#breanna stewart x you

[nylibrty]

— (you make me wanna) slip off a new dress

OR.  when  stewie  sees  you  after  her  gold  medal  win,  and  she  just  has  to  have  you.

msg  from  sen  :  my  first  fic  back!!!!!  so  sorry  if  this  is  a  lil  rusty  </3

also…  for  the  sake  of  this  fic,  js  pretend  like  they  aren't  playing  in  lilles  (i  didnt  want  to  write  in  a  2  hour  bus  ride  lmfao)

the buzz in the air was palpable, every player walking off the court to go see their partners and families in the stands after their gold medal win. breanna walked over to you, sweat dripping down her face, her muscles flexed from the last 40 minutes of constant movement, and a bright gold medal hanging from her neck. she looked good.

you were so happy for her, but you also couldn't help your mind wondering off to what she might look like on top of you. you'd seen it many times before, but seeing her like that after her winning a gold medal made you just as aroused.

“hi baby,” she grinned, her hands lacing into your hair and pushing you close to her, interlocking lips with a fiery passion. you could tell—from the fervor of her movements—that she had the same intentions as you. she needed you, the adrenaline was pumping through her veins and she just had to get it out. it took everything in her to step away from you.

“meet me back at the hotel in an hour, okay?” she mumbles, her sticky forehead sticking to yours.

you nodded, giving her one last kiss before she walked away to reunite with her teammates in the locker room. you made your way back to the hotel, picking up champagne from a local store on the way. 

an hour later, you were laid out on the plush bed, clad in red lingerie. your finger lazily making its way down your body, teasing yourself until your lover got home. too busy lost in the sensation of your own fingers against your fabric covered nipples to notice the hotel door opening. breanna closed the door gently behind her, and stalked towards you. you only noticed her when you felt the bed dip under her weight. she was changed out of her jersey and was in a hoodie and sweats now. her hair was damp and the gold medal still hung from her neck. she crawled up the bed, coming up to kiss you.

her lips met yours, with much more passion than the last time you two kissed in the arena. “red set, huh?” she smirked, her hands running over the lacy details, groping your tits gently. a soft gasp fell from your lips, her hands against you felt so much better than yours. no matter how much you try, your own hands and fingers will never feel as good as breanna's, so you're grateful she's always there. 

“mhm, jus' for you,” you mumbled in between gasps while she sucked on your neck. she sucked and bit marks into your neck, not caring about people potentially seeing it the next day. after successfully covering your neck in purple and pink marks, she pulled herself up and started to take off the medal so she can take off her hoodie.

“keep the medal on, please…” you whined. a smug smirk came across her face as she took off the hoodie and her sports bra underneath, throwing them haphazardly across the hotel room.

a moan fell from your lips as you studied her toned upper body in nothing but a gold medal. it made you even more aroused, you were sure you damn near soaked the sheets from the sight. she leaned forward again, sucking and biting against your skin again. she unclipped the upper half of your lingerie set, moving down your body and latching her lips onto your nipple. the cold metal laid against your stomach, the mixed sensations of her hot mouth against your tit and the cold metal against your stomach made your brain go fuzzy. you were desperate for her to do something more, needing her to touch you.

you let out incoherent babbles and whines, praying she gets the hint. breanna's head perks up, her once soft blue eyes are now darker and swirling with a haze of lust. “use your words babygirl,” she purred, her accent peaking out.

“touch me, please.” 

“where, baby?” she asked, smirking at your frustrations when you whined again.

you grabbed her hand, guiding it down to your heated core. “clit, bre—please,”

“good girl.” she smiled, slipping the red lacy panties to the side and running her finger through your slick folds. you cried out, throwing your head back against the pillows. tension leaving your body as she gathered the slick and rubbed tight circles around your clit. 

“fuck bre,” you moaned, bucking your hips. she kissed you again, swallowing your moans as she slipped two fingers into you, gently thrusting them in and out of you. they made you feel so full, the sudden intrusion bringing you pure ecstasy. her fingers sped up, going faster and faster making you scream in pleasure. both you and breanna couldn't seem to care about your neighbors when she was knuckle deep in you. her abs flexed—the gold medal looking so good against the rippling muscle—as she fucked you, soft grunts leaving her lips. 

the thrusts became so much, you were getting so close. “bre, 'm close, please.” you whined, attempting to buck your hips but being held down by the weight of her on top of you.

