Hey there! I write for women's basketball (ON HIATUS)
About me; 22, She/Her, queer, WNBA fan!
MASTERLIST (below the cut!)
Paige Bueckers:
Yearning Allegations: You've liked Paige for the longest time, is there any chance she likes you too? Paige Bueckers x reader, friends to lovers slowburn, fluff + minor angst. (completed)
♥︎ Part 1
♥︎ Part 2
♥︎ Part 3
Fortnite Battles: Paige wins a heated Fortnite match against KK; loosely based on an old live. Paige Bueckers x reader, fluff.
Celebrating All Night: After a big win, Paige and you have a fun night out to celebrate. Paige Bueckers x fem reader, smut, one shot. NSFW
Caitlin Clark:
Number One Pick: You want Caitlin to pick you over her boyfriend Connor, just once. Caitlin Clark x reader, homoerotic friendship, smut, angst + comfort ending, completed. NSFW.
All Star Confessions: You're Caitlin Clark's +1 to the All-Star Weekend after party. Hopelessly in love with her, you figure you've got no chance since she's got a boyfriend. Plus, she doesn't like you. Right? Completed. NSFW.
You're Caitlin Clark's +1 to the All-Star Weekend after party. Hopelessly in love with her, you figure you've got no chance since she's got a boyfriend. Plus, she doesn't like you. Right?
Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader
Wc: 4.5k
Warnings: Smut, 18+ warning, Cheating (C*nner)
Authors Note: Sorry I've been on hiatus for so long, I just had to write after All Star Weekend!! Let me know what yall think <3.
You had known Caitlin Clark since you were in high school.
You had met her long before she got with Connor McCaffery, her now boyfriend of two years. As her best friend, you knew her better than anyone else. You knew how she journaled every night, how she was trying to perfect her chocolate chip cookie recipe, how she preferred silence over music before games. You could always spot the difference between her real smiles and the kind she gave for the cameras. And god, you were always the first one she called when she needed someone.
So yeah, it irked you when you saw Connor. It annoyed you when she talked about him- both the good and the bad. If he got her flowers, you couldn’t help but think you’d be doing more. If he fought with her, you’d think that you two wouldn’t fight over something stupid like that.
But you still listened. Comforted her. Not for him, but for her. Because you loved her, even if you couldn’t have her, in every sense.
You figured you'd never have a chance with her. She was your best friend- you'd never risk it. Sometimes, in an exchanged glance, or in an affectionate touch, you wondered if she ever felt anything. But this was the way things were- and how’d they always be. Right?
It’s July 18th, the day of the All Star Weekend Skills Contest and the 3 Point Shooting Contest. You’re sitting courtside, in a fully packed arena, listening to the announcer shout out each player’s introductions.
The crowd roars as Caitlin walks onto the stage, her arms raising as she hypes up the crowd. You beam with pride, cheering fondly as she joins Team Clark in her All Star outfit. Due to her groin injury, Caitlin’s not playing tonight, instead acting as a coach of sorts from the sidelines.
The contest starts, with Caitlin cracking jokes into the mic, and you can’t help but laugh along with the audience. You cheer for both Team Phee and Team Clark equally- you had favourites on both sides- and you grin as Natasha Cloud wins the Skills Contest. A few minutes later, Sabrina Ionescu wins the 3 Point Shooting Contest.
As the contest wraps up, you go outside, waiting for Caitlin outside the locker room. Usually non players weren’t allowed back here- but everyone knew you were Caitlin’s best friend. So they allowed it, because it was Caitlin. You wave goodbye at Azzi as she leaves with Paige, a soft smile at their intertwined hands.
Caitlin grins as she emerges from the locker room, seeing you waiting for her in the hall. She gives you a hug. “Hey, are you ready to party?”
You laugh, “Yeah, more than ready. I wish you had been able to participate- you would have definitely won the shooting contest. Bro would have shot all 4’s.”
