#caitlinclarksmut

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: driver, roll up the partition please! — limo sex w loml cc!

warning(s): 18+/nsfw, strap, riding, nipple sucking, clit play, cait is lit the most encouraging girlfriend. word count: 412. Author Note: the clark cravings have been SO intense, i am actually in-love with cait & she is my wife but there's barely good smut fics of her so girly had to come out of hiatus and find this in the vault #cclover4L

"Bounce on it, pretty girl," she whispered against your neck, her long fingers teasing your sensitive clit, driving you wild.

Driving you indeed is Cait's personal driver, who has rolled up the partition at Cait's discreet request. You already know that means to settle on her expansive lap, perfectly shaped and just for you.

You're straddling her, her strap buried snugly in your cunt, little dress hiked up around your waist, and her breath hot against your neck, marking you up so nobody else thinks about how hot you are and tries to get with you tonight at the event. "Too much, C—I-I—fuck..!" you gasp, faltering into her arms as Caitlin hugs you tightly, her hips thrusting into your aching cunt—filling you thoroughly.

"What’d I tell you, baby?" she breathes, thrusts growing more urgent and insistent as she leans closer, "Hm?"

"I can do anything I put my mind to," you reply with determination.

"Good girl... you fuckin' love it when I call you that, right?" she murmurs, and you nod, eager to kiss her as a thank you—Cait teaches you to always show your gratitude. She pulls away, eyes sparkling with a question. "Can you do something for me, babe?"

You nod in agreement. "Can you cum for me? Can you put your mind to that?"

You tilt your face up. "Yeah, I—I wanna give you my cum, Cait, keep fucking me," you plead breathlessly.

She clutches your waist with her big hands, pulling you down hard like a fucktoy. "Like that, princess? Wanna tell me what you're gonna do on my dick?"

Your hands clench her button-down shirt, and within seconds, it's peeled down accidentally to reveal her tits, firm and inviting. You lean forward to lick at them. "I'm gonna cum, Caity..."

"On what, baby, on what? Tell me, gorgeous, c'mon, I wanna hear it." she moans softly, her eyes focalled in on the sight of your tongue pleasing her, both of you neglecting the thought of your driver.

"O-on you—on your dick."

You gasp, and her hands slide back down to your ass, gripping it firmly as she bounces you. "Do it, then."

You do, body shuddering and moans silenced by your mouth against her tits, trembling and sucking uncontrollably. You're almost scrambling to get off her, overstimulated, but Cait is quick to pull you back down, her voice low and steady, "It's a long drive."

And subsequently, it seems it's going to be an even longer ride. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: please tell me you understood the "longer ride" LMAO, i love my cheeky lil endings i think it rly makes this blog THIS blog yk? speaking of this blog, thank you for 1.2k?! i promise u i was lit just doing this for fun i can't believe yall mfs rly care but ty anyway <33!! inbox me, message me, reply idk i like to force y'all to interact w me lol. bye!

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: a lil short thing ab gf caitlin fight-fucking you with her massive arm guns because NOBODY TALKS ABOUT HOW HOT THIS CONCEPT IS??? like pls read i promise you'll become a sick fuck for this shit like i am after.

word count: 471.

author note: two drafts in one night??😫 ovulation was HEAVY when i wrote this one guys ik y'all finna be able to tell LMAO... (i was acc just fantasizing on google docs bruh)

Caitlin loved to fuck you like she was fighting you, asserting her strength.

You were struggling between Caitlin's legs, back against her chest with her bicep flexing tightly beneath your chin, restricting your breath as she held you firmly against her, thrusting her fingers into you with punishing speed.

“Feel good, baby?” she whispered, watching as you desperately clawed at her big arm, moaning breathlessly. “Mmpph! Fuck, I-I can barely breathe, baby, you're so strong," you gasped, looking up at her and sinking your sharp nails into her muscled thighs, feeling a dizzying mix of both pain and pleasure. And in a barbaric attempt to soothe you, Caitlin begins pressing urgent kisses to your jaw and cheek, startling you when she suddenly sinks into your neck predatorily, drawing a cry from your lips before she eases you with gentle suckles.

