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sellawrites · 3 months

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I’D LET YOU

word count: 4.5k

pairing: paige bueckers x azzi fudd

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, underage drinking, underage drug use (it’s just weed), swearing

prompts:

paige and azzi make inappropriate jokes but they’re apparently not jokes

paige and azzi can’t keep anything from each other

paige and azzi do anything ?for the bit?

It was a rare off weekend for the UConn women’s basketball team, and they’d decided to have a little party. After a few too many competitive drinking games, someone had suggested some team bonding, which is how they’d ended up sitting on the floor in an attempt at a circle.

“Truth or truth, and this is for everyone. What is your type and why is it athletes?” A very drunk Christyn addressed the room at large, giggling at her own joke. The answers ranged from wholesome (Carol, understanding the demanding schedule) to obvious (Olivia, competitiveness) to dirty (Amari, stamina). The room went crazy at the last one as Amari merely shrugged with a slight smirk on her face.

Then it was Azzi’s turn, and she was determined to get a bigger reaction. “I just love other athletes’ bodies. Like come on, have you ever ridden someone’s abs?” She couldn’t hide her self-satisfied grin as everyone shrieked.

Finally, the chaos calmed down. “So moving on from that bullshit, I think it was Paige’s turn..?” There was still shock in Christyn’s voice.

Paige had a mischievous look in her eyes as she opened her mouth. “I was actually gonna say something similar. I feel like no one else appreciates how hard we’ve worked to look like this,” she paused to make direct eye contact with Azzi. “I mean, who else would ask to ride my abs?” She winked at her best friend, ignoring the gags coming from around the circle.

Christyn stepped into the middle of the circle looking distraught. “Ok, game over! This got too weird… everyone go drink more or something, I’m terrified.”

Everyone listened, breaking off into smaller groups. Paige and Azzi ended up together, as they always seemed to. Pressed against each other on the sofa, they looked entirely too close, as their friends always thought they did. “You’re such a little shit,” Azzi giggled, leaning further into Paige.

Paige punched her lightly on the arm. “You’re one to talk when you literally started it! I was just taking the opportunity you gave me,” she raised her hands in surrender.

Azzi’s voice lowered to a whisper. “You know everyone’s gonna think we fucked now, or at least that we did that, right?” And she was right. Their constant attachment and well-known need for each other had raised eyebrows even outside of the team environment. Paige was just relieved that Azzi didn’t sound too concerned about it.

“Let’s be honest, they probably already think that anyway. I say it was worth it for the bit,” the blonde shrugged good-naturedly, her smile widening as Azzi shook her head before resting it on Paige’s shoulder.

Paige couldn’t help herself. “You know what would be really funny though? What if we actually did, like as a joke?”

It was Azzi’s turn to punch her in the arm. “Paige Madison Bueckers, shut the fuck up.” Her head never moved from Paige’s shoulder, the exasperation in her voice not enough to hide the smile on her face.

Paige tried to hold back her own laughter. “I was just trying to be a good friend.” She turned her head to whisper in Azzi’s ear. “I’m sure we’d both have a lot of fun, and I know I could make it better than whatever you’re getting right n-“ She was cut off by Azzi’s hand on her cheek shoving her away.

Azzi’s eye roll was nothing short of theatrical. “Keep talking like that and I’ll have no choice but to think you’re serious. You want me so bad it makes you look dumber than you already are,” she smirked.

“You wish,” was all Paige offered as a retort. They sat in comfortable silence, Paige’s arm finding its way around Azzi’s shoulders, as it always did.

What was not typical for them was Azzi’s hand slowly coming to rest on Paige’s stomach, innocently sliding lower before stopping just above the waistband of her pants. Even though Paige was wearing an oversized t-shirt, she suddenly felt like the thin layer of cotton separating their skin might as well not have been there.

Trying to control her erratic breathing and her train of thought around why Azzi seemed to be pressing so hard, Paige knew that she had to stop whatever was going on. They had both felt the sudden shift in energy, and Paige did not want to confront the weird feeling in her stomach.

“Do you want another drink? I think I’m gonna get something else.” The loudness of Paige’s voice shattered whatever moment they’d been having and Azzi quickly moved her hand as Paige went to stand up.

“Sure, I’ll just have whatever you’re having,” the dark-haired girl answered quickly, not looking up to meet her best friend’s eyes.

Nodding slightly, Paige walked away. She’d barely taken a step into the kitchen when she collided with Aubrey, the concerningly blue drink that her teammate had been holding spilling all over her shirt.

The taller girl steadied herself with a hand on the counter. “Shit, sorry, P, I didn’t-“

“What the fuck is in this, Aubrey?” Paige cut her off. “And why is it so blue?” Her mostly white shirt had quickly taken on the hue of the mystery concoction.

“Bleed blue, baby!” Aubrey grinned, dragging out the last syllable. “For real though, I don’t even remember, but definitely a lot of food colouring at the end. Because I wanted it brighter, you know?”

Nika came over to see what the commotion was about. Seeing Paige’s ruined shirt and the mostly empty cup in Aubrey’s hand, she rolled her eyes.

“Aubrey Griffin, you can’t be doing this shit in my house.” Nika’s words were definitely angrier than her tone, but Aubrey still had the sense to look somewhat guilty under the Croatian’s hard gaze. “Clean this up or find someone sober enough to help you, because I need it gone by the time I come back,” Nika continued.

She then turned to Paige. “You, come with me to pick out something of mine to put on. There’s no reason for you to go all the way to your room to change.”

Nika shot Aubrey a final look over her shoulder as she led Paige away. “You having fun?” She asked once they were out of earshot.

Paige thought while Nika looked through her closet. “I mean, mostly? Az has been kinda weird, and obviously this-” she gestured at her wet T-shirt “-wasn’t great, but I’m always happy to be hanging out with the girls.”

Nika was laying out shirts similar to Paige’s on her bed. “Azzi’s been kinda weird? You’ve both been a bit off actually, everyone has noticed. Something going on with you two?”

Paige knew that her friend meant no harm with the question, but it was really asking a lot more than she wanted to answer. Since Azzi had stepped foot on the UConn campus, she’d brought a certain new intensity to her and Paige’s dynamic that no one else had noticed because they hadn’t known them previously.

The fact that at the whole team had picked up on it, Paige argued with herself, was largely due to Azzi ramping it up even more recently (come to think of it, since a half-remembered, tension-filled drunk exchange between them at Azzi’s birthday party), and Paige was doing very little to discourage it.

Pushing all that out of her mind, the blonde attempted a nonchalant shrug. “Nah, I think we’re both still adjusting to Azzi being here. I know it’s been months, but it’s taken a while to really sink in because it’s so different from any other time we’ve spent this much time together.”

Paige realized that she was maybe still getting too close to the truth with that train of thought. She focused her attention on the series of shirts laid out on the bed. Avoiding Nika’s unconvinced look, she grabbed a white cropped tank top that she figured would still match with her outfit.

After turning away to put it on, Paige faced Nika again, holding her wet shirt awkwardly. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it,” Nika said unexpectedly, Paige raising an eyebrow in surprise. The Croatian just looked Paige up and down and whistled. “Something tells me you needs to go talk to Azzi, maybe sort this thing out.”

Grabbing the shirt from Paige’s outstretched hand, Nika did a bad job of hiding the smirk on her face as she lightly pushed the other girl out of the room.

Paige made her way back to the kitchen, thankfully managing to get her and Azzi’s drinks without incident this time.

Stepping into the living room, she immediately noticed Azzi sprawled on the same couch that she’d been on. “Az, I got our dr-”

“Paigey!” Azzi exclaimed, cutting her off. She reached out both hands, making grabbing motions. “Come here, I missed you.” She grabbed Paige by the ribs, her hands coming to rest on the blonde girl’s waist.

Paige bent down to get a closer look at her friend’s face. “Hey, you good?” She asked softly, tilting Azzi’s chin up.

The dark-haired girl blinked at her. “I’m okay, just high,” she confessed, looking around. “Someone had a pen and I took a few hits- you should too, I feel so good.” She sank farther into the couch, pulling Paige down beside her.

“I think I’m fine for now,” Paige replied as she carefully placed the drink she’d gotten for Azzi out of her reach. They lapsed into silence again, Paige eventually cracking open her drink and allowing Azzi a few sips despite her earlier resolution to cut the younger girl off.

As she sipped her drink, Paige couldn’t ignore the feeling of Azzi’s eyes burning into her side, or the fact that her best friend’s hands were still in the same spot on her waist.

Azzi, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do with herself. It was absolutely crazy that Paige had decided to put on a shirt that gave her a perfect, unrestricted view of the blonde’s defined abs, especially after the conversations they’d been having. It had to have been on purpose, and Azzi didn’t see how that was even fair, especially in her current state.

But as much as she tried to make herself ignore it, she couldn’t look away, realizing way too late that her hands were still incriminatingly clinging to Paige’s waist. Really, Azzi reasoned, it would be weirder to move them now.

So Azzi’s eyes remained glued to Paige’s stomach, and Paige pretended to remain oblivious, though she wasn’t opposed to any of the attention that she was getting.

Eventually, Paige neared the end of her drink and Azzi’s eyes began to droop, the younger girl letting out a pointed yawn. “Can we go home soon?” She asked softly.

“Of course, Az,” Paige was was quick to respond. “You still feeling it?”

At Azzi’s nod, the older girl stood up again. “Let me go say goodbye real quick. I’ll be right back, and don’t do anything stupid this time,” she scolded playfully.

Azzi had no intention of doing anything other than trying not to fall asleep on the couch. She was still coming to terms with how good Paige looked, and she’d realized she’d much rather do that away from the room full of people that she was currently in.

A gentle hand stroking her cheek woke Azzi up, and she realized that she must not have accomplished her earlier goal. She raised her head, gazing adoringly at Paige. “Let’s get you home,” the blonde murmured. She wrapped her arms around Azzi’s biceps and pulled her to her feet.

Interlocking their hands, Paige led Azzi out the door and along the familiar path to her dorm.

Suddenly, Azzi stopped in her tracks. “Wait, I wanna sleep in your room,” she said, looking at Paige hopefully.

Paige shook her head, throwing an arm around Azzi’s shoulders. “We can sleep in my room if you want, let’s just get anywhere you can lay down.”

Azzi giggled even though Paige wasn’t trying to be funny. Truthfully, it was less about what her best friend had said and more about her sudden feeling of giddiness that was making her a lot less tired. Still, she squeezed Paige’s hand once in acknowledgment.

Once they got the Paige’s room, the blonde tried to get something from her closet for Azzi to wear, but was met with lots of protest.

“Paige, I’m fine,” Azzi rolled her eyes as she dragged out the last syllable. She flopped onto Paige’s bed and gestured at her friend. “Come lay down, I wanna hang out.”

Giving in, Paige flopped down beside her. “I thought you were tired. That’s why we left, isn’t it?”

Azzi turned to look at her. “I was, but I’m not really now. Maybe it was all the noise or something.” She sat up suddenly, a mischievous look on her face. “Guess what I still have?”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “No idea, what?” She watched in confusion as Azzi pulled a pen from the pocket of her jeans.

“Azzi, where did you get that? I have to go give that back now,” Paige groaned.

“Not if we’re still using it,” Azzi argued. “I don’t even know whose it is,” she continued unconvincingly. “We can always give it back tomorrow, anyway. Just a few hits, please?”

Folding under the weight of Azzi’s gaze, Paige took the pen from Azzi’s outstretched hand and brought it to her lips. Satisfied, the younger girl laid back down.

They passed the pen back and forth a few times, not saying much as they stared at the ceiling. Finally, Paige spoke. “This is probably enough.” She got up to put the pen on a shelf out of their reach, definitely feeling its effects. “Do you wanna, like, watch a movie or something?”

Azzi shook her head. “Just wanna talk. I like right now a lot.”

Paige wasn’t completely sure what that meant, but she crawled back onto the bed, not complaining when Azzi scooted closer and threw an arm around her neck and a leg over her hips.

Azzi buried her face in her best friend’s neck. “You smell nice,” she mumbled.

“Mmm,” Paige made a noise of acknowledgment, but as Azzi fell silent, the older girl’s mind started to drift to places she was very much trying to keep it out of. Azzi herself had said that she wanted to talk, so why wasn’t she talking?

Ordinarily, Paige would’ve been fine to start a conversation, but she was worried about what might come out of her mouth. Especially when Azzi moved her hand down to start rubbing Paige’s stomach again.

Paige’s eyes fluttered closed, the pleasant sensations doing nothing to dispel her urge to talk about what she thought she’d noticed that night.

“You know I’d let you, right?”

Once it slipped out, the confession didn’t seem all that bad in her current state.

Azzi’s clouded eyes met Paige’s as the dark-haired girl propped herself up on an elbow. “You’d let me what, P? We weren’t even talking about anything,” she giggled, stopping the circles on Paige’s stomach.

Paige couldn’t hold back her laughter either, and she figured there was no harm in telling when this whole situation would probably just become another one of their funny stories.