“cum for me babygirl,” she purred against your ear, biting the lobe gently.

white hot heat rushed through you as you let go, moaning loudly as you gushed liquid. breanna kissed on you while she helped you ride out your high. “such a good girl,” she mumbled in your ear along with other strings of praises. 

after what felt like forever, you came back to yourself, feeling breanna's fingers gently pull out of you. bringing them up to your lips, prodding at your mouth.

“suck.”

[sapphicbrink]

stewie fic pls!

— baked with love . breanna s.

sum  :  baking  with  your  lover  is  always  fun,  even  if  it  doesn't  turn  out  like  expected.

pair  :  breanna  stewart  x  girlfriend!reader

warn  :  a  tiinyyy  bit  suggestive

౨ৎ . . . your girlfriends soft hums and utensils clattering together filled the otherwise silent room. it was raining cats and dogs outside your shared new york apartment, which left you with only one option:

baking with your girlfriend.

it had almost become tradition at this point. every time breanna had a day off and it was overcast, it led to you two dancing around in the kitchen and probably horribly ruining whatever dessert you two attempted to make. today was no different, this time around it was an attempt at blueberry muffins. she had reassured you that you two had all the ingredients and enough of each, and that this time it shouldn't go horribly wrong.

“uhm… babe.” she muttered interrupting the peaceful silence.

“what?” you asked, turning around and pausing from prepping the cupcake baking sheets. she stood with a light blue mixing bowl in hand, white baking powder stains all over her black top. 

“i spilled it. and now we don't have enough to make them properly.” her almost scared demeanor made you laugh. she had promised you that this time, it wouldn't be messed up and you would actually have the fresh baked muffins you had been craving for weeks.

you stepped closer to her, wiping some of the white powder away from her cheek and kissing her. she melted into your touch, graciously accepting. “its okay, i'm sure it'll still turn out fine?” you shrugged, returning back to the baking sheets.

she sighed and went back to mixing. minutes later she came up behind you, her head resting on your shoulder as she poured the mixture into each lined tin. “y'know i could've moved out of your way,” you laughed, watching her struggle to maneuver around you to properly fill each section.

“mm, i like this better.” she smiled, kissing against your neck.

you rolled your eyes and assisted her in pouring them, wiping around the edges. she finished pouring and slid the sheet into the hot oven and joined you on the couch. you two spent the next half and hour lazily making out, only stopping because of the loud timer going off. “stupid thing cockblocking me…" she muttered as she moved you off of her and got up. she made her way to the oven to check on the muffins, only to find them flat and pale. 

“…fuck.” you heard her say. you got up, curious to see what she was so upset about. when you saw it you could only laugh.

“i'm sorry, again.” she frowned.

“its okay, my love. you could butcher every meal for the rest of our lives and i'd still love you.”

she finally cracked a smile, moving towards you to kiss you once more.

[sw6eet]

good girl | breanna stewart x reader synopsis: in which breanna treats her good girl.

breanna’s tongue gently flicked at your clit, your head falling back onto the pillows as you laced your fingers in her curls.

“g-god,” you moaned as two of her thick fingers pushed into your tight cunt, causing a smirk to form on her plump, pink lips.

“you like that baby? my fingers stretching you out?” she asked, matching her mouth around your clit as you squirmed beneath her strong hold.

“uh uh!” you nodded, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as she curled her fingers inside of you.

your cunt tightened around her fingers as you inched closer to your climax, breanna grinning at that.

“gonna cum f’me, hm?” she asked, looking up at you.

“go on, cum for me.”

those words was all it took for you to release on her fingers, a mixture of your arousal and cum adorning her pretty fingers as she pulled them out of you.

“so good for me, baby.”

[brenw376]

BADDIE BADDIE SHOT OCLOCK🕰️🕰️

[prettiestofpisces]

can’t wait to see what happens next https://www.tumblr.com/prettiestofpisces/754910199527194624/breanna-stewart-x-reader

Breanna Stewart x Reader

part 2 to this

thank you all for the love..

it’s FINALLY here🫡

⋆⭒˚.⋆smut, dildo use, geno mention loll

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it took every ounce of you to leave breanna alone, to not call and plead for her to return.

you placed the cards in her hands.

whether she longed for your forgiveness or would rather leave your heart lonesome, all you asked for was closure.

to know if the one and only women you’ve shared your soul with felt the same sparks fly when near….

it’d been weeks, three to be exact since you last saw breanna. you didn’t know if that night was the last time you’d ever see or speak to her again, so it ate you alive how it all ended, her sad and sorry eyes lingering in your mind.

sure enough breanna had regrets of her own. seeing you however often to not at all filled her with sorrow.

she wasn’t herself, her smile faded, and negativity clouded her judgement.

lashing out ballistically on her teammates whenever she could, stomping wherever she went, she was taking her frustrations out on those who didn’t deserve it, much like you.

her friends, teammates and most importantly coaches saw the anguish in her eyes and geno took it upon himself to solve it.

sitting down in his office breanna huffed, sighed and rolled her eyes, geno sitting across from her.

