot she held on your thighs.

“feels so fucking good” you cry out as two of her fingers enter your needy hole as her moans send vibrations through your dense core. your returned with a whine by the feeling of her pulling away as she leaves the bed only to shuffle through your panties drawer looking for one thing only. her pink strap.

“going to fuck you so good on my cock mama” she mumbles before putting it on as it fit her toned abs perfectly positioning herself before you cunt as she slowly slides into you letting you adjust to her before making any sudden movements.

your hands are pinned above your head while she relentlessly pound into your sopping cunt as grunts leave her pretty mouth. “so fucking pretty” she coos as her eyes never leave your face studying your looks before she plants a few kisses on your neck.

her large hand planted in the middle of your stomach as she feels the swift movements of her strap bouncing of your walls. “you like when mommy’s in your stomach princess?” she says as her fingers run over the cold metal of your belly button piercing that she begged you to get because you would look oh so good with one.

“yes- love it so fucking much” your moans that grew louder with each thrust as your pussy clenched around her thick cock sending your brain through spirals as your lips connected with her sharp collarbone sucking on her sweet spots making little cry’s fall from her mouth.

you pull away seeing the dark formed hickey as your proud of your work looking back up to the brunette hovering over your petite body as her speed never faulted. “need to cum caity” your words slurring together as her pace quickened as her hand wrapped around your throat.

“go on sweetheart, cum on my cock” her silent pleas for your release mixed with your desperate whines when your liquids began to coat the silicone that filled you up perfectly every time. your legs wrapped tightly around her waist trying to get her as close to you as she can be.

her movements coming to a end when she slides out of your used hole making you whine at the empty feeling as she quickly goes and grabs a tissue wetting it in the sink before hurrying back to you. she held your waist down as she softly ran the Kleenex through your puffy folds making you let out a soft cry.

“you feel better baby” she asked even though she already knew your positive answer. you nod your head at the question before pulling her large frame to cover your body cuddling her cold body. your body’s pressed together never moving as you both fell asleep to the noises of you fan and the rain that poured outside.

[heart4caitlin]

*nsfw*

always thinking about caitlin who loves to overstimulate her girlfriend after a game. her listening to you whining the whole time about how "it's too much" for you but you're still pulling her closer between your thighs as your back arches off the bed. one of her arms rest over your hips making sure to hold them down as you jerk and try to pull away but she's not done yet. and you know she's not stopping until you're sobbing and only being able to whine her name. she loves toying at her clit while her long fingers rub against that one spot in you making you cum so many times. she really just loves the way you taste, never wants to stop, wants to stay between your thighs eating you out forever but! she wants to make sure her girl is all rested up for when she brings her strap out

im never on tumblr anymore i am sorry guys... IRL IF YOU SEE THIS LEAVE PLS DONT EVEN SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THIS

[ssapphic]

naughty.

[caitlin clark & paige bueckers x reader]

18+

—

“get off my cock” caitlin growls in a low tone. her fingertips dig into the skin of your hips, throwing you to the side of her.

you’ve been riding her for what’s felt like hours, her veiny hands glued to your ass, slamming you down on her thick silicone strap. every time you’ve come close to finishing, caitlin taunts you. she’ll still herself inside of you, staring up at you with those evil dark eyes. “what?” she smirks, you’re completely fucked out — and desperate for relief.

the tall blonde at the end of the bed sits up, “my turn, c?” awaiting the nod of approval from the brunette dom, paige’s piercing hazel eyes trail your body, hungry for the sweet milky seepage dripping out of your used hole.

“all yours” caitlin peers at paige as she watches from the other side of the bed, stroking her plastic dick. paige kisses your knees, sliding her lips down to your inner thigh.

paige is so soft, and sweet. the polar opposite of your other 6 foot girlfriend. caitlin is dirty, rough, relentless. especially after a loss or a hard practice, she’s coming home and absolutely ruining you. even if she’s in a good mood, she pounds into you until you’re drooling and crying.

your legs are trembling. paige’s tongue is your favorite way to cum. her kitten licks, the way her long fingers dip inside of you as your clit is submerged in her mouth. she’s a talker too, even with a face full of pussy. “mmm- you like that baby?” her once gentle gaze now dark and eager. you feel your tummy start to swarm with that warm feeling, and paige feels it too. your toes are curling, your eyes are squeezed shut, the pressure in your abdomen caused by the brunette is finally coming to a sweet release — until it’s not.

caitlin’s strong grip on your jaw snaps you out of your blissed out state. “wh-wha-” you mumble out, confused and needy, another orgasm denied. you look at paige, who is now buckling the strap to her waist.

“d’aww, you’d really think i’d let her finish what i started?” her voice is silky and smug.

before you can process what’s going on, caitlin’s on top of you, her knee pressed firm against your puffy bundle of nerves. her slender fingers slide to the back of your throat, “tell me what you want, and if i can’t understand you, you’re not gettin’ it.” you whine from beneath her, trying so hard to choke out your words.

“c’mon baby, speak. or else”

♡ authors note - first post yay :3 this is so self indulgent but idc. i was literally in the shower n couldn’t stop thinking abt this >_< if ur also in love with two basketball mascs, this is 4 u ♡ also i’m down to make a part 2 of this, just wanna see if it does well first hehe ♡

[caitlinbueckers]

fuck it.

caitlin clark x reader type beat

deadass this is just a mindless blurb but i CANNOT get shy yet cocky caitlin clark meeting a rivaling fan in an elevator outttt of my mind soooo enjoy (thanks @sellawrites for being my beta fr)

SLIGHT NSFW , DIALOGUE HEAVY , BULLSHIT RAMBLINGS

18+ regardless

it would come to you as a surprise. a shock, really.

it would feel almost too crazy to be true.

you don’t think you’re losing your mind or anything, which could be a super viable option if it wasn’t for the fact that you had just left the court, game fresh in mind, still wearing an oversized UCONN t-shirt, typing quickly at your phone to express your distaste with the win that IOWA just pulled over your favorite team.

the elevator doors open and close standardly— you hadn’t realized until you’d booked the hotel just how fucking busy it is, not taking into account that it was one of the nicer hotels in the city, elite only in the sense that it took a lot of fucking flight points to even book here, exclusivity aside.

it doesn’t register to you until you’re finished with an almost exaggeratedly dramatic description of the game to your friend, corner of your lips raising slightly only in jest of your words, that you manage to glance upwards, eyes flickering quickly from the back of the hooded figure, back down to your phone. well, that is, until your eyes flicker upwards again, remaining there with a studying gaze as you try to place just where the fuck you’ve seen that hoodie before, embarrassingly candid in your incessant stare—

until the figure turns, and your suspicion is confirmed, and it kinda fucking feels like karma, or maybe some sick joke from the universe that of course the hooded figure just somehow happens to be the very player that disrespected your team the most— caitlin clark.

you’re sort of gobsmacked, so it’s silent for a beat before caitlin, almost apologetically, rushes to speak.

“sorry, i just— i saw you looking, so—“

“no, no— that’s my bad, like- i just didn’t, um, realize that i like, recognize your hoodie…?” it sounds as painful as it is to say, and somehow caitlin, despite the looks of aggression, fierceness and fervor that she displays on the court, somehow melts into this weird, sort of embarrassed looking smile that makes something foreign tingle within you. it’s endearment, surely, but interest nonetheless.

“no, that’s okay— i wasn’t, like, complaining, or anything.” it’s only then that caitlin’s eyes flicker down to your tee, and suddenly, it feels a little fucking ironic. “did you make it to the game tonight?”

self consciously, your arms cross over your chest, attempting to cover the logo, but you find an awkward, sort of quiet chuckle bubble out of you, “i did,” and, because despite the fact her team sort of fucked over your favorite team, it doesn’t take away the respect you have for her because she is tough, so you even go on to say, “you played really fucking well, by the way.”

then, it’s your turn to be surprised again, because america’s hardest basketball player is fucking blushing in front of you, ducking her head like she isn’t six feet, practically demanding to be seen, and it makes you grin despite it, admiring that even now, in her claim to fame, she’s humble.

