abcc holding hands in yesterdays you’re gonna be amazing plz tell me this means as much to you as it does to me
Girl they mean the world to me as is I fear every clip of them kills new a little more. The one where Aliyah is hyping her up and the way her face lights up is just impossible to ignore like omg I love them so much that I hate them 🥹🥹🥹
college caitlin fwb but it's Messy bc nothing is happy w me!!
pairing:
caitlin clark x reader
c:
*location attached*
come over?
you:
i'm free in 5. that okay with you?
c:
bet
it's only your luck that this kind of text is the one that manages to break its way through your do-not-disturb mode that you used religiously. it's also just your luck that you have no self-control and zero willingness to remain in the eerily empty library. it's nearing 2 am, the flickering overhead lamp shutting down regularly just to piss you off. you keep having to stand up and let it detect motion so it turns back on, which feels like a a whole humiliation ritual itself.
stupid lamp. really, your foolish decisions are its fault entirely.
the message thread stares back at you from your phone, almost as if it's taunting you as you quickly gather up your stuff from where it's been laying for the last five hours. your stupid, damned phone buzzes from your pocket where you'd tucked it and you try to ignore it, but end up giving in after approximately 4 seconds. you scold yourself for having no self-control at all. the noise ends up just being an instagram notification about a friend suggestion.
you roll your eyes and almost bump into a shelf on your way out. ookay.
your heart flutters as you approach her dorm before you force yourself to calm down. it's not like she misses you, not really. you have to remind yourself that you haven't talked to this girl in 3 months, not after she basically ghosted you. the fact that she has the audacity to even think that you'd wanna see her is insane. it'd be borderline insulting if you weren't doing exactly what she wanted right now. you have half the mind to think about running to a bathroom, just to check how you look like, before you catch yourself.
you're not going to do all that, not for a girl who just- went radio silence on you one day. you almost curse at yourself for even thinking that, because you know she knows what you look like. you almost let yourself think about how much she likes what you look like, how much she likes to remind you of it, but quickly refrain from doing such.
there must be some reason she'd basically ghosted you, atleast you think so. you're not an insecure person, not by any means, but you aren't immune to your own reflection and it's flaws. or maybe there was some other reason, like, maybe she'd grown bored of you, or maybe she'd finally settled down. maybe her mom got a rhinoplasty, or maybe her basketball team had mono. what mattered was that you were still doing just as she wanted, which was pissing you off more and more by the minute.
even after all of that, you're still not sure why you knock on her door, and why your heart almost stops when you hear shuffling from behind the piece of wood.
caitlin's wearing sweatpants and a black sports bra when the door opens. the ridges of her abs catch your eye, the sight familiar as she leans against the doorframe like she hasn't got a worry in the world. suddenly three months of anger spurs up because who the fuck does she think she is, standing there like it hasn't been eating you alive that your last text went unanswered for fucking months.
and who do you think you are, going back to her? a voice whispers in the back of your head. you cringe inwardly at yourself.
bird rank: eagle.
caitlin's hand reaches to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "don't pout, baby," she smiles, though her dimple stays hidden. it bothers you more than it should.
after a moment of silence (you, focused on glaring at her and her, focused on you focused on glaring at her) she moves aside, letting you enter her dorm room. her very messy, very disheveled dorm room. her clothes are all over the place, basketball shoes "organised" against the wall in a way that made no sense to anyone but her. it apparently wasn't only about the colour, but also about who had released it, what year it was released and how much she'd already worn it.
caitlin's footsteps on the floor yank you back to reality.
you spin around to face the brunette, giving her appearance a look over. you try to say something effortlessly cool, but only manage to come up with, "so, didn't bother cleaning up even though you had guests coming over?"
you immediately cringe about how much you sound like your mother.
caitlin rolls her eyes from where she's standing, hands in the pockets of her sweatpants. "you know, you could've started with a simple oh, hi caitlin! how are y-"
"alright, rich of you to say. your first words were literally policing me on how i act. misogynistic, much?" you snap back, annoyed as hell. at yourself, mostly, but it feels good to direct your anger at someone else.
caitlin just stares at you, and for a moment you wonder if you actually fucked up. the sudden fear of the very real possibility of her kicking you out settles low in your stomach.
she moves to sit on her bed, suddenly way closer to you than before. she takes advantage of that, hands coming to your waist to pull you close to her. a small gasp leaves you as she moves you with such ease. caitlin's hands wrap around your midway as she presses her head against your stomach, your legs between hers.
"can't you just admit you missed me," she murmurs after a while, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt. you shudder at the sound of her voice and at the question. who just asks people that?
when you don't answer fast enough, her head lifts, those big eyes of hers staring back at you. you open your mouth to say something, anything, to fill the silence in the room, because you don't know how to lie to her face. but you refuse to admit to anything.
your stubbornness must be showing on your face, at least if you draw up that conclusion from how caitlin's suddenly pulling you down to kiss her. your noise of surprise gets swallowed as she manoeuvres your bag off your shoulder, letting it drop to the floor with a loud thud.
a laugh leaves your lips when caitlin manhandles you to her lap, both of your knees placed on the bed next to your hips. your amusement melts away when caitlin licks the seam of your lips, your tongue meeting hers. you're making out like teenagers do, sloppy and uncoordinated. your teeth clank together, but you're both too into each other to care.
an involuntary sound leaves your lips when caitlin's mouth finds your neck.
you feel her suck before you feel the familiar sting of biting and, "caitlin. god, no. no marks, you know the rules," you say, palm on her forehead to push her away. she groans as her head drags back, spit-slick mouth opening to complain.