“did i do something?” she says.

“well you curse out your teammates every practice so i’d say so…” very blatant in his approach, breanna looks around the room.

“…and i can’t run a team like that, the fighting has got to stop but i need to know why it started.” still unable to look geno in the eye, her leg starts to tap. thinking of what to say and where to begin, she takes a deep breath.

“this girl, she means a lot to me but i think i lost her…” her words start to tremble.

“…i guess i was scared to commit but now that she’s gone, i-it keeps me up at night, i’m miserable coach and i don’t want to be.” tears cascaded down from her eyes that were now locked on geno. she looked deep searching for an answer he could give.

his heart softened, rarely did he see his gentle giant in such despair. she would sometimes doubt herself or forget where she was but never succumbed.

“kid, there’s a simple solution, tell her how you feel!” he said it slow yet stern.

“tell her you need her and want to be with her, she’ll know you mean it! you can’t let silly little thoughts keep you from being happy, okay?”

“okay.” she whispers. wrinkling the skin of her cheeks, as she takes the back of her hand to wipe her tears.

“thanks you coach” she smiles.

in the locker room after cleaning herself up breanna sat infront of her bench highlighted “b. stewart” with the number thirty.

pulling out her phone she scrolled through her contacts, eventually landing on yours.

the first ring sounded and breanna prayed you picked up.

then the second, and her hopes plummeted.

when on the third she heard a soft voice say “hello?”

“oh- god tell me you’re in your room? i just want to talk!” breanna says.

“i am but seriously b i don’t think it’s a good time” you said in attempt to keep her away but still, she persisted.

“five minutes is all i ask, please?”

you knew you couldn’t stop her from making amends or at least hear out so in an instant she was at your doorstep.

when you heard knocking on your door, you of course knew it was breanna.

opening it she stood tall, with her hair a mess and eyes as red as roses.

“hey” she says breathlessly.

“hi” you say in return.

once again finding it hard to make eye contact she looks at her feet.

“b have you been crying?” you ask subtly.

“it uh- that doesn’t matter, i wanted to speak to you on where we stand.” she stuttered.

“i hated how things ended up you know?”

“right, so where do we stand?”

“i’m not exactly sure but i know that i’m sorry…”

“and i know i want to stand where you are, i want to be with you and for you.” although sounding so poetic, all you noticed was breanna on the verge of tears again.

you looked at her with empathy in your eyes. you knew she meant it but until she proved herself, there was nothing for you to do.

“to answer your question, yes, i’ve been crying. you make me emotional.” chuckling, she bit the inside of her cheek.

“c’mere” you say welcoming breanna into your arms. hugging you oh so tight until she speaks indistinctly in your shoulder.

“i missed you, so bad. it hurt me to not have you around.” a beat of silence taking over.

“yeah?” you said almost seductively in breanna’s ear.

the breath of your voice just barley tickled the hairs on her skin, yet it set flames off in breanna. pulling away from the hug, arms still entangled, she stares at your lips.

not wanting to move too fast she places her hands in the curve of your back while yours rest on the nape of her neck.

the only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing.

“we don’t have to-“ she says.

“i know.” being your reply.

playing with the dark curls left out of her ponytail you then guide her lips to yours.

slowly molding to one another you remember just what she tasted like, sweet mint.

next place you guide her is to the bedroom. your roommate nowhere to be found meaning you had the freedom of being as loud as you liked.

the golden fairy lights twinkling all over made breanna look sun-kissed, you wanted her more than ever before.

undressing and settling on your bed you notice breanna rummaging through your nightstand only to pull out a sparkly, lilac dildo.

“you use this plenty, don’t you?” face stoic.

“only when you’re not around” you tease.

breanna stripping to just her boxers, she makes way between your legs that are spread wide.

on her knee between your pussy she takes the dildo leveling it with your mouth. inserting it in slowly, it fits down your throat perfect.

now coated in spit, she shoves it in your cunt and your mouth falls open immediately.

in shock your pussy has been filled to the brim you close your legs.