“dude, that’s- that means a lot to me, really. it was… super fucking close, but—“ she stops herself, right as the elevator dings for your floor, right as she remembers she’s talking to a person, not a conference room, and clears her throat a little. “it was… hard.” she says, and it feels so achingly honest that it makes you pause for a second, biting the inside of your cheek. “looked hard.” you remark, watching as the smile on her face returns, timid, but there nonetheless.

then, the elevator gives another warning ding, and you feel like a fucking idiot because the doors are open and you won’t just go, and leave it at that. because, when else do people just get chances to meet people like this?

the time on your phone reads 1:24 AM.

not like you had anything else to do, anyway.

“sorry, am i like— in the way…?” caitlin is almost overly apologetic as she stands aside, and you’re quick to shake your head, mostly because yeah, she sort of was in the way, but also, because you didn’t really wanna get off yet.

“no! you’re fine, um, i was just gonna suggest maybe we could, like, i dunno— grab a drink or something, y’know?”

jesus, you felt like an idiot as soon as the words are out, and you wince, eliciting a chuckle from both you and her.

you rush to explain, “sorry, that’s like— super fucking weird, i just like, fly out tomorrow morning so i just— wanted to offer, i guess?”

but for some reason, it’s mingled with the sound of caitlin’s quick reassurance, eyes wide almost as if to make sure she’s being understood, as she says, “no, no— that’s not weird, i don’t… have anything else to do, anyway.”

the answer, though only slightly backhanded, makes your lips twitch into a real smile, and you snort, shrugging a bit. “is it gonna ruin your reputation to drink at a hotel bar?”

she’s ruthless. a fighter. a winner.

she smiles again, and it’s soft, before she shakes her head, “what reputation?”

-

you both end up too fucking drunk— the bartender only a little starstruck as you both pretend under some unspoken agreement that caitlin’s name was totally debbie and she’d never heard of women’s basketball in her life. it’s stupid, and ridiculous, and somehow you want to think it’s too good to be true that one person can be so insanely talented, and somehow not be a piece of shit— caitlin seems to prove you wrong at every point.

“dude, fuckin’— god, kate’s gonna be pissed.” the words leave caitlin’s lips in a breath of laughter, the elevator shutting behind you as your hand presses to the wall for register, shoulder bumping against her arm due to the height discrepancy that isn’t totally still making something within you stir in awe.

kate martin. you’re aware of her team enough to identify who that must be, and for only half a second do you remember that this isn’t some chick you’d met at a hotel, this was caitlin fucking clark, and it fills you with a sense of astonishment, and then, weirdly, a surge of pride.

not for any posterity reasons, but because this absolute beast was fucking giggling and smiling and feverbright from the alcohol and you’re staring for way longer than you need to because, holy shit, why didn’t you realize how fucking pretty she was earlier?

“fuck it—“ you proclaimed, loopy and still a little too unsteady on your feet as you stumble, before her hand, long and firm, calloused and warm, flies out to grasp your shoulder, “my rooms like, fuckin’ empty, dude,”

she seems surprised, almost as much as you are that you’d even offered. “is that like—? are you like, sure?” and as if to make sure she has your attention, she pulls you to her, and your eyes flutter upwards, lips parted without a sound escaping because she’s looking down at you, her hair falling from its weakly tied ponytail, and she doesn’t realize that she’s holding you tight, but you can’t pull away because you don’t want to.

your response is immediate. “duh.”

she grins. your stomach flips, for the second time that night.

and really, truly, after that it should’ve been a lot more innocent. caitlin stumbles in and collapses on your bed, looking not even the slightest tired, but with a look on her face that makes you snicker out, “what?”

it escapes her in a breath of laughter, eyes lolling from the ceiling to you, standing almost idly beside the bed as your fingers caress the bedsheets, warm only from the presence of her body a few inches away.

“wish i could do this all the time.”

it makes you frown, but your lips are still upturned, giving her a look of amusement. “get drunk?”

her own hands are twiddling with each other, before she reaches up, caresses your arm with the subtlety of an elephant, tracing over the red lines she’d left on your bicep from the elevator. it makes you fucking shiver. “no, like— meet new people and stuff. just, talking to you is like— awesome, y’know…”

you don’t know, because you’re not a college athlete, but you nod anyway, leaning over her only slightly because the last vodka cranberry is settling nicely within you, and caitlin’s starting to grin, eyes hazy and cheeks pink, as you respond, soft and just for her, “consider this a prize then? winners trophy?”

she doesn’t answer, she just laughs and then she kisses you, uncoordinated and sloppy, nothing like how she is on the court, calculated and unwavering. like this, she’s loose, strong, but wobbly as she pulls you down over her, and it’s like a fucking sixth sense that you scramble atop of her, swinging a leg over her hips like you’ve done it a million times.

though, it’s more recognizable that she’s quick, her hands racing up your oversized shirt, thumbs hard as they press against your stomach, your ribcage, the lining of your bra.

she scoffs, soft and husky against your mouth, “take this shit off.” and it’s only then, that you remember cognizantly the UCONN shirt you’re wearing, and for some fucking reason, this sudden show of confidence, the liquor somehow fueling her, makes you blush.

“fuck off— “ you’re panting, but the shirt is tugged over your head regardless, a smirk on your face, “two point wonder.”

caitlin all but fucking growls, but she’s grinning, wolfish and proud, as she thumbs over your nipples, hard and pert through the lace as she presses her hips up against you, “two fuckin’— i’ll show you two fucking points.”

and she does.

maybe her post victory adrenaline had been surging, or maybe it was just all the beers she’d housed, but you’re surprised at her energy— which was stupid considering you were looking at a girl known for her endurance, her unlimited stamina.

but holy hell, she’d just rocked the fieldhouse for all it was worth— seemed like you were next on her agenda.

it’d be hard to recount all the details. you guys were drunk, and she was like a driving, pushing force— hands snuck down the front of your shorts, fingers impossibly dexterous as they curled into you, inducing every embarrassing and pitiful sound to rip from your throat, to breathe it into hers.

you probably wouldn’t remember her voice either, husky and low, gravelly with overuse, as she asks you, “hm? how’d i do tonight? tell me.” and in a sense, it’s fucking filthy. in another, it’s almost sort of sweet. the way she says it in your neck, the way she kisses you when you trip up to say, “good— so fucking good.” because neither of you are really talking about the game, and you both know it.

you pretend like you won’t remember the way she’s gone in the morning before you wake up, nothing but a warm reminder of her body on the haphazardly arranged bed, fixtures of the night surrounding you, like your littered clothes trailing off the bed, or your body under the sheets, like the pillow she’d used as leverage when she pressed open mouth kisses against the inside of your thigh, the way she’d taken you apart with her tongue and that’s all.

you do, however, remember the number she scrawls on a napkin, with an almost laughable signature that looks worlds away from her usual, coveted autograph.

instead of her looping cursive, a simple ‘cait’ sits scratched beside it, like she isn’t the award winning, competitively, aggressively ambitious beast that you used to know her as.

for now, it’s just caitlin.

[taurasiluvr]

how you can help palestine

★ req. "jealous/protective cc smut 🤧 if ur open to it..... thank you...... absolutely love your fics ☹️"

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. smut with a little plot, edging, jealousy sex, oral (r. giving), fingering (r. receiving), a little rough but of course some aftercare in the end.

"so what?" the words came out of your mouth before you could even process them ─ you were so pissed, you couldn't even think straight but you knew you fucked up once you'd seen caitlin's expression.

"so what?" she repeated, her face getting red with anger. "i told you i don't fuck with that guy and now you wanna hang out with him?"

you scoffed, looking back at your girlfriend with exasperation. "caitlin, we are hanging out in a group setting!"

"i don't give a flying fuck if there's a million people around, you are out of your mind if you think i'm letting you do that!" caitlin ran her hand through her hair, her frustration turning into anger really quickly.

