tennis player!cate (very random i know)
“you’d still love me even if i don’t win the tournament, right?” cate whispers against the warm, smooth skin of your thighs, tracing random patterns on the other while her wide eyes gleam with hope; restlessly searching yours for an answer. oh poor cate, always needing some form of approval from you and you only. otherwise….what’s the point? there used to be a time where she loved playing tennis. the quick thinking it takes, the cardio, the adrenaline after beating someone. she loved it.
but that was a long time ago. now, she’s only playing for the sake of your love and praise.
your head slowly tilts to the side, lips twitching into smirk as if what cate said was cute. foolish but cute. “oh, baby…” is all you say as your palm cradles her cheek, gently stroking the side of it like she’s some sort of puppy. well she is your puppy, anyway.
which would explain why she immediately starts placing soft kisses into your palm, now using both of her hands to rub your thighs. “would you?” she pushes on and you can’t help but giggle at her needy nature.
“guess we’ll have to see”