"baby, please. i miss you all marked up, love seeing the bruises on you," she whines, eyes pleading.
you're about to say something when caitlin leans down again. she licks a stripe from the crook of your neck to your jaw, pausing long enough for you to protest. when you don't, she gives the area an openmouthed kiss, her saliva wetting your skin.
you feel hot all over when caitlin makes her way down to your collarbones. you're almost certain that her sweatpants have a wet spot of your arousal, but you're too busy with how her hands have trailed down to open the buttons of your jeans, fumbling a couple of times. you note how her hands are shaking.
"we, like- we don't gotta, if you don't want to," you mumble, lifting caitlin's face. she looks like a fucking deer in headlights, pupils blown out in a way that makes it hard for you to make out the green of her eyes.
caitlin kisses the palm of your hand that's holding her head up.
when she next speaks, her tone is a mix of condescension and warmth, "don't be stupid, of course i want this."
you're probably the wettest you've been in months. it's not like you weren't getting off when caitlin was, well, ghosting you. but nothing was like her. that certain look she got when she was really into it, this hyper-focus on you that made you squirm under all the attention. her hazel eyes examining you in an almost clinical way, leaving you feeling way more exposed than you'd like.
you don't notice she's lifted her right hand before her fingers are tapping at your mouth.
"c'mon, open up. get them nice and wet for me," she mumbles, transfixed on your mouth that does exactly what she wants it to. the weight of her fingers is familiar in your mouth when she drags them back just to feed them in again.
"can you take three, baby? be good, try it," she says. drool pools at the corners of your mouth and caitlin smiles at the sight.
only when you gag does she remove her fingers.
tears collect at your waterline, partly from your gagging, and probably from something else too. caitlin coos when she notices.
"what's wrong, beautiful? did i hurt you?" you shake your head, closing your eyes.
"can you just- please, please just fuck me. i can't do this- fucking weird psychological torture shit with you-" caitlin shushes you, stopping the rambling, kissing the tear that's fallen on your cheek.
"you're so dramatic, god. acting like i won't make you feel good," she says, "c'mon, lay down since you need it so much." her hands unbutton your jeans with steady hands. you swallow, climbing off her lap onto shaky legs. caitlin has to steady you, turning you around to take her place.
you're aware you're acting pathetic, but it feels so good to be taken care of. caitlin lays you down on the mattress, yanking your pants to your midthigh, just low enough for her to have easy access.
(her eyes stay a while on the black thong you're wearing, thumbing at the material.)
she crawls on top of you, hand sneaking down to draw circles on your clit. the pressure makes you shift, body squirming under caitlin's.
"settle down, jesus. how do you expect me to do anything when you're running away, baby?" her words are partially muffled by how she's sucking on your neck, pressing her lips to the already forming bruises.
she pushes your underwear to the side, dragging her hands down the mess you've made. your arousal makes it hard for you to even feel her pressing down on your clit. the added wetness of your spit on her fingers makes the situation sloppier, her digits sliding around more than she'd like.
she sinks two fingers in without any restraint, swallowing your groan with a kiss. she crooks her fingers, dragging them through your walls and out.
suddenly, she's gone from on top of you. you miss her warmth instantly, scrambling to rise up on your elbows.
caitlin reaches up to touch your stomach, reassuring you that she's still there, just on her knees now. "just wanna taste you, it's okay. i'm right there, won't leave you, baby."
cue the fucking waterworks. you don't understand why she's being so gentle with you and why she even wanted to see you again. you flop back onto your back so she doesn't see how a tear rolls down your face.
she starts with kitten licks on your clit that make you whine, pressure making you dizzy. she eats like she's starved, tongue dipping to collect the slick at your hole before sucking on your clit again. she repeats that, bringing you impossibly close to your peak. a final graze of her teeth on your clit does it. you come with a muffled cry, caitlin licking you through it, hands running up and down your thighs. she's somehow yanked your jeans fully off, the cold air hitting you.
you scramble to pull caitlin up so she'd be close to you.
she crawls up, shushing your rambles, "shh, it's okay. did that feel good? yeah, i know. i know, it's good, yeah?" she mumbles, mouthing at your neck as your back arches.
"s'fine. not like, all that," you whisper when you trust yourself enough to talk. caitlin laughs a full-blown, loud, laugh, her face appearing above you. she stares at you for a while, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the act is nauseatingly romantic and you swat her hand away, smiling a little to try and soften the situation.
caitlin drops her head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. "you got anything next morning?" she asks you, voice muffled.
"umm, no. my next class is- well, i don't know. but not earlier than 11 am. i think," you explain, yawn cutting you off mid-sentence. you feel caitlin smile.
"well, it's settled then. you stay here, i'll get you some clothes," she kisses your temple.
now, you know you're supposed to even try to put up a fight. it's like, standard hook-up manners. or something.
you're also bone-fucking-tired and satiated. so you roll over onto your side, listening to caitlin rummaging through her closet and listening to her hum a tune that you only later realise is "fast cars" by tracy chapman.
my lil note:
Y'ALL NOW omg i so hope u guys like this and. umm. yur. i think idk i just miss caitlin playing already like idk 17/2/7 is still My Goat IDC and i miss her face so bad.
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