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plot: uconn reader bumps into a ucla player before the big final four game

trope: rivals to lovers

pairings: wbb! uconn reader! x lauren betts

warnings: implications of sex

a/n: as requested by cclarkswife22 🙂‍↕️ more one-shots to come xx

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"I'll go pick it up then."

"You can't pick it up. They're gonna ask for ID. You're not legal to drink yet." Y/n rolled her eyes at her sister's words, grabbing her sweater to pull it on. "Okay then give me your ID. Everyone says we look alike anyways."

"If you get caught and go to jail, I'm not bailing you out." She tossed her the ID and continued to scroll on her phone. "Excuse me? I need your card too." She held out her hand expectantly and her sister groaned out of annoyance. She pulled out her credit card and set it in her hand. "Don't buy a ton of unnecessary shit. Hotel food sucks. It's not worth it."

"I'll think about it." Her sister's eyes widened, shooting up to get her, "you little shit-" Y/n smirked, running out before her sister grabbed her. She walked down the hall, stopping by Azzi's room, knowing she'd find Paige in there too. The blonde pulled open the door, glancing at the card in her hand, "did you steal that?"

"What? No." She scoffed, pushing her way in, the blonde dramatically holding her shoulder, "ow."

"There's my princess." Y/n grinned, finding Azzi laying on the bed with her phone in her hand. She smiled, sitting up to hug the taller girl. "Hi, pretty girl." Paige furrowed her brows, plopping down on the bed and reaching for her iPad. "I'm going to the gift shop. Did you want me to get you anything?"

"Ooh, can you get me a teddy bear?" Azzi requested, "one with those little sweaters."

"Yes, I can. I'll be back soon." As she walked away to leave Paige quickly got up to chase after her. "Whoa, you're not gonna offer me anything?"

She turned on her heel, hands on her hips, and Paige usually would've made a comment about her sassy stance but she held back. "Fine. What would you like me to get you, Paige?" She smiled, already having an answer prepared. "I could go for a Shirley temple right now."

She squints, "I thought you were on a diet?"

Paige glanced behind her to make sure Azzi wasn't listening. "It's just one Shirley temple, extra cherries. It's not gonna kill me."

"Hmm....no. I choose life."

Her jaw dropped, watching her walk away, "I'll remember this!"

She made her way down the hall, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to the first floor. It stopped halfway, and she frowned, glancing up to see who the door was opening to, silently praying it wasn't a man. Of course it was safe to say it wasn't. It was only just her college rival. Lauren Betts. No big deal.

"As if my day couldn't get any worse, I'm trapped in an elevator with Cruella de Vil." Lauren mumbled, stepping inside, already seeing that they were heading to the same floor. She called her that specifically because y/n had a dalmatian dog.

"That's not very nice of you, beanstalk," y/n retorts. If Lauren wanted to be petty, she could return that same energy.

She scoffed, "your sister is literally the same height as me."

"Yeah well, at least she doesn't dig her elbows into people's ribs," she remarked, leaning against the wall. Lauren rolled her eyes, choosing not to entertain her ridiculous claims. They went down two more floors before the elevator just stopped. They both looked at each other in confusion and y/n immediately went to hit a million buttons. "That's not helping," Lauren input.

"This is your fault! The elevator was working perfectly fine until you stepped in with all your negative energy!" She argued, plopping down on the floor to wait for someone to come fix it. It was a fancy hotel so surely they'd come fix the elevator with urgency. "Oh, my god. You're ridiculous."

Tired of standing, Lauren set her sweater on the floor before sitting down on it. "This is shaping to be the worst night of my life," she muttered.

"Imagine how I feel. I'm surprised you haven't tried to injure me yet," y/n shot back in an accusing tone. Lauren scoffed, sick of her stupid accusations. "You're so dramatic." She frowned in offense, "I am not dramatic. If anyone's dramatic it's you. I could literally graze your shoulder and you'd whine to the ref for a fucking foul call."

"That was one time and you literally almost popped my shoulder out of place with your heavy ass arm," she argued, remembering that game clear as day. Y/n got three blocks on her and two of them weren't even clean, yet she still never got a whistle. Y/n shrugs coyly, "keyword: almost."

Lauren rolled her eyes, shaking her head in exasperation. Arguing with her was pointless. Everything always went over her head. "It's like walking on a tightrope with you. You're always using the victim card 'cause you're pretty and everyone's favorite."