“breanna!” you exclaim.

ignoring your outburst she aggressively plies your legs apart.

“no, you can take it! you’ve clearly been using it all this time..”

breanna takes hold of the dildo that’s deep inside you, and begins to pump it in and out. the more your moans fill the room the faster she goes.

“keep going bre, don’t fucking stop!”

to which she doesn’t. she fucks you till your eyes are rolling in the back of your head.

wishing she could feel your walls clenching around the lilac toy. instead she watches the creamy fluid spill out of you as you cum around the dildo.

snatching it out your hole breanna takes her tongue and collects every last drop but she doesn’t stop there either.

sucking and fucking your clit with her tongue, she spells her name in it.

“bre fuck me like you love me!” you scream undoubtedly knowing your neighbors hear every word.

taking a break from eating you out she tells you what you’ve been yearning to hear.

“god i do, i fucking love you so much”

attaching herself back to your clit she makes you cum for a second time, directly in her mouth.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

we ended on a nasty note but did we like???

speaking of nasty, i’m going to step away from smut for 2 seconds but feel free to still send in whatever your heart desires.

i can’t help but think when writing smut “they just might read this” …LMAO anyways

love you all💋

bye<3

[fortheloveofwbb]

anyways

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[lionescu]

sailor ✦ 19 she / her : sabrina ionescu’s #1 fan read before u flw ⟶ masterlist

requests & askbox open at all times unless stated.

[miaaluvspaige]

Title:Worth Fighting For

Parring : Breanna Stewart x reader

Being with Breanna Stewart was like being caught in a whirlwind. You had known from the moment you met her that she was something special. Her dedication to basketball was unmatched, and you admired her for it, but being with someone so committed to their sport came with its own set of challenges. Over time, it became harder to navigate the space between Breanna’s career and your relationship.

At first, things were perfect. You were her biggest supporter, attending games whenever you could, and Breanna made time for you in her busy schedule. But as the demands of her career grew, so did the distance between you. The missed dinners, the late-night phone calls that became shorter and less frequent, and the weeks apart had taken their toll. You tried to understand, to be patient, but it felt like you were slowly slipping away from each other.

One evening, after Breanna had returned from yet another road trip, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. She walked through the door, exhausted but happy to see you, and wrapped her arms around you as usual. But something inside you broke, and you pulled away.

“We need to talk,” you said softly, your voice trembling despite your efforts to stay composed.

Breanna froze, her smile fading as she searched your face. “What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. “I can’t do this anymore, Bre. I feel like I’m losing you. We barely talk, we never see each other, and when we do, you’re too tired to even be here with me. I feel like I’m fighting for us alone.”

Her face fell, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it had gotten this bad.”

“I know basketball is your life,” you continued, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “And I would never ask you to give that up. But I need to feel like I matter too.”

Breanna’s eyes softened as she stepped closer, reaching out to take your hands. “You do matter. More than anything. I just… I’ve been so focused on my career, on winning, that I didn’t realize I was losing you in the process.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and Breanna quickly wiped them away with her thumb, her expression full of regret. “I don’t want to lose you,” she whispered. “But I don’t know how to make this work.”

For a long moment, the two of you stood in silence, the weight of everything hanging heavily between you. Part of you wanted to walk away, to spare yourself the pain of continuing down this difficult path. But the love you had for Breanna was undeniable. She was worth fighting for.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you finally whispered, your voice cracking. “But we can’t keep going like this.”

Breanna nodded, her jaw tightening as she pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you like she was afraid to let go. “I’ll do better,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way to make this work. I promise.”

You held on to her, feeling the strength in her arms and the warmth of her breath on your neck. For the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe things could be different, that maybe this wasn’t the end.

---

The next few weeks were hard. Breanna did her best to show you that she was committed to making your relationship work, but the distance and her schedule still created obstacles. You had long, honest conversations about your needs, about how to balance her demanding career with your relationship. Breanna even started making more time for you, calling more frequently when she was away and scheduling weekends for just the two of you.

But even with these changes, there were still rough days. Days when you felt like you were back to square one, when it seemed like no amount of effort could fix the cracks in your relationship.

One evening, after Breanna had come home from a game, you found yourself lying beside her in bed, staring at the ceiling. She was exhausted, her body sore from the physical toll of the game, but she turned to you, sensing your unease.

“Are we going to be okay?” you asked softly, your voice barely a whisper in the dark room.

Breanna turned onto her side, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “We are,” she said firmly, her voice full of certainty. “I’m not giving up on us.”

