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pairing: paige bueckers x reader word count: 1k warnings: fingering (r! receiving) a/n: Idk how to write smut but we (yes WE) are going to ignore that. I wrote this all the way back in August, but never got around to posting it, but I’m trying to clear out my inbox, so I’m posting this as a holdover, hope you enjoy!

(gf!caitlin clark x gf!reader headcannons)

sypnosis: what it would be like if caitlin clark was your girlfriend (smutty)

author's note: hi!! okay so i've gotten super duper obsessed with cait and i just want to like give u this because just mwah to her. love u my gorgeous caity. dm or comment to be added to the taglist!

masterlist || wattpad || tiktok

𑣲 warnings - smut, spit, angst, gaslighting ig, toxic paige, no proofreading MDNI english is not my first language!

𑣲 summary - its been a while since you last heard from paige, and you’re fed up with her bs so you decide to talk about it, wich ends in more than you expected

based on “ Point in My life - Gucci Mane ”

‘ im a this point of my life…im having sex with your mind ’

wc : 1,5 ish k

the dim light of your phone screen was the only thing keeping the room from going completely pitch black. it had been weeks since she’d last text you, days of staring at a blank screen, feeling that heavy knot tighten in your stomach every time you realized she’d left you on read. you’d finally convinced yourself you were done. you built up a wall, promising yourself that the next time she reached out, you wouldn’t even give her the satisfaction of a reply.

then, the mattress buzzed against your hip.

Paige: you up? 11:42pm

you stared at the two words, your chest tightening instantly. you knew exactly what replying meant. you knew you shouldn't do it, that it was a trap, that the second you typed back you were giving up all your power.

: yeah. just finishing some stuff. 11:45pm

but of course, you replied anyway. because you always did.

Paige: come over. i miss you. 11.46pm

: i don't know paige. it's late and i have a lot to do tomorrow. 11:46pm

Paige: please? just want you here. the door is unlocked. 11:48pm

you stared at the screen until the light dimmed, your brain was telling you to lock the phone and go to sleep, but your hand was already reaching for your keys.

i’ll go, you told yourself, needing to believe your own lie. but i’m staying on the couch. i’m going to look her in the eye and tell her this is the last time.

12:21am by the time you pushed her front door open, your chest was tight with sorrow. paige was sitting on the edge of her couch, looking up the second the door clicked. she didn't say anything at first,she just stood up, stepping into your space with that weight she always carries, reaching out to pull you into a kiss like no time had passed at all.

you pulled your head back, stepping out of her reach. "don't," you said, your voice tighter than you wanted it to be. "you ignore me for three weeks, paige. i don't hear a word from you, and then you send a text at midnight expecting me to just show up. i can't keep doing this. it makes me feel like shit."

the room went completely quiet. instead of getting defensive, the blonde just let out a slow, exhausted breath, rubbing the back of her neck. when she looked up, her expression was entirely stripped of that usual cockiness.

"are you serious right now?" she asked, her voice dropping lower as she took a slow step closer. "you're making it sound like i'm doing this on purpose. like i'm trying to hurt you."

"i'm not making up the fact that you completely ghosted me—"

"everything is pulling me in a million different directions right now," paige interrupted softly, her eyes locking onto yours, steady and heavy. "i’m at this point of my life where everything is moving so fast, and it's stressful, and i honestly thought you were the one person who got it. the one person who didn't need me to explain myself every single day just to know where we stand"

she reached out, her thumb catching the edge of your jaw, her fingers warm against your skin

it felt more than familiar. god, you had missed her touch so much it actually physically ached. you could easily just blow everything right now, forget the argument and just lean in to kiss her. but you knew better. you had to keep your guard up

"you're the only person i feel safe around," she whispered, her gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before coming back up. "the only one who doesn't constantly demand something from me. but if you're going to start putting all this pressure on me too... then maybe i was wrong"

your throat went dry. within less than a minute, she hadn't apologized once, but the anger in your chest was already dissolving into a wave of guilt.

"i'm not trying to pressure you," you muttered, hating how small your voice sounded.