“I meant I wasn’t really joking earlier… I’d totally let you ride my abs, if you wanted to.” Paige laughed even harder, not even believing what had just come out of her mouth.

“Oh my god, you can’t just say that when I’m laying on you like this,” Azzi pouted, dropping her head.

Paige’s voice deepened. “Are you not comfortable? Get more comfortable, then,” she challenged.

“What do you mean?” Azzi breathed, suddenly refusing to make eye contact.

Paige took a deep breath. “I think you know what I mean.” She looked pointedly to Azzi’s hand still in its place on her stomach.

Suddenly uncertain, Azzi sat up, sliding so that she was completely straddling Paige. She wasn’t sure if she’d even meant to do it, but neither of them could deny how good it felt when she ground her hips against Paige’s as she went to lay down again.

Now frozen with both hands braced against the bed on either side of Paige’s head, Azzi experimentally rolled her hips again. This time, Paige’s hands came up to grab her ass, both of them letting out unmistakable moans.

They both released shaky breaths, mouths hanging open as they stared at each other.

“Why’d you stop?” Paige asked, her eyes half closed. “Feels good,” she lifted her hips up slightly for emphasis.

Azzi groaned. It was more her own actions that had scared her, but if Paige was into it, surely it wasn’t all that bad.

Dropping down to her elbows, she started to move her hips again, Paige’s hands on her ass helping her get more friction. With her head buried in Paige’s neck, Azzi was close enough to the blonde’s mouth to hear every little sound she made, of which she was very grateful.

They got lost in the feeling of each other for a moment before Azzi remembered why they were in this situation. “I want to,” she said quietly.

“Want to what?” Paige slid her hands up to Azzi’s hips so she could sit up.

Azzi looked away from Paige’s burning gaze. “Ride your abs,” she whispered. “I wanna see how they- how you feel.” She covered her face with her hands.

Unfortunately, Paige wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily. “With all that still on?” Shamelessly dragging her eyes down Azzi’s body, the blonde put her hands behind her head and waited.

Azzi tilted her head to the side. Fuck, this was really happening. “You could’ve just asked to see me naked, you know.” Her hands moved to the button of her jeans.

Now in her underwear, Azzi toyed with the waistband of Paige’s pants. The dark-haired girl looked at her best friend questioningly.

Paige nodded slightly. “Go ahead,” she encouraged. She lifted her hips, pulling her shirt over her head as Azzi moved to pull off her pants. Sitting back on the blonde’s thighs, Azzi’s hands twitched as she considered removing her panties.

Somehow, Paige knew what she was thinking about. “Just take them off, you know it’ll feel better,” the older girl grinned, hands still behind her head. Much to her delight, Azzi obeyed her, quickly discarding the offending article of clothing.

Watching Azzi hover over her stomach, Paige resisted the urge to tell her best friend how good she looked. Azzi lowered herself and Paige’s eyes flicked down to watch the movement, her breath catching slightly as she saw how wet Azzi was.

First rocking her hips tentatively, Azzi ground harder against Paige’s toned stomach with every roll of her hips. Finally daring to look her best friend in the eye, Azzi still wasn’t prepared for the intensity of Paige’s stare to have almost an identical effect on her as the feeling of her clit dragging against the blonde’s abs.

“Enjoying… the… show?” Azzi panted, biting her lip as she continued her desperate movements.

“Obviously,” replied Paige. “Feel good?” She failed to hide her cocky smirk.

“Obviously,” Azzi attempted the same cocky tone, but it came out closer to a moan. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, hands coming up to massage her tits.

Feeling hands running down her sides, Azzi opened her eyes. Gritting her teeth, she made herself stop moving as she looked down. “Did I say you could touch?”

Paige’s hands shot away like she’d been burned. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Just want to help.”

“Here’s what you can do for me,” Azzi took Paige’s hands in hers. “Either you can sit there looking pretty and watch, or-” she moved Paige’s hands to her ass, “-you can actually help.”

Feeling Paige’s grip tighten, Azzi started to move her hips again. Paige’s stomach flexed as her hands pulled Azzi down, and the younger girl moaned loudly at the added pressure on her clit.

Azzi felt her whole body start to get hot as her orgasm built. “Just like that, P,” she praised.

“You close?” Paige’s voice sounded wrecked.

“Mm-hmm,” Azzi’s hands squeezed Paige’s ribs as she chased her high. “Paige, please,” she whined desperately.

Finally, the tension in Azzi’s lower stomach released and her mouth fell open as her orgasm washed over her. Paige felt the younger girl spasm against her stomach as her hips stuttered.

Once her breathing calmed down, Azzi flopped on top of Paige unceremoniously. “You were right,” she conceded. “That was good.”

Azzi felt Paige shrug. “I had to show you what you were missing out on, especially the way you couldn’t stop staring at my abs after I put on that shirt.” Paige’s stomach tensed as she laughed, and Azzi winced at the contact against her sensitive pussy.

“So you did do that on purpose!” She gingerly climbed off of Paige and stood up. “I’m gonna go clean up.”

As soon as she turned her back, a camera flash went off and made her immediately turn back around. “What are you doing?”

Paige looked sheepish. “Taking a photo of my stomach? You know, for the memories?”

“That doesn’t even make sense and you know it,” Azzi giggled. “No one can ever see that, though, understand? Like at this point it might as well be a photo of me licking your-” she quickly cut herself off as she saw Paige’s mischievous grin. “I’m not doing that. It’s gross.”

“So you’ll put your pussy on my abs but on your tongue is gross? You’re so mean,” Paige pouted.

Rolling her eyes, Azzi crawled back onto the bed. Switching between making eye contact with Paige and the camera, she made a show of licking a long stripe up Paige’s stomach.

“There you go, you fucking freak,” she said exasperatedly.

“You’re the freak who actually did it,” Paige retorted.

Azzi happened to glance at Paige’s crotch as she stood up again and mentally kicked herself. She’d been so wrapped up in her own pleasure that she’d forgotten about taking care of Paige.

Laying down beside the blonde, Azzi cupped Paige’s face in her hands. “When were you going to tell me?” She asked softly.

“Tell you what?”

“Baby, you’re soaked. Were you going to suffer all night?” Azzi couldn’t believe how stupid her best friend was sometimes.

Paige shifted awkwardly. “I hadn’t thought about it, honestly. It’s fine, I’m fine,” she looked away.

Azzi rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time. “Let me take care of you.” Her hands ghosted over Paige’s torso.

“I don’t remember this being part of the deal,” Paige said evasively.

“So you’re saying you don’t want it?” Azzi teased. Paige opened her mouth and closed it, knowing she wasn’t winning that argument. She hoped the relative darkness of the room was hiding the redness of her cheeks.

Azzi’s hands went lower. “I thought you’d want to feel good-” she rubbed Paige through her underwear, “-but I guess I was wrong, huh?” Paige inhaled sharply, only getting used to the sensation right before Azzi pulled her hand away.

Paige almost whined. Now that she’d been made aware of how worked up she was, the ache between her legs was only getting stronger. “Need it, please,” she whispered. Azzi smiled triumphantly.

“P, just relax,” Azzi’s hand slid lazily into Paige’s underwear. “I got you.”

“Mmm,” Paige closed her eyes as she let her body respond to her best friend’s touch. Azzi tried to be as gentle as possible, still not sure why Paige was acting the way that she was.

Azzi settled into the bed and closed her eyes, using Paige’s sharp intakes of breath as a guide while her fingers explored.

“So good, Az,” Paige murmured. Her eyes were still closed, so she didn’t see Azzi’s soft smile.

Deciding that she seemed relaxed enough, Azzi focused her attention on Paige’s clit. Seeing how her hips bucked against Azzi’s hand, the younger girl felt another small pang of guilt.

While Azzi’s fingers worked, Paige, her lips sealed shut, grabbed the dark-haired girl’s other arm and squeezed.

“You’re okay,” Azzi soothed. “So good for me.”

“So- fuck- close,” Paige ground out.

Soon, her hips were lifting off the bed and more expletives were falling from her lips as she came.

Azzi guided her through it, finally sliding her hand gently out of Paige’s underwear. Paige finally opened her eyes and was confused to see Azzi opening the camera on her own phone.

“What are you doing?” She asked, voice still shaking slightly.

“Taking a photo,” Azzi deadpanned, doing a peace sign for the camera. Paige reflexively copied her, not getting it until the flash made Azzi’s two outstretched fingers glisten.

“You’re nasty,” Paige said in disbelief. Azzi dissolved into laughter.

She held her hand out to Paige. “Put them in your mouth.”

“WHAT?” Paige moved her head away. “No shot I’m doing that.”

“So my fingers can touch your pussy but not your mouth? You’re mean and a hypocrite,” Azzi mocked what Paige had said earlier.

“Fine, but this is all you’re getting,” Paige relented, sticking out her tongue and pressing the tip against Azzi’s finger pads.

Grinning like a maniac, Azzi took the photo. Then, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked, making sure to capture Paige’s shocked expression in what she knew was going to be one of her favourite photos of all time.

“There is something wrong with your brain.” Paige declared. “Also send me that,” she said, immediately calling her point into question.

“You know I will,” Azzi promised. “We should clean up now, though. This is starting to actually get gross.”

Paige groaned but still swung her legs out of bed. The two girls walked to the bathroom.

“Oh my god, your hair!” Azzi giggled as they stared at their reflections. It wasn’t even just Paige’s hair. With her bitten lips and shiny eyes, she looked wrecked. Azzi, on the other hand, looked completely normal, except for her red eyes.

“This is so unfair,” Paige complained, grabbing a washcloth. Azzi just smirked.

After they’d cleaned themselves up, Paige was finally able to convince Azzi to change into comfier clothes. Cuddled up in Paige’s bed, they both laid awake with the weight of things unsaid, but neither girl was brave enough to speak up.

Eventually, they both fell asleep, and if Paige got a little too excited the next morning when she saw 6 photos from Azzi, that was no one else’s business.

#pazzi my loves #i’d let you #paige my love #azzi my love #paige bueckers x azzi fudd

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sellawrites · 5 months

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SWEET

word count: 1.5k

pairing: paige bueckers x azzi fudd

⚠️warnings⚠️

hurt/comfort, angst, swearing

prompts:

paige is upset at her team and misses azzi

pazzi are each other’s person but haven’t figured out exactly what that means

title from the cigarettes after sex song (somewhat inspired)

Paige breathed a sigh of relief when the final buzzer sounded. It should’ve been a relatively easy game, but this season had been anything but easy so far and she hadn’t been taking anything for granted, especially since Azzi got hurt again.

Azzi…. through the photos, autographs, and media, Paige couldn’t help her mind from drifting back to her. Azzi, her rock, her person, her best friend… maybe that last one wasn’t quite right anymore. They hadn’t put a label on anything yet, but she didn’t think that the parameters of “best friends” quite explained what they were to each other.

All she knew was that Azzi should’ve been a part of the win, not laying in a hospital bed. She knew sitting there watching must’ve been killing Azzi as much as it was killing Paige to not have her on the floor.

The team was already chattering excitedly when she stepped onto the bus.

“There she is! P-SKIII!” cheered KK, trying to get her to join in on whatever silly dance her and Aubrey were doing.

“Thanks KK, but I’m too tired for all this. I think I’m gonna go pass out in the back if anyone needs me.” She ignored the confused looks of most of her teammates.

Aaliyah must have seen the look in her eyes because she spoke up suddenly. “You guys heard her, her back hurts from carrying your sorry asses with her 34 and 12!”

As everyone laughed, Paige shot Aaliyah a grateful look and went to sit down. After making sure that no one was paying any attention to her, she pulled out her phone and called Azzi, who picked up almost immediately.

“Congratulations! I watched the whole thing and I’m so proud of you guys!” Azzi’s excitement was painfully fake, even over the phone.

“Thanks,” Paige mumbled hollowly. “You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right?”

“I know, it’s just that you finally got a win and we really need those right now and I… didn’t wanna take away from that, I guess,” Azzi sighed. Her voice had lost all its prior enthusiasm.

Paige wasn’t prepared for how broken Azzi sounded. Despite her best efforts to blink them back, her eyes began to fill with tears. “Don’t worry about anything like that. It wasn’t a good win and we both know it. I guess I played fine, but where is the rest of this fucking team?”

Paige knew it was unfair, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying it. “Where are you, Az? I need you.”

The call lapsed into silence, Paige trying to stop the tears from leaking out of her eyes while, alone in a hospital bed, Azzi’s cheeks were already wet.

“No, Azzi, stop it. You’re not allowed to be crying right now,” Paige leaned her head against the bus window.

“How did you kno- whatever, you’re literally crying too, baby,” Azzi was quick to reply when she heard the tremor in the other girl’s voice. “I should be there for you, I don’t know why shit like this keeps happening.”

Paige gave up on wiping the tears now freely flowing down her face.