Her words wrapped around you like a blanket, and you felt a flicker of hope light up in your chest. You turned to face her, your fingers tracing the lines of her face, the familiar curves and angles that you loved so much.

“I’m not giving up either,” you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

Breanna smiled against your lips, her hand sliding into your hair as she deepened the kiss. For the first time in a long while, the tension between you melted away, replaced by a sense of peace. This was what you had been fighting for—this connection, this love.

When you pulled away, Breanna rested her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with yours. “We’ll get through this,” she murmured. “I love you too much to lose you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with affection for the woman beside you. “We’re going to be okay.”

And in that moment, you believed it. You knew that there would still be challenges ahead, but you also knew that you and Breanna were strong enough to face them together. After all, love was worth fighting for.

Mia speaks

I write this angst without a happy ending but I didn’t wanna leave yall with a unhappy ending so I added one

[alytalksss]

stewie headcannons!

breanna stewart x fem!reader

warnings: smut (minors pls dni)

- giant softie

- regardless of how she is on the court she is the most loving and soft gf EVER

- especially uconn stewie

- her love language is def acts of service w a little physical touch sprinkled in there

- she wont EVER let you make the bed, open your own door, etc etc

- but she will also never NOT be touching you

- shoulders, thighs, hands , girl is all over you

nsfw

- definitely a switch, but when she tops she’s a soft dom

- has the biggest praise kink, one “good girl” and she’s whipped

- don’t be fooled, under all the fluff, there’s a major brat tamer

- do NOT piss her off, she will have you begging for HOURS

- rlly long fingers, and she knows how to use them

- not super big on public stuff, she’s more of a “doors locked in the privacy of my own home” typa gal

- strap warrior

- the strap is 10000% blue

- goes feral for you in white or blue lingerie

- again, not big on deep kink stuff, she’s vanilla (which is okay!)

- if you think that because she’s vanilla, she can’t make you cum 6 times one night, think again

again this mega short but ily guys !!

[nylibrty]

you're all i need ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ b.stewart

「pairing」 breanna stewart x reader

「summary」 hard days get a little less hard when your lover is waiting for you at home

「cw」 n / a : all fluff :)

「notes」 is this self indulgent? absolutely. do i care? not at all !

it was one of those days. one of those days where work and life generally kicked your ass so bad all you wanted to do was scream. luckily, breanna was always there. you had been texting her all day, complaining about your coworkers who seemingly don't know how to do their job and how you forgot to bring yourself lunch and how this day just keeps getting worse. she was all ears the entire time, reassuring you that you were gonna get home soon and she would be there.

that was one of the things you adored about bre.

her ability to always remain calm, always be there to pick you up—no matter how broken you were—and take care of you.

tears brimmed in your eyes as you sat in the drivers seat of your car. trying so hard to focus on the road while the stress that had been boiling up in you this entire week was spilling over. tears fell from your eyes when you finally parked, unable to hold it back much longer. you sniffled all the way into the house, your cheeks damp from the overflow of tears.

when you came into the house, you could smell breanna's cooking and could hear her soft hum to whatever playlist she had on.

suddenly, not everything was that bad.

you dropped your bag at the door and quickly discarded your shoes, relief overcoming you when you remembered you didn't have to go back to that place for two days. as if you could not stop them, the tears still poured from your eyes. even after breanna realized you were home and came rushing to embrace you. your hands balled up in her shirt as you sobbed into it.

" 's okay my love. im here." she mumbled against your head, placing light kisses into it. she drew shapes against your back with her finger, successfully soothing her. once you had calmed down enough and the sobs lessened, she pulled you away from her.

her hands found your face, cupping your cheeks gently and wiping stray tears away. "i made you dinner and we can watch whatever you want after, sound good?" her voice was soft and gentle, soothing you even more. you gave her a firm nod and she took your hand to lead you towards the dining room.

she took the time to make your favorite meal, which only warmed your heart further. she sat next to you and held your hand tightly the entire meal, letting you vent away your frustrations until they went away.

"go sit on the couch and put whatever on, ill clean up." she mumbled against your forehead as she placed a chaste kiss against it. you made your way to the couch, flicking through netflix til you found a shitty romcom that you two could laugh and make fun of, surely making you feel better.

she joined you soon after, cuddling up next to you and holding you close. maybe things weren't that bad when breanna was around. she melted the bad days away without fail, every time.

[sw6eet]

kiss your fingers forevermore . .

where ellie is unhappy with the fact you’re no longer able to hold her.