Caitlin smiles, slinging an arm around your shoulders. Your heart speeds up a little, and you chastise yourself. It was just Caitlin. Being affectionate like usual. She was always like this with you.
“I wish I could play too, I tried to convince Steph but she kept going on about how I shouldn’t aggravate my dumb injury. Something about how it takes 4 to 8 weeks to heal fully-”
You roll your eyes at her silliness, getting into the passenger seat of her black Lexus. “You really do need to rest. But I know how much you wanted to play this weekend.” You say softly. She looks at you for a second, expression unreadable, before keeping her gaze on the road.
“I was looking forward to it.” Caitlin sucks in a breath, “But.. at least I can celebrate with everyone else. And I mean, you’re here too-” She points out.
“Yeah I’m here- the best part of the entire weekend duh.” You tease. Caitlin rolls her eyes.
“Okay I take it back, you suck.” She smiles, shaking her head, despite her words.
It’s around 11 pm when you get a text from Caitlin- she’s downstairs, waiting outside to pick you up. You’ve spent the last hour getting ready for the All Star Champagne after party at INVY nightclub tonight.
“Hey-” You say, walking down the steps of your apartment to Caitlin’s car. She looks up from her phone, lips parting slightly at the way you look. You grin, knowing the short red mini dress you wore showed off your curves perfectly. She scrambles out of the car, opening the passenger door for you. You give her a quizzical look at the gesture, but decide not to say anything.
As you get in, you hear a voice.
“Yo,” Connor says, leaning forwards. You jump, not expecting him to be in the backseat.
“Oh yo,” You say, twisting around in your seat. Caitlin’s playing music quietly in the background as she drives, and you wave at Colin, her brother, the other passenger in the backseat.
“You ready to get lit?” Connor jokes, looking at you. You stare at him for a moment, a mixture of bitterness and envy twisting in your stomach. There’s a beat of silence, before you answer as smoothly as possible.
“Yeah of course, we getting fucked up tonighttt.” With those words, you nudge Caitlin playfully, and she just rolls her eyes. If Caitlin notices the tension in the car, she doesn’t make it known.
When we arrive at INVY, the party’s already in full swing, music blasting loudly, lights flashing red. You lose Caitlin in the fray, getting swept up in the crowd. You try to find her, but it’s too packed. The bar up ahead is less busy, so you grab a drink- one for yourself, and one for Caitlin of course.
"Cait?" You call out. You’re about to text her when you feel a familiar hand rest at the small of your back. You turn.
Caitlin grins as she leans down, talking over the music blaring in the club. “Sorry, I lost you for a second there.”
You look up at her, getting a bit lost in the deep hazel of her eyes. You can’t help but notice the way her straightened brown long hair cascades down her shoulders, the way her tight black dress draws attention to all the most dangerous places you try not to look at - like her biceps, chest, and ass. You choose instead to look down, the safest choice by far. She’s wearing heels, so you feel even shorter than usual.
"Oh-" You say, swallowing at her closeness. Caitlin gets touchy when she's tipsy, and you can tell she’s already getting there. She takes the drink from you, pulling the tab of the cooler open as she takes a sip.
"I was looking for you-" You say. Her gaze lingers on your face. Can she tell your cheeks are flushing? “Where’d Connor and Colin go?” You ask. She begins to answer when she's interrupted by a loud cheer.
“Caitlin!” Kate shouts, immediately pulling Caitlin into a bear hug. You smile, watching the two reunite.
As you walk away from the bar, Caitlin's hand remains on your back as she catches up with Kate. A few minutes later, she runs into Natisha Hiedeman and Courtney Williams, who are busy streaming for their twitch live, Stud Buds.
“Say what’s up to the people!” Courtney tells Kate, who immediately waves at the camera. Caitlin screams upon seeing Courtney, and the latter’s jaw drops.
“Ahhh!!! We got Caitlin Clark in the building!!” She screams over the music, and Caitlin puts her arm around Courtney, smiling widely at the camera. She screams again, and you laugh, quietly taking the drink from her. She pouts for a second, but quickly forgets as she turns back to Courtney and Natisha.