“I can’t have you crying because of me, I can’t. It’s just a game- well it’s not just a game but it’s also not your life. You shouldn’t have this — shouldn’t have my problems — on your mind as well! It’s not fair to you, it just isn’t.” She went silent, realizing she’d let slip more than she’d intended to.

“How can you even say that when you’ve cried over me more times than I can remember?” Azzi asked incredulously. “You’re right, Paige, it’s not just a game, it’s your whole life, and mine! It’s the reason I’m here right now, still fighting for a chance at one of the most important things in the world to me, to both of us.”

So many miles away, Paige’s broken sigh was a shot straight through Azzi’s heart.

“I’m tired, Azzi. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… I miss you.” The last part was whispered like a confession, Paige seemingly still not sure if it was something that she could just say.

“I know, P. None of this is fair. I miss you too.” It came out easier for Azzi. She’d always been better at stuff like that.

Neither girl knew what to say after that, the only sounds on the call being soft breathing and faint sounds of rain hitting the bus’s windows.

“It’s raining here, like a lot. It’s kinda soothing if you close your eyes,” Paige broke the silence, her voice a bit rough.

Azzi wiped her eyes, squinting at the curtains drawn over the window in her room. “I think it’s raining here too,” she finally said.

Paige sat in silence as she listened to Azzi call for a nurse to come open her window.

“It is kinda nice, you’re right.” Azzi took a deep breath as the soft pattering of raindrops filled her ears.

“Can I say that I miss you again?” Paige asked after another long silence.

“You can say anything to me.” Azzi’s voice was suddenly groggy.

“It’s late. I think you should go to sleep. I’ll see you when I get back.” Paige couldn’t hide the fondness in her voice.

“No, I’ll stay up with you. I’m not even tired, I promise.” Azzi tried to argue despite the heaviness of her voice.

Paige waited a while before answering. “You know it’s gonna be another couple of hours. I don’t mind, I promise.” She mirrored Azzi’s words.

There was nothing but silence on the line.

“Hey, Az?” Getting no response, Paige listened for a few minutes before she hung up, Azzi’s peaceful deep breathing eventually coming through.

She looked ahead at her teammates still celebrating and decided she’d just try to get some sleep herself.

•••••

The light knocking on Azzi’s door blended with the sounds of the rain, not waking her up. “I can come back tomorrow, she should probably sleep,” Paige sighed, trying to hide how close she was to breaking down again.

“Are you sure? I think she’d want to see you,” The nurse looked confused. “She seemed quite adamant when she told me to let you in any time, no matter what.”

Paige was speechless. It wasn’t even all that surprising as she knew that she’d do the same for Azzi, but the confirmation of those feelings being reciprocated meant a lot more to Paige than she thought it would.

Seeing Paige’s indecision, the nurse placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m just going to unlock the door for you, honey, and you can figure out what you want to do,” she said kindly. “You’re a great girlfriend, by the way,” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked away.

“We’re not-” Paige started to say automatically, trailing off when she realized that she liked other people thinking of her and Azzi that way.

After hesitating outside the door for another minute, Paige slowly turned the handle, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Azzi’s room was dark, the only light being the sliver coming in from the hallway. It illuminated her sleeping face, and she looked so peaceful that Paige almost left again, not wanting to disturb her at all.

Shutting the door, Paige was fumbling for the switch on a lamp in the corner of the room when she heard Azzi’s blankets rustle.

“…Paige?” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as Paige located the switch and light flooded the room.

“Hey, I’m here,” Paige said softly.

Azzi opened her arms and Paige crawled into her bed, neither of them minding that the size of it forced their bodies to be pressed against each other.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” Azzi pressed her lips to the top of Paige’s head, her fingers combing through blonde hair.

Paige lifted her head to meet Azzi’s eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you were actually resting like you were supposed to be,” she smirked, dodging the other girl’s attempt to flick her forehead.

Azzi’s retort was cut off by Paige’s lips pressing against hers, both girls smiling into the kiss. They pulled apart, foreheads pressed together.

In the intimacy of their little bubble, Azzi allowed a confession to slip out. “I’m glad you came. It means a lot.” The words may not have been anything novel, but she could tell that Paige understood why she said them so solemnly.

“Azzi, I…” Paige swallowed, embarrassed, and buried her face in Azzi’s neck.

“I know you do, P,” Azzi reassured her with a soft smile. “Me too. You don’t have to say it.” She knew that Paige wasn’t ready, and that was okay. She was here in Azzi’s arms, and for now, that was more than enough.

#pazzi my loves #sweet #paige my love #azzi my love #paige bueckers x azzi fudd

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sellawrites · 8 months

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BETWEEN FRIENDS

word count: 3.7k

pairing: hailey van lith x cameron brink

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, explicit language, angst (if you squint)

prompts:

cam and hailey need to sort out whatever is happening between them at the fiba 3x3 world cup

a timeline of cam and hailey’s relationship

friends to lovers?

Hailey looked over to see Cameron doing her game hair — a simple ponytail. “I can’t take this anymore, Cam,” she said dramatically, swinging her legs off the hotel bed. “You know you’re gonna have to redo that every fifteen minutes. Let me braid your hair, then we can match. Plus, you look hot with braids,” Hailey smirked as she picked up a brush.

Cameron rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll admit that it would be cute. Just be quick, we have to leave in like twenty minutes.” She sat down in the desk chair.

“You know I only need five, baby.” Hailey made a V shape with her fingers and stuck her tongue through it, laughing. She pushed Cameron out of the chair.

“What was that for?” Protested the taller girl. “Also, you’re gross.”

“You love it, though,” Hailey retorted. She began brushing Cameron’s hair out. “And I’m sorry, but you’re too tall, I can’t do the top of your head when you’re sitting in that chair.”

Cam was really trying to ignore how nice it felt to have her friend’s fingers combing through her hair. An insane part of her wondered if how it would feel if Hailey’s actions weren’t so innocent, if her hands were firmly tangled in Cam’s hair as she pulled her head back-

“Cam? Are you ok?” Cameron shivered as Hailey’s voice snapped her out of her daydream. “I’m sorry if it’s hurting, I’m almost done,” Hailey said softly, both girls struck by how intimate it felt.

Cameron laughed awkwardly. “It’s alright, Hails. It actually feels nice.” She was shocked at the roughness of her voice as she tried to diffuse the moment.

She internally breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the second finished braid drop onto her back. “We should probably go now, imagine if we were late,” she said after another bout of awkward silence.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Hailey turned away quickly, grabbing her bag as she walked to the door.

—————

Cam definitely hadn’t looked at girls like this before. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what she meant by ‘like this’. All she knew was that her eyes seemed to be almost instinctively drawn to Hailey, and watching her friend play with such evident skill and passion was making her stomach flip.

She shook her head, trying to dispel the foreign thoughts and feelings as her teammate, Cierra, ran over to the bench to switch with her. She accepted the quick pat on the shoulder, locking eyes with Hailey as she stepped into position.

Hailey’s face was set in a determined expression as she held the ball, and Cam almost missed the pass that was quickly delivered to her waiting hands. Telling herself to get it together, she put her head down and drove to the basket.

—————

Hailey was ready to lose her mind. She stared at the ceiling in the darkness of the hotel room that she was sharing with the source of her confusion. There was no way that Cam had figured out about her crush (she still cringed using that word, but the weeks she’d spent pondering it hadn’t produced a better one), but Hailey knew that she hadn’t imagined the many times she’d caught her friend intensely staring at her today.

The looks had seemed to mirror ones that she occasionally couldn’t stop herself from making in Cam’s direction, and she certainly hadn’t forgotten the sudden tension as she’d braided her friend’s hair that morning. Cam couldn’t possibly reciprocate her feelings, and yet this was difficult to ignore. Feeling very tired and confused, Hailey rolled over and closed her eyes.

—————

As Cam sat on a folding chair by the court, she congratulated herself for figuring out a way to avoid at least one tension-filled situation with Hailey; getting her hair braided at the venue. She smiled absentmindedly as a photographer approached them, sharing a look with her friend after the photo was taken.

“To be honest, I was really thinking about pulling your hair to ruin the picture,” Hailey muttered, abruptly reminding Cam of her train of thought the last time they were in this position.

Hailey could hear the smile in Cam’s voice as she responded. “You wouldn’t!”

Even though she knew that her friend couldn’t see it, Hailey raised an eyebrow. “I so would,” she retorted, giving a playful tug to the finished braid to prove her point.

It was at that moment that Cam’s brain short-circuited as she was unable to ignore how strongly her body reacted to the action. It was also at that moment, as she tried not to do something completely crazy like gasp out loud, that she gave up on ignoring whatever she’d started to feel for Hailey.

—————

For once, all Cam felt was pride, standing up as she watched Hailey grab a rebound and run the clock out to end the game. They were World Champions!

As soon as Hailey heard the buzzer, she dropped the basketball and ran to find Cam. She’d originally planned to just embrace the taller girl, but adrenaline took over and she jumped into her friend’s arms, wrapping her legs around her. Hailey would’ve been lying if she said it didn’t feel nice when Cam held onto her easily, spinning her around with equal enthusiasm.

“Holy shit.” Cameron pressed her lips to the top of her head.

“I know,” Hailey said, unhooking her legs to stand back on the ground. “We fucking did it.”

Through the haze of pictures and interviews and champagne fights, they were practically glued to each other’s sides.

—————

Hailey was so tired of lying. She’d been saying whatever on the live at dinner, only slipping up once when she’d called Cam beautiful a moment ago in a voice that she recognized as too genuine the second it left her mouth.

Now, she was tipsy and horny and still feeling high on adrenaline, and it was getting hard for her to keep her hands off Cam. Especially when the taller girl insisted on being pressed against her at the table.

—————

Cam was having the best night of her life. She’d just won a gold medal, her and Hailey were by themselves at a club, and the atmosphere (okay, maybe the alcohol) was making the tension between them exciting and not terrifying like it had been. And for some reason, she was a little turned on by how uncertain Hailey was acting.

She knew how good she looked, and watching her friend dance in the lights, she realized that she wouldn’t mind if people thought that they were together. On the subject of Hailey, her friend appeared to be trying to say something to her.

“Wanna get out of here?” Hailey yelled over the music, standing on her toes to be closer to Cam’s ear.

“Can we do more shots? At least take me out to dinner first,” Cam giggled, missing what was being asked.

Hailey rolled her eyes. “Well, technically I did take you out to dinner, but I do think we should go. It’s really late and we have a flight tomorrow morning, remember?”

Cam had forgotten. “I’ll go anywhere with you, Hails.” For some reason saying that made her stomach fill with butterflies. She hadn’t even meant to say it out loud, even if it was true.

“Well then, let’s go back to the hotel,” Hailey really wasn’t in the mood to deal with her drunken flirting, not matter how much she wished it was serious.

—————

The cab ride back was silent as Cam tried not to burst out laughing at her random thoughts, shifting in her seat when they’d inevitably drift to the girl sitting beside her. Hailey was just trying not to open her mouth, fearing what might come out.

“Wanna know a secret?” Cameron broke the silence, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

“Of course I do,” Hailey mumbled.

“What did you say, Hails?” asked Cam, who was having a hard time hearing over the radio, road noise, and slight ringing in her ears. She bowed her head to be closer to Hailey.

“I said…” Hailey trailed off as Cam turned to look at her and they simultaneously realized how close their faces were.

“Your lips are shiny.” Cameron traced a finger over Hailey’s parted lips. It stopped on the edge of her chin, and as Hailey reflexively licked her lips, Cameron’s hand lightly grabbed her jaw.

Seeing Hailey’s eyes glued to her own lips, Cameron leaned in and connected them. The kiss was tentative for a few seconds, but quickly gave way to the desire for each other that they’d been suppressing.

Cupping Cameron’s jaw, Hailey pulled away slightly to catch her breath. “What was the secret?” She panted, staring into Cameron’s lust-filled eyes.

Cam bit her lip, trying to decide if she should tell her. She took a deep breath. “That I’ve been wet all night thinking about you,” she whispered with a coy smile. She leaned closer, nearly speaking the confession onto Hailey’s lips. “I’m getting worried it’s going to soak through my skirt.”

Arousal tightened in Hailey’s stomach and she pulled Cameron’s face to hers for another bruising kiss. Luckily, she noticed when the car started to slow. They composed themselves as much as they could, Hailey’s hand resting dangerously high on Cameron’s thigh.

Their hands intertwined the second that they got out of the cab, both for balance and to keep them grounded. The walk through the lobby and down the hall was torturous as they tried not to look at each other, fearing not making it to the privacy of their room.

Hailey couldn’t help herself in the empty elevator, kissing down the column of Cameron’s throat as she shoved a hand up the taller girl’s skirt to feel her soaked panties.

—————

The girls staggered into their room, Hailey stopping to lean her head back against the door as it closed.

Cameron’s mouth was instantly on hers again, one knee between Hailey’s legs. The shorter girl’s arms were around Cameron’s neck as she kissed her hungrily. Her hands soon fell to Cameron’s hips and she started to walk her backwards into the room.