The sting becomes sharper when she unlatches, smirking against your new hickey as she says, "Wastin' all that breath screamin' and fightin'—better shut you up, huh?" her breath warm against your bruised skin.

The squeeze of her grip becomes tighter and you groan, your hand reaching up to tug on her ponytail as she moves inside of you inhumanly faster, breathlessly urging, "Give me your cum, baby, fuck yeah," at how you begin to writhe, trying to squirm out of her hold, but her strong, muscular legs hunch over your parted ones, keeping you trapped there, forced to endure her wrath.

She's relentless, felt pounding around every inch of your body—toes and nipples tingling, the back of your clenched eyes turning white, mind swirling like you're hypnotized, and tears streaming down your face at how overwhelming she is.

But she's stressing her words like she's really trying to entrance you, firmly commanding, "Give me your cum, c'mon baby, cum for me, please, cum for me." And the squelch and jam of her fingers are embarrassingly audible, gliding smoothly, your juices flowing down her wrist and onto the sheets below you.

The fact you still haven’t tapped out like you usually do is thrilling to Caitlin, the brunette feeding off your pain, hazel eyes drinking you in as you spill out, earning her victory yet again. "Yeahhhh like that, baby, cum on my fingers like that," she encourages proudly—and fuck, you do. Your body convulses uncontrollably, your little legs shuddering beneath her strong ones as she relentlessly bruises your G-spot, moans and ragged breaths escaping you as you surrender and release for her.

Like a pinfall, she releases you instantly and snaps back into girlfriend mode, gently asking, "Are you okay?" while holding you upright by your stomach. You feel spent, and she thinks she’s tired you out for a brief moment before you surprise her by jumping her, pulling her down onto the bed. "My turn," you declare, parting her legs. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: guys did i open your eyes to the vision of fight-fucking?? IF I DID PLS HOP ON MY TRAIN OF CONVINCING OTHER WRITERS TO DO THIS LMAO IM A VIEWER NOW I CAN SAY THAT

[arlertwhore]

CAN ANYBODY LIKE please tell me where this clip is from like… i would say i have searched high & low but my wife is so famous idek where to start my search

but ik y’all know everything on here 🔐🔐

ANYWAY baddies please don’t fail me i need this guys like u don’t get it she looks sooooooooooooo fuckijg good 🙈🙈🙈

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin 'my husband' clark x fem! reader synopsis: caitlin dedicates u a shot @ her game for that cookie 😄 word count: 580 warning(s): unedited asf reader gives virgin so idk? virginity loss?? idk, fingering, calm smut not too heavy bc this wasn't supposed 2 be smut but.., idk thinkin' that's it.

Author Note: i wish i could piece together words on how in-love I am with Caitlin Clark like I don't think anybody understands how badly I want her its not FUNNY!!

Her hands were like vines all over you, gripping your waist, gripping your thighs, and reeling you in closer. She wasn’t lying when she'd said she wanted to do this for a long time—after a drawn-out texting stage, an even longer going-out stage, and finally, the game-winning shot she had hit—a buzzer-beater logo-three, earning not just cheers but the right to take you, her little prize home.

Now, in the dim glow of a random hotel’s couch, she indulged in you with the fervor of months upon months that had felt like years.

Her big hands cup your waist, grip hungrily at your ass, and you gasp, squealing under her touch. "Slow down…" you have to tell her, but she's so relentless, her lips tracing your jawline needily, then down your neck.

Her fingers dance toward the curve of your stomach. "Slow down?" she grins, her voice salacious and playful in that totally Caitlin way.