"i know," paige murmured, the tension leaving her shoulders as she saw your expression soften. she slid her arms around your waist, pulling you completely flush against her. "you're just in your head. you always do this. stop thinking so much."

she leaned up, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin just under your ear. "come to bed with me im sure we’ll figure it out"

and just like that, the fight was entirely gone.

when you followed her into the bedroom, the air felt thick, the lingering frustration twisting into something sharp and desperate. paige didn't rush. she backed you up slowly until the backs of your thighs hit the edge of the mattress, her eyes fixed on yours like she was tracking every single breath you took.

she reached down, her hands slipping under the hem of your shirt. her palms were warm against your ribs, sending a sudden shiver through you as she lifted the fabric up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor. you stood there in just your underwear, completely exposed under her

paige didn't pull away, she just stepped closer, her thighs brushing against yours as her fingers found the button of your pants. she undone them deliberately, sliding them down your legs until you had to step out of them, leaving you entirely bare for her. your heart was knocking hard, your brain still trying to process how quickly you had unraveled.

"look at you," paige quieted, her voice rougher now, as her hands slid back up the inside of your thighs, the friction leaving a hot trail of goosebumps.

she pulled her own shirt off in one motion, tossing it blindly behind her. she was lean, solid, and completely in control in just her sports bra and sweats, you hated how much you missed seeing her like that.

she slid onto the mattress, her weight pressing you down into the sheets as she settled between your thighs, her knees pushing yours wide apart. she didn't let you look away, her hand coming up to grip your jaw firmly, tilting your face up.

"stay right here," she murmured against your mouth.

she leaned down and kissed you

hard, deep, and completely breathless. her tongue slid past your lips, taking everything you had left, when she finally pulled back, a thick, wet line of saliva stretched between your lips. paige didn't wipe it away, she caught it with her thumb, smearing the wetness down your bottom lip, over your chin, and down the column of your throat.

keeping her eyes locked directly on yours, paige pooled a heavy amount of saliva into her palm, the wet, slick sound of her hands rubbing together making your stomach drop in the best way possible. she slid her damp fingers down between your thighs, finding your heat and burying two fingers deep inside you all at once.

a broken gasp caught in your throat, your hips arching off the bed on pure instinct. she didn't give you time to adjust. she started moving her hand in a heavy, deliberate rhythm, bottoming out inside you while her thumb pressed hard against your clit, smearing your own slickness back over you.

"you're so wet for me," paige whispered, leaning down so her breath hit your collarbone. "even when you're pissed off at me, your body doesn't know how to lie."

you tangled your fingers into the bedsheets, your head rolling back as she sped up, her fingers curling slightly inside you, hitting that exact deeper spot that made your stomach clench. right when you were getting too close, right when you were on the absolute edge of breaking, she abruptly pulled her fingers out, leaving you completely empty and aching.

"paige, please," you gasped out, your voice wrecked and desperate in the quiet room. "don't do this."

she didn't even answer, just let out a low, breathless laugh against your thigh before replacing her hand with her mouth.

paige gripped your hips, her fingers digging deep into your skin to anchor you down as she buried her face between your legs. she was heavy, working you with long, hard strokes that had you crying out into the dark room.

she swirled her tongue right over where you needed it most, sucking at you so deeply that your hands flew to her hair, your fingers tangling in the strands desperately trying to pull her closer, completely losing your mind to the feeling.

"you like that?" she murmured against your skin, her voice thick and ruined. "tell me.

"yes—god, paige, yes," you choked out, your hips arching off the mattress on pure instinct.

she slid two fingers back inside you, matching the pace of her mouth, creating a relentless rhythm that left you completely breathless. she paused for a fraction of a second, lifting her head just enough for those eyes to hold you down.

"i have you right where i want you," she murmured, her voice a low, raspy growl. "i'm having sex with your mind right now. you know that, don't you?"

"i know," you whimpered, totally undone, unable to even try to hide it. "just don't stop."

a choked, pathetic sound escaped you because god, she was right. it was a complete mental takeover, and you were letting her do it.

before you could even breathe, she slammed her fingers deep inside you, her tongue hitting you at the exact same time with a hard, flat pressure. it was too much. your whole body went completely rigid, you felt yourself tightening around her hand as a violent orgasm ripped through you. she didn't back off either she kept her mouth pressed firmly against you, drinking you in while your hips twitched helplessly against her face.

when she finally crawled back up your body, her lips were slick and glistening in the dim light. she leaned down and kissed you deep, feeding your own taste back into your mouth, forcing you to swallow it.