They fell onto a bed, giggling for a moment before reconnecting their lips. Cameron’s hands had settled on Hailey’s ass, but Hailey’s hands were impatiently moving up and down Cameron’s sides.

“Can I take this off?” Hailey mumbled onto Cameron’s lips, fingers toying with the bottom of her top.

“Yes, to everything,” breathed Cameron, arching her back and lifting her hips to help the shorter girl remove her clothes. “I want it all; wanna see you, too.”

Hailey smirked as she pulled her shirt over her head, noticing with some satisfaction how the taller girl’s eyes were glued first to her bra, and then to her bare chest as she discarded it. “Greedy, aren’t you?” She purred, Cameron’s hand already reaching for the button of her jeans.

“Maybe, but I always get what I want.” Hailey, now sitting completely naked on top of her, knew that she’d just proved that point. The shorter girl rolled her eyes and attached her lips to Cameron’s neck. She smirked, feeling the girl beneath her arch her back and try to stifle a moan.

Cameron gained enough control of her hands to grab the back of Hailey’s head and pull her away, but the look in the shorter girl’s eyes made Cameron completely lose her train of thought. “No marks, please,” she managed to gasp out, Hailey already having started to grind on her in the absence of having access to her neck.

“I know, I wasn’t going to,” Hailey said quietly. “Let me kiss you. Please.” She rolled her hips again for emphasis.

“That sounds an awful lot like begging,” Cameron replied, letting go of her friend’s head nevertheless.

Hailey shifted down slightly so she was straddling the taller girl’s thigh, pressing her knee against Cameron’s pussy in the process. Resuming her grinding, her mouth met Cameron’s in a clash of lips and teeth as both girls sought friction against their clits.

Hailey bit Cam’s lip (pretty lightly, she thought) at the same time as she grabbed her tits, loving the way her friend’s hips stuttered against her knee as a gasp escaped her.

As Cam felt Hailey’s lips leave her neck and start to trail down her body, she realized what a bad idea this was. But as they locked eyes while the shorter girl traced her tongue over Cam’s abs, she realized that she liked bad ideas if Hailey was involved… especially if they felt this good.

Hailey wasn’t one to waste time. After planting a few sloppy kisses on each one of Cameron’s thighs, she licked a stripe up the girl’s pussy. Hailey raised her eyes lazily. “Remember when I said I needed five minutes? Start counting,” she said confidently. “And I wanna hear you, too, princess,” she added.

As her mouth closed around Cameron’s swollen clit, the taller girl couldn’t have kept quiet if she’d tried. She threw her head back and moaned, fisting a hand into Hailey’s hair to hold her face down. The things that Hailey was doing with her tongue were sending shocks through Cameron’s whole body that were making her twitch and shake as she lost herself in the sensations.

She almost came at the first thrust of Hailey’s finger inside her, but when the shorter girl curled her fingers in just the right way, Cameron was done for. “Fuck, Hails, I’m-” she cut herself off with a moan as her jaw slackened and her hips lifted off the bed to press against Hailey’s face.

She didn’t even realize that her eyes had been closed until she sank back into the bed and opened them to see Hailey’s smiling face. “Did you count like I asked? Well, I did, and guess what? Just over three minutes.” Cameron was a little stunned — she didn’t think she’d ever finished that fast.

Hailey broke their eye contact to watch her finger slide out of Cam. It was an intoxicating sight. Bringing it up to her mouth, she raised her eyes to the taller girl’s once more. “Wanna go again?” She asked innocently, sucking on the finger covered in Cam’s juices.

The look in Cam’s eyes told her what the answer would be. The taller girl bit her lip, spreading her legs a little wider as she nodded. Hailey’s smirk grew, and she could’ve sworn she felt her ego do the same.

“Good girl. Now open,” she instructed, her arousal building as Cam instantly complied, even sticking the tip of her tongue out past her lips.

Cam’s mind felt a little fuzzy as she swirled her tongue around Hailey’s fingers. She hadn’t necessarily expected any different, but this was really, really, good. And the praise that Hailey so readily gave her was definitely turning her on even more.

Getting impatient, Hailey pulled her fingers out of Cameron’s mouth and ghosted them over her pussy a few times before shoving them back inside her. “That feel good, pretty girl?” She started to move her fingers in shallow thrusts. Cameron’s hurried nod was answer enough.

The wet sounds of Hailey’s fingers inside Cam were driving her insane. “You’re soaked, baby, think you can take more?” She asked.

“Mhm,” Cameron propped herself up on her elbows.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” Hailey said huskily, looking into Cameron’s half-open eyes. They both stared as Hailey slid a third finger in, making Cameron’s head fall back as her pussy squeezed Hailey’s fingers.

Seeing her throat so exposed, Hailey reached a hand up to wrap around it. “I asked you to do one simple thing and you couldn’t even do that for me,” she said in a low voice, pushing insistently on Cameron’s neck until she fell back into the bed. “That means you just have to lay here and take it like the slut you are.” Cameron arched her back at that, and Hailey pushed her fingers in deeper, her thumb coming to circle the taller girl’s clit.

Cam never wanted this to end. She felt so full of Hailey’s fingers, and the pressure on her clit was perfect. The hand on her throat squeezed tighter, and she felt her orgasm approaching.

“You’re doing so well,” Hailey whispered. “Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” She sped her fingers up a little more as she continued to work Cameron’s clit with her thumb.

“Feels so good,” Cam moaned, her voice rough. Her mind was starting to go fuzzy again.

“Cum for me, then, princess,” said Hailey, feeling the other girl’s pussy contract around her fingers. Cameron’s mouth was open in a silent scream as her body shook uncontrollably, Hailey fucking her through it.

Cam didn’t trust any part of her body to work, so she focused on speaking. “You’re… wow. I wanna make you feel good, Hails, but I’ve never really…” she trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.

“I know. Just give me your hand, okay?” Hailey had sat back on Cameron’s thighs and was looking very relaxed.

Tentatively, Cam reached out her hands, transfixed as Hailey guided one to collect some wetness from the taller girl’s pussy before spreading it on her own.

“You have pretty hands,” Hailey mused. “Long fingers, too … bet they’ll feel good inside me.”

“Oh my god, Hails!” Cam didn’t know why she was blushing, but she could feel the heat in her cheeks.

Hailey looked up as she quickly worked one of her own fingers into her pussy. “It’s the truth, Cam,” she grinned shamelessly. “Now put that pretty mouth to good use and get your fingers ready for me.”

Cam rolled her eyes, annoyed at how well the flattery worked, but didn’t hesitate to start sucking on her fingers, entertained by the sight of Hailey riding her abs.

“Hurry up, I need you,” she whined, biting her lip as she ground harder into Cameron’s toned stomach.

“What do you need?” Asked Cameron, eager to please as Hailey grabbed her hand and placed it low on her stomach with her fingers sticking up.

Hailey sank down onto Cameron’s fingers with a satisfied moan. “You can do whatever you want as long as you keep your hand here,” she said through gritted teeth. Biting her lip in concentration, she leaned back with her weight balanced on her hands and started to bounce up and down.

Cam was in awe as she watched Hailey fuck herself on her fingers. With her perfect tits bouncing and abs flexing, it was possibly the hottest thing Cam had ever seen. Wanting to help the other girl, she scissored her fingers and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.

“Keep doing that, feels good,” Hailey ground out, still splitting herself open on Cameron’s fingers.

“You look so pretty,” Cam mumbled, almost by accident. “So pretty like this.”

“Mmm,” Hailey was lost in her own pleasure. “Gonna ride you now, okay?” She leaned forward so that she was on her knees, her pussy pressed against Cameron’s stomach. She began to grind her hips as hard as she could, dragging her swollen clit over the hard muscle.

Once Hailey found her rhythm, she sped up, her hands splayed over Cameron’s tits and anchoring her in place. Cam started to thrust her fingers to match the movement of the girl on top of her, loving how vocal she was.

On one of her thrusts, Cam grazed Hailey’s sweet spot and the shorter girl couldn’t stop herself from letting out a scream. Cam desperately wanted to make her do it again, and soon she was hitting it almost every time.

“Just like that, m’ so close, yes Cam, fuck,” Hailey was letting out a sting of curses and praise as she neared her high.

Hailey’s whole body was on fire. She moaned Cam’s name as her orgasm hit, still riding the taller girl’s fingers desperately. Her pussy spasmed and she swore as fluid gushed onto Cam’s fingers and soaked her stomach.

Watching Hailey’s hips slow as she came down from her high, Cam didn’t know if she could be any more turned on. “You can squirt?” She asked, eyes glued to the puddle on her stomach.

Hailey was worried as she climbed off of Cam. She collapsed onto the bed, panting. “I should’ve warned you, I’m s-” Cam cut her off.

“When you look like that doing it? I should be thanking you or something… you’re so fucking hot,” she purred, swirling her fingers on her stomach before sucking them clean. “I almost came again just from watching you do that.”

Dipping her hand to her stomach again, she started to massage her clit, soaking it in Hailey’s cum. “Let me help you,” offered Hailey, scooting closer and placing a hand on Cameron’s pussy. She easily slipped a finger in and began to thrust it lazily, dragging it slowly over Cameron’s sweet spot every time.

A smile spread across Cameron’s face as she watched their fingers work together, and she quickly found her release again. “Thank you, Hails,” she breathed, both of them panting against the pillows for a few moments.

Hailey groaned and stood up, walking on shaky legs to the bathroom. She came back with a wet towel and gingerly cleaned them up before returning to the bathroom.

Walking back out, Hailey saw that Cameron had climbed into the other bed. “Cam, why did you move?” She was genuinely confused.

Cameron started her down. “Well that bed is all wet because of someone.” She tilted her head to the side to make her point. “Come here, Hails.”

Trying to suppress a smile, Hailey climbed into Cameron’s waiting arms, happening to glance at the clock. “Fuck, we have to be up in like 5 hours,” she groaned.

“That’s not even the worst part,” Cameron’s face was tinted red.

“What is it, then?” Hailey wondered.

“Whoever cleans this room is gonna know exactly what happened,” whispered Cameron, covering her face with her hands.

“First of all, good, but second of all, you’re crazy. It’ll probably be dry by morning and there’s nothing we can do, so let’s sleep while we can.” Hailey couldn’t keep the smirk off her face.

Cameron pulled her closer, mumbling something incoherent in the shorter girl’s shoulder. “Goodnight, Hails,” she said clearly.

Hailey squeezed her arm in acknowledgement, already half asleep.

#hvl my love #cam my love #between friends #hailey van lith x cameron brink

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sellawrites · 11 months

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INTIMACY

word count: 3.2k

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️:

explicit smut, internalized homophobia, light angst

prompts:

you and paige having “platonic” life-altering sex, and her finally realizing her feelings and then pinning you against the wall and having actual romantic life-altering sex

5 + 1: 5 times you and paige hooked up “platonically”, and 1 time it was decidedly not platonic

best friends to lovers

miscommunication (maybe just bad communication)

The first time that you kissed Paige Bueckers was all because of a silly conversation had at a ridiculously late hour during your 13th birthday sleepover. You were giggling over the fact that you were grown up enough to have boyfriends, and blushing over what you could do with them.

Hardly daring to say it, you’d whispered to Paige in the dark that you were scared to kiss a boy because you’d never done it before, and she’d asked if you were scared to kiss her. She’d explained that she wasn’t scared to kiss you because you were her friend, and even though your heart was beating out of your chest, you’d agreed.

Eyes wide, you and Paige had scooted closer to each other, your lips barely touching before you’d both pulled away, laughing. Once you’d calmed down, you tried again, getting comfortable with little pecks on the lips. You continued this throughout the night, and when Paige kissed you good morning, it became a part of your friendship. After that night, you realized some things:

1. Kissing was actually fun (not gross, like you’d been led to believe)

2. Paige was good at kissing (you had no evidence for this, but she made it fun and that had to be the point)

3. Girls definitely made you feel the same butterflies in your stomach as boys did (this was pretty shocking, so you chose to keep that to yourself)

You didn’t know what it was at that point, but that was when you figured out that you were bisexual. You always wondered if Paige felt anything from the kisses, but dismissed your thoughts as she clearly didn’t think kissing meant anything.

The first time you made out with Paige Bueckers was two years later, but it led to a an earth-shattering fourth realization:

4. You liked Paige, like a lot, like you wanted to do a lot more with her than kissing (this was extremely shocking, and you resolved never to tell anyone, especially not her)

You were 15 years old, both slightly tipsy at your first high school party. Wanting to seem cool, you’d agreed to play Truth or Dare with the popular kids. Paige picked dare, of course, and you didn’t like the looks that passed over the two of you as the boy that had asked Paige dared her to kiss you for a full minute.

You planned to just press your lips together to hers, hoping that you wouldn’t run out of air somehow, but Paige apparently had other ideas. Within seconds, she was moving her lips confidently, and you were shocked to your core when you felt her tongue dart into your mouth.

