#breanna stewart x you

[nylibrty]

could you pls write a stewie x virgin!reader either it being her first time with her or first time w strap and bre being really careful but also hot lol (praise and talking through it yk) thank youuuu

tell me somethin' good, baby ⸝ ⸝ ⸝ b.stewart

「pairing」 breanna stewart x virgin!reader

「summary」 request ^^

「cw」 smut. gentle sex, praise, a lot of yap 😭, white tank top stewie mentioned, stewie being a sweetheart <3

「notes」 hope i did your vision justice anon !

your senses were flooded with breanna and breanna only. you were sat on her lap, your lips intertwined and had been for the past hour. this is usually as far as it ever got, bre knowing you were still a virgin and didn't want to push you into anything.

you had pulled away for a moment, not only to catch your breath but also look at your girlfriend for a moment. you needed this, and you needed it now. you weren't sure how much longer you could ignore the need in your brain and the throbbing between your legs.

"bre, 'm ready" you mumbled, resting your forehead against hers. her hands balled your shirt a little, a nervous look coming across her face at the same time.

"are—are you sure? idontwannaforceyouintoanythingorlikepressureyou" she rambled, almost so quick and stuttery you missed what she said. a small chuckle erupted from your throat.

"shh, yes baby. 'm sure, now make love to me. please." you giggled, a soft blush coming onto your face.

she nodded, and with that flipped you two around effortlessly. you stared up at her in awe, soft wet curls draped her shoulders, her nipples poked through the white fabric of her tank top, and the look of love that filled her eyes. "tell me if its too much, 'kay?" she mumbled against your lips.

you nodded and brought her in closely, returning back to your previous activities. her lips worked against yours like they had countless times before, but this time with a new sense of fervor, like you were her last meal. your hands tangled into those damp curls, enjoying how she reacted when you tugged slightly.

her hand ran down your body, blunt nails taking their time to run down the fabric of your shirt and eventually the waistband of your shorts. she played with the elastic slightly, her fingers slipping under and running across the skin before coming back out. "can i?" she asked, pulling away to look at you once more.

"please breanna," you whimpered. with a nod, she slipped off your panties and shorts in one fluid motion. her eyes darting down, admiring your lower half. she had seen you naked plenty of times, but never in this context.

"you're so beautiful." she grinned, diving right back in to kiss you once more before you even had a chance to respond.

her fingers slipped down once more. instead of reaching a sleek pair of panties, she reached your slick folds this time around. she swallowed a soft moan from you the second she ran a finger through your soaked cunt. "so wet f'me." she grinned, moving down slightly to kiss across your neck.

your arms rested around her neck, keeping her close to you. your legs fell open at the feeling of her thumb run across your clit and a finger tease your entrance. "ill stop whenever, just say the word." she murmured against your neck before gently slipping in one finger, her thumb still circling your clit oh so gently.

it was like something you've never felt before, a sharp gasp fell from your lips and your hips instinctively pushed up into her. "you're taking me so good, baby." she was looking at you now, her blue eyes staring at you so lovingly. the praise spurred you on even further, pushing you to places you didn't even think were possible. now that you knew this feeling, you might never want her to stop.

her thumb applied the tiniest bit more pressure to your clit and you could've sworn you were seeing stars. your whimpers escalated into moans. above you, breannas pants got quicker as well, she was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"so, so, good for me." she mumbled over and over again, along with simple i love yous and your name.

a second finger stretched you open, "fuck! bre!" you moaned, your head pushing back into the plush pillows that had you propped up. a series of pleas fell from your lips, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge.

"cum for me, pretty girl." she whispered into your ear, biting at the lobe.

thats all it took, with a string of expletives' tumbling out of your mouth with no control, you came. and it felt fucking great.

you never wanted this feeling to end, you wanted to live like this forever. breannas lips attached to yours with her fingers knuckle deep inside you.

after what felt like minutes, bre gently pulled out of you. she brought her own fingers up to her lips and licked off the layer of slick that coated them, moaning at the taste.

she straddled your lap gently, cupping your face between her hands. "thank you for this." you mumbled, bringing your own hand up to hers to run your fingers over her knuckles.

"im so happy you trusted me." she smiled, leaning in for another kiss.

