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sellawrites · 11 months

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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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