Even though Paige had started it, you were terrified that she would know how you felt when you kissed back. She didn’t, of course, and you were only slightly devastated when she pulled away after someone announced that the minute was up.

You made out again in the back of Paige’s dad’s car on the drive home, and it started a tradition of making out drunk at parties. It never meant anything, of course, but you touched yourself to the memories many times after that, always feeling immensely guilty, but never enough to stop.

When you were 17, something shifted in your relationship on a random night. You and Paige were laying in her bed (you were sleeping over at her house), marvelling at being able to do whatever you wanted because her family wasn’t home.

By now, you’d both had a couple of boyfriends, but you never did anything more than kissing because (this took you a while to admit to yourself) you wanted Paige, not them. Your conversation had lapsed into silence, and Paige, emboldened by a confidence that only comes in the darkness, had asked you a decidedly intrusive question.

She asked you what you thought about when you masturbated, and you’d panicked and named a boy that you supposed you thought was hot, not being able to give Paige the real answer (her). You’d quickly turned the question on her, and she’d blushed profusely and mumbled her boyfriend’s name.

Feeling jealous, you’d asked if he’d ever touched her, and she quietly confessed that he had, but had never made her finish. You should’ve expected her to ask you the same thing, but it still caught you off guard when she did.

Taking your silence as embarrassment, Paige had reassured you that it would happen soon and that you didn’t need to be nervous. Then she asked if she could touch you, maintaining that it would be best not to be surprised and react weirdly when a boy eventually did.

You were shocked at the casualness of her words and reminded her that she had a boyfriend, but she reassured you that doing stuff with girls didn’t count. Too hopeful to fully grasp the meaning of her words, you’d agreed and asked to touch her, too, your shaking hands in stark contrast to her slow, assured ones.

Before you knew it, Paige Bueckers became the first person other than yourself to give you an orgasm, and without even putting her fingers inside you (you didn’t want to think about how you’d dreamed about this moment in slightly different circumstances). She confessed after that she’d never made herself feel like that, meaning that you gave her her first ever orgasm (you definitely didn’t want to put too much value into it, but your brain was going absolutely haywire).

Once again, you never talked about it after, even when Paige broke up with her boyfriend a few weeks later. You didn’t want to make anything weird, so you pretended to forget all about it.

You don’t really remember the first time that you and Paige had sex because you were really fucked up. You were 19 at a UConn party after one of Paige’s games, and of course everyone was throwing themselves at her.

You’d started doing shots to numb the jealousy, but Paige had quickly found you and insisted on joining you like her stupid, endearing, ride or die self.

She’d asked if you wanted to smoke with her, and of course you’d agreed. You’d shotgunned, which had turned into making out, but you did it regularly enough that it barely phased you anymore.

You’d started to feel it all hit you, so you’d told her to go back to the party while you tried to find somewhere to sit and sober up a bit, settling on an empty bedroom.

Paige had come in to check on you, because of course she had, and once she’d sat down on the bed to rub your back, you finally had the courage to kiss her first.

You’d woken up in the morning with a pounding headache and a pit in your stomach as memories came back to you in disjointed images.

You remembered pushing Paige onto the bed and tangling your hands in her hair, giggling as her hands found their way under your dress. It got a bit fuzzy after that, but you had a very clear memory of your head between Paige’s legs as you pumped your fingers in and out of her.

You’d shifted and felt a pleasant soreness between your own legs, your jaw dropping as you realized that she must have done the same to you. You were upset that you couldn’t remember it, but also shocked that things had actually gone that far.

Finally registering your surroundings, you’d seen Paige, dressed only in her underwear, passed out beside you in the bed at the frat house where the party had been. Fixing your dress, you’d shaken her awake so that you could both leave.

Paige had been groggy as she put her clothes on, but she’d been awake enough to smirk that you two had a fun night. You weren’t sure what to feel anymore, so you’d just nodded, staying silent on the walk to your dorm.

When you didn’t speak of it again, you almost convinced yourself that it didn’t hurt anymore.

Your last straw was after you and Paige had sex sober. Thinking back, you often wondered how you’d let it happen, but there was no sense lying to yourself. You would always take whatever Paige was willing to give you.

You’d been roommates at UConn for over two years, and despite your complicated feelings, it had been good most of the time. Until Paige had walked into your bedroom and ruined everything.

She’d flopped onto your bed (as she often did), but instead of discussing any topic appropriate for best friends (you were really starting to hate the term), she’d point-blank asked to you to finger her. Nothing Paige Bueckers had ever said shocked you as much as those words coming out of her mouth, so you’d sat in silence as she shamelessly explained that she was really horny and that you’d been really good at it at the party (that you still tried not to think about).

You couldn’t believe that she would bring it up so casually after not speaking of it for almost a year, so you’d assumed that she was joking. Deciding to just go with whatever this bit was, you’d agreed to do it after you finished an important assignment. You expected her to leave soon after, now that the joke was made, but she stayed firmly planted on your bed, and you could feel her staring at your back.

You weren’t sure what to do once you’d finished your assignment, but seeing no other choice, you’d slowly turned around to ask Paige what the hell was going on. Your words had died on your lips as you’d seen how she was laying on your bed, biting her lip as she’d started at you with her legs spread wide.

All she’d needed to do was shift her hips slightly and you’d given in. You’d walked to sit down on your bed, surprised when Paige pulled you into a heated kiss. You’d barely even had time to register that this was the first time you’d made out sober because Paige had ground her hips up against you as she lifted them to take off the basketball shorts she’d been wearing.

You’d tried to take off her panties, but she’d stopped you, so you rubbed her clit through them. Paige was grinding against you urgently, so you’d slid them to the side, plunging a finger into her when you found her dripping wet.

Still locked in the kiss, you’d been surprised to feel Paige clench around your fingers as she came quickly.

You were distracted enough (worrying about the consequences of this latest activity) that Paige was able to wrap her legs around your waist and flip you over onto your back. She was already pulling your sweats off when you’d recovered enough from your surprise to ask what she was doing.

Paige, looking confused, had straddled you and replied that she was returning the favour. You’d like to think that you would’ve been smarter if she hadn’t been rocking her hips against yours, but your only thought in that moment had been that if this was going to ruin the friendship, you at least deserved an orgasm after everything she’d put you through.

Once again, inexplicably, Paige had joined your lips together as she’d slid a hand under your panties (she left them on) to brush over your clit. You’d lost yourself in the feeling of her fingers in your pussy, only opening your eyes when Paige’s lips had left yours. In a sight that was burned into your memory forever, you’d watched her shuffle down the bed and lower her mouth to suck on your clothed clit.

Paige’s fingers were still inside you, and when she’d looked up with her mouth on your clit, you came just from the look in her eyes. It was one of the best orgasms of your life, but as Paige had collapsed onto your chest with a satisfied smile, you’d realized that you couldn’t go through all of this again.

+ 1:

When you’d woken up the next morning, Paige was still sleeping on you, and you’d wanted so badly to confess. Looking down at her beautiful sleeping face, you’d gently shaken her awake. You’d noticed a fearful look in her eyes as she’d quickly sat up and pushed you away. Paige had opened and closed her mouth like she was going to say something, but then she’d turned and ran out of your dorm.

She’d apparently been staying with one of her teammates, but you didn’t know because you hadn’t spoken to her for days. You’d already cried so hard that you’d given yourself a headache, so you didn’t go to class. You were curled up in a kitchen chair drinking tea when the door was thrown open to reveal Paige.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to appear indifferent. “Why are you back?”

“Why aren’t you in class? I didn’t think you’d be here,” Paige said evasively.

“I didn’t feel like going,” you mumbled, suddenly conscious of your puffy eyes.

Paige stepped tentatively into the room and took a deep breath. “I really thought I was gonna have more time to figure out how I was gonna do this, but I guess it’s happening now. I’m so sorry for everything. Nika and Azzi helped me realize how confusing it all must have been for you, and it’s all my fault. I think I just didn’t let myself think I could have anything more than platonic feelings for girls, and then by the time I did, it was already so messed up with us.”

She bit her lip. “I told myself it would be fine because I was scared talk to you, and even more scared to lose you.” Her voice wobbled on the last confession.

Despite everything you’d done with each other, Paige had never been this vulnerable with you. Once again, Paige Bueckers had managed to leave you speechless.

“That’s not an excuse, and I’ve probably ruined this — us — forever, but I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry,” she finished, eyes glued to the floor.

You stood up and walked towards her. “It’s my fault, too. I should’ve said something earlier but I was scared to lose you, too. I’m s-” you started to apologize too, but Paige surged forward to kiss you.

You could feel the passion of years of repressed feelings pouring out as she wrapped her arms around your neck. The sound of the door slamming made you both jump, but Paige quickly pushed you back, pinning you to the wall with her arms on either side of your head.

You’d never kissed Paige like this, and it was everything you’d been missing. She grabbed your thighs and picked you up, easily carrying you to her bed. “I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am,” Paige apologized again as she gently laid you down.

“Why don’t you show me, then?” You whispered, still not completely sure that this wasn’t a dream. Paige stripped off her shirt and your breath caught at the sight of her abs. She squeezed your hips to get you to lift them as she took off your pants, kissing all the way down your legs.

“I want to see you. Take everything off,” you mumbled, still fearing rejection.

“Anything you want,” Paige breathed as she pulled her sportsbra over her head. Somehow, this was the first time that you’d seen her shirtless in years, and you were not disappointed. Tearing your eyes away, you unclipped your own bra as Paige pulled off her pants. She climbed back on top of you after you took off your panties.

This was the first time that you’d been completely naked in front of each other. “You’re so beautiful,” you said adoringly, and Paige was quick to slot your lips together. You were both rolling your hips trying to get friction, so Paige moved one of your legs over hers so your pussies could slide against each other.

You were both moaning as you found a rhythm that had your clits rubbing together. Paige’s hands were tangled in your hair, and you brought your hands up to play with her tits, rolling her nipples between your fingers. The pace of your hips increased, your kisses getting sloppier as you both focused on chasing your pleasure. You came first, and the stutter of your hips was enough to send Paige over the edge as well. You locked eyes, panting into each other’s mouths.

Barely giving you time to recover, Paige’s fingers were on you again, her thumb pressing on your abused clit. Your lips were nearly bleeding from how hard you were biting them as you tried not to scream. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” Paige said soothingly, kissing your clit. She easily slid two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly. You’d calmed down enough from your first orgasm that it was just teasing you more.

“Faster, Paige, please,” you whimpered. Paige instantly complied, starting to attack your clit with her mouth. You were grinding as you fucked yourself on her fingers, and she was letting you, her tongue still managing to stimulate your clit. Paige’s fingers curled just the right way and soon you were holding her head between your thighs as you came again.

Paige faced you, laying down on her side, and you held eye contact with her as you sucked your juices from her fingers.

“My turn,” you smirked, lightly pushing Paige onto her back to climb on top of her. Her face was flushed and her lips were slick with spit and your juices. You wanted to devour her. Leaning down to kiss Paige hungrily, your wet pussy slid against her abs and you moaned into her mouth.

You took the time to do the things you’d always wanted to do — biting her lips, sucking on her tits, leaving hickeys all over her body. Paige squeezed her legs shut as she writhed under your touch, so you pulled them apart, excited when you saw how wet she was.

“Need you,” Paige whined unexpectedly. Not wanting to deny her pleasure, you used your tongue to spread her wetness. You started to tease her clit with your fingers as you pushed your tongue inside her. Paige was squirming so much that you had to grab her thighs to keep her still.

You kept going until she was screaming that she was close, quickly replacing your tongue with your fingers as your mouth closed around her swollen clit. Paige grabbed the hand that was still on her thigh, squeezing it as she came. Her hips bucked wildly as she moaned your name like a prayer.

You were careful to be as gentle as possible as you went to lay down beside her. Paige was still too out of breath to speak, her body twitching with aftershocks of her orgasm. “So that meant something to you?” You felt the need to ask, turning to make eye contact with her.

She was already looking at you tenderly. “Of course it did… that you’re my girlfriend now, if that’s something you’d want,” she said nervously.

You couldn’t help but smile as you pecked her swollen lips. “Of course I want that, if it’s something you want,” you mirrored her words.

Paige was smiling now, too. “Shut up, you’re not funny!”

“I’m funnier than you, at least,” you retorted as you pressed yourself against her body.

#paige my love #intimacy #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader

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BUS RIDE

word count: 1.3k

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, exhibitionism?

prompts:

caitlin fingering you on the bus on the way to a game

jealous caitlin (kinda)

You jumped out of bed as soon as your alarm went off. You were travelling with the team today! After checking that you had everything, you made a quick breakfast and called Caitlin.

“Good morning, babe!” you chirped excitedly. “Are you up yet? Did you pack last night?”

You heard bedsheets shift as Caitlin sat up and groaned. “Don’t worry, love, I’m packed. What are you so excited about this early in the morning?” she wondered, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Come on, it’s our first away game of the season! Why aren’t you excited?” you retorted as you cleaned up your dishes.