“Bro, I literally watched your stream for three hours last night-”
“Deadass!?” Courtney says in disbelief, her eyebrows raising. Beside her, Natisha screams into the camera, “Get out!!!”
“That’s all I did yesterday, I watched it all! Orange carpet, pre-game-” Caitlin lists it off on her fingers, passionate.
“Dude that’s crazy,” Courtney says, as Natisha watches the stream comments go crazy. “Say what’s up!!”
Caitlin grins, her arm snaking further around your waist as she pulls you in closer. Courtney glances at the gesture, a slight smirk playing on her lips, but it’s quickly gone as Caitlin starts talking again.
"Are you guys really gonna sleep with that on?" Caitlin asks. You snort, rolling your eyes affectionately.
Natisha laughs, “Yes, it’s a 72 hour stream baby!!”
“I told y’all we’d have the baby GOAT on here!” Courtney says, as Caitlin waves goodbye.
Caitlin’s arm stays wrapped around your waist as she leads you to a quieter spot. There’s a few couches over here, and you sink into the nearest one, the heels of your feet already beginning to ache. You take a sip of your drink, feeling your cheeks flushing with the alcohol.
Caitlin sits down beside you, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, her hand around your shoulder. She leans in close, her breath warm against your ear.
“You having fun?” She asks softly, checking in.
"Yeah of course,” You say, grinning at her. “Are you? You seem like you are-” You tease. The alcohol is definitely working a little too well tonight, because you find yourself unable to keep your hands away. You settle for playing with the fabric of her dress as you look up at her from your position on the couch.
“You’re so cute when you’re tipsy.” She whispers, tone playful, her voice low and soft.
“I’m not tipsy-” You lie, rolling your eyes.
She laughs at your blatant lie. Her fingertips brush your cheek, feeling the telltale heat. You thank god for a moment that the lights are red, so she can’t see the deep blush painting your cheeks.
“Uh huhhh,” She teases. “Your cheeks are burning and your hands are all over my dress- you’re so not tipsy right now.”
She leans in to tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, touch lingering for a second too long.
"Speak for yourself Clark," You retort softly, "I know you're tipsy for sure, you only get this.. flirty when you're drunk-" There’s a bit of a bite behind the joke, this isn’t the first time she’s been flirty while drunk. But it's never been this blatant.
Caitlin’s smirk falters for a second, her eyes flickering with something vulnerable for a moment. But it returns after she takes another sip, her voice dropping low.
“Flirty? Me?” She grins, slipping a finger under your chin as she tilts your face up to hers. “I’m not flirting, just… being honest.”
You want to tease her back, but your heart is racing too fast to say anything witty. And god, you can’t resist her, not like this. Her thumb brushes over your bottom lip, eyes dark with something you can’t identify. Her gaze lingers on your mouth before it snaps back up to your eyes.
“You’re the one touching me,” She whispers. “Playing with my dress like you want to take it off.”
There’s a beat of charged silence, and the music sounds distant as it echos around the club’s walls. The lights flash, bathing you both in shades of purple for a second.
Caitlin laughs, voice wavering slightly despite her nonchalant tone. She moves her hand back down, dropping it to your waist.
“So, who’s really the drunk one here?”
Your gaze drops to her lips, leaning forward slightly, the couch shifting as you do. You look back up at her, her pupils are so dilated.
"You, you're drunk." You whisper. It’s meant to come off as a joke, but neither of you seems to take it that way.
Her breath hitches as you get closer, her eyes flicking back down to your mouth again- before locking back onto yours again. They’re full of something, something you don’t dare to name.
“Yeah?” Caitlin murmurs, voice low and rough. “You always do this. Call me out, like you don’t feel it too.”
Her hand slides from your waist up to cup your jaw, slow and deliberate. Her thumb traces the edge of your lip again, and you feel a thrill run through you at her touch.