[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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[mrsarnold]

hi babyyy! could you do prompt 4 with stewie?? 🥰🥰

011. walking in the winter wonderland! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : going to a christmas town with stewie

pair : stewie x fem!reader

warn : fluffy fluff

note : um idk how to write for stewie well but i tried

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air as you and Breanna stepped into the small Christmas town. It was December 11th, and the snow was gently falling, dusting the streets and the rows of twinkling lights that lined every storefront. Breanna’s eyes lit up as she looked around, her gloved hand securely in yours.

“This is amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

You grinned, watching her take it all in. “I told you it would be worth the drive. I mean, it’s literally called Christmas Haven. How could it not be magical?”

She gave your hand a gentle squeeze, pulling you toward a stand selling steaming cups of hot cocoa. “Hot chocolate first, then skating,” she declared, already digging into her pocket for her wallet.

“Skating?” you teased. “I didn’t know WNBA players could risk a slip-and-fall like that.”

Breanna raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “Oh, I’ll be fine. You’re the one I’m worried about.”

The challenge in her tone made you laugh, and you bumped her shoulder as the two of you joined the line for cocoa.

As you sipped your drinks and wandered through the town, every moment felt like it had been pulled straight from a holiday movie. Breanna’s laugh echoed as you tried to convince her to take a picture in front of a giant inflatable Santa. She refused at first, but you managed to sneak a shot of her next to it when she wasn’t looking.

Later, at the skating rink, she proved you wrong—of course. Breanna glided effortlessly across the ice, her long limbs making it look almost too easy. You, on the other hand, clung to the railing for dear life until she skated over and offered her hands.

“Trust me,” she said softly, her breath visible in the cold air.

You hesitated but let her pull you away from the edge. Her hands were steady, her confidence contagious, and soon you were laughing as she spun you gently around the ice.

By the time you left the rink, your cheeks were sore from smiling. The evening ended with a carriage ride through the town’s illuminated streets, wrapped in a warm blanket as Breanna draped her arm around your shoulders.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” she said, her voice low and sincere. “This is… perfect.”

You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder. “It’s even better with you here.”

She pressed a kiss to your temple, and in that moment, with the snow falling around you and the lights glowing softly in the background, it felt like the world had paused just for the two of you.

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[caitified]

the alchemy

breanna stewart x reader 🏆

warnings:none ( repost from earlier, wasn’t formatted correctly )

as the final buzzer echoed through the arena, the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. confetti rained down from the rafters, showering breanna as she huddled together with her teammates in celebration of their WNBA championship win.

amid the swirling chaos on the court, breanna’s eyes scanned the stands, searching for her girlfriend. she spotted you in the front row, standing with a mixture of pride and tears brimming in your eyes. you had been there through everything—through the grueling practices, the injuries, the highs, and the lows of breanna’s season. and now, you were here, in this moment, together.

breanna didn’t even stop to think. she broke away from the huddle of teammates, her legs carrying her straight toward the sideline.

“y/n!” breanna called out as she reached the edge of the court, her voice cracking from exhaustion and exhilaration.

you pushed your way through the crowd, your face lighting up as you saw breanna coming toward you. without hesitation, breanna reached over, pulling you into her arms.

“you did it! and you only gave me a few heart attacks!”you said, your voice choked with emotion as you wrapped your arms around breanna’s neck.

“we did it,” breanna corrected softly, burying her face in your shoulder. the weight of the victory, the grueling season, the expectations—it all melted away in your embrace. it didn’t matter how many points she’d scored or how many rebounds she’d pulled down. What mattered was this, being here with the person she loved.

you pulled back just enough to look at her, brushing a strand of sweaty hair from Breanna’s face. “you were amazing out there. i’m so proud of you.”

breanna smiled, her eyes shining with a mix of exhaustion and happiness. “i couldn’t have done it without you, y/n. you’re my rock, you know that?”

your cheeks flushed slightly, your smile growing. “i just stand here. you’re the one doing all the hard work.”

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to breanna’s lips. the noise of the crowd seemed to fade for a moment, leaving just the two of you in your own world.breanna’s heart swelled as she held you close, feeling your warmth, your love, and the steady heartbeat that grounded her in this whirlwind of triumph.

“i love you,” breanna whispered against your lips, her voice tender.

“i love you too,” you whispered back, your hands gripping breanna’s shoulders.

after a moment, breanna stepped back, glancing around at the celebration still raging on the court. her teammates were gathering for the trophy presentation, the media swarming in, and the cameras flashing.