“Because it’s literally 5am,” Caitlin grumbled. “And it’s such a long drive, you’ll get bored of it so fast.”

“Whatever, I’m still excited. You had better be happier when I see you on the bus,” you threatened jokingly. “Speaking of which, I’m leaving now so see you there!” You barely gave Caitlin a chance to say goodbye before you were hanging up, grabbing your bags, and rushing out of your dorm.

You put your bags on the bus and climbed in, realizing that Kate was the only person already there.

“Hi, Kate!” You waved at her exaggeratedly.

“Why are you here so early?” she asked you.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you retorted. “I’m just really excited for some reason.”

“Me too, actually,” giggled Kate. You sat in the empty seat next to her and chatted as the bus slowly filled up.

Caitlin finally stuck her head through the door, still looking grumpy. You watched her eyes scan the bus to find you, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw you sitting with Kate.

You turned to Kate again, ignoring your girlfriend as a joke. “She looks so jealous,” Kate said quietly, nudging you with her shoulder.

“Fine, I guess I’ll go hang out with her,” you sighed dramatically as you stood up. Caitlin had just passed your seat, so you followed her to the back. Caitlin sat down heavily and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Is something wrong, princess?” you asked sweetly, straddling Caitlin for a few seconds as you climbed into the window seat.

“It’s cold, I’m exhausted, and my girlfriend was sitting with another girl,” she pouted.

You pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re ridiculous! Kate is my friend, and yours too. I’m all yours now, don’t worry.” Laughing, you kissed the tip of her nose.

“Whatever, let’s just go to sleep.” Caitlin couldn’t stop a small smile from showing on her face. You got your AirPods out while she spread a blanket over the two of you.

You shuffled your chill playlist and sighed contentedly, snuggling into Caitlin and closing your eyes. You focused on the sounds of the road and the music, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Your breath caught and your eyes snapped open as you felt Caitlin grab your leg, draping it over her lap and pulling you closer. You shot her a confused look, but she just closed her eyes, resting her hand on your thigh.

You closed your eyes again, but were too distracted to fall asleep. Caitlin’s hand was very high up, and she was lightly tracing shapes on your inner thigh. The basketball shorts that you were wearing had already rolled up from the way that you were sitting, but when you felt Caitlin’s thumb graze the hem of your panties, you knew that she was doing this on purpose.

“Not right now,” you breathed, trying not to look like anything suspicious was going on.

Caitlin didn’t even open her eyes. “Why not? We have so much time,” she mumbled.

“Someone could see! We’d be in so much trouble!” The panicked edge to your voice must have convinced her because she stopped her movements, instead sliding her fingers just under your waistband. You opened your mouth to protest again, but decided against it when you realized that her hand wasn’t moving.

Your relief was short-lived, because even though Caitlin had listened and appeared to be asleep, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if you’d let her continue. Trying to calm down, you shifted in your seat, but your movement caused Caitlin’s finger to brush against your clit. Biting your lip to stifle a moan, you came to a decision.

“Cait, wake up,” you whined, running a hand down her arm. She blinked slowly and looked down at you.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. You nodded quickly, shifting against her hand and hoping that she got the hint.

“Forget what I said earlier. Please touch me,” you mumbled desperately.

Caitlin didn’t answer, only smirking as she moved her hand down. She closed her eyes again as she started a slow rhythm on your clit with two fingers.

You buried your face in her chest to hide the blush on your cheeks, resisting the urge to roll your hips. Caitlin was applying just enough pressure, and it felt amazing.

You slowly relaxed, dropping your head onto Caitlin’s shoulder. You allowed the fog of pleasure to overcome your thoughts of getting caught, closing your eyes with a shaky exhale.

Caitlin continued at the same pace, occasionally dipping a finger into your entrance to gather some wetness. Your complete trust in her allowed your mind to really wander. You imagined how hot her fingers looked under the blanket and hoped that she didn’t notice your breathing hitch.

You knew that Caitlin was getting off on this, and it made you wonder how far she would go. Your mind conjured images of her on her knees in front of the seat as she ate you out, the blanket long gone, and you shuddered as your breathing got heavier.

This time, Caitlin noticed. “What do you need?” She pressed her lips to the top of your head.

“Keep going,” was all you managed to say.

Looking around, Caitlin started to increase the pace of her fingers. Practically panting at this point, you pulled your sweater over your face to muffle the sound.

“I know, love, I know,” Caitlin said soothingly. She titled your head up with her free hand and leaned close to your ear. “Look at me, I wanna see your face when you cum.”

You found yourself blushing again, the intensity of her words and her fingers setting your body on fire. She pressed harder on your clit, and it was enough to make your eyes roll back in your head.

Your whole body shuddered as your orgasm hit suddenly, and you weren’t quite able to stop a moan escaping from your open lips. You closed your eyes and willed yourself not to react to the overpowering feeling of pleasure spreading out across your body, still trying not to draw attention even as your mind became fuzzy.

Caitlin kept rubbing tight circles on your clit, drawing out the feeling of euphoria. She decreased the pressure once she saw your eyes focus back on her. “That was so hot,” she said onto your lips, pulling you in for a kiss.

You watched Caitlin gingerly slide her hand out of your shorts and wipe it on the blanket. “I can’t believe we just did that,” you said breathlessly. Seeing that it was now fully light out, you checked the time on your phone. “You got me off for two hours?” You asked in disbelief. “Cait, how is your hand not cramped? We have a game this afternoon!”

Caitlin rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, consider it endurance training or something,” she brushed off your concern. “Besides, it wasn’t even my shooting hand.”

You smacked her playfully on the arm before laying down in her lap, already questioning where the confidence to do that had come from. “You’re actually insane,” you giggled, looking up at her adoringly.

#cait my love #bus ride #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader

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sellawrites · 1 year

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HATE THE PLAYER, NOT THE GAME

word count: 2.1k

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, explicit language

prompts:

mid fight and caitlin just grabs your face and kisses you with all the passion in the world

“we really shouldn’t” “tell me to stop and i will”

caitlin doing the gay ass knee thing to you

you and caitlin being rivals and also exes but you’ll still hook up time to time (usually it’s just wild hate sex after games) but during this certain game you’re both just one upping the other and it reaches a point where she comes up to your ear and mumbles, “keep it up, you’ll need that energy for later as well”

caitlin pulling you in by your waist and moaning in your mouth while making out

Playing for Maryland, you first knew Caitlin Clark as “that bitch from Iowa” who talked a lot of shit but dropped 30 a game to back it up. Admittedly, you didn’t believe it at the start. Sure, you’d seen video and scouting reports, but she was a freshman like you, so you figured it had to be some extended beginners’ luck.

That was until you played her for the first time and she got a 34-point triple-double, your impressive 22 point double-double (the first of your career, and of course you got the same number of points as her number) paling in comparison. Through it all, she didn’t even seem to break a sweat, and bantered back at you with as much fire as you gave her, which made you more upset than the final score did. It was at that moment that you decided that you hated Caitlin Clark.

You figured that would probably be as much as your relationship would develop, and it stayed that way until halfway through sophomore year when she cornered you in an empty hallway after a game and kissed you within an inch of your life (you didn’t want to think about why you kissed back so eagerly). After that, you figured that you guys probably had some stuff to talk about, so you messaged her on Instagram and got coffee.

This lead to a 10-month-long relationship, but you had to end it when the long distance became too much. You were both jealous by nature, and the separation was only making it worse.

Your first game against Caitlin after the breakup was intense, both of you playing like you had something to prove. After the game ended, you’d tried to be civil and left the gym together, but it had turned into another argument. You were practically screaming at each other in yet another empty hallway when Caitlin had grabbed your face and kissed you as passionately as she ever had, pinning you against the wall with a knee in between your legs.

You’d pulled away. “We can’t do this again, Caitlin,” you’d protested weakly, already grinding down on her knee.

Caitlin had laughed at you as she’d started to kiss your neck. “Tell me to stop right now, and I will,” she’d offered with a smirk. “But this could be good for us. It doesn’t have to mean anything, it can just be sex.”

You were ashamed to admit that that was all the convincing that it took for you to give in, riding Caitlin’s thigh to an orgasm as she swallowed your moans. You’d dragged her out to your car to make her cum on your tongue and she’d left immediately after, but it had set a precedent. Against your better judgment, you now often found yourself sneaking away with her after games to have what was undeniably good sex.

This game, however, had you vowing to break that pattern. You were seething as Caitlin drew yet another foul on a shot that she never would’ve made, winking at you as she easily sunk the two free throws. To make matters worse, you had picked up a stupid technical foul because of her. There was not a thing in the world that could convince you to have sex with Caitlin Clark after this.

The next time that you had the ball, you resolved to humiliate her. Faking a pass, you buried a step-back three right over Caitlin. You smiled sweetly at her as you ran back on defence. Your smile faded as she hit a three in transition from even farther back than you’d been. On the next possession, you made a tough layup and the foul shot as well. Seemingly unbothered, Caitlin replied by breaking away from a double-team to hit another perfect three.

You were both relentless, matching each other point for point. No one other than you and Caitlin had scored in second quarter, and you were both on 12-point scoring runs. The play was moving fast and you were both clearly getting tired, so you were thankful when a timeout was finally called.

As Caitlin walked by you on the way to her bench, she pressed her lips almost to your ear. “Be careful, you need to save some of that energy for later,” she whispered, throwing a heated look over her shoulder.

You hoped that there were miraculously no cameras on you, because you could feel your body betraying you by blushing furiously. Obviously, you knew that you and Caitlin were currently the talk of the game, so you prayed that the announcers would dismiss it as more banter.

Your team had possession out of the timeout, and of course the ball went to you. Driving to the hoop, you reached to make the layup and slammed into Caitlin, who had somehow gotten there before you. The whistle blew as you fell to the ground, both of you thinking that the foul was on the other person.

You locked eyes as you were both pulled up by your teammates, waiting on the call. Your mouth opened in shock as it was announced that Caitlin had gotten an FF2, resulting in an immediate ejection from the game. She stormed over to the refs, hands already in the air, and had to be pulled away by her coaches.

“Bye!” You waved at her as she left, and blew a few kisses for good measure. Hearing the whistle again, you turned in shock to see them call an unsportsmanlike technical foul on you. It was your second, meaning that you had to leave as well.

Giving the refs a death glare, you stormed out after Caitlin. When you got out of the gym, you saw her back disappearing into her team’s locker room. You threw open the door to find her sitting on one of the benches with her head down, breathing hard.

“I’m actually going to kill you,” you threatened, almost believing it yourself.

Caitlin slowly looked up at you, clenching her jaw. “Oh, you’re going to kill me?” she said through gritted teeth, standing up. “That was a charge and you know it! Thanks to you, I just got ejected from a game for the first time ever!”

You took a step closer to her. “Oh, relax! You still got 31 points! You and your fucking ego!” Your voice was getting louder as the argument escalated. “You didn’t need to talk back to the ref and piss him off, but you just had to have the last word, didn’t you?”

Caitlin didn’t even flinch. “My ego, really? I think you mean my pride. Of course I’m going to argue a call when it’s as obviously wrong as that one!” She stopped to take a breath, running her tongue over her lips, and it snapped whatever restraint you had.

Not feeling entirely in control of your own body, you roughly grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a bruising kiss. You used Caitlin’s gasp of surprise as an opportunity to slip your tongue into her mouth. She moaned loudly and pulled you closer, her hands wrapping around your waist.

You leaned into the kiss, making her back up until she hit the wall. “Lift your arms,” you murmured onto her lips. She complied, allowing you to pull her jersey over her head. You quickly discarded your own jersey and pinned her arms above her head as you kissed her again, shoving a knee between her legs.

You tugged on her bottom lip with your teeth, smiling in satisfaction as her back arched, further pressing your bodies together.

“Need… you,” Caitlin panted. “Take off your shorts.” You needed her as well, but were too pissed to admit it.

“Are we doing this?” You tried to sound exasperated, but couldn’t keep the eagerness out of your voice as you did as she said.

“Yes,” Caitlin rolled her eyes. “I know you love this as much as I do,” she breathed into your ear, holding eye contact as she took off her bra.

You kissed down her body, stopping to tease her nipples with your tongue. When you got to her stomach, you pulled her shorts off. Her panties were visibly soaked, and you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat or arousal. Deciding that you didn’t care, you pulled them off and plunged two fingers into her pussy.

Caitlin moaned loudly, throwing her head back. You continued to move your fingers inside her as you lowered your mouth to her clit. At the first lick of your tongue, Caitlin grabbed your braid and pulled your mouth away.

“I wanna fuck you,” she whined, looking into your eyes.

“Here?” you asked. Your chin was still tilted up to look at her by your her grip on your hair. Not breaking eye contact, you slowly slid your fingers out of her pussy and took your time licking them clean.

