bsf/roommate reader caught watching porn by caitlin smut đ€
mdni âź caitlin clark x reader no ai written by me
đtâs nearly appropriate to use the word âmiserableâ to describe how slow the day has stretched. So long that by the time youâre back to your residence, you only have one thing on your mind: sleep. You kick off your shoes, drop your bag, move on autopilot, already thinking ahead. Today wasnât one that requires a shower, just a change of clothes. Youâre already full, no need to eat.
You know what you really want
So, sleep, duh. Real sleep where your brain finally shuts off. Youâre so unbelievably tired itâs one of those nights you could close your eyes and immediately be in dream land.
But also that other thing. The thing that loosens everything first, makes you feel nice, that dissipates the ache under your skin. Youâre aware of it early on, the want sitting in that area below your abdomen, itâs been there all day waiting for you to notice. The thing that once you finish, youâre knocked out even faster.
By the time you get into bed, youâre decided
You pull up the sheets, lights off except for the soft glow leaking in from outside. Your phone is in your hand before you even think about reaching for it, warm from your palm. You sigh
Okay, quick. then i sleep.
You unlock it. Home screen. You donât hesitate before you tap Safari with slight aggression.
Your reflection stares back at you in the black loading screen. You tap the tabs icon, then the small, deliberate button to the left.
Your thumbs hover over the keyboard. You sigh again.
What do I even want right now?
You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking. Youâre not trying to watch anything complicated that requires commitment or serious attention or a storyline. Just something simple enough to get into. Something that just feels good without a ton of thinking
You type slowly, correcting yourself once, then again.
Add a couple extra words you know work for you. Your heart thumps a little harder when you hit search, it always does, like this is still embarrassing even when youâre alone, somehow.
You scroll, unhurried. You want to sleep, but thereâs no rush. Your thumb drags lazily up and down as you skim titles, previews blurring together.
Why am I so picky tonight.
You know what you like, and you know what you donât. You pass over a few without much thought, then pause.
That one. Yeah. Thatâs fine.
You tap it, immediately lowering the volume pressing frantically even though itâs already quiet, and no oneâs here. Old habit. The room feels smaller and more enclosed, like itâs just you, the screen and the moment you carved out for yourself.
You adjust against the pillows, tug the blanket higher with your foot, and lift it over your head with your free hand. Your phone rests comfortably in your hand, tilted just right
you let yourself settle into it, breathing slowing, thoughts narrowing until thereâs not much room left for anything else. just you and your video, and wanting to get this done fast
Your hand slips under the waistband of your shorts, fingers brushing against the warmth there.
Itâs a gentle start, just enough to ease the tension thatâs been stacking all day. You circle slowly, feeling the wetness, a hum escaping your lips as the video plays on, the sounds muffled
The rhythm is lazy, you raise your hips a little, pressing into your touch, chasing that sweet feeling that makes your toes curl. your breath hitches when you find the perfect spot.
ache blooms, spreading fast, you bite your lip, eyes half lidded on the video, letting the scene pull you deeper. Itâs too good, and itâs getting you sweet relief soon.
you rub faster, a few moans coming out. then, you turn up the volume, immersing yourself deeper in it, letting your sounds come out naturally, non withholding. It hasnât been long at all before you think:
itâs getting hot under here.
you rip the cover off your head for air, and your heart plummets, jolting like youâve been zapped by lightning, phone flying out of your hand as you fail to lock the screen as your roommate stands there under the door, mouth open.
Caitlin looks utterly shocked, under the doorframe as the reality sinks in. Her eyes dart from your face to the phone on the bed, then back up lower, catching the subtle movement under the sheets. The glow from the hall illuminates the back of her, and despite the darkness, you can see her features; wide eyes, parted lips, her tall athletic body frozen in the doorway. Sheâs still in her practice gear, a long sleeve black Nike top, ponytail slightly messy, a water bottle dangling from one hand like she was just trying to get in and go to sleep.
Your heart slams against your ribs, a hellish heat flooding your cheeks in a rush that feels like genuine fire. Oh god, no. This isnât happening. You yank your hand free, still fumbling to pause the video, but your thumb slips, and a faint moan from the speakers betrays you before you can silence it. The blanket twists around your legs as you scramble to sit up, pulling it high over your chest like it could hide the mortification twisting your gut. You want to vanish, to melt into the mattress and never resurface.