“don’t go anywhere” she said, taking your hand.

as the trophy was handed to breanna, she turned toward you, holding it up triumphantly. your eyes sparkled as you took in the sight of breanna standing there, a champion in every sense of the word.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

later that night, after the celebrations had died down and the adrenaline had worn off, breanna and you found yourselves back in your hotel room, the championship trophy sitting on the table beside you. the room was quiet now, a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the arena, and you lay together on the bed, tangled in each other’s arms.

breanna sighed contentedly as she rested her head on your chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breathing. “i still can’t believe it,” she murmured.

you chuckled softly, running your fingers through her messy hair. “believe it. you’re incredible.”

“thank you for being here,” breanna whispered, her voice soft and full of emotion.

you pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

breanna closed her eyes, feeling your warmth enveloping her.

breanna drifted off to sleep, the championship trophy gleaming quietly in the corner, as she held onto the person who made everything worth it.

thanks for reading!! send me more requests and as always lmk if u want a part 2.

[wnbawag]

Simply Enjoying The View

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x reader

Summary: You were Breanna Stewarts favorite cheerleader.

Warnings: Swearing, sex

Word Count: 779

Note: Just a little unedited (not proof read) blurb, I'm a sucker for Stewie x cheerleader. Side note - I have no idea if the WNBA has cheerleaders, I know they have halftime dancers but I am not sure if they have the traditional sideline cheerleaders. For the sake of this blurb, they didn't until recently.

My Masterlist

The WNBA getting cheerleaders was the best idea anyone had ever had.

Correction.

The NY liberty getting you was the best idea anyone had ever had.

Stewie felt pretty confident about this.

Even more confident in this idea as she stood in the showers, leaning against the shower wall as water fell down her sweaty body, simply enjoying the view.

That view, being you on your knees.

You with your head in between her legs, eating her out like your life depended on it.

Lord

Stewie had her hand in your hair, holding it back. It was the least she could do after ripping out your ponytail during your initial post-game makeout session.

“Damnit baby,” She moaned, head falling back on the shower tile.

“Make me cum baby, just like that. I did good baby, I deserve it,” 

‘Did good’ was an understatement for Stewie. She was ridiculous during the game, shooting 34 points. After every shot, she sent you that damn smirk and a point as you cheered from the sidelines. 

She swore the short skirts you wore were the only motivator she needed.

—

Speaking of short skirts.

Stewie loved nothing more than waiting for the locker room to clear out, then taking you with the uniform still on. 

She’d steal your panties, of course, she was a gentleman like that. 

Add them to her personal collection.

After showering she’d strap pack under her ‘going home’ clothes and procrastinate leaving until her entire team had cleared out. Then you’d get that text.

“Come now,”

And damn.

You’d be coming.

Stewie loved bending you over against her locker and pounding that damn blue strap into you, your cheerleader skirt flying in time with her thrusts.

She’d wrap those damn hands around your neck, pull you into her from behind while never letting up on those thrusts.

“You were distracting me out there, twirling in that little getup. I think you need to apologize, don’t you?” And with that, she’d squeeze the hand around your throat until you saw stars, then thrust so hard you saw a whole galaxy.

Needless to say, you were collapsing on her dick after that orgasm. 

Stewie would catch you, she was always there to catch you. She’d pull out, praising you the entire time, and help you walk to the showers. 

Stewie carried you once. You jumped her bones so hard after that - you couldn’t walk the next day.

—

Stewie didn’t like all the leers you got.

She knew that you and her weren’t official, you were just having fun, but the way people looked at you during games made her feel like she needed to propose here and now.

She didn’t, she controlled herself.

She did, however, find you immediately after the win, slung a long arm around your shoulders, and steered you away from the stands and over with her to do media.

She kept that arm around your shoulders for the majority of the post-game interviews, but it selfishly moved down to hold your hip as the night drug on. 

Her hand was so large against your hips, her pinky finger reached the hem of your skirt. 

And she didn’t let you forget that fact.

She spent the whole last interview just rubbing the hem of your skirt and the smooth skin underneath with her finger.

Drove you damn crazy.

Stewie offered you a ride home and you accepted with a soft smile, luring her into a false sense of safety.

This was quickly dissolved as she got in the driver's seat of her car and you lunged over the middle console.

Y’all remade the Chappel Roan song that night

Damn did you love eating her out in her own car.