Caitlin finally let go of your hair. “Just come here,” she mumbled. She laid down on a bench in the middle of the room, leaving her legs spread wide.

You stripped off your bra and panties, scrambling to climb on top of her and straddle her leg. You kissed her hungrily, gasping as she reached up to fondle your tits. You bit Caitlin’s lip almost hard enough to draw blood, and her hips bucked in a way that perfectly stimulated your clit.

You rolled your hips, your pussies sliding against each other. Caitlin desperately thrust her hips up to match your pace, both of you panting and moaning into each other’s mouths. Once you found your rhythm, you captured Caitlin’s mouth with your own again.

As much as she aggravated you, you had to admit that you couldn’t get enough of her. Her lips were addicting, and the feeling of her clit rubbing against yours was heavenly. Caitlin’s hands ran down your back, and you wondered if there were going to be scratch marks later.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m so close,” moaned Caitlin, her grip on your waist tightening.

Her voice sounded ruined, and it did something to you. “Me too,” you gasped, biting your lip to stifle your own moans. You sat up to get a better angle and looked down to see Caitlin watching you intently. The weight of her gaze made your heart beat wildly.

“You look so pretty riding me like that,” she said huskily. Hating that she knew exactly what got to you, you couldn’t stop your orgasm from hitting. Planting your hands on Caitlin’s stomach, you threw your head back as pleasure coursed through your body.

The sight of you falling apart was enough to send Caitlin over the edge, her breath stuttering as she came. Keeping her hands on your waist, she guided your bodies through your orgasms. You collapsed onto Caitlin and laid there for a minute, unable to move. Neither of you said anything, your chests rising and falling in unison.

When you trusted your legs enough to stand, you gingerly climbed off of Caitlin and got some wet paper towels. You cleaned each other up the best that you could and put your clothes back on.

You sat down on a bench as Caitlin went to the mirror to fix her hair, and silence filled the room again. “That was… intense,” you began, not really sure what to say.

“Yeah, it was,” she turned to you. “Maybe getting ejected wasn’t the worst thing. You should probably fix your hair, too,” she suggested, turning away again.

You stood up with a groan, knowing that she was right. “Oh my god,” you smirked at her through the mirror, adjusting your ponytail. “You’re going to be all over the news tomorrow!” You gave up on fixing the braid, deciding to put your hair into a low bun.

“So are you,” retorted Caitlin. “How is that funny?”

“No one cares about me, I’m not the Caitlin Clark,” you said with an air of superiority. “This has been fun, but I’m off to have a normal night, which is a privilege that you won’t get!”

You blew her a kiss as you walked backwards towards the locker room door. Before you could pull it towards you, it was thrown open from the other side and Iowa players started streaming in.

“What are YOU doing here?” asked Caitlin’s teammate, Gabbie, her tone hostile.

“I was just leaving,” you said sweetly. “Me and Caitlin were just… talking.” You paused to accentuate your point, winking at Gabbie.

Caitlin had overheard the whole conversation. “Fuck you!” she said, sounding genuinely irritated as she shoved you out the door.

“Any time,” you tossed over your shoulder on your way to your team’s locker room.

#cait my love #hate the player not the game #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader

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sellawrites · 1 year

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SUIT AND TIE

word count: 1.4k

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️

swearing, slightly explicit themes

prompts:

caitlin saying “my girl” for the first time about you in an interview and it just makes you blush

coming home from the awards together and caitlin is in a suit that’s sloppily falling off her at this point since you’re both pretty drunk and you pull her to your room by her tie

making out with her so hard she loses balance and you both fall to the ground but she makes sure you fall on her

sloppily and lazily making out

The awards ceremony had been a blur. From meeting everyone on the team to evading interviewers, the whole night had been so overwhelming in a good way. Yes, your girlfriend had won another Player of the Year award, but your favourite part was when she’d called you her girl for the first time, her eyes shining with adoration while you blushed wildly beside her.

Soon after that, everyone had started drinking, and you were on top of the world as you danced with Caitlin, then Gabbie, and so many people that you didn’t even know. You could feel Caitlin’s eyes on you the whole time, but you were looking at her, too. You’d finally convinced her to wear a suit, and it was one of the greatest accomplishments of your life, because she looked fucking amazing.

Deciding that you’d danced enough, you went to go find Caitlin. You found her and Monika talking, leaning against the wall as they sipped their drinks. “Hey, ladies,” you giggled, twirling and dramatically falling into Caitlin. She easily caught you with one arm, and you took the opportunity to lean into her even more.

“What are you guys talking about?” you asked once the room stopped spinning.

Monika leaned in conspiratorially. “I honestly don’t even remember. I don’t think I’ve been - we’ve been - this drunk in a while,” she admitted.

Your brain was taking a while to catch up. “We?”

Monika leaned even closer so she could whisper in your ear. “Try talking to your girlfriend right now, she is so out of it!” Both of you looked at Caitlin and burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” she slurred, making you laugh even harder.

Ignoring her, you turned to Monika. “Watch this, I have a test to see how drunk she is.” You ducked out of Caitlin’s hold and slowly took a few steps back from the wall. “Can you please come over here, babe? I wanna tell you something,” you asked sweetly.

Caitlin tried to walk over, but she swayed as she pushed off the wall, her eyes widening as she fought to keep her balance. “Damn! Good thing you didn’t wear heels tonight,” remarked Monika. “I actually have a drunk test for her as well. Caitlin, can you tell me a secret about your girlfriend?”

Caitlin smirked. “She once told me that she wanted to have a threesome-”

“Don’t you DARE finish that sentence,” you cut her off. “I told you that confidence, AND IT WAS A JOKE AND YOU KNOW IT!”

Caitlin’s smile widened. “-with Kate,” she whispered, cackling.

“WHAT?” shrieked Monika. “Do I even want to know?”

Your head was starting to hurt. You pointed at Caitlin. “Not another word from you,” you threatened. You turned to Monika and pointed at her accusingly. “And you! First of all, not a word of this to anyone, second of all, I promise it was a joke that makes sense with context, and third of all, WHAT THE FUCK?”

Monika was laughing so hard, she could barely speak. She raised her hands in surrender. “My lips are sealed, don’t worry. But Kate might be into that, you could always ask…” she dodged your half-hearted attempt to smack her. “Don’t blame me, I was just showing you the test.”

Hearing all the noise, Kate had wandered over. “What’s everyone laughing about over here?” she asked.

Monika’s face was bright red as she howled from laughter. “Caitlin’s just really drunk,” she gasped, holding her stomach. “We’re good though, don’t worry.”

Kate looked unconvinced. “If you say so… let me know if you need anything, I guess,” she shrugged, turning away.

Monika stared at you, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “I mean, technically Kate just offered,” she said innocently, unable to hide her smile.

You didn’t even give her an answer, grabbing Caitlin’s drink and downing the rest. “Fine, no hard feelings, but I think we’re gonna go. I can’t have anymore of my secrets exposed,” you said good-naturedly.

You called an Uber and said goodbye to everyone. It finally arrived and you and Caitlin collapsed into the back. “How do I feel more drunk now than I did in there?” mumbled Caitlin, leaning into you.

“I get it, I do too,” you whispered back. “I feel like I’m floating or something.” The rest of the ride was silent as you both tried to sober up enough to be able to walk up to your dorm.

You thanked the driver and paid, noticing a sour expression on Caitlin’s face. “What’s wrong?” you asked gently, cupping her face in your hands.

“I wanted to pay, but I couldn’t find my wallet,” Caitlin pouted.

For what seemed like the millionth time that night, you were unable to hold back a laugh. “That’s because I have it. You’re so adorable, babe.” You kissed the tip of her nose.

When you made it into your dorm, you turned on the light and realized how disheveled you and Caitlin looked. Her suit jacket was falling off and somehow her tie had loosened to the point that it was almost completely undone, and holy fuck was she ever pulling it off. Your dress was bunched high up on your thighs and you remembered with a start that you’d worn a cardigan to the ceremony. It was now nowhere to be found.

Deciding that you didn’t care, you focused on taking off your shoes. Getting an idea, you stood up and hooked two fingers through the knot of Caitlin’s tie. “Follow me.” You winked at her as you walked to your bedroom.

Caitlin let herself be led, but not without complaint. “This is so unfair. I can’t do that to you! Why didn’t you wear a suit?”

Now in the middle of your bedroom, you turned to look at her. “Because I enjoy ironically validating the heteronormative stereotypes of events like that,” you deadpanned, using every ounce of sobriety in your body to not keel over with laughter.

Caitlin looked at you incredulously, shaking her head. “Shut the fuck up,” she replied sincerely.

“Make me,” you challenged her. Giggling, you pulled on her tie to bring her closer to you. Her hands found their way to your waist as your lips crashed together. You pressed your body against hers as you deepened the kiss, letting go of the tie in favour of tangling your hands in her hair.

You may have pushed a little too hard, because the next thing you knew, you were both falling. Caitlin was able to pull you into her chest as you fell, making sure that she landed first. Your heart swelled at the gesture and how naturally she’d done it. Luckily, your room was small, so you landed on the bed.

“Thank you for protecting me,” you smiled as you leaned in. Caitlin let you plant kisses on her face for a few minutes before grabbing your face and slotting your lips together.

Not breaking the kiss, you shifted your legs so that you were straddling Caitlin, your dress now gathered at your waist. You played with Caitlin’s hair as you made out, and she traced her hands up and down your body.

You ground your hips into hers as the kiss deepened, her hands on your waist guiding your movements. You pulled away to get some air, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Smiling down at Caitlin with heavy-lidded eyes, you licked your lips.

“This is so good, babe, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” you confessed sheepishly.

“I know, I’m exhausted, too,” Caitlin agreed. “Lay down and we can cuddle.”

You pulled your dress over your head and tossed it onto the floor, shooting Caitlin a look. “Don’t get any ideas, I’m just getting comfortable for bed, and you should too.” You gestured at her many layers of clothes.

Caitlin sat up and stuck her bottom lip out. “Fine, but you’re going to have to have to help me,” she retorted, giving you puppy dog eyes. You helped her out of her clothes and you both collapsed into bed. Caitlin pulled you close, planting open-mouthed kisses on your ear and neck that got slower as she got tired. You both fell asleep quickly, warmed by the heat of each others’ bodies.

#cait my love #suit and tie #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader

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MEET ME IN THE POURING RAIN

word count: 2k

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️

swearing, angst (somehow)

prompts:

the fame and pressure hitting caitlin a bit differently one day that she leaves practice early which she never does. her worried teammates all text you about it when you’re in the library and you quickly leave and you eventually find her shooting shots alone in an outside court off campus

best friends to lovers (i had to)

you and caitlin’s first kiss being outside in the rain

You woke up to your phone ringing, realizing with a start that you’d fallen asleep studying in the library. Seeing who it was, you immediately answered. “Hey Mon, what’s up?” you asked groggily.

“Did you not get any of my texts?” Monika practically screamed into the phone. “We’re really worried about Caitlin! Do you know where she is?”

“What happened?” you asked worriedly. Frantically, you opened your messages to see 16 different texts from Monika, Kate, and some more of Caitlin’s teammates that you barely knew.

Monika sighed. “I don’t know. She seemed fine most of practice, but near the end she missed a 3 and just ran out. That’s never happened before, and it was a really tough shot anyway. Please tell me you found her!” Monika’s voice broke and a pit settled in your stomach.

“I’m so sorry, Mon, I was studying and fell asleep. I’m just seeing all this now, but I promise I’ll go find her,” you attempted to reassure her.

“Thank you so much! I’ll let you know if she comes back, but I have to get back to practice,” Monika said regretfully.

“It’s alright, you’ve done what you can. I’m sure she’s fine,” you said brightly, hoping Monika couldn’t see through the fake positivity.

You packed up your books in record time and sprinted to the dorm you shared with Caitlin. You knocked before entering in case she needed privacy, but you knew that it didn’t matter the second you stepped inside. Everything was exactly how you’d left it. She hadn’t even come here and definitely wasn’t here now.

Dumping your books on the table, you tried to call Caitlin again and again, but everything went to voicemail. You started to panic. This wasn’t like her at all.

You rushed around campus looking everywhere that you’d ever gone with Caitlin, but had no luck. It was getting dark and the tears that you’d been fighting back were starting to spill down your cheeks. You realized that it had started raining at some point, but you were so focused on finding Caitlin that you hadn’t noticed.

Resolving to call the police if she wasn’t in your dorm when you got back, you turned to go home, crying openly now. Suddenly, you remembered the hidden basketball court in a park 5 minutes away from campus.

It didn’t make a lot of sense, but you decided that it was worth a shot. When you and Caitlin had passed it months ago, it hadn’t seemed like anything special to you, but Caitlin had been ecstatic. “It’s purple! Have you ever seen a purple basketball court? And the bushes on all the sides? It’s so awesome!” she’d gushed as you’d rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, you’d stayed with her for another half hour as she ran around and shot imaginary baskets before you’d both collapsed onto the ground and laughed hysterically.