“I feel it..” You admit. You want, you want so much- but you hold back. “But we can’t.”
You look around- the party is crowded, and Connor is around here somewhere. Caitlin’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, as if she’s fighting some internal battle. When they open, there’s a look of pain in them.
“I know,” She whispers, voice breaking just slightly. She doesn’t pull away. “So why does it feel like I’ve wanted this forever?” She breathes, her voice barely audible over the music. “God, tell me why.. Why do I think about you.. when he kisses me?”
Caitlin cuts herself off, shaking her head, before continuing.
“You’re my best friend,” She says softly, “I’m with Connor.. and this is.. so messed up.” Despite her words, her eyes are full of yearning.
Your hand finds hers, squeezing gently. “If it’s so messed up.. Then why are you doing this?” You ask softly.
Caitlin’s fingers tighten around yours, as if you might slip away, even though your knees are touching and her arm is around your shoulder. She takes a sip of her drink.
“I call him my boyfriend… I say his name… but when I close my eyes at night? It’s your laugh I hear. It’s you I dream about.”
She swallows, expression nervous as she looks at you. “So yeah. It’s.. messed up.”
Your heart melts, “Caitlin,” You say, hand cupping her jaw gently. Her skin is so soft and she's looking at you with such longing you want to kiss her. “You can’t just tell me that.”
Her eyes flutter shut again, leaning into your hand, finding comfort in your touch.
“I know I shouldn’t have said anything,” She whispers, voice cracking slightly. “But I’m so.. tired of pretending.”
Her hand cups your cheek again, her thigh brushing yours under the glow of the party lights. She licks her lips.
“You always tease me when I’m drunk. That I’m an affectionate, flirty drunk. But god, it’s only with you.” She murmurs, eyes opening again, dark and full of truth. She leans in, eyes on your lips.
“And right now? I don’t care that we’re at an All Star party. Or that Connor is somewhere in the crowd. Or even that someone might take a photo and plaster it all over Twitter.”
Caitlin rubs your bottom lip with her thumb as she whispers against your lips. “I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
Your restraint snaps, and you kiss her, hands cupping her face as you murmur against her mouth. “Then stop pretending.” The kiss is soft and insistent as you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach.
She responds passionately, kissing you back hungrily. Her hand finds your hair, tangling in the soft locks, sighing against your mouth as she pulls you closer by the waist. She breaks the kiss, breathless, cheeks flushed.
“Y/n..” She starts to say, and you cut her off gently.
“We can’t do this here,” You say, looking around. Thankfully, it seems like nobody saw the kiss, or even that you two are in this corner of the room. “We should leave.”
Caitlin looks a bit dazed, but she seems to snap back at your words. She grabs your hand, fingers lacing with yours as she stands up from the couch.
“Let’s go,” She murmurs, as she pushes her way through the crowd. People are still partying, mingling as they take shots, or dance together on the dance floor. Caitlin pays them no mind, only stopping when she get to her car outside.
“I.. I don’t want to hide.” She says, a hand on the back of her neck as she stands. She looks, almost shy. You smile, looking up at her, finding her change in demeanor adorable. “But I also don’t know how to do this. Or how it’ll be, with the media and family, and all that. But… I do know I’ve wanted to kiss you since our third year of university.”
"Well, maybe we should talk. Privately-" You say, smiling softly. "Your apartment?" You suggest, feeling your cheeks burn. If Caitlin couldn’t see you blushing before, she definitely can now, in the cool evening air.
She grins, searching your eyes, nodding.
“Yeah, my place. We can talk.” She murmurs.
The drive back to Caitlin’s apartment is familiar, and yet, so different. The air is charged, and you can’t help but stare at her as she drives. You always did- but now you stare openly. Admire openly. One strong hand stays on the wheel, her eyes responsibly on the road, the other hand resting gently on your knee.
When you reach her apartment, and she locks the door, kicking her shoes off, lights dim. She turns to face you by the couch- where you’d had countless movie nights, sleepovers, and the occasional pillow fight.