Youâve been roommates for months, sort of becoming friends, and this, this private, stupid moment, feels like the end of everything.
Your face is in ridiculous flames. Nuclear. Chernobyl-level.
âI-â You sit up too fast, cheeks still burning up. âI thought you were stillâŠ.â Silence lingers. You look anywhere but her eyes.
âGoing to be gone?â you whisper, it comes out more panicked than you mean, making you look even more pitiful.
You canât even look at her.
âI was gonna sleep,â you mumble, which is objectively the worst defense imaginable.
âSo this is for sleep,â she repeats. âYeah. Sure.â
You risk a glance. gigantic mistake.
ââŠthat wasââ she pauses, squints at your phone, then lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. âNo way.â Her tone shocked in a way that makes you sick, you never want to hear it again, or see her again
You groan, burying your face in your hands, clattering the phone to the nightstand. Embarrassment claws at you hot, making your skin prickle everywhere. You didnât even get close, just that teasing build-up, and now itâs all ruined, twisted into this awkward nightmare. âCaitlin, shut up,â you mumble through your fingers, voice muffled and small. âJust... get out. Please. I hate you.â
She doesnât leave, instead, she steps inside, closing the door softly behind her, the click echoing louder than any words youâve said. The teasing in her tone sounds meaner now, playful cruelty lacing her words as she saunters closer to the bed. âHate me? Come on, thatâs harsh. I bet you were thinking about something fun in there.â
She tilts her head, and she drops her water bottle on the dresser and perches on the edge of the mattress, close enough that you can smell her, slight sweat and perfume from practice. âWhat was it? Let me guess. Some generic shit? Or wait, knowing you, probably one of those athlete vids. Kinda like me after a game?â
Each breath is filled with mortification as you peek through your fingers at her. Sheâs way too close, her knee brushing the blanket near your thigh, and you shift away instinctively, but it only draws her in more. You feel exposed, raw, the ache from earlier souring into something you want to ignore forever. You donât even think youâll want to masturbate at all for the next week anymore.
âStop,â you whisper, but it comes out weak, your face melting. You want to die right there, curl up and pretend this never happened.
Your mind reels, caught between fleeing and freezing, her touch on your shoulder like a spark that could ignite or burn everything down. But before you can muster a response, Caitlinâs eyes flick to the nightstand where the phone lies, the screen still glowing faintly with the paused video. She moves fast, basketball reflexes kicking in, as her hand darts out, snatching it up before you can even think to stop her.
You lunge weakly, fingers brushing hers, but sheâs already pulling back, holding it just out of reach, her thumb hovering over the play button like a threat.
âCaitlin, stop!â you cry out, but sheâs already peeking.
Her eyebrows shoot up, a mix of shock and something more serious crossing her face. Caitlinâs lips part, then twist into a smirk thatâs laced with cruelness, her voice dropping low as she tilts the phone toward you like evidence in a trial.
âLesbian porn? Oh my god, seriously?â She lets out a short, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she shakes her head. âThatâs what gets you going? Two girls grinding on each other like that? Itâs so...â she trails off. you want to die. She shakes her head again. Her words slice deep, the casual outing of your sexuality hanging in the air, implying itâs foreign. She waves the phone dismissively, it hits like a gut punch.
Humiliation surges, a tidal wave crashing over you, your face burning hotter than ever as tears well up uncontrollably. Her jab at it and whatever she insinuated echoes every buried doubt youâve ever had, twisting the knife in your vulnerability. You feel exposed, judged, your arousal from moments ago curdling into shame so profound it chokes you.
Sobs break free, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you curl tighter into the blanket, body shaking with the weight of it all. You want to disappear, to rewind and hide forever. the room spins with embarrassment, her words replaying like a cruel loop in your head
Caitlinâs smirk vanishes the instant she sees the tears, her expression crumpling with real guilt, the phone slipping from her fingers to the bed as she leans in closer.
âOh shit, hey- no, wait, donât cry like that.â Her voice softens immediately, the meanness stripped away, replaced by a rush of remorse as she scoots nearer, her arms opening wide. âIâm so sorry, that was awful- I didnât mean it, okay? God, I was just shocked and being a total idiot. Come here, please.â
She pulls you into her embrace without waiting, wrapping you up tight against her chest, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes your back in slow reassuring circles.