You were so lost in the memory that you were surprised to already see the four tall hedges that surrounded the court looming in front of you. You took a deep breath and brushed the wet hair out of your face. You knew you needed to go in, but you hesitated at the gate. If she wasn’t there, what would you do with yourself?

Concern for Caitlin outweighed your worst-case scenario thoughts, and you opened the gate and stepped onto familiar purple court. The gate was close to the bleachers, so you couldn’t see if anyone was there in the fading light. You took a few tentative steps forward before hearing the clang of a ball bouncing off the rim followed by cursing in a voice that you immediately recognized as Caitlin’s.

You wanted to run over to her, but realized that she maybe still needed some space if she had gone to all this trouble not to let anyone know where she was. You were already drenched, so you sat down on the bleachers with a sigh. You watched Caitlin shoot over and over and over again, making perfect shot after perfect shot. She shot from everywhere, and when you thought to start counting, she made 37 shots in a row. Finally, the ball rolled around the rim and out, and Caitlin sank to the ground with her head in her hands.

You cautiously walked over to her. “Linnie, it’s me. Everyone is so worried about you. Mon, Kate, your whole team. What’s wrong?” you asked, keeping your voice calm. You hoped that using your childhood nickname for her would be comforting somehow.

Caitlin looked up at you in confusion and you could see the tear tracks on her face even in the rain. “How did you find me? And Linnie? Really? It’s been years. Please just leave me alone… I have to fix my shot and I can’t deal with other people watching. I’m fine.” Her words were firm but her voice caught on the last declaration.

You didn’t know exactly why, but you were suddenly angry. “No, you’re clearly not fine! And don’t lie to me, I don’t deserve that! We all called and texted, you should’ve answered someone. Do you know how scary that was for all of us? For me? You’re the most important person in my life and I couldn’t get to you! Caitlin, I was just about to call the police for fuck’s sake!”

Caitlin took a shaky breath before blurting out an explanation. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would mind. I just needed to get away and I couldn’t bring myself to go back. You’re making this so much harder, please just go,” she whispered, looking up at you with glistening eyes. “I’ll come back tonight, I promise.”

“Caitlin Elizabeth Clark, I’ve never left you before and I’m not leaving you now,” you declared. “If you want to stay here and shoot for some reason, I’ll stay with you. But I don’t think that’s going to fix whatever is up with you. You and I both know that your shot is perfect, so it has to be something else. Please, just talk to me.” Caitlin opened her mouth like she was going to speak, but closed it again. Shrinking under your determined gaze, she sat down and stared at the ground.

“No matter what I do, I know that it’s never going to be good enough. I’m never going to be good enough! How can I be what they say I should be if I can’t even hit 50 shots in a row? All those times my dad yelled at me to try harder, and it didn’t even matter!” Caitlin shook as sobs wracked her body and you swore that you felt your heart shatter. “I just- I just don’t want to let anyone down! There’s so many peoples’ hopes riding on me and I don’t want to disappoint them,” she sniffled, still refusing to look at you. You sat down beside her and tentatively placed your hand on her back.

“It’s okay… it’s not your fault if people care that much about what you do, and you’re amazing already. This is proof that you care so much, which will make you fantastic,” you praised her. “You’ve won so many awards already, and through it all you’re the same wonderful person that you’ve been since I met you.” You realized you were crying now, too. Caitlin buried her head in your shoulder, clearly crying again. You gently tilted her chin up so you could look at her.

“Listen to me, okay Linnie? If it’s too much, you can always stop or take a break and no one will fault you for it or if they do I’ll punch them. No one wants to see you work so hard that you stop having fun! 50 shots in a row is insane, and somehow you still almost made it on a non-regulation outdoor court that you’ve never played on, in the pouring rain, in a terrible mental state, while crying your eyes out! Do you understand how actually crazy that is?” You couldn’t help but be a bit in awe of her, even given the circumstances.

“I only made 44 in a row, that’s not even that close,” Caitlin pouted. “And I don’t want to take a break, I think today was just weird or something because I promise I’m not usually like this,” she rambled as you moved her hair away from her face. “And how is this crazy? I know it’s not the easiest solution, but it’s not my fault that it started raining, and-” You cut her off with a kiss, not knowing how else to express all of your emotions that had just surfaced.

“Shit Caitlin, I’m sorry! That was so wrong, I should’ve asked first, or just not done it… I’m so sorry please forget about that,” you apologized instantly. To your surprise, Caitlin was smiling for the first time since you’d found her.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” she said quietly, looking into your eyes. You watched her gaze shift briefly to your lips and were sure that you had to be imagining it. There was no way that your best friend could possibly feel the same way, was there?

Still smiling, Caitlin laid down on her back and pulled you on top of her. You barely had time to notice how beautiful she looked with her wet hair fanned out around her head before she was grabbing your face and pressing your lips together.

Caitlin pulled away just enough to speak, keeping your foreheads pressed together. “Do you know how many years I’ve been waiting for you to do that?” she said almost reverently.

“Years?” you exclaimed in shock. “I literally realized I was in love with you like a minute ago!”

“You’re in love with me?” Caitlin asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.

You thought back to all your years of friendship. You’d done everything for her. You weren’t sure if best friends followed each other to university, but you were sure that they didn’t look at each other the way you’d been looking at Caitlin since you were 15.

“I think I always have been,” you smiled. “I think there’s just always been so much going on that I didn’t notice until now somehow.”

“Oh. my. god. You love me!” Caitlin was grinning like a maniac. “I love you too, by the way,” she smirked, kissing your forehead. Her joy was contagious. Soon, you couldn’t stop smiling either.

“I don’t really want to ask you this while I’m sitting on top of you, but would you, Caitlin Clark, the greatest basketball player ever, who is allowed to take breaks, like to be my girlfriend?” you asked, throwing a pointed look in her direction when you mentioned taking breaks.

“I would love to… as long as the breaks are time to hang out with you,” Caitlin agreed enthusiastically. You smiled down at her. Tangling your hands in her hair, you leaned in for a passionate kiss. You made out on the court until the crack of lightning made you both jump away from each other.

“I think we should get home,” you said, offering Caitlin your hand. She accepted it, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug once she was on her feet.

“Thank you for finding me,” she mumbled into your neck. You felt her say something else as she pulled away, but didn’t know what it was.

“You’re welcome, I’d do it every time,” you replied. “What did you say after that, though?”

Caitlin smiled evilly. “I suggested that we have a hot shower together when we get home,” she said casually as she went to pick up her basketball.

“What the fuck, Caitlin? We haven’t even been dating for an hour!” you yelled after her, trying to keep the smile out of your voice.

“I guess that’s something I have to look forward to, then,” she tossed over her shoulder. You ran to catch up with her, rolling your eyes.

You left the park hand in hand, warmed by the sun that had miraculously broken through the storm clouds.

#cait my love #meet me in the pouring rain #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader

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MOVIE NIGHT

word count: 1.25k

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

⚠️warnings⚠️

explicit smut, explicit language

prompts:

wearing one of caitlin’s jerseys for fun and when she walks in and notices, you say something like “oh, do you want it back?” to which caitlin replies “no, it looks way better on you” while smirking

caitlin’s thumb brushing under your shorts while you’re watching a movie together

caitlin playing with your clit from the back while cuddling

You paced around Caitlin’s dorm in your underwear, not sure what to put on. You were planning on having a movie night, so you had decided to just shower at her place, but you’d apparently forgotten to bring a comfy shirt to change into. Suddenly, you remembered Caitlin mentioning that she was doing laundry that day, and it gave you an idea.

You went into Caitlin’s bedroom, and sure enough, there was a pile of clean clothes on her bed. You saw the corner of her black jersey and knew instantly what you wanted to wear. You quickly put it on along with shorts that were admittedly too short to wear out (you were wearing them for your girlfriend). You walked out into the kitchen to see Caitlin unpacking groceries with her back to you.

“Hey babe, did you find everything we needed?” you asked her.

“Yep! I’ve got popcorn, chocolate, gummies…” Caitlin trailed off as she turned around and saw what you were wearing. She raised an eyebrow.

“Do you need it for a game or something? I can take it off if you want,” you offered, unsure if she was upset.

“No, keep it on. It looks way better on you anyway,” she smirked, her eyes now glued to your nearly bare thighs.

“I know it does,” you replied sweetly. Caitlin responded by slapping your ass as you turned away to go set up the movie.

You’d just finished putting away Caitlin’s clothes when she came in with all the snacks. “How did you manage not to have a movie ready by now?” she taunted.

You stuck your tongue out at her. “Maybe I would have if someone didn’t need me to put their clothes away like a 5-year-old!”

Caitlin put the snacks down on the bed and raised her hands in surrender. “Fair enough, actually,” she chuckled, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Caitlin! The movie hasn’t even started yet! Why is your hand already on my ass?” you fake pouted.

Caitlin put her hands on your shoulders and stepped back to look at you. “I just really like this outfit,” she said innocently. “My jersey looks really good on you.”

“Whatever, let’s just watch the movie,” you mumbled, turning away to hide how much you were blushing.

You and Caitlin settled into bed. You started out sitting side by side, but once the snacks ran out, you laid down. Caitlin wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, pressing your bodies together. It wasn’t long before her hand snaked under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

This simple action had you on edge, making you hyper aware of every tiny shift of Caitlin’s body against yours. Because of this, you almost lost your mind when Caitlin started to trace slow circles on your stomach, her fingers brushing the top of your shorts. You bit your lip, not wanting to her see how much it affected you.

Despite your best efforts, you were unable to mask your sharp intake of breath when Caitlin’s thumb dipped below the waistband of your shorts. The circles stopped after that, but her hand kept moving down, her fingers so close to where you needed them.

“Can I do something?” Caitlin asked, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was pressed into.

“Of course,” you said hopefully. “What is it?”

“Take your shorts off. And your underwear,” Caitlin said matter-of-factly. You hurried to comply, unable to keep the excited smile off your face. You laid back down and the circles on your stomach started again.

The touches got lighter and lighter until your whole body was shivering with every whisper of her fingers against your skin. You pushed your ass against her in frustration. “Caitlin, touch me, please,” you whined.

“But I am touching you,” she replied, obvious sarcasm in her voice.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.” You went to move your hand between your legs, but Caitlin stopped you with a hand around your wrist.

“Don’t even think about it,” she whispered into your ear, placing your hand back on the bed. Finally, Caitlin brushed her fingers over your clit. She started to lazily move them around, making you moan softly.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, kissing your neck at the same time. You moaned again in response, feeling your body relax as you got wetter.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you started to roll your hips, looking for more friction. Caitlin held your hip with her other hand to keep you still. “Calm down, let me take care of you,” she soothed.

“Need… more,” you gasped as she started to press harder.

“Whatever you want, babe,” Caitlin said, sounding much more awake all of a sudden. She grabbed your thigh and pulled it over her legs, spreading your legs and rolling you a bit onto your back in the process. Caitlin slipped her hand between your legs again, starting to tease your entrance.

At the first drag of her finger inside you, you bit your lip almost hard enough to draw blood. You watched Caitlin’s hand for a moment, then looked up when you felt her eyes on you.

Caitlin held you in her piercing gaze as she leaned forward to claim your lips. The kiss was slow and matched the unhurried pace of her fingers (she’d added another) inside you. Her thumb started to play with your clit again, and you struggled against the hand on your hip.

You moaned into Caitlin’s mouth, and the kiss became more heated. She pulled at your bottom lip with her teeth how she knew you liked it.

All the stimulation was driving you wild, and your hips were still held in place. You closed your eyes and focused on how good her hand felt as your orgasm built.

“Are you close? Want to cum on my fingers?” Caitlin asked, meeting your teary eyes when you finally opened them again. You nodded frantically at her, unable to speak.

Caitlin bit her lip in concentration as she scissored her fingers inside you. “Let go, it’s okay,” she said huskily. Her voice pushed you over the edge. Your back arched as your orgasm hit and Caitlin finally let go of your hip. You felt your pussy clench around her fingers and that sent more waves of pleasure through your body. You felt like your brain was short-circuiting and all you could think was Caitlin. You forced your eyes open to see a tired yet self-satisfied smile on her face.

Caitlin didn’t stop moving her fingers until after your hips stalled and you sunk back onto the bed. Still looking at you, she slid her fingers out of your pussy and sucked the juices off. You rolled over to face her and pulled her into a kiss with both of your hands on her face.

“Thank you, that was amazing,” you panted, pressing your forehead to hers.

“I know it was,” she answered with a smirk. “I think we should go to sleep now, the movie finished a while ago.”

You’d completely forgotten about the movie. “What about you, though? It’s my turn to take care of you,” you pouted.

“You can do that tomorrow if you want,” Caitlin reassured you. “It’s too late for that and I’m too tired.” She pulled you into a hug and tangled your legs together.

“You should wear my jersey more often,” you heard her mumble as you both drifted off to sleep.

#cait my love #movie night #caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader

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