"letting me? since when do you get to decide who i hang out with?" you shot back, your own anger flaring up.

caitlin's eyes narrowed, her jaw set in a hard line. "since you started choosing to hang out with someone who disrespects our relationship. do you even get how that makes me feel?"

you took a step closer, trying to keep your voice steady. "it's not like that, caitlin. he's just a part of the group, and avoiding him would be more awkward for everyone."

caitlin scoffed before she glared down at you, shaking her head. "if you wanna go to this party, i'm coming with you."

"fine," you huffed as you glared back up at her.

"fine." she spot back, looking at you expectantly. "go ahead," she gestured toward the door, grabbing her bag as you sighed dramatically.

now, if you knew what she had in mind when she'd suggested this, you weren't sure you would have left the house. after the guy had inevitably touched you the wrong way, caitlin had grabbed you and pulled you into the bathroom.

before you knew it, she had you bent over the sink as fucked into you harshly with her fingers. caitlin stood behind you, her hand over your mouth as she watched your every expression through the glass.

caitlin’s grip tightened as she fucked into you harder with her fingers, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through your body. her breath was hot against your ear, her eyes locked on yours in the mirror.

“you think you can just let him touch you like that?” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “you’re mine, in case you needed a reminder.”

you moaned against her hand, the sound muffled but filled with desperation. the intensity of her touch, the possessiveness in her voice, it all made you ache with a need you couldn’t control.

caitlin’s other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as she continued to thrust her fingers deep inside you. “look at you,” she demanded, her eyes blazing. “look at how you’re falling apart for me, just my fucking fingers.”

you forced your eyes to focus on the mirror, the sight of your flushed face and caitlin’s determined expression sending a shiver down your spine. she added another finger, stretching you further, making you gasp against her palm.

“you feel that?” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. “you think he could fuck you like this? fuck, no.”

you nodded frantically, your body trembling as she pushed you closer to the edge. the pressure building inside you was almost unbearable, and you knew you were close.

“caitlin, please,” you begged, your voice barely audible against her hand. “i needa—”

she cut you off with a rough thrust, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot. “you’ll cum when i say you can come,” she hissed, her eyes dark with lust and anger.

you whimpered, your legs shaking as you tried to hold on, your body on the brink of release. caitlin watched you intently, her grip on your mouth loosening just enough for you to breathe.

“say it,” she ordered, her voice soft but commanding. “say you’re mine.”

“’m yours,” you gasped, your body arching against her fingers. “only yours.”

a satisfied smile spread across her face as she increased her pace, her fingers moving faster and harder. “good girl,” she murmured. however, before you knew it, her fingers slipped out of you as you gasped.

oh no, was she really gonna do what you think she is?

“pull your pants up. you think i'm gonna let you cum after acting the way you did, at home?” she ordered, her voice cold and commanding.

you stared at her in disbelief, your body still trembling with unfulfilled desire. “wait cait, please,” you pleaded, your voice shaky. “’m sorry.”

“sorry isn’t enough,” she replied sharply. “you thought i was being dramatic, that i had no right to suspect that fucking loser, of wanting you.”

you bit your lip, your mind racing as you pulled your shorts back up, the friction against your sensitive skin almost unbearable. caitlin watched you, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and lust, her stance firm.

she stepped closer, her hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. “you’re going to follow me home, and once we get there, you’re going to do exactly what i say. got it?”

you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “yes, cait,” you whispered, feeling a mix of fear and excitement at her words.

without another word, she turned and headed out of the bathroom, leaving you to follow her. the drive home was tense, the silence in the car heavy with anticipation. when you finally arrived, caitlin wasted no time leading you inside, her grip on your wrist firm but not painful.

as soon as the door closed behind you, she pushed you against it, her lips crashing down on yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. you moaned into her mouth, your body responding eagerly despite the lingering frustration.

she pulled back, her eyes blazing with determination. “bedroom. now,” she commanded.

you hurried to obey, your legs shaking as you made your way to the bedroom. caitlin followed close behind, her presence a constant reminder of who was in control.

once inside, she motioned for you to sit on the edge of the bed. You did as you were told, watching her with wide eyes as she slowly removed her own clothes, her movements deliberate and teasing.

when she was finally naked, she walked over to you, her hands gently pushing you to lie back on the bed. she climbed on top of you, straddling your hips, her wet heat pressing against your still-clothed body.

“you wanna cum?” she asked, her voice soft but firm. “gonna to have to earn it if you want it so bad.”

you nodded frantically, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. “please, cait. i’ll do anything.”

she smirked, her hands sliding under your shirt, pushing it up to expose your breasts. “anything, hm?” she murmured, her fingers pinching your nipples, making you gasp.

“y-yes,” you moaned, arching into her touch. “anything.”

“good,” she said, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in her mouth, her tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. you cried out, your body writhing beneath her, desperate for more.

after a few torturous moments, she pulled back, her hands moving to unbutton your pants. she slid them down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed beneath her. “now, you’re going to show me just how sorry you are,” she said, her eyes dark with promise.

she shifted, positioning herself so that her wetness was just inches from your mouth. “make me feel good,” she commanded, her voice low and throaty.

you didn’t hesitate, your hands gripping her thighs as you pulled her closer, your tongue darting out to taste her. she moaned softly, her hands tangling in your hair as you licked and sucked, eager to please her.

caitlin’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against your mouth as she chased her own pleasure. you could feel the tension in her body, her muscles tightening as she neared her climax.

“don’t stop,” she panted, her voice breathless. “i’m so close.”

you redoubled your efforts, your tongue swirling and flicking over her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge. with a final cry, she came hard, her body shuddering above you as she rode out her orgasm.

when she finally came down, she moved off of you, her breath coming in heavy pants. she looked down at you, her eyes softening as she took in your flushed, eager expression.

“did well for me, baby,” she murmured, her hand gently caressing your cheek. “gonna make you feel so good.”

she moved between your legs, her fingers slipping back inside you, her touch firm and relentless. “cum for me,” she whispered, her voice soothing and commanding all at once.

this time, you didn’t hold back. with a few more strokes, you were coming hard around her fingers, your cries filling the room as you finally found your release.

“oh fu-fuck,” you cried out as you gripped the sheets beneath you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks.

caitlin held you close, her fingers slowing but not stopping until you had ridden out every wave of pleasure. she pulled you into her arms, her lips pressing gentle kisses to your forehead.

“i love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. “and i’m here to make sure you never forget that.”

you snuggled into her embrace, feeling safe and loved. “i love you too, cait,” you murmured, your heart full. “always.”

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[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: driver, roll up the partition please! — limo sex w loml cc!

warning(s): 18+/nsfw, strap, riding, nipple sucking, clit play, cait is lit the most encouraging girlfriend. word count: 412. Author Note: the clark cravings have been SO intense, i am actually in-love with cait & she is my wife but there's barely good smut fics of her so girly had to come out of hiatus and find this in the vault #cclover4L

"Bounce on it, pretty girl," she whispered against your neck, her long fingers teasing your sensitive clit, driving you wild.

Driving you indeed is Cait's personal driver, who has rolled up the partition at Cait's discreet request. You already know that means to settle on her expansive lap, perfectly shaped and just for you.

You're straddling her, her strap buried snugly in your cunt, little dress hiked up around your waist, and her breath hot against your neck, marking you up so nobody else thinks about how hot you are and tries to get with you tonight at the event. "Too much, C—I-I—fuck..!" you gasp, faltering into her arms as Caitlin hugs you tightly, her hips thrusting into your aching cunt—filling you thoroughly.

"What’d I tell you, baby?" she breathes, thrusts growing more urgent and insistent as she leans closer, "Hm?"

"I can do anything I put my mind to," you reply with determination.

"Good girl... you fuckin' love it when I call you that, right?" she murmurs, and you nod, eager to kiss her as a thank you—Cait teaches you to always show your gratitude. She pulls away, eyes sparkling with a question. "Can you do something for me, babe?"

You nod in agreement. "Can you cum for me? Can you put your mind to that?"

You tilt your face up. "Yeah, I—I wanna give you my cum, Cait, keep fucking me," you plead breathlessly.

She clutches your waist with her big hands, pulling you down hard like a fucktoy. "Like that, princess? Wanna tell me what you're gonna do on my dick?"