You tremble in her hold, tears soaking into her shirt, but she doesnât pull away. she coos gently, her lips brushing your forehead, saying your name. âShh, itâs okay, really. Youâre okay. I shouldnâtâve said that crap; it was stupid and wrong. Nothing about you is wrong, Iâm the one whoâs sorry.â Her fingers thread through your hair, brushing it down softly, tucking stray strands behind your ear with tender care.
âHey, look at me? No, just breathe. Iâve got you.â She pulls back to pat your face dry. âWeâre good, I promise. That doesnât change how I see you at all.â She rocks you slightly, her body a warm shield, the scent of her skin mingling with the salt of your tears, easing the storm inside you one gentle word at a time. The intimacy of her hug, her touch, it all turns the earlier sting into a fragile warmth
You cling to Caitlinâs shirt, your sobs quieting into shaky breaths as her warmth seeps into you, chasing away the sharp edges of embarrassment. Her hand keeps stroking your back, steady and soothing, while she murmurs more apologies into your hair. You two have never hugged before, itâs so sweet now, just the two of you wrapped in a bubble of regret and comfort, the earlier awkwardness fading like a bad dream
She shifts a little, pulling back just enough to look at you, her eyes soft with worry. A small, tentative smile tugs at her lips, like sheâs testing the waters. âYou know, I always figured you had a thing for girls,â she says lightly, her voice playful but gentle, no trace of the earlier bite. âI mean, the way you blush around some women, total giveaway. But hey, if Iâd known sooner, I couldâve been your wingwoman ages ago.â
You sniffle, wiping at your eyes, a weak laugh coming out despite the tears still clinging to your lashes. Itâs not funny, not really, but her tone makes it less heavy, like sheâs wrapping the hurt in something softer. She cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear, her touch warm against your skin
âSee? Thatâs better,â she whispers, her gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before flicking back up. Her body is still pressed close, thighs brushing yours on the bed. She leans in a fraction, her breath warm on your face. âI hate seeing you like this. Let me make it up to you, okay? Properly.â
Her lips hover near yours, hesitant but inviting, and before you can think, she closes the gap, kissing you softly. Itâs so tender at first, just a gentle press, her mouth warm and yielding against yours. You freeze, heartbeat thudding, surprise mixing with the lingering ache in your chest, but then you melt into it, your hands fisting in her shirt as she deepens the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips in a exploratory gentle sweep
She pulls back slightly, semi awkward but you both are smiling, her forehead resting against yours, her voice husky and sweet. âGod, Iâve wanted to do that for so long. Youâre killing me hereâ Her fingers trail down your arm, and she glances down at the rumpled blanket, the scary evidence of what she walked in on still fresh in the air, and her cheeks flush a bit.
âYou were... you know, touching yourself. Let me help you finish. I want to make you feel good, erase all that shit I said. Please?â
Heat floods your face yet again, embarrassment returning fresh, want stirring low in your belly. You shake your head, pulling away a little, tears welling up again as you mumble.
âNo, no, itâs okay. I... Iâm just gonna go to bed. Really, Caitlin, donât worry about it.â Your voice cracks, and you look away, utterly miserable, and still teary eyed, shoulders hunching as if you could fold into yourself and hide
Caitlinâs face falls, her eyes widening with that same guilt from before, but fiercer now. She canât stand it; you see it in the way her brows knit, the way she reaches for you again, not letting go. âHey, no way. Youâre not going to bed like this, all teary and sad. I wonât let you. Come on, look at me.â
She tilts your chin up gently with her fingers, forcing your gaze to hers. Her expression is pure softness, all that playfulness melting into earnest care. âI messed up big time, but Iâm not letting you suffer because of me. Youâre my roommate, my friend... more than that, maybe. Let me hold you tonight. Just hold you. Or... whatever you need. Just tell me to stop if you want.â She says softly.
You say nothing from the whiplash of it all, still processing.