Y/n wore a bubbly smile, the words going right over her head, "aw, you think I'm pretty."

Lauren smirks, knowing exactly how to get under her skin. Mention the ex. "How's Juju?"

Her smile dropped, jaw clenching in frustration. But, no, if she got mad and went off on her, she'd only be doing her a favor. She needed to calm down and find something else to say back. It couldn't be that hard. That was until Lauren kept going. "She's gotta really hate you, huh? Breaking up with her because you were a sore loser...that's pathetic stuff."

"You know, I was gonna go easy on you tomorrow. Seeing as your team fucking sucks. But now...I'm gonna mop the floor with your ass." She stated coldly, crawling about halfway over to her, Lauren's jaw clenched, "and when you lose tomorrow, you're gonna realize no matter how good you are, you won't ever amount to anything with a team like yours holding you back. Number 1 seed my ass."

Satisfied with her silence, she sat back down, sitting across the taller girl. Her mind was racing as she tried to ignore what she said. "What about you? You'd be nothing with Juju. You'll always be the backup. You were in USC and you are in UConn. Nothings changed for you. There's always gonna be a point guard carrying your ass."

"You're a bitch, you know that?"

She frowned mockingly, "thought you liked that about me?"

That was the last thing said before the elevator was forced into a suffocating silence. It had been five minutes, just five minutes and y/n swore she was about to have a heart attack. "I'm so close to climbing out of this bitch." She groaned, pulling off her sweater, feeling it get hotter and hotter but that could also just be her panicking.

Lauren rolls her eyes, glancing up from her phone. "Are you always this dramatic?"

"Are you always this annoying, beanstalk?" She shot back, and didn't receive a reply. Then she noticed Lauren's eyes weren't even on her face. They were on her chest. She glanced down, suddenly remembering she did not have a bra under her tank top. "You perv!" Lauren scoffed in offense, "hey, it's not my fault you don't know how to wear a bra."

"God forbid a girl doesn't want her boobs trapped." She defended, not even making an effort to cover them, too hot for all that.

"Oh please, you're such an attention seeker." She muttered, looking up at the ceiling, wishing someone would just hurry up already. "As if I'd want your attention," y/n mumbles, staring at the floor boredly. Lauren smirked, glancing back at her chest, more specifically her nipples, and it wasn't exactly cold in the elevator. "Your body says otherwise, Cruella."

She frowned, glancing at her breasts and quickly grabbing the sweater to cover herself. "Stop embarrassing me." She whispered towards her boobs, and if Lauren didn't absolutely hate her, she'd actually find that cute. "And you stop calling me Cruella."

"Then don't call me beanstalk," Lauren back defensively. She huffed, looking away and not providing a response. Her phone rung and she picked it up without double checking the name. It was just Alice, a girl she messed around with on campus from time to time. She only stopped more recently because she didn't want her to think she wanted anything serious.

Given they were in a small space, Lauren heard the conversation, and it was surprisingly interesting. "No- no, I can't get you tickets to the game. What? No I don't want you to come over right now. I don't care if it's been a long time." She groaned, slowly losing her patience as seconds went by. "No, this has nothing to do with Juju. She's not even here. You would know that if you paid attention."

"Are you sure I can't come over? You know you play better when you have sex before a game." Alice spoke, trying to sound seductive but it wasn't working too well. In fact, y/n was mortified because Lauren just heard her say all of that.

"Please lose my number." She gulped, hanging up the phone and turning it off, looking anywhere but at the woman across her.

She had to tease. The opportunity was once in a lifetime. It was there for her on a silver platter. She couldn't ignore it. "I guess that means you didn't have sex before that Notre Dame game." Y/n rolled her eyes, laughing sarcastically as Lauren chuckled to herself. "Yup, laugh it up. Very funny."

"I'm sorry...okay, I'm not, but you have to admit, that's a ridiculous claim. There's no way you actually believe that." Lauren stated, not buying a single word.

"Hey, don't diss my beliefs. It works."

She scoffs, "that's insane. Sex doesn't win you games."

Y/n stood up to her feet, pointing to herself, "you calling me a liar?"

Lauren stood up, stepping closer to her, forcing y/n to look up at her. She wasn't extremely short, just 6'2, still not much compared to 6'7. "Yeah, I am. What are you gonna do about it? Bitch to your precious Alice?" Y/n squints, the way she said it sounded..different, like her tone completely changed. And then it hit her. Lauren was jealous. "You're jealous."