Your hands clench her button-down shirt, and within seconds, it's peeled down accidentally to reveal her tits, firm and inviting. You lean forward to lick at them. "I'm gonna cum, Caity..."

"On what, baby, on what? Tell me, gorgeous, c'mon, I wanna hear it." she moans softly, her eyes focalled in on the sight of your tongue pleasing her, both of you neglecting the thought of your driver.

"O-on you—on your dick."

You gasp, and her hands slide back down to your ass, gripping it firmly as she bounces you. "Do it, then."

You do, body shuddering and moans silenced by your mouth against her tits, trembling and sucking uncontrollably. You're almost scrambling to get off her, overstimulated, but Cait is quick to pull you back down, her voice low and steady, "It's a long drive."

And subsequently, it seems it's going to be an even longer ride. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: please tell me you understood the "longer ride" LMAO, i love my cheeky lil endings i think it rly makes this blog THIS blog yk? speaking of this blog, thank you for 1.2k?! i promise u i was lit just doing this for fun i can't believe yall mfs rly care but ty anyway <33!! inbox me, message me, reply idk i like to force y'all to interact w me lol. bye!

[kaelaheartsyou]

literally what jb said...

[spellboundstarlet]

ALL FOR HER — CAITLIN CLARK X READER.

warnings: strap on , cait making reader touch herself as she watches , fingering , kind of mean caitlin (my fav) , caitlin eating r! out , praise , petnames (ma, mama, baby, good girl, and more) , teasing , this is better viewed in dark mode.

word count: 1,047 words.

it'd been a bad game for fever. your girlfriend felt as if she'd made them lose, even if you'd reassured her it was not her fault. "you don't get it! it was game point. i missed my shot". when the two of you got home, you thought you would be in for it. it had become a normal thing for caitlin to let her post-game anger out on you. normally by now, your face would be shoved into a pillow as the brunette plowed into you from behind so hard you thought she'd split you in half. but tonight was different.

the second you entered your shared bedroom, the girl had that look in her eyes, the same one she usually got before she fucked you dumb. caitlin smirked at you, her dimples showing, as she pulled down your shorts and panties. her fingers found your inner thigh, teasing closer and closer to your exposed cunt. she shakes her head at you, "so wet already, hm?" she asks. "you gonna take that shirt off f'me too, baby?"

you removed you shirt immediately after the question left her lips, leaving you in your laciest bra, all for caitlin. she loved you like this.. so obedient, so eager to please. the brown eye girl tutted at you, "hmmm, you want me to help you out.. yeah?" she asks, and you nod. the combination of the cold air hitting your skin, and her warm hands running up and down your thighs had you begging her to do something. "well that's to bad, mama.. i'm gonna watch you get off, got it?" wanting to remain "good" for her, you tried to not show your disapproval, but the sad pout on your face showed it all. "show me you deserve it and i can help you".

caitlin sat back on your desk chair, while you sat on the edge of the bed facing her. your fingers rubbed soft circles on your clit, soft whimpers leaving your mouth. gaining confidence, you slipped one finger in. caitlin's eyes met yours as you pumped your middle finger in and out of yourself, all for her. your fingers were nowhere near as long as your girlfriends, meaning they didn't reach the right spots.. and caitlin knew it.

needing more, and knowing you weren't allowed to touch your girlfriend, you added another finger and circled your clit with your other hand. the knot in your stomach dared to snap. cait's eyes never left yours. she sat manspread, with a small smirk on her face.. irresistible. "caitlin, please.." you begged. she seemed to listen, standing up and sitting beside your nearly naked body as you plunged your fingers into yourself at a steady pace.

"think you deserve it?" she asked knowing you did, moving her hand up to cup your breast and squeeze it slightly. your orgasm was approaching quickly, her being next to you making you that much more wet. caitlin's other hand moved down to find your own. as she removed your fingers, she replaced them with two of her own.. a vast difference than what you'd felt before. she was relentless, fingerfucking you fast, the room filled with squelching sounds as her fingers hit the gummy spot inside of you.

"cait... cait!" you screamed out as the band snapped, her fingers slowing down inside of you as you released on her hand. as you panted, trying to catch your breath, she removed her fingers which elicited a sigh from you. "did s'good for me, baby.. so good." caitlin cooed at you as you snuggled impossibly close to her, coming down from your high. "think you can give me a couple more??"

the girl layed you back down, leaving you still completely exposed in front of her. caitlin wasted no time in diving between your legs, her tongue flicking and lapping at your throbbing clit. all that could be heard as she worked you with her mouth was your loud moans. you could feel her smirking against your skin, she knew just how crazy she had been driving you up until this point. her fingers slipped inside of you, curling and hitting that perfect spot. your girlfriend pushed you closer and closer to the edge until you were simply a quivering mess beneath her.

just as caitlin was bringing you to your second orgasm of the night, she pulled away from her spot between your thighs with the same smirk from earlier. "not yet, baby," she whispered huskily, before climbing on top of you and kissing her neck. the feeling of the kisses on your neck made you nearly forget how close she'd just brought you to the brink of letting go. it was overwhelming.

after getting up and disappearing into the bathroom, she returned a few minutes later with her strap already in place. just the sight of your girlfriend like this had you a ready for more.

"you all ready for me, baby?" she said, making you even more wet. the brunette above you teased your hole with the head of the strap, causing you to whimper once again. this time, fully pushing in, your hands reached for her bicep and dug your nails into it. your girlfriend thrusted, her dark eyes watching as the silicone disappeared in and out of you creating the perfect bulge in your lower stomach. caitlin pressed soft kisses on your forehead, pushing the hair stuck to it away and wishing she could take a picture of how fucked out you looked in this moment.

knowing you were close, based on the sounds coming from your mouth, and your impossible grip on her arm, caitlin’s thrusts slowed down. “did so good.. so perfect baby. so pretty like this.” she whispered as she brought you closer and closer. “all for you, cait. all for you.”

soon enough, you held onto the girl tightly as your orgasm rippled through you.

after care with caitlin was perfect, she’d hold you close in the shower, then practically rock you to sleep while still praising you. “my good girl, yeah?” she’d whisper, too tired to speak, you’d only nod against her chest. within minutes you were passed out, and she wouldn’t even dare go to bed before she knew you were comfortable and asleep.

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[pbueckerslover]

YOU WANNA GUESS THE COLOR OF MY UNDERWEAR - CAITLIN CLARK

a/n: not proofread !! i suggest listening to the song while reading billie’s voice makes me go feral 😮‍💨😮‍💨

pairing(s): caitlin clark x female!reader

warnings: language, smut, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), strap on use, pure filth honestly

summary: based on this request! 𐙚

don’t have to guess the color of your underwear

already know what you got goin’ on down there

you and caitlin have been dating for a little over a year now. the two of you were currently out at dinner with a couple of her teammates celebrating a big win. she was sitting right next to you and she had been extra clingy with you all night. you weren’t exactly sure why but you weren’t complaining.

it’s that lacy black pair with the little bows

the ones i picked out for you in tokyo

earlier that night when you were getting ready you slipped on a matching set that you knew caitlin loved. the bra was black and lacy while the underwear were also black and lacy but had little black bows on either side.

she picked it out for you when on your guys’ previous trip to japan. the minute she saw it she knew it would be perfect for you. the first time she saw it actually on you she swore she fell in love with you all over again.

whenever you wore it, it absolutely drove her crazy and you knew that. so you put it on with the intention of hoping she would notice sometime throughout the night. and little did you know that’s exactly why she couldn’t keep her hands off of you the whole night.

i saw them when you sat down, they were peekin’ out

i’m gonna tell you right now, they’re all i’m thinkin’ about

at some point during the dinner you noticed her staring down at your back. you could tell that your skirt had slipped down a little and your underwear were starting to peek out.

you saw her shift uncomfortably and gulp slightly. “you ok cait?” you heard kate ask and she just nodded. she was not okay. all that she could think about was those fucking underwear and the fact that she could see the little bows creeping out.

all she wanted to do was grab you and pull you into the nearest bathroom. she sat there trying to keep herself cool. trying to think about literally anything else. but she just couldn’t help herself. she could practically feel herself getting wet at just the thought of you.

you knew exactly what was going on with her, so you decided you wanted to tease her a little bit. you moved your skirt a little so your underwear became even more exposed than before. you turned yourself so only she could see what you were doing.

you moved so close to her that you were basically on her lap at this point. no one else seemed to notice, too caught up in their own conversations to be paying any attention.

she knew exactly what you were doing and she simply couldn’t take it anymore. “hey guys i think me and y/n are gonna head out. i’m not feeling too good.” she told her teammates.