“please mama!” ellie cried, her small hands pulling at your shirt, desperate to be held by you.

“eliana, we’ve been through this before, i’m too pregnant to hold you right now baby.” you gently told her, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes.

“mommy can hold you, ellie,” breanna spoke, bending down to ellie to pick her up.

“but i don’t want mommy, i want mama!” ellie spoke through her hysterics, her face burying into breanna’s shoulder as she held her.

“i know baby, but we can’t always have what we want,” breanna’s voice was soft, doing her best not to upset the girl in her arms even more.

“how about this, ellie, we can snuggle on the couch, alone without the twins, and watch your favorite show, hm?” you offered sweetly, smiling as ellie sniffled and nodded.

“i’ll go put the twins down for their nap, and mommy can set up the couch for a movie, okay?” you said, getting up from your place on the couch to pick up bella and mateo before walking upstairs to put them in their cribs.

when you returned, you found stewie and ellie on the couch scrolling through movies to watch, your heart melting at the sight.

maybe this life was a little stressful at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[brenw376]

breanna my sun moon and stars happy birthday wherever you are🌞

-one thing abt me is i am not afraid to dm someone and second of all i always rhyme in birthday cards, so it was only right

[prettiestofpisces]

Breanna Stewart x Reader

nsfw 18+

💋: angst, car quickie, college stewie

⋆ ★ let me know if this is absolutely garbage and what to fix, you won’t hurt my feelings…muah

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you knew what breanna wanted when she asked if you were up.

“i want to come see you.”

you stared at the message contemplating if you wanted to get hurt yet again.

fooling around with thee breanna stewart, uconns mvp, was not for the weak. especially when she was up to no good. she wanted you for one thing and one thing only.

you two had met through mutual friends and as you attended her games your eyes lingered on breanna more than you’d like to admit. afterwards when all your friends would gather breanna couldn’t help but surround herself by you, asking where you were. becoming closer and closer you no longer needed a group of friends as an excuse to find your way back to one another. you two could enjoy each others company alone and conversate about life outside of basketball and aspirations while never getting tired.

spending sacred time together also meant there were hidden glances and touches that lingered that therefore only progressed.

after games there were no more nights out on the town but rather nights in with just the two of you that held no more innocent touches but instead the most ravishing sex you’d ever had.

after a hard loss breanna would be in distress and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. her pent up frustrations released into the rough kisses she gave you and forceful fingers rammed into your cunt.

however when they won, which was quite often, she’d treat you like a princess. holding your face in her hands pecking your lips and running her fingers through your hair.

nights like these you couldn’t help but to think you were in love. and sooner or later you’d be able to call breanna yours.

but those were not her intentions as breanna claimed this was just “for fun.” occupying her time and yours.

you should’ve known, you should’ve known she never had love for you once she orgasmed and rushed to put her clothes back on, never looking back.

but sex and to feel good clouded your judgment so now you’re here in the passenger seat of a 2005 toyota 4runner with the curly brunette in the drivers seat.

“why couldn’t i have come up again?” she questioned.

“because my roommate is sleeping B” you sigh and roll your eyes.

you lie between your teeth when in reality she begged you not to go downstairs. but you were consistent in telling your roommate you were only going to “talk” some things over, and to not worry.

as the stars twinkle breanna simply hums and scans your body, taking in the tight shirt which exposed your hardened nipples and short shorts that revealed your plush thighs.

“you look good” she mumbles.

“thank you B” you say flustered and unable to make eye contact. you look at the clock on the radio that illuminates the time, 12:37.

“look it’s late stewie and i’ve-“ she cuts you off to then grab your face, bring it close and whisper “so we need to be quick.” not able to resist, your breath halters and lips depart, you nod in agreeance and your facade faded.

breanna waste no time in securing your mouths together and playing with your bottom lip.

you whine, unsure of where to put your hands in which they result on her shoulders. sticking your tongue in her mouth they swirl together.

swapping spit was not in your night time regimen, but, you couldn’t resist all 6 foot and 4 inches of breanna. after some minutes of making out stewie grabs hold of your waist hoisting you up and over the middle console onto her lap. as you both release from the kiss a pop could be heard and you get settled in your new positions. breanna she pushes the seat down and back creating more room.

panting, you grind your clothed pussy on hers and slowly take off your top. breanna however quickly attaches one hand on to your tit and her lips on your neck. she sucked and scratched until after leaving a dark mark on your collarbone, satisfied. Leaning back into the seat she takes her shirt own off leaving just the black nike sports bra you knew all too well. in comparison she watched you struggle to manipulate yourself to take your shorts and panties off, a smile washing over her face.

you look at her with an annoyed expression and set yourself back on her lap, clit now exposed.

you look at each other in content.