She takes a shaky breath,
“We can pretend it didn’t happen if.. if you want-"
Your gaze shoots to her immediately, dropping your purse to the floor. You step over it, walking closer to her. “No,” You say, “I don’t want that. I don’t regret it. At all.”
Her lips part at your words. They land like a spark in dry grass- igniting something final, something that neither of you can come back from. Not that you want to.
“I’m glad you don’t,” She murmurs softly, stepping close to you, her hands finding your waist again. “Because I don’t either. It feels… good being honest. Doing as I feel, instead of pretending. Just wishing the way I felt about you would disappear, because it was getting harder to lie to myself- and everyone else.”
She leans down, her strong eyebrows knitting together. “Y/n.. promise me it’s not just the alcohol. That this isn’t just something we'll ignore in the morning.”
You look up at her, your hands resting gently on her hips. “It’s not. I’ve loved you for.. The last few years.” You admit. “It’s not the alcohol. I want you. I always have.”
Caitlin’s breath catches, sharp, as though she’s been waiting to hear those words for a long time. There’s a bit of disbelief in her expression as she looks at you.
“Years?” She says, voice hushed. “You’ve loved me all this time?”
You nod, a little teary. She wipes your tears with her thumbs, catching the droplets before they fall, laughing softly to herself.
“God,” She says, pulling you closer on the couch, her hands cradling your cheeks. “I never thought you'd feel that way about me. I spent so much time wrapped up in my head- like my family loves Connor. Being straight is good for my image, fanbase and all- but I wanted you. Even if I didn’t want to admit it.”
“I thought you were happy with him. That you wanted him, not me. I didn't think you'd.. like me the way I liked you. Much less that you'd choose me.” You respond.
Caitlin's eyes glisten with emotion as she continues talking.
“I tried to convince myself that I was happy. But it never felt right. Something was always a little off.”
She leans forward, pressing a desperate kiss to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, moving down your neck.
“I want you. I've been wanting you. I should have chose you then- but I'm choosing you now. And if choosing you means I lose everything- then I don't care.”
With that, Caitlin kisses you. It’s deep, slow, steady. She kisses you with all the pent up yearning she's repressed over the years- and you respond eagerly.
You grab at her, the kiss turning hungry as you let out a quiet whimper against her lips. The noise you make sends a jolt through her, and suddenly, her touch isn't so soft anymore.
She breaks the kiss for a moment, breathless. “Do you..”
The words are hardly out before you interrupt. “Yes-” You say. Caitlin swallows, looking down at you with desire.
“Thank god-” She murmurs, her lips crashing into yours as she backs you to her bedroom.
On the way, you trip on the edge of the rug- but Caitlin catches you immediately, her strong arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. She laughs breathlessly into your mouth.
“You good?” She teases.
You bite playfully at her bottom lip in response, and she groans, lifting you, your thighs hooked around her waist as she walks the rest of the way.
Caitlin drops you onto her bed, pushing you down as she crawls on top of you, long brown hair falling around her face.
“You're so beautiful,” You murmur, a hand grabbing the back of her neck as you bring her down to kiss you.
Caitlin smiles against your mouth, settling between your thighs as she kisses you desperately. Her hands slide under the edge of your dress, pushing it up your hips.
Your hands roam, over her broad shoulders, her strong biceps, under the hem of her shirt. Her abs tense as your fingertips trace over them. Caitlin shudders as you continue to touch her, trailing kisses along your neck, biting at the sensitive spot under your jaw.
“Wait, what about Connor?” You ask, head tilting back, breathless.
Caitlin stills for a moment, before lifting her head to look at you with dark, honest eyes.
“I...” She averts her eyes, before her gaze darts back to you. “I've never wanted him like I want you. I'm going to break up with him in the morning, I should have done it a long time ago-” She says.
"If you end things with him.. does that mean you-" You say, blushing slightly.