“oh okay. feel better cait.” hannah said smiling at the two of you. you all said your goodbyes before caitlin was practically pulling you out of the restaurant.

once you had may your way out, you started making your way home. she didn’t say a word to you the entire way home. you were confused by her sudden change of behavior but tried not to question it too much.

once you had arrived back to your shared apartment, caitlin was already leaning into you before you even got the door open.

i wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it

pull it to the side, and get all up in it

she picked you up and carried you over to the bed, setting you down gently. she climbed on top of you while tugging on your top. “want this off.” she whispered, sending shivers through your whole body.

you did as she said, removing your shirt which revealed the top half of the set she loved so much. she smirked at you before placing kisses to your chest and boobs. you moaned out as she started to move lower, trailing more kisses on your stomach.

she took of your skirt, finally leaving you in the full thing. she was practically drooling at the sight of you. she tugged on your underwear with her teeth causing you to let out another moan. she took one hand to pull them to the side while using the other to rub your clit.

she replaced her fingers with her mouth moving her tongue across your folds. your moans filled the room causing her to smirk at you once again. “fuck! baby feels so fucking good!” you yelled out.

she moved her tongue faster inside your hole while simultaneously using her fingers to rub your clit. you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax. you moved your hands to her hair tugging on it as she continued pleasuring you.

“want you to cum all over my tongue baby.” she said while looking up at you. the look she gave you was just enough to send you over the edge. once again, you did exactly what she said, your release landing all over her tongue.

she stood up and disappeared for a quick second before returning with the strap she had used on you one too many times before. you smiled at the sight of her undressing herself and putting it on.

kiss it, ride it, can i fit it?

she made her way back over to you returning to her spot on the bed. “you were such a naughty girl tonight. teasing me with these god damn underwear.” she snarled. “in front of all my friends…” she grabbed onto them before slowly removing them, revealing your pretty pussy.

she lined her tip up with your entrance, slamming into you with no warning. your moans became louder as she thrusted into you. “gonna have to fuck some sense into you huh?” she growled while grabbing onto your hips attempting to guide herself.

you dug your nails into her back holding onto her as she continued fucking you. “shit it’s too much cait… can’t take it.” you mumbled the pleasure starting to become too much for you to bare.

“nuh uh, i know you can take it baby.” she said fucking herself into you harder. “see just like that. good girl.” she whispered into your ear. you could tell you were close yet again and she could too. that was her sign to thrust into you one last time before you came all over her cock.

she pulled herself out of you and then proceeded to clean the two of you up. she climbed back into bed with you and pulled you closer to her. “god i love you so much.” she whispered before laying her head on your shoulder.

“i love you more cait..” you replied while positioning yourself to be more comfortable.

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[k8martins]

்⋆ summary —୨୧ just a little blurb of cc dealing with u after being jealous all night :p

்⋆ warnings —୨୧ smut w/o a plot, strap, reader receiving

caitlin had denied your orgasm more than twice now. the pace of her strap pounding in and out of you matched her frustration after multiple people attempted to flirt with you at the bar, apparently not seeing your over protective girlfriend by your side. every time someone talked to you, she held you closer and shamelessly touched you in areas no one else should’ve seen.

her jealousy remained even while she kept you on your back so you could see each others faces. caitlin relentlessly pushed all of the inches into you with no room to spare, filling you up completely. your strained voice moaned every time the plastic toy reached the top of your capacity.

“caitttt please-“

“nuh uh baby, hold it.”

you restlessly squirmed as cc snapped her hips faster. the coil in your stomach became tighter as she moved her hand to your lower stomach, pushing down on just the right spot. the pressure mixed with the thick strap was becoming too much, the tears beginning to form.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” caitlin growled, “all mine.”

her cocky comments did not help. you arched your back and clutched the sheets beneath you. gasping for breath, you could feel yourself coming closer to your sweet release.

just as you were about to beg her not to stop, caitlin was already ahead of you, knowing exactly when you were close to letting go. at this, she promptly pulled out of your aching pussy, leaving you to clench around nothing.

the sudden emptiness made you frown. you mindlessly closed your legs tightly together, rolling onto your side. the sensation of another orgasm lost made you let out a particularly whiny moan.

“poor girl,” caitlin cooed, “you should’ve turned those people away,” and she pushed your shoulder so that you were now on your stomach.

“think you can take some more, pretty girl?” caitlin breathlessly asked, staring at your backside. although you were already fucked out with your legs shaking, you nodded vigorously.

“you sure?”

you began to squirm without feeling caitlin inside you. slightly rutting your hips into the bed, you brought your hand down to your swollen clit in attempt to be relieved. almost instantly, caitlin tore your wrist away and lifted your hips from the bed.

she grabbed at your ass before pushing into your pussy slowly. the way the strap stretched you out made you quietly whine. this time her pace was agonizingly slow, and she leaned over your back to whisper in your ear.

“i promise you’ll get what you want, princess. just a little longer.”

whimpering at the slow pace, she smirked and leaned back up to gently grasp at your hair. it was going to be a long night.

[goldfades]

★ ALWAYS AN ANGEL, NEVER A GOD ─── CC²² (part 1/2)

❪ requested -> "Can you write something about cc and reader being enemies and hating eachother. but they are on two different teams so they play against eachother and something happens during one of their games and they take their hate out on eachother with smut?" ❫

─ warnings | lots of sexual tension (no smut, yet) slightly angst, reader is on LSU, singular kiss, trash talking, drinking, nothing else

─ ev's notes | okay so i'm not a super LSU fan, i just rly love hailey and angel so those are the only girls included in the fic LMAOOO, anyway. enjoy this heavy ass fic!

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You couldn't stand Caitlin Clark.

Now, you couldn't really remember when this dislike had began. Ever since you laid on eyes on taller brunette, you hated how cocky she was. It wasn't just her cockiness that rubbed you the wrong way; it was the way she seemed to effortlessly outshine everyone around her, both on and off the court.

You watched as she dominated every game, her skills unparalleled, her talent undeniable. It felt like she was born to be a star, while you struggled to keep up. And while her talent was undeniable, it was her attitude that really got under your skin. She seemed to revel in her superiority, never missing an opportunity to remind everyone just how good she was.

But perhaps what bothered you most was the fact that despite your best efforts, you couldn't seem to escape her shadow. No matter how hard you worked, no matter how much you improved, you were always just one step behind her. It was frustrating, infuriating even, to constantly be compared to someone who seemed so effortlessly perfect.

Well ─ at least, in your eyes. You were still one of the best players in the entire nation, however you were always second best to Princess Caitlin Clark. You'd been the second best prospect in your year, trailing behind her like a persistent shadow. And it wasn't just the comparisons that irked you; it was the constant reminder of your perceived inadequacy, the feeling of always being in her shadow.

You couldn't shake the resentment that bubbled within you every time Caitlin strutted onto the court, her aura of invincibility following her like a shadow. She thrived on the attention, basking in the adoration of fans and teammates alike. Meanwhile, you fought tooth and nail for every scrap of recognition, every ounce of respect that always seemed just out of reach.

That was, until the 2023 NCAA championship.

LSU versus Iowa ─ the most anticipated game of the season, who will take the W? It was the showdown everyone had been waiting for, the clash of titans to determine who would claim the coveted crown of college basketball supremacy.

And at the center of it all were you and Caitlin, two fierce competitors locked in a battle for glory.

You had chugged your redbull and strutted out on the court like you owned it, your eyes landing on the taller brunette who's eyes were already on you. In that moment, you knew that this game would be about more than just basketball; it would be a battle of wills, a clash of titans vying for supremacy. The tension in the air was palpable, so thick you could almost reach out and touch it.