She smiles gentle and pretty, then nudges your phone onto the nightstand with two fingers. âCâmon,â she coaxes more. âIf you need help relaxing, you couldâve just said so.â
She searches your eyes, her thumb tracing your jawline, and you feel the pull. before you can protest again, she kisses you once more, slower this time, lips parting yours with a sweetness that makes your heart stutter. Her hand slides to the nape of your neck, holding you steady as her tongue dances with yours, soft and definitely coaxing.
You whimper into her mouth, the sound muffled, and she smiles against your lips, pulling you closer until youâre half in her lap.
âThatâs it,â she breathes when she breaks away, her nose nuzzling yours. âSee? No more tears. Just us.â Her free hand finds your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt to trace lazy circles on your bare skin, innocently.
She peppers your cheek with light kisses, then your jaw, whispering, âYouâre so beautiful when youâre vulnerable like this. Makes me want to kiss every inch of you until you forget everything else. Stay with me?â
You nod, finally, the fight draining out of you as her arms wrap around tighter, rocking you gently. The kisses turn playful, her lips brushing your neck now, soft sucks that draw a gasp from you. âCait...linâ you murmur, half laughing through the last of your sniffles, and she grins, gorgeous eyes sparkling
âYeah? Say my name again. I like how it sounds when youâre all soft and needy.â She captures your mouth in another kiss, deeper, her body shifting to press you back against the pillows, all tenderness.
Caitlinâs gentle kisses trail from your lips down to your collarbone, her breath hot against your skin as she nuzzles closer, her body a solid, comforting weight atop yours. The pillows cradle your head, and you feel the last tremors of your earlier sobs fade under the steadiness of her genuine affection. Her hand, still under your shirt, inches higher, fingers splaying across your ribcage, thumb grazing the underside of your boob in a way that sends a shiver through you.
âYouâre doing so good, just relax into me,â she murmurs, her voice a soft rumble against your neck. She shifts her weight, one knee nudging between your thighs as she reaches for the edge of the blanket draped over your lower half. With gentle insistence, she peels it back, exposing the damp evidence of your interrupted pleasure, the way your thighs press together, slick and needy. Her eyes darken with want, yet her touch remains tender, no rush, just care.
âLet me take care of you,â she whispers, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your shorts. She tugs them down slowly, inch by inch, lifting your hips to help, until theyâre off and tossed aside. âDonât be shy sweetheart,â she sweetly adds when you look off to the side, obviously still slightly embarrassed.
Your panties follow, peeled away with the same care, leaving you bare from the waist down. Cool air kisses your heated skin, but Caitlinâs gaze warms you instantly, roaming over your exposed pussy with open admiration. âGod, look at you. So beautiful down here, all wet and ready for me. I could stare forever.â
You squirm under her stare, a flush creeping up your chest, but she doesnât let you hide. Instead, she leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another higher up, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just shy of where you ache most. Her hands slide up your sides, pushing your shirt up and over your head as you help take it off, freeing your breasts to the open air. Your nipples harden immediately, and she wastes no time, cupping one in her palm, thumb circling the peak before she dips her head.
âTheseâre perfect,â she breathes, her mouth closing over your nipple, tongue flicking out to lap at it before she sucks gently, drawing it deep between her lips. The pull sends sparks straight to your clit, your back arching as a soft moan escapes you. She hums in approval, switching to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention and love, sucking harder now, her free hand kneading the first one, rolling the wet nipple between her fingers
âSo responsive,â she says between sucks, pulling back to admire the shine of her saliva on your skin. "Every little sound you make..â she chuckles. âitâs driving me crazy.â Her words ease any lingering doubt as she kisses a path down your sternum, over your stomach, lingering at your navel with a swirl of her tongue.
She settles between your legs then, hands spreading your thighs wide, her shoulders nestling against them to hold you open. Her eyes are on yours, full of that soft intensity, before she lowers her head. the first touch of her mouth is feather-light, a kiss to your outer lips, then her tongue tracing the seam of your pussy, tasting you slowly. you gasp, fingers twisting on her shirt at her shoulders, as she parts you with her tongue, lapping at your folds in long, strokes
âTastes so cute,â she murmurs against you, the vibration making you clench. She circles your clit with the flat of her tongue, then sucks it softly. her fingers join in, one slipping inside you, curling just right she pumps it steadily, adding a second, stretching you as her mouth works your clit, sucking, licking, teasing with flicks that have you bucking against her nose
âCaitlin...? oh god, goodness Iâm close,â you whimper, hips grinding up, but she doesnât stop, instead, she redoubles her efforts, tongue pressing firmer, fingers thrusting deeper. Just as the wave builds to breaking, she pulls back abruptly, her mouth leaving your clit, fingers stilling inside you.