—

During the off season, you found yourself at Stewie’s apartment more than your own. Stewie came to your apartment once, decided she was your sugar daddy once she saw your sad excuse for a shoebox you insisted was an apartment, and promptly kept you at her place. 

You woke up one Saturday morning before her. She had an arm slung around your body as she spooned you, softly breathing in your ear.

You woke up in a … mood.

So, naturally, you rolled her onto her back, straddled her, and began kissing any skin you could get to.

And maybe going to skin that was previously covered.

And possibly drifting further south.

She really didn’t need to be wearing boxers, you were doing her a favor by taking them off.

Well if she wasn’t wearing any boxers, you might as well just wake her up with some head.

Stewie’s hand moved to your hair, gathering it into a practiced ponytail.

“Well hot damn, ma. I think I might just have to wife you up,”

[taurasiscntybun]

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Hiiii I’m Chlo, you might know me from twitter (also taurasiscntybun). The brainrot is so real I needed to make a tumblr to post my fics! Don’t be a narc btw cause I’ll block you. A little about me; I’m 25, a lesbian, and American. This account is def gonna be 18+ so minors DNI

I take requests for smut, fluff, or plot but not between two players! I also will not be writing any college players. Feel free to request for:

Diana Taurasi (duh)

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Sue Bird

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Master list

Diana Taurasi

Breaking in the rookie

Pt one: https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/765654891368775680/breaking-in-the-rookie-pt-1

Pt two: https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/766181537507049472/breaking-in-the-rookie-pt-2

Pt three: https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/766464474629783552/breaking-in-the-rookie-pt-3

One shots:

https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/766252034019196928/best-way-to-wake-up

But we’re roommates!

Pt one https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/767632015597223936/but-were-roommates

Pt two https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/767798349699203072/but-were-roommates-pt-2

Pt three https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/768167904669761536/but-were-roommates-pt-three

Bite bargains

Pt one https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/769589233134583808/bite-bargains-pt-1

Brittney Griner

One shots

Thanksgiving https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/768432109114261504/thanksgiving-stuffing

Tash Cloud

Tash x virgin reader hc https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/769920968871264256/nsfw-headcannons

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[ilovecatilinclark]

Master List

abt me!

Caitlin Clark

I could be a better boyfriend

Winner

You were right

Paige Buecker

Chance

Woman

Style

Breanna Stewart

pool party (coming soon)!

Natasha Cloud

don't touch her

Teasing

Damn.

head cannons!

Kelsey Plum

loveeeeeee song

Diana Taurasi

Damn.

Sweetheart

Coaching

Other

Bake (tp x reader)

[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.”

[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.”

[kbbueckers]

get 2 know me!

hi, my name is kayla! i write for women's basketball and some of my other favorite women

who i mainly write for

paige bueckers

kk arnold

azzi fudd

aubrey griffin

anyone else on uconn (except q!! iykyk)

nika muhl (i LOVE nika muhl)

diana taurasi

breanna stewart

ellie williams

billie eilish

anyone else you wanna recommend!

please dni if you're

rascist

homophobic

transphobic

sexist

abelist

a trump supporter

other things about my page

• i usually proofread my stuff, but every now and then i get lazy

• i write [person] x reader (smut, fluff)

• i occasionally write player x player (fluff only)

i might start writing by next week, or sooner!

thank you for reading! please send writing recommendations under my "ask me anything" section on my page. tips on how to improve my writing would be amazing too!

-kbbueckersꨄ 💋

[totaly-obsessed]

Fic decision help

Y'all I need help. Can't decide between Diana and Breanna for a fic, so here is a Poll and a bit of Context so you'll understand:

It's a player x pregnangt!reader fic, and they are essentially vlogging themselves getting stuff for the nursery. It's supposed to be light fluffy and fun.

I also would be up to writing it for someone else (if I know them well enough) but I think it works best with an 'older' player, seeing as they are about to be parents, yk?

[moshuka]

https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiluv/755315365449482240/you-and-stewie-hooking-up-in-a-pool-during

https://www.tumblr.com/billiefinnese/755360188337471488/i-still-hate-you-you-know-i-know

https://www.tumblr.com/prettiestofpisces/755356816656957440/breanna-stewart-x-reporter

stewie writers did their big one today

read all of these back to back and had to run a lap around town

[dearestclement1ne]

toxic uconn stewie save me https://www.tumblr.com/prettiestofpisces/754910199527194624/breanna-stewart-x-reader

i love you toxic uconn stewie