The media frenzy surrounding the game only added to the pressure, with reporters clamoring for every tidbit of insight from both you and Caitlin. It was the clash of the season, the matchup everyone had been waiting for, and neither of you were about to disappoint.

Everyone felt the tension, the energy crackling in the air like electricity. The media never missed a chance to ask you or Caitlin about it, hyping up the matchup as the game. And as you stood there, facing off against Caitlin across the court, you knew that this was your chance to finally prove yourself, to silence the doubters and cement your legacy once and for all.

"Don't worry, Y/N," Hailey's voice echoed from behind you, you felt her hand your shoulder. "You'll end up winning this. You've trained too hard for anything else."

You nodded, taking in a deep breath to steady your nerves. Even your teammates knew the deep-rooted history with the brunette. It wasn't just about LSU versus Iowa; it was about L/N versus Clark, a battle for supremacy that had captured the attention of fans and media alike.

As the referee signaled the start of the game, you focused all your attention on the task at hand. Caitlin stood across from you, a worthy adversary with a reputation to match. But you were ready, mentally and physically prepared to give it everything you had.

You were tasked to guard her and you weren't planning on letting her get an inch of space. Every move she made, every dribble, every feint, you were right there, anticipating her next move with razor-sharp focus. You could feel the intensity of her gaze, the determination in her eyes as she tried to outmaneuver you.

With each passing minute, you could see the frustration building in Caitlin's dark eyes, the realization dawning that you had expanded your skill set since the last time you'd met. And as the game wore on, you refused to let up, hounding her relentlessly from one end of the court to the other.

Then suddenly with 4 seconds on the clock before halftime, you saw your chance to prove your superiority. With speed, you intercepted one of Caitlin's passes, turning defense into offense in the blink of an eye. With a burst of speed, you drove towards the basket, leaving Caitlin in your wake as you soared through the air for an emphatic dunk.

In that moment, you knew that you had won more than just a single play ─ you had won a psychological battle, proving to Caitlin and everyone watching that you were more than just her equal.

Your teammates surrounded you but the cheers into background as Caitlin gazed at you, her usual determination into pure rage. But instead of feeling intimidated, a sense of satisfaction washed over you, a knowing smile playing at your lips.

You had waited for this moment, trained for it, dreamed about it. And now, as you looked into Caitlin's eyes, you could see the realization dawning on her ─ that you were not just her rival, but her equal, maybe even her superior. She wasn't unguardable, you'd just proven everyone wrong and Caitlin herself was forced to acknowledge it.

"The fuck are you smiling for?" Her words came out harsh as she walked toward you, letting her frustration get the best of her. You met her gaze head-on, unflinching despite the intensity of her glare ─ you felt your smile grow as laughter built up in your stomach, looking up at the brunette.

You couldn't resist a smirk at Caitlin's question, relishing the opportunity to get under her skin just a little more. "Because I just showed the world what real talent looks like," you shot back, your tone dripping with amusement. "Looks like being second best suits you, Caitlin."

Her jaw clenched, and for a moment, it seemed like she might lash out until her teammate put her hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, well, don't get too cocky," she muttered, her voice tinged with anger. "This isn't over, Y/N. I'll be back, and next time, I won't go easy on you."

You shrugged, undeterred by her threat. "Bring it on, Princess," you challenged, your smirk widening into a full-blown grin. "I'll be waiting ─ and smiling ─ for round two."

"Princess? You've gotta be kidding, who do the fuck do you think─" Caitlin cut herself off with a bitter laugh, shaking her head. She ignored your quip as she walked away, making sure to hit your shoulder as she walked away.

Before you could relish in the moment any longer, you felt Angel's hands on your shoulders as you met her gaze. You squealed in excitement as you both walked off the court toward your team.

The game continued after halftime, each possession a testament to your skill and determination. But no matter how hard Caitlin fought, she couldn't shake the knowledge that you had bested her, not just physically, but mentally as well.

And when the final buzzer sounded, signaling your LSU's victory, you knew that you had achieved more than just a win. You had proven yourself on the biggest stage, against the toughest competition, and emerged victorious.

As you celebrated with your teammates, the realization sunk in that this victory wasn't just about winning a game; it was about overcoming years of doubt and frustration, about proving to yourself and the world that you were capable of achieving greatness.

──

"Caitlin, tough loss out there tonight. How are you feeling after such a close game?" A reporter asked, their voice sympathetic.

Caitlin took a moment to collect her thoughts, her mind still buzzing with the intensity of the game. "Yeah, it's definitely disappointing to come up short like that," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "We gave it our all out there, but sometimes things just don't go your way."

But it was the next question that made Caitlin's stomach twist with unease. "Your matchup with Y/N was one of the most anticipated of the season. What was it like going head-to-head with her?"

She hesitated, knowing that whatever she said next would be scrutinized. "Y/N is a talented player, no doubt about it. I've known her for a while, we've played on the same team at some point," Caitlin answered carefully, her words measured. "She brought her A-game tonight, and it made for a tough battle on the court."

The tension in the room seemed to ratchet up a notch as another reporter pressed on. "There seemed to be some tension between you two out there. Can you speak to that?"

Caitlin's jaw tensed momentarily before she forced herself to relax. "Y/N and I have a history, for sure," she replied, her tone diplomatic. "But at the end of the day, it's just competition. We both want to win, and sometimes that can lead to some heated moments on the court. I don't hate her," she paused as she sighed. "She's a good player, props to her. She proved I'm not unguardable,"

Caitlin forced a smile as the reporters laughed, nodding. But it was the final question that caught Caitlin off guard, prompting a genuine, knowing smile to tug at the corners of her lips. "Do you think this game marks the end of your rivalry with Y/N?"

She paused, considering her response carefully. "No, ma'am. It's far from over, I haven't been beat yet,"

The reporters laughed again but she was dead serious. She couldn't wait until next year, she knew LSU would make it to the finals ─ and she'd finally prove to you once and for all, she is number one.

──

"It felt more like sexual tension to me, that's just me though," Hailey spoke up as she swirled her straw in her drink.

Hailey's remark caught you off guard, and you shot her a sharp glare, a mixture of surprise and annoyance flickering in your eyes. But before you could respond, she quickly held her hands up in defense, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger," she quipped, her tone light despite the tension in the air. "I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking. You should look at twitter. Actually, not right now ─ you're not gonna like it,"

"What do you mean?" You sent the blonde another look as she gave you a thin-lipped smile, shrugging.

Hailey gave you a thin-lipped smile, shrugging nonchalantly. "Just saying, you might want to avoid social media for a little while,"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why? What's going on?" you pressed, your patience wearing thin.

But before Hailey could respond, Angel interrupted, clapping you on the back and dragging you into a group huddle to celebrate the victory. As the cheers and laughter filled the air, you couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance that had settled in the pit of your stomach.

"Wait, wait, I have my film camera upstairs!" You shouted as the team let out a chorus of groans.

"Go get it!"

You grabbed your purse and ran up to the elevator. As you rode the elevator up to your room, your mind raced with thoughts of the game, the victory, and the impending celebration. You were texting your parents, not looking where you were going until you someone stopped you in your tracks, putting their hands on your shoulders.

You looked up to meet Caitlin's dark eyes, your excitement turning into annoyance. Her gaze was intense, and you could feel the weight of her stare boring into you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the tension thick between you like a tangible force.

"Watch where you're going, you almost bumped into me," her voice was hoarse as your lips turned to a frown.

"Well I didn't," your eyes flickered to her hands, who were still lingering on your shoulders. You caught her gaze as she cleared her throat before slowly withdrawing them.

Neither of you moved, daring the other to break the tense silence that hung heavy in the air. The weight of Caitlin's stare bore into you, her dark eyes searching for something you couldn't quite name. Your own gaze remained locked with hers, a silent challenge passing between you.

"I don't get why you're being a bitch," her words came out soft but there was an edge to them. She didn't look like her usual self, she didn't give off the same energy she did on the court.