Caitlin smiles, catching the pink in your cheeks, hearing the vulnerability in the question you're asking. She moves closer, her knee pressing against you, her hand cupping your cheek.
“It means I'm choosing you. Even though I'm really fucking late-” Caitlin whispers. “If you still want me.”
"Of course," You say, easily, without hesitation. "I always want you." You murmur against her lips.
Caitlin grins, kissing you again. She presses her knee more firmly against your core, her hands at the edge of your panties.
“How wet are you for me?” She murmurs, voice husky.
“Very-” You groan, biting your lip in anticipation. She looks down at you with desire, licking her lips.
Your words and the sight of you biting your lip is all it takes to snap the last shreds of Caitlin's control. She kisses you hard and open-mouthed as her fingers slip easily beneath your panties.
"I've wanted you-" She whispers, biting at your bottom lip as her thumb finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles. "So badly.”
“Caitlin-” You moan, feeling her lean over you more completely, kissing at your neck. You tilt your head back, allowing her more access.
“I need more-” You plead as she teases you, her fingers stroking not quite where you want them.
"More?" She whispers, breath hot against your skin, "Beg for it."
“Please,” You say, tone desperate. You're dripping- and she's just taking her sweet time.
Caitlin's propped up on one elbow, watching you with dark eyes. She takes a ragged breath, leaning in, her voice husky against your ear.
“Say it again. Like you really mean it this time.”
“Please Caitlin,” You beg, pulling her in for a desperate kiss. She's not gentle - the kiss is rough, messy. You spread your legs a little wider under her, and she just can't resist. Can't hold back. Not when she's been waiting so long to see you aching for her, desperate just like this.
“Good girl,” She praises, pushing you into the mattress a little further as her fingers finally thrust into you. They're long- and feel even better than you thought they would, as she curls them against your gspot.
You pull at her hair, moaning as she sets a quick pace. You're already close- just from this.
“It feels so good..” You moan.
Caitlin kisses your neck, murmuring softly. “You sound so pretty, so pretty underneath me.”
Her fingers move faster against you as you clutch at her, needing her to send you over the edge.
“I'm close-” You whimper.
“Come for me.” She says, tone desperate as she lifts her head to look at you with hungry dark eyes. “I want to hear you.”
The desperation and clear need in her voice only fuels you further.
“Caitlin-” You moan, tipping your head back. She grabs your jaw firmly, making you look at her.
“I want you to look at me when you come. I need to see it.” She murmurs, holding you there. You come like that, eyes on hers, moaning her name.
“Fuck-” You say, shuddering underneath her as you come down from your high. She holds you gently now, sucking her fingers clean.
“You okay?” She murmurs.
“Yeah,” You reassure her. “You were so good.”
Caitlin kisses your forehead, as you smoothe the hair out of her face to see her better.
“Are you sure what we did was okay? You're with Connor-” You say, starting to worry. “We can just.. agree to not talk about-”
Caitlin cuts you off. “-It's okay. I wanted this. I meant what I said, I'm gonna break up with him. I want to be with you.”
Her tone is firm as she holds you, “I should have been honest so many years ago. We could have been like this before.” She says ruefully.
“It was the right time.” You murmur, hand finding hers. She squeezes yours gently. “And hey, that means he ain't coming to the All Star game or the after party tomorrow-” You tease.
“Yeah, I'm sure you’ll be real sad.” Caitlin rolls her eyes playfully.
“The saddest.” You joke, pulling her down for a kiss. She kisses you, softly, with the luxury of knowing she’d do this again, over and over, as long as you’d let her.
“I'm excited for tomorrow,” She murmurs. “Want to come to the Champagne event? It's some mandatory bar event after the game. It's okay if you don't want to, might be boring-”
You interrupt. “I want to come. Wherever you're going, I want to be there.”
Caitlin smiles softly, singing in response to mock you playfully. “Wherever you go, that's where I’ll follow-”
You grin as you tease her, "Oh my ears-"
"Shut up-" She says, laughing into your neck. "You're lucky I love you."