You whine in frustration, body thrumming with unspent need, teetering right on the brink but denied. Huh? She looks up at you, lips glistening, a mischievous tender smile curving them. âNot yet, beautiful. I want to draw this out, make it even better for you. Trust me?â
Your heart trips over itself. âI doâ you exhale, Caitlinâs fingers slip out of you with a wet glide, leaving you clenching around nothing, your body a live wire of frustration and heat. She stands briefly to strip her own clothes off, then she crawls up your frame, her skin flushed and dewy, straddling one of your thighs as she positions herself. Her pussy hovers just above yours, slick folds brushing your inner thigh in a teasing drag that makes you both grit your teeth. She looks down at you
âkay, baby,â she breathes, voice rough around the edges, âMm. letâs try this. I want to feel you against me.â She shifts her hips, angling until her clit nudges yours directly, heavenly contact that rips a deep groan from her throat the second it happens. Her eyes flutter shut, head tipping back for a beat as her body shudders, that sound vibrating through her chest and into yours. Goddamn, she looks incredible like this, lips parted, brows furrowed in bliss, the curve of her neck out and open
She grabs your hips with both hands, fingers digging in just enough to anchor you, and yanks you up flush against her. Your pussies press together fully now, clits grinding in that perfect slide, wet and swollen. The only sounds filling the room are the slick, obscene noises of your bodies rubbing, schlick, schlick as she starts to rock, slow at first, so fucking slow she has your toes curling into the sheets
Her face hovers above yours, close enough that her breaths fan hot over your lips, mingling with your own pants. She leans in, kissing you deep and messy, tongues tangling as her hips circle. Then she pulls back to have her nose nudging yours in a sweet, way that cuts through the intensity, making your heart squeeze even as your clit throbs
âI canât believe weâre doing this,â she pants out, voice breaking on a whimper, her grinds faltering for a second as another wave hits her. To soften it, she nuzzles your cheek, lips brushing your jaw in tiny, reassuring pecks, like sheâs reminding you this is us, safe and wanted.
You match her movements, thighs flexing to push up into her, the pressure on your clit sparking fireworks. she groans again, louder this time, eyes squeezing tighter as she grinds harder, pulling your hips tighter against her own. the sweat on her skin trickles down between her breasts, and she looks so damn hot, wild but still so tender, her grip firm and careful not to hurt you, like sheâs holding onto more than just your body
The slick sounds get louder, faster, your combined wetness making every slide filthy. She kisses you again, nose bumping yours playfully mid thrust, her pants hot and ragged against your mouth. âFeels so good... you feel so good,â she murmurs, and right after, she trails her fingers up your side, tracing your ribs in light, tickling strokes that make you giggle-moan in her mouth as sheâs kissing you again, easing anything at all left in you
Her pace quickens, hips rolling in urgent circles, clits catching just right over and over, building that fire again. She pants your name between kisses, face buried in your neck now, groaning low as the friction pushes her closer too. Everythingâs heat and slip and her sweet, sweaty, slick is utterly consuming
You both cum quick, way too fast, Caitlin unable to last long at all, as she leans into your neck, still panting. Her eyes are closed, her grip on you still tight, thick thighs locked around yours possessively, and she kisses your collarbone with more gentle sprinkles, before finally moving up to press gentle kisses to both your eyelids, cupping your cheeks whispering sweet praise. Her lips are pillowy gentle, as she rolls off, a string of slick connecting you two down there briefly before breaking and falling against your soaked inner thighs.
She lies down beside you, arm slipping around your waist like it belongs there, like it always has. Her chin rests on the top of your head.
Your heart does a full somersault. âCaiââ
âGet some sleep,â she murmurs. âIâve got you.â
You are still really tired.
You turn in her grip, and face her, as she pulls you close again. You let your heavy eyes close, and you feel her heartbeat match yours.
And somehow, you know you two will never be the same after this.
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