“sit on my face” her grin widens

“hmm?”

“i said, ride my face, hard”

a puzzled expression takes over, and your nerves chewed you up.

in attempt to put your concerns at ease, stewie takes hold of you waist once again and forces you to move up over her chest.

seeing how bad she wants this you readjust some more and settle down to feel the immediate wetness of her tongue on your lips. hands still on your waist they move your hips back and forth and in circles along breannas lips, tongue and nose.

your hand makes it way to the window leaving a condensated print.

“B you make me feel so good” you moan and move harder, squeezing your eyes shut.

she chuckles and the vibrations tighten the knot in your stomach.

“o-oh my god”

“suck my clit harder please”

“mm fuck-“

dirty words expelled from you uncontrollably while stewie took one hand away from your torso to slap and grab your ass.

you yelp and just like that your orgasm was approaching.

everything on breanna is long, her arms, legs and especially her tongue. she stuck the muscle right in your pussy and with a few more pumps, in and out your orgasm hit you like a brick wall.

sliding off her face and back on breannas hips you cup your cunt as all the feelings became too much.

“you’re shaking” stewie says with a laugh.

“no shit B”

“we can really do this more often”

as stewie kisses you gently, reality then hits. more often meaning, late night calls and quickies.

your eyes taking in all her features glistening with your slick made you contemplate whether you’re able to really say goodbye and let her go.

“um- no B i don’t think we can…”

it’s breannas turn to then look puzzled.

her large palms move from your waist to the small of your back and rub the area in undetectable patterns.

“i-i don’t want to continue this.”

in search for your clothes you return back to the passenger seat.

“what?” she says plainly.

you slip your shirt and shorts on “i’m tired of doing this with you, pretending like i don’t want something more!”

breanna whips her head at you, eyebrows raised

“it pains me we’re so intimate but i can’t say you’re mine” you clutch your chest ready for whatever dismissive excuse she was about to give you. but instead she rubs her face and closes her eyes “okay.”

“okay?! breanna are you fucking serious?”

you’re hurt.

you never called her breanna, only “B” and on rare occasions “stewie.”

She blinks in disbelief “i truly don’t know what to say but i think it’ll all hurt your feelings.” she combs her fingers through her messy curls and you watch as the digits flex.

the words coming out her mouth sounded so good in her northern accent but their meaning sending you in shock.

you nod with wide eyes unsure of how the only person you had been so vulnerable with couldn’t give you the time nor day.

you simply get out of the suv holding back tears. on route back to your apartment, stewie watches your hips sway and you turn around to spit

“fuck you.”

you hear the engine to her car start.

she wasn’t going to call for you? yell out and tell you to come back?

no.

but she does wait until you’re in said apartment to speed away. leaving you to climb back in bed sobbing silently.

although the next morning you wake to a text reading

“i’m sorry.”

[mopopshop]

THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FORRRR stewie x controversially young gf like she’s a new rookie on nyl hehehehehe

Rookie (Breanna Stewart x OC)

hopefully this meets y’all’s expectations, give feedback if you’d like 🫶🏾

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You've only been on the team for a month, but it already feels like a whirlwind. From the moment you stepped into the training facility, your eyes were drawn to Stewie. She’s the team’s star player, and her presence commands respect. But it’s more than just respect that she garners from you; there’s something else, something that flutters in your stomach every time she’s near.

One evening after practice, you find yourself in the gym, shooting free throws. You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Breanna, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Okay Rook! I see you, staying late” she teases, hyping you up and leaning casually against the wall.

"Just trying to get better," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

She saunters over, her smile growing. "You know, I could give you some pointers. Help you out a little."

You laugh, shaking your head. "I don’t think I’ll ever be at your level, Bre."

"Oh, come on. You’ve got potential," she says, her voice low and playful. "Plus, you’ve got me to guide you." she grins, judging you with her elbow.

You raise an eyebrow. "Guide me? Is that what they call flirting these days?"

She grins, stepping closer. "Who said I’m flirting?"

You hold her gaze, your heart racing. "Just saying. You’re not really subtle you know"

Breanna chuckles, her eyes never leaving yours. "You’re pretty bold for a rookie, Jamie."

"And you’re pretty forward for a seasoned vet," you shoot back, your confidence growing.

She tilts her head, clearly amused. "Maybe I just know what I want."