"First time on this ride," she references her lap, shifting up slightly so you receive the notion, and you marvel at her strength (evident by how her biceps flex as they clutched your waist and worked your body), but also the implications of the action itself. "Don't tell me you want offsies already," she purred, eyes lustful and playful as she nuzzled her nose into your chest like a kitten, "Not after I worked so hard for you." You're so captivated by her. You can't even reply. A mischievous dimpled smile on her face, you kiss at her forehead. In the dim light, her pale skin glows softly, and her long nose is sooo unbelievably fucking hot to you. She looks up at you. Her damp, dark brown hair clings to her shoulders, glinting as it catches the faint glow. Her shirt is raked up over her biceps, the fabric stretched taut over the defined muscles, revealing her strength as she holds you effortlessly on her lap. Her hand absentmindedly draws circles into the crook of your back, the repeated initials of your name together.

"You did, Caity. You're a good girl." "Am I?" she teased, voice edging you flirtatiously.

"Fuckkk," you hear her whisper absentmindedly, surging forward to lick at your stomach softly, tickling you and setting your neveres alight as she reveled in her admiration.

You almost melt at her confidence and gentlemanly nature. Even after getting to explore you like she'd always dreamed, even after making her wait, she's all "Thank you," aloud and proud to be heard. Then, smaller again, a deeper whisper: "No fuckin' panties for me, baby, thank you."

You can't speak. Her hand inches its way to the front and grazes over it softly, delicate, featherlight. "Tell me," she whispers, her voice the softest, sweet, and playfully teasing—so demure and alluring you can’t help but crumble in her hands like putty. You press your forehead to hers, a soft moan swallowed by her lips before it can escape. "You're a good girl..." you repeat again, "I love it." You feel her smirk against your lips. 'Yeah, you do,' she murmurs, her long, deliberate finger inching its long ways in, finding its place as if it’s always belonged there.

"Can feel it," she whispers, a playful glint in her eyes. You smile.

Sometime later when she's fucked you with her fingers, mouth, knee, and used a few toys on you, she's satisfied with what she's earne.

Nobody understands how she snipes 3 after 3 on court, only you do.

AUTHOR NOTE #2: SOOO what did u guys think!! i'm a bit rusty from that big sabbatical but meh.. not back at all b4 it's asked, just cooked this up a week ago, and wanted to commerate my hawt wife caitlin. talk to me guys <3

[arlertwhore]

I’m not sure if ur accepting requests but I Love your writing and I wondered if you might consider writing a fic where somebody’s packing a strap in their pants and then fucks reader in a public place/as soon as they get home. Maybe standing up? And maybe with some strap sucking involved?

idk if i'm crazy but i had a req just like this and it said for paige, kate, or caitlin and i was like going to say i can't choose y'all help me decide but then it disappeared.

ANYWAY

if i were to PERHAPS big up the whimsical pen for this prompt - who for guys? i'm ngl kate kinda broke my heart. she hard launched RIGHT after the first fic like bae ?? then ppl attacked ME and called me racist toward bw (mind you i am a black woman) for CAITLIN'S BOYFRIEND liking tweets AFTER I posted the first fic of her and i was like 😀 then got terrorized outta that and i learned of nika's bf right after night owl and was so salty i don't check up on the post anymore so it's like ? the ana curse. do i rly wanna do paige again, i'm about to drop the sneaky link 6th part anyway so idk... plus most of the drafts i'll post while away are unfinished req for her. PLSSSS HELP INBOX ME REPLY IDK HELP GUYS

[arlertwhore]

the insane thing is I straight up thought i wrote that anon request you just responded to, but I didn’t write the second clarifying request. So maybe it wasn’t me and someone else wrote a similar request? Maybe I have a doppelgänger sending you requests? Maybe I’m losing my mind and I did write that and I forgot in the stupor of being too down bad for wnba players? IM SO CONFUSED. Anyway my vote for who it should be about is Paige!!

it says "i don't think i finished it" so i think it might be you queeen you're just like me 🤣🤣 that's why i stopped goin' anon atp