"see?" paige whispered against your mouth, her chest heaving as she pinned your wrists to the mattress, her body heavy and warm over yours. "stop thinking. just take it."

hours later, the room had settled back into that deep, quiet chill.

paige was fast asleep beside you, one of her long arms heavy and secure over your waist, her breathing steady against your shoulder. she was completely at peace, her comfort zone perfectly restored because she had gotten exactly what she came for.

i hate that i love you like this

pairing: lsu!grace!dating x lsu!reader!dating

wc: 2.1k

summary: after a fight that ends in silence instead of resolution, the space between you and grace grows loud enough for everyone to notice—until she shows up with all the things you love, hoping it’s not already too late to be chosen.

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practice ends the way it always does—whistles sharp, bodies tired, grace already somewhere else mentally. you can tell before she even peels her jersey off.

her jaw is tight. answers clipped. she doesn’t look at you when you hand her the water bottle.

“you good?” you ask quietly, trying to keep it light. “i’m fine,” she says, too fast.

𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 — bella hines x reader!senior!teammate

ꨄ — summary: bella has fallen for the senior whose about to leave

ꨄ — word count: 1.7k

ꨄ — warnings: none

ꨄ — authors note: this is my first time writing for bella, and i only got the idea after seeing multiple edits on tiktok, and i am now in love with bella hines.

You couldn’t help it.

You were drawn to Bella. The way she was unapologetically herself. The way she never gave a damn what others thought, and the way she was always honest.

The two of you were bound to grow close, being on the same team and all, but Bella was a freshman, and it was your last year at LSU.

You should’ve never grown that close. But you did.

From the moment you met Bella, you knew. There was something different about her. Something that intrigued you. But, again, she’s a freshman. It’s her first year of college basketball, and your last.

Getting along was one thing—you had to, for team chemistry, but actually getting to know Bella? That was entirely different.

And you very quickly learnt that you liked her. Not just because of how pretty she is—because she is—or how good she is at basketball—because she is—but because of everything in between.

You liked her for her love of food, her love of God, her love of basketball, her love of music, her love of everything in life. You were captivated by her. By how she was purely herself.

And Bella liked you, too. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, you were the superstar senior, sharp-shooter, national champion, and best friends with Flaujae, about to enter the draft.

Bella was the wide-eyed kind of clueless freshman who still had a lot to learn and a whole career ahead of her.

And all those things still didn’t stop the both of you from catching feelings.

The team clocked both of you immediately during summer sessions, even Milaysia clocked the vibes, and she just got there.

The only people who didn’t were the two of you.

And it drove the team crazy.

Seeing the not-so-subtle looks you sent each other when the other wasn’t looking, or the smiles on your faces when your hands touched for 0.1 seconds.

It even started to drive Coach Mulkey crazy and she didn’t even clock the vibes till later on.

At that point, the team was rooting so hard for y’all to get together, they started conspiring.

If there was a team bonding dinner, oh, suddenly, no one else is available to drive Bella, but you. Bella’s hungry? Flaujae’s pushing you to the door, keys in hand. Bella wants to film a TikTok? Grace is pushing you in there, and you’re either lingering in the back or standing right next to Bella.

And, yes, maybe some would call that coercion or overly going or whatever other words there are, but if you only got one year with Bella, the team wanted to make it the best year ever.

Even if you couldn’t be with her for real, and the only quality time you spent together was looking for food, buying food, eating food, listening to music or buying LEGO’s, at least it was together, right?

Bella has known how she felt for a while. Longer than how long she’s officially known you.

She knew who you were in high school. She had a small, innocent little crush, but that quickly changed when she actually met you.

You were funny, and smart, and kind, and absolutely beautiful. Your jokes were top-tier, and Bella was always cheesing whenever she was around you.

Spending time together, Bella also quickly came to the realisation that her “small, innocent little crush” was actually a huge, not-so-innocent, big crush. A crush that drove Bella damn near insane whenever she was near you.

But she had to remember. You were leaving soon. You and Bella would only have a year together. And Bella had to treasure every moment.

Practice was extra brutal that day. Coach Mulkey was on your asses for the Duke game. 11 - 1 in the first quarter was “unacceptable,” she said. You got your get back, but that still wasn’t enough, and Mulkey dragged your asses through the mud to make sure it didn’t happen again.

You were planning on going straight home. You wanted to take a hot shower, cuddle with your pet, watch some movies and fall asleep in the process, but one comment from Bella about wanting to get something to eat and suddenly you had no plans.

So, you stood by the door, keys in hand and waited for Bella to finish collecting her stuff before both of you left to find something to eat.

Getting in your car, Bella immediately connected to your Bluetooth and put on an Olivia Dean song.