You swallow hard, your cheeks warming. "And what is it that you want?"

Breanna takes another step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe… I wanna to get to know you a little better."

Your breath catches as her words sink in. "Get to know me how?"

"Well," she says, her eyes sparkling, "we could start with dinner. Unless you’re too busy practicing."

You grin, feeling a thrill at the prospect. "I think I can make time for dinner."

She nods, satisfaction evident on her face. "Good. Tomorrow night, then. After practice."

"Sounds like a plan," you reply, your heart pounding with excitement.

You watch her walk away and can't help but smile. Maybe this season is going to be even more exciting than you thought.

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The next day, after a grueling practice session, you find Breanna waiting for you outside the locker room. She’s dressed casually, but there’s an elegance about her that makes your heart skip a beat.

"You ready for that dinner?" she asks, her smile making your stomach do flips.

"Ready for you to Wow me," you tease back, trying to keep your cool.

Dinner is at a cozy little restaurant not too far from the arena. The conversation flows easily, with Breanna sharing stories from her years in the league and you talking about your journey to the WNBA.

"So, Rook" she says, leaning in slightly, "How’re you feeling about NYC?"

"It’s amazing," you admit. "Kinda starstruck honestly, been dreaming about being on this team forever."

She smiles “And the team? How are you finding that?"

You shrug, smiling. "It’s great. Everyone’s been really supportive. And, well, having you around has been... interesting."

Breanna raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Interesting, huh? In a good way, I hope."

You laugh, nodding. "Definitely in a good way."

"Good to know," she says, her voice softening. "I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, Jamie. There’s something about you that’s... refreshing."

"Refreshing?" you echo, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

"Yeah," she says, her gaze intense. "You’ve got this energy, this drive. It’s inspiring."

You smile, feeling a surge of confidence. "I could say the same about you."

Breanna’s eyes flicker with something you can’t quite place. "Well, maybe we can inspire each other."

Your breath catches at the implication in her words. "I’d like that."

As the night goes on, the flirtation between you becomes more obvious, the banter easy and filled with laughter. By the time you leave the restaurant, you’re both smiling, a new understanding between you.

"Thanks for tonight, Bre," you say as you reach your car.

"Anytime, Rookie," she replies, her eyes warm. "And remember, if you ever need more pointers... you know where to find me."

"I’ll keep that in mind," you say, your heart feeling lighter than it has in weeks.

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taking care of stewie when she’s sick?

Title: Rest and Recovery

Parring : Breanna Stewart x reader

The apartment was quieter than usual, the usual hum of activity replaced by the sound of soft breathing. You glanced over at Breanna, wrapped up in blankets on the couch, her face a little pale and her eyes heavy with fatigue. It wasn’t often that the strong, athletic forward for the New York Liberty found herself under the weather, but today, she was completely down for the count.

“Are you warm enough?” you asked softly, kneeling beside the couch to feel her forehead. The fever had finally gone down, but she still looked exhausted.

Breanna gave you a small smile, though it was weak. “Yeah, just tired,” she murmured, her voice slightly raspy. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself. “I hate this.”

You chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know you do. But even the strongest need rest sometimes.”

She huffed, clearly unhappy about being benched, even if it was just in your living room. “I should be at practice,” she muttered, though you could tell she didn’t have the energy to stand, let alone play.

You shook your head. “You’ll get back to the court soon enough. For now, your job is to rest and let me take care of you.”

Breanna’s eyes softened at your words. “You’re really good at this, you know? Taking care of me.”

You smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Someone has to keep you from pushing yourself too hard.”

She sighed contentedly, her eyes fluttering closed as you tucked the blanket around her more securely. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, luckily for you, you won’t have to find out,” you teased, standing up to grab the tea you had prepared earlier. You handed her the cup, watching as she took a careful sip.

“Mmm, this is perfect,” she whispered, her voice sounding a bit clearer after the warm drink. “You really are the best.”

“Only for you,” you winked, sitting beside her as she leaned her head against your shoulder.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, the only sound the soft hum of the TV in the background. Breanna’s breathing evened out, and you could tell she was on the verge of falling asleep.

“Thank you,” she murmured one last time before drifting off.

You smiled, gently stroking her hair as she slept. Taking care of Breanna was easy because you loved her, and even though you knew she’d bounce back soon enough, for now, you were just happy to be the one by her side.

Mia speaks

Sorry this fic was a little short compared to my other ones I am very busy with my job and school so I will be posting more often on the weekends