"What do you mean?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "It isn't about you, Caitlin. It's about winning and being a bitch is kinda part of the package,"

"No, I don't mean tonight. You always act like I'm the worst person alive, even when we played together. On the court, we were fine and then you didn't wanna talk to me after," Caitlin said, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Yeah, cause not everyone wants to be friends with you, Caitlin," you shot back as her hurt turned into annoyance.

"Yeah but we played well together, and if you'd committed to Iowa, like you said you would we would have been unstoppable," Caitlin's voice grew louder as she furrowed her eyebrows.

You scoffed. "Then I would've committed to a four years of being second to you, like I did All Iowa Attack. Plus I would have if you'd gone to UConn, like you said you would,"

"God, what is your obsession and being second to me!" Her frustration finally boiled over, her voice rising in anger as she locked eyes with you. "You're not even second to me. We're just good at different things and I get a little more recognition than you. Jesus Christ, you're so self-obsessed, not everything is about you."

"No, Caitlin, it's not about being self-obsessed," you shot back, your voice rising to match her intensity. "It's about feeling like I'm always playing second to you, no matter how hard I try."

Caitlin's eyes flashed with frustration, her jaw set in a stubborn line. "And what, you think I enjoy always being the one in the spotlight?" she retorted, her voice tinged with bitterness. "It's not as fun as you think, Y/N. All that recognition comes with its own set of pressures and expectations."

You scoffed, the anger bubbling up inside you. "Oh, cry me a river, Caitlin," you spat, the resentment clear in your tone. "At least you get the recognition. At least people know who you are."

"People know who you are too!" Caitlin's nostrils flared as she took a step closer, her gaze piercing into yours. You didn't even know how close she was until you could feel her body warmth radiating off of her as she looked down at you.

"Yeah, as the sidekick," you shot back, refusing to back down despite the proximity. "Always in your shadow, always second best."

Caitlin's jaw clenched, her frustration palpable as she fought to maintain her composure. "You think I don't know what it's like to feel overshadowed?" she snapped, her voice strained with emotion. "You think I don't feel the pressure to live up to everyone's expectations?"

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Please, Caitlin," you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "You love the attention. You thrive on it."

Caitlin's gaze bore into yours, her eyes dark with intensity as she took a step closer, the space between you narrowing until there was barely a breath of air separating you. You could feel the heat radiating off her body, her proximity sending a shiver down your spine.

"Is that what you think?" she murmured, her voice low and husky, a hint of something unfamiliar dancing in her eyes. "That I love the attention?"

You swallowed hard, the heat of her gaze searing into your skin, igniting something unfamiliar within you. "Isn't it?" you shot back, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't like this new attitude, Y/N. I liked it better when used to you shut up and and take the heat," Caitlin interjected, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place.

Your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of Caitlin's words sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. There was something different about her now, something raw that left you both exhilarated and irritated.

"I'm not the one who can't handle a little competition," you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you met Caitlin's gaze head-on.

Caitlin's jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with anger as she took another step closer, the heat of her body enveloping you in a cloud of desire. "And I'm not the one who needs to prove myself at every turn," she shot back, her voice low and dangerous.

"You're a bitch," you felt breathless as her gaze bore into yours.

"Yeah? Am I?" Her lips quirked into a smirk as she took in your appearance. You were always pretty, everyone knew it ─ people underestimated you, she sure had until tonight.

She wasn't dumb ─ she saw the way you looked at her and underneath all that hatred, she knew that you just wanted a little attention from her. Even after she'd committed to Iowa and you'd committed to LSU, Caitlin could see the way your gaze lingered on her more than it should have.

You felt a rush of heat rise to your cheeks at the intensity of her gaze, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. Despite the anger and frustration bubbling beneath the surface, there was something undeniably exhilarating about the way Caitlin looked at you, as if she could see right through to your soul.

"Damn right you are," you shot back, your voice tinged with defiance as you met her gaze head-on.

Caitlin's smirk widened, a glint of something dangerous flickering in her eyes as she closed the distance between you, her body inches away from yours.

"And you love it," she murmured, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, Caitlin's lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless, the heat of her touch igniting a fire deep within you.

She pressed her lips against yours harshly and the two of you momentarily decided to forget how you two were in the hotel hallway, where anyone could step out and see this scene unfolding.

"Oh fuck," you moaned into the kiss as she pressed closer, your words muffled against her lips.

But Caitlin didn't seem to care about the risk of being caught, her hands roaming freely over your body as she deepened the kiss, her touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both.

You melted into her embrace, your mind clouded with desire as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment. For a fleeting instant, nothing else mattered ─ not the rivalry, not the consequences, nothing but the intoxicating passion that pulsed between you and Caitlin.

Caitlin pulled away harshly, a desperate whimper coming out of your lips as she glared down at you. She licked her lips as she let go of you, your face contorting into annoyance. Was she teasing you?

"What the hell, Cait?" you demanded, your voice laced with a mixture of irritation and longing. "Why'd you stop?"

Caitlin's gaze bore into yours, intense and unreadable, as she licked her lips with a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver down your spine. There was a hunger in her eyes, a primal desire that mirrored your own, yet something held her back, a barrier between you that neither of you seemed willing to breach.

"I'm not fucking you until we win," she replied, her voice low and husky, the words a mere whisper against the charged silence that enveloped you both. "Until I get the trophy, until your team loses."

"So you're gonna wait a whole year?" You scoffed, incredulity lacing your tone as you struggled to comprehend Caitlin's reasoning. The idea of waiting seemed absurd, especially in the midst of the intense desire that pulsed between you. "Well good luck, cause we're not going to."

"Yeah, and until you cut the fucking attitude. It doesn't suit you, Y/N." Caitlin's words were sharp, a harsh reminder of the tension that simmered beneath the surface of your interactions.

"Fuck you," you scoffed as she smirked. She just shook her head as she walked away, leaving you alone and so desperately needy.

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[pbnbucks]

Smut request: The reader wearing a t shirt and skirt while CC’s on top using the strap. So pretty much a clothes on quickie

word count : 351

warnings : smut, cussing, clothes on quickie

summary : you where trying to go to lexie’s birthday party but caitlin wanted a taste of you before you guys left

“so,so pretty baby” she coos as she pounds relentlessly into your sopping cunt.

you’re supposed to be at lexie’s birthday party in 20 minutes but the taller girl begged and begged for you to let her sneak in a quickie before you guys left.

“im going to rip this fucking skirt off you if it gets in my way one more time” she whines starting to get frustrated as your skirt continues to slip down in the area that she’s desperate to use.

you grab her hand in yours putting it on you stomach where you feel her strap hitting you most as she feels it hitting her hand she lets out a muffled laugh leaning down to kiss you.

“your so fucking pretty like this” your arch your chest into caitlins body sneaking kisses down your neck “makes me want to say fuck lexie so fucking bad” she whines lazily bringing her hand to cuff it around your neck not squeezing you hard but just enough to establish dominance between you two.

“caitlin im’gonna cum” you coo as her relentless thrust begin to burn in pleasure as the knot in your stomach begins to collapse.

“oh yea your gonna cum? cum all over my cock like a good girl” she begs as your liquids begin to spill all on the strap along with the kitchen island that you where being relentlessly fucked on.

she pulls out earning a sigh from you as the cold surface on your back leaves a moan escaping from your lips.

she grabs a paper towel wetting it as she cleans you up along with the kitchen island as she sets you down on the ground fixing your dress, as you grab you purse walking to the door all you hear is caitlin’s obnoxious laughs echoing through the apartment when you soon realize what she was laughing at.

“caitlin!” you yell which practically comes out as a whimper, as you where now walking with a limo from the assault she just held with you guts 5 minutes ago. “you enjoyed it just as much as i did cupcake”

[heart4caitlin]

*nsfw*

thinking about caitlin eating you out after losing a game…

she hasn’t been in the right mindset all day and she just wants to let go. and by that i mean eating you out until you’re crying. literally.

she has her hands pushing your thighs against the bed as she laps at your cunt.. you’ve came at least 3 times already but that’s not enough for caitlin. she NEEDS more.

she’s slowly thrusting her two fingers inside of you, constantly pushing against your g spot as she sucks on your clit, your clit throbbing in her mouth as your head is thrown back in the pillows.