The soft voice of Olivia filled your car, and Bella was sitting in the passenger seat, singing along softly, and occasionally glancing over at you as though she was singing to you. Not that you noticed.

Traffic in Louisiana was a bitch, so it took a while, but you eventually pulled up to a common food place that you and Bella visited multiple times a week.

You went through the drive-thru and ordered your food, knowing both your orders off by heart.

After paying and getting the food, you pulled into the car park and handed over Bella’s food.

You kept the car on, knowing Bella would want to listen to music and sure enough, she grabbed her phone and clicked on a song.

The soft notes of A Couple Minutes by Olivia Dean, again, filled your car, and you both sat in silence, eating and listening to Olivia.

“Back on your sofa, of course I still care”

“Love’s never wasted, when it’s shared”

“And although it’s over, I’ll always be there”

“Only have a couple minutes and we’re going back to real life”

Listening to Olivia, you realise just how right she is.

You and Bella only had a couple minutes together before reality hit, and you were off to hopefully be drafted, and she was gearing up for her second year.

You couldn’t possibly pursue anything with Bella.

You were leaving.

And she was staying.

You couldn’t possibly put yours and her career in jeopardy if you said anything. And, yeah, maybe you could keep it private, but if you got drafted, you had no idea where you would end up, and long-distance relationships don’t always work out. Especially not for couples that just got together.

Little did you know, Bella was thinking about the same thing as you. Just not the negative.

She was taking Olivia’s words as a sign that she needed to tell you before reality did hit and you were gone.

If you left before Bella could tell you how she really felt, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Living with this guilt because she wasn’t honest. Living with devastation because she would never find out how you felt.

She had to tell you.

Bella leaned over and turned the volume down, then she spoke up, breaking the silence, “Hey, can I talk to you?”

You glanced over, taking in the serious tone in her voice, “You’re talking to me right now,”

She huffed, a smile forming on her face, “You know what I mean.”

You laughed, “Yeah, you can talk to me. What’s up?”

Bella’s smile slipped from her face, and she put her food down. You raised an eyebrow. It must be pretty serious if Bella was putting her food away.

She glanced up at you, then turned her gaze to the middle console and didn’t make eye contact, “I, um, I have something to tell you,”

You put your food down and focused all your attention on Bella, “Okay…Is everything alright?”

She nodded her head quickly, still not making eye contact, “Yeah, yeah, it’s just pretty serious,”

Then she started rambling, “Not like death serious, but like still pretty serious, I mean, in comparison to other serious things, this isn’t that serious, but, I mean, it’s serious to me. It means a lot to me and—”

You watched in amusement as she rambled on. You could listen to her go on and on for hours, but it was clear she was nervous, and she had something serious to say, so you cut her off.

“Bella.”

She stopped. She was still looking at the middle console, still not making eye contact.

“Breathe, it’s okay. Whatever you have to say, it’s gonna be fine,” You reassured Bella, then laughing slightly, you continued, “and would you please look at me? You’ve been avoiding eye contact for a while now; it’s starting to hurt my feelings.”

Bella took a deep breath, then finally looked up and made eye contact with you.

And when she did, she couldn’t help it. Curse her stupid freshman hormones.

She surged forward and grabbed your face, bringing your lips together in a kiss.

Your lips were soft and plump, and Bella could taste your strawberry chapstick.

You froze for a second out of surprise, but it was long enough for Bella to pull away and start freaking out.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. Why would I do that?”

You sat, eyes wide and watched Bella cover her eyes and ask herself why she would do that.

You didn’t even get time to find out what Bella tasted like. Maybe you should.

So, you leaned forward and captured Bella’s lips in another kiss, effectively cutting her off from rambling on some more.

Once Bella realised you were kissing her, she melted into you. Her hands wrapped around your neck, and your hands were on her face, holding her close.

Bella tasted like the chocolate sundae she just had, along with hints of strawberry—probably residue from your strawberry chapstick.

Bella’s hands moved to grip your hair, pulling you closer, and one of your hands drifted to her jaw. Your thumb rubbing her cheek back and forth.

The two of you finally pulled apart, huffing and puffing from what seemed to be the best kiss either of you have had.

You let out a long breath, rubbed Bella’s cheek again, then quietly asked, “You okay?”

Bella grinned, “More than okay,”

The two of you could talk about the complicated parts later, what mattered right now was staying in the moment, and treasuring it because, as Olivia said, you only had a couple minutes before you’re going back to real life.