She paused, the accusation catching her off guard. "What? No I'm not-"

"I knew it! You acted like you hated me because you actually just wanted a piece of this." She smirked, gesturing to herself in a cocky manner. Of course she was making this all about her and how desirable she was. It actually made her see Lauren in a whole different light. She always found her attractive, she just never liked her attitude towards her. It always felt so unwarranted.

Lauren scoffs, trying not to smile at y/n's gesture because it was actually pretty funny. "Don't flatter yourself, Cruella."

"This is rich. This is so rich." Y/n grinned, leaning back against the wall, looking the happiest she'd ever seen her. She wore a dorky smile, eyes filled with curiosity. "Why didn't you just tell me you liked me instead of physically targeting me on the court?"

"That's dramatic- I did not physically target you."

"Lies."

Lauren huffed, arguing was pointless with her, she never admitted to being wrong. She had a lack of accountability problem. "You were dating Juju and I'm not a homewrecker. Happy now?" Y/n hummed, pretending to think about it. "Still doesn't explain why you always treated me like a whack-a-mole."

"Have you ever considered that maybe you're annoying?"

She hummed in thought before ultimately shaking her head, "no, not really."

"Okay, I'm not entertaining this anymore. I liked you a year ago. Things have changed. I have changed." Y/n frowned, crossing her arms over her chest, a little offended by that. Surely she still liked her...despite their countless fights. She didn't buy it. "Maybe there's a way we both get something out of this."

Lauren raised a brow, not sure where this was going. "What are you talking about?"

"We have sex," she proposed bluntly. "You fulfill your little crush, and I get my good luck. Then we go on about our lives, back to college, only seeing each other during games. How does that sound?"

She didn't want to admit it but it was actually kind of smart. And there was that part of her that still wanted y/n. She'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't want to be with her in a more...intimate setting. And, when she beat UConn tomorrow, she'd also be proving that sex before a game did not help her win games. It was a win win situation. With a sigh, she gave in, "fine. We can meet back at my room in a hour."

"Wonderful. Would you like me to wear baby blue?" She teased, receiving an annoyed look, although she didn't object to it. "Don't push it, Cruella."

"I'll wear it anyways." She smiled, and glanced up, the elevator beginning to move again. "Oh, thank God. I thought we'd be stuck here forever...like Cinderella in the attic."

"Give me your phone." Lauren requested, holding her hand out and y/n passed it to her before pulling on her sweater. She put in her contact and texted her room number and floor to her before passing it back. She still couldn't believe she was actually going through with this. It sounded insane.

They got to the bottom floor and the doors opened. "See you in an hour, beanstalk." Y/n smirked playfully, waving her fingers as she stepped out. "I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?" Lauren mumbled to herself, going the opposite way as y/n headed to the gift shop.

It was an hour later, y/n was actually going through with this. She was never one to back down for a proposition she initiated. And trust, she initiated one too many. Lauren opened the door, hair pinned up and robe pulled over her body. She furrowed her brows at the teddy bear in y/n's hands, "what's with the bear?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, "I like bears."

She had to hold back her chuckle, taking the bear into her hand as y/n stepped inside. She pulled off her sweater and tossed it on the chair in the corner. "So are you a top or bottom? I'd call myself a switch, but hey, what girl doesn't enjoy being a pillow princess every once in a while?"

Lauren just hummed at her rambling, setting the bear onto the bedside table but turning it around to face the wall. "Are you having second thoughts? Was it the bear? Is it too much? I knew I should've got the alligator-" She turned to the shorter girl, finding her anxious behavior really cute. She reached over to flip off one of the lamps, leaving only one on. "Lay down."

"Top. Got it." Y/n mumbled, laying down on the bed, elbows digging into the mattress to hold herself up.

Lauren pulled off her robe, adorning a red matching set. It quite literally took y/n's breath away. Was it just because this was her first time seeing Lauren's body so exposed or was it because she was deeply attracted to every part of her? It was all so confusing. She climbed over her, straddling her lap and leaning down, not wasting time before connecting their lips. It wasn't a rough kiss like y/n expected. It was slow and steady. Like she was walking on a tightrope.

It was the most passionate kiss y/n ever shared. It filled her heart with guilt. Guilt for not kissing her sooner.

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