“c-caitlin..!” you’re pushing against her head as gasps and moans fall from your mouth. she comes up just for a second to whisper, “shh, it’s okay, baby… just give me one more..” she pants out as she stares up to your face, your eyes squeezed shut with a few droplets of tears against your cheek. she presses a soft kiss to your thigh before closing her eyes and sucking your clit back into her mouth, a sob falling from you.

“just one more, baby… promise.”

𓆩♡𓆪

yeah… send in tiny blurb ideas in yall want…😖

[ophelisstuff]

GOODLUCK CHARM | P.B x C.C x Reader

authors note : first smut ever written! Had to channel my inner freak for this one LMAO. lmk how y’all like this and feel free to request more

requested by : anon

summery : Caitlin Clark and Paige Bueckers have a little fun with their girlfriend before the Iowa vs Uconn basketball game.

word count : 1.2k

warnings : sexual themes, cursing, degrading, slightly mean Caitlin, mention of straps, mentions of uconn vs iowa 😔.

“Strip.” Caitlin demanded, startling you as she stormed into the hotel room with Paige following close behind her.

Their unexpected arrival bringing you back into reality as you expected them to be gone out longer.

With the upcoming game between Iowa and Uconn, both Paige and Caitlin had been at each others necks for the past few days.

Giving one another smart remarks and starting petty arguments about who would win. And even daring to ask which team you were rooting for.

Never feeding into the disagreements and laughing at them instead, you enjoyed the few hours of peace you had while they were both away at practice.

Though on the other hand, it seemed as if Caitlin and Paige hated being away from you for the period of time.

Numerous text’s being sent to the groupchat between the three of you. Mostly consisting of Paige and Caitlin’s nonsense while discussing how much they missed you.

“What?” You questioned, your response delayed as you were yet to register Caitlin’s words.

“You heard her, strip.” Paige told you, repeating the words that had exited Caitlin’s mouth — watching as you looked at both of them in confusion.

Nevertheless, you followed the demand. Stripping your clothes off and standing before the two of them — their eyes hungrily trailing up and down your body.

“on your back.” Paige instructed, you finding your place on the bed. Laying as the blond had instructed, watching as both your girlfriends hovered over your bare body.

“Such a good listener.” Caitlin began, her fingers running through your loose hair as she looked at Paige. “Should I get the strap?”

You laid in silence a look of desperation displayed in your face as you listened to the two talk. The urge to satisfy your heat growing in response the unexpected situation.

“No. Save it for later on tonight.” Paige told the brunette, deciding to give you a little piece of the experience. Saving the rest for after the basketball game.

Noticing your neediness, Paige moved her hand down to your pussy — clothed by the damp silk underwear. Her fingertips rubbing light circles on your clit.

Caitlin sucking on your neck, her hands tenderly squeezing your breasts — you couldn’t hold in the loose moans that’s slipped out of your mouth.

“Look at her.” Caitlin scoffed, parting ways with your neck as she looked at both you and Paige. “Barely touched her and she’s moaning like a slut”

Paige smiled at the girls words, sliding her hand into your underwear. Running a finger through your folds — being met with a familiar slick.

“Feel her Cait. Already wet for us” Paige shook her head at you, moving to the side so Caitlin could feel the slick between your folds.

Instead of slipping her hand in your underwear, Caitlin slid the fabric off of you. Absentmindedly setting it somewhere as she smirked at you.

“Look at that. All for us” Caitlin spoke, keeping your legs spread open as both she and Paige looked at your pussy like a piece of artwork.

A short whine exited your mouth, growing desperate for either one of their touches. Wanting to feel something that would take the ache away.

“Needy brat.” Caitlin scolded, grabbing your legs and pulling you closer to her — on her knees as she sat face to face with your pussy.

Paige on the bed beside you, fully clothed as her teeth unexpectedly tugged at your nipples. Causing a gasp to exit your mouth in return.

“Keep her still” Caitlin instructed Paige — who gave no answer due to attacking your breasts with her mouth.

Aware of how squirmy you happened to be when getting ate out. The girls often took turns holding the upper part of your body down.

Rolling her eyes, the brunette licked a stripe of your pussy. Watching as you squirmed beneath her, the girl couldn’t help but smirk.

Spitting on your pussy, Caitlin dove in — her tongue sliding over every aching area that you wanted to be touched.

“Caitlin!” You yelled, a string of moans immediately exiting your mouth, Paige’s assault on your breasts making the moans louder.

Unable to fight the pleasure, you tried to hold the moans in. Aware that your hotel neighbors could be in their room — you tried to be quiet out of respect for them.

“Bet no one makes her feel as good as we do” Paige confidently spoke, watching as Caitlin stopped eating you out — lining two fingers up with your entrance.

“I know, and she knows that shit too” Caitlin slowly slid her fingers in glaring at you. Your eyes shut, allowing moans to flow out.

“Look at her, it’s pathetic” Paige said, placing her fingers back on your clit to rub rapid paced circles on the sensitive area.

Slipping her fingers out and slipping them back in, Caitlin pumped her digits in and out of you — meeting Paige’s pace.

Sitting up using your elbows as support, you tried to look at your girlfriends — close to a release that you’d been craving.

“I’m gonna cum!” You announced through a moan, though most the pleasure had slowed down as soon as you did.

“Who’s pussy is this.” Caitlin asked you — Paige beginning to slow down the action on your clit to hear the answer.

Their eyes set on you, almost as if they were daring you to say the wrong answer. Though in the moment, all you wanted was the release you’d been waiting for.

“It’s yours, all for you and Paige!” You spoke nearly immediately, satisfied once the rapid paces had resumed.

Your legs beginning to rapidly shake, a tight knot began to form in your stomach. A throaty moan exiting your mouth as you were met with your release.

“There we go” Paige muttered as both of the girl’s removed their hands from your pussy to gaze at you — out of breath from the orgasm.

“That’s nothing. Just wait until the games over.” Caitlin told you as Paige laughed — the brunette walking into the bathroom to grab a rag to wipe you off with.

“We’ll have to see who our good luck charm’s gonna help win first” Paige reminded Caitlin who rolled her eyes in response — chuckling as she immediately replied

“Yeah, which will be iowa” She looked at you with a grin on her face. “Isn’t that right baby?”

“No, don’t agree with her.” Paige jumped in immediately, setting a pair of lounge clothes that came from your suitcase on the bed. “Everyone knows Uconn is winning this time.

“Oh yeah. and Who told you that — your delousins?” Caitlin replied to her girlfriend, an unwavering smirk on her face as she knew how to get under Paige’s skin.

“You know what. I’m gonna-” Paige began, a threat nearly coming out of her mouth before being silence by you.

“Both of you, shut up and stop acting like toddlers!” You scolded your girlfriends, who immediately dropped the disagreement and moved on as if it were nothing.

[calicoheartz]

꣑୧ — summary | just thinking about caitlin stretching you out with her long fingers ⸝⸝ ♡

— warnings | nsfw ahead

just thinking about cait stretching you out with her muscular and long fingers . . .

her hands are so thick and long that she just prods at you slowly , murmuring sweet things in your ear the entire time.

“i know my love, i know , you can do it”

as she slowly sinks a long , thick second finger into you!

a sling of curse words fall from your lips , grabbing her strong arms in a death grip , trying to ground yourself from the immense pleasure that you’re feeling.

she’d slowly start to curl her fingers inside of you, hitting the perfect spongy spot that makes you see stars. You arch your back , making a whine fall from your lips. “Yeah? Does it feel good my sweet girl?”

she laughs cockily when she receives no response , only curling her fingers further. “i know my love, just breathe”

she soon prods a third finger at your entrance, “c‘mon baby , be a good girl” she coos , you take a shaky breath as you let out pornographic moans as soon as she sinks the third one into you.

“c-cait- caitlin i cant” you gasp out , before you feel her long fingers start to move again. “you can take it,” she mumbles sternly , her fingers gradually pumping faster and faster out of you.

“take it baby, i know you can.”