wish you could go back (tell yourself what you know now)
summary:
bday fic <3
pairing:
caitlin clark x reader
"i swear to god, this game is so fucking rigged." caitlin's cursing makes you chuckle, your gaze never wavering from the huge tv she insisted on buying you, which now stands out like a sore thumb in the middle if your very-normal living room, surrounded by your very-normal furniture.
the things you allow.
"i mean, the guy in yellow did kind of-" caitlin scoffs, loudly, cutting you off.
"he didn't do shit, he literally just existed near the ball." you roll your eyes fondly, and go to argue but caitlin cuts you off. again.
you glare at her but she's too deep into explaining how the founding fathers of basketball would roll in their graves if they saw what was going on the court right now - or something like that - and you roll your eyes, but this time actually. like, forreal.
"whatever, birthday girl. you're too old to care about this, anyway." you say, and you can see the moment caitlin registers your words. her jaw clicks because of how fast she closes her mouth.
"what?" you can't help but giggle at the sheer disbelief in her voice.
"you heard me. unc." she actually gasps, like you slapped her or something.
caitlin's hazel eyes shine with amusement, but she plays along. for your sake. "i'm only 24! twenty-four, i'm barely legal. hey, like that one song."
"dismiss me as a kid, tells me i'm barely legallllll, but barely legal. is legal." you pause between words like you're re-creating slam poetry. and caitlin laughs like it's the funniest thing that she's ever heard, which it like, for sure isn't. but you also can't help noticing how much she's actually enjoying herself.
her shoulders aren't tense at all and her smile is so bright and she's looking at you like you hung the moon, not like you merely sung a few words of a random song. your chest tightens and you get the sudden urge to tell her you love her, which. okay.
caitlin must notice the shift, because her smile falters a little. head tilting, she asks you, "what's up?" in the sweetest tone ever, and she looks kind of embarrassed, like her joy is something she should keep to herself, something that shouldn't be shown. you shake your head fast, trying to blink the tears from your eyes (when did you start crying?), but she notices. of course she does.
"hey, hey, what's wrong? did i do something, did something happen?" caitlin cups your cheek, stroking it with her thumb and forcing you to meet her eyes. you shake your head, again, and smile a small smile.
"nothing's wrong. it's not- you're good, you're perfect, duh. nothing's wrong." you laugh at her sceptical look but she doesn't really let you off the hook. not yet.
"are you mad that i interrupted you? 'cus if it's that i'm so sorry and you can talk, baby. talk all you want, i'm so interes-"
"shh. halftime just ended." you try to distract her with the game and it works. suprisingly.
"wait, actually? we missed the whole second quarter."
"we missed like, 5 minutes. tops." you say, scooting closer to caitlin. "besides, s'not like anything important happened. besides your guys foul-bating, for a change-"
caitlin buries her head in her hands, her tone one of exasperation. "oh my god. for the last time, the refs are shitty as fuck."
***
you're half-asleep when the idea hits you.
"hey, caitlin?" you mumble, mouth pressed against the brunettes neck. she hums back.
"y'know what would be like, bomb as fuck right now? chick-fil-a."
"baby, it's like, 12 am, we are not getting chick-fil-a." you're smiling before she's even done with her sentence. you try to get up but she cages you in with her arms.
"caitlin." you drag out the last letter of her name, a pout on your face. "i'm so hungry, though. and you haven't fed me in like, fourteen hours. i'm borderline starving if you think about it." she laughs, the noise making you laugh too and then you're both giggling.
twenty minutes later you're pulling up to the drive-through. caitlin's got sunglasses and her hoodies hood up, looking like she's just rolled out of bed (which she kind of has, to be fair). she orders for you, a burger and some fries. you insist on her getting her own ones, because you know she'll steal yours later.
now, she's parked in some weird abandoned parking lot, but you can't really complain because you're finally getting to eat something. "what are you staring at, weirdo?" you say, mouth full. it's gross and you can feel something wet on your chin, probably the ridiculously delicious sauce the fast food chain offers, but caitlin's staring at you like you're supposed to know something she knows too. "do i have something on my face?" you say, trying to get her to talk. she says nothing, a strange look on her face that makes you kind of question how bad the mess exactly is. you finish chewing and as you're leaning forward to look for some paper towels, caitlin takes you by suprise.
her fingers tilts your face towards her and instead of being like, a normal person and just wiping the sauce away, she leans forward and licks it from the corner of your mouth. you hear yourself gasp, but don't really register anything else besides the borderline throbbing between your thighs.
caitlin smiles a little and leans back, eyes hooded. "you're all good."
moments later, you have her leaning against the door of the backseat of the car and it's really not your fault that you're about to fuck in a dark parking lot, in all honestly it's caitlin's fault for pushing your already-thin nerves.
"this isn't- caitlin, focus- i wanna make you feel good, stop." your voice is unsteady, partly due to the circumstances and partly due to the fact that she has her mouth attached to your neck. caitlin sucks on a spot that's going to bruise for sure and your back arches, hands coming up to hold onto her shoulders.
"m'fine, beautiful." her wandering hands finally settle on your waist, giving it a squeeze. your voice comes out far whinier than you'd like it to be. "no, stop. you're the birthday girl, i'm not letting you-"
"letting me what? unwrap my present? shit, you're so mean to me." caitlin says, a goofy grin on her face as she admires her work. your eyes roll but you're not going to let her win this one.
"cait, c'mon. lay down for me, please?" you plead, hips shifting against hers, half-teasing and half assisting her to move. caitlin moans against your mouth, like the weak friction does anything for her. she quickly shuts up when your hand sneaks off to give her chest a squeeze.
"seriously, i'm fine. i don't need anything, just need to feel you, that's all." but you're not going to let her win this one. your other hand, the one that's not toying with her boobs, sneaks behind you and grazes the waistband of her pants. caitlin's too busy to notice though, completely focused on the pressure on her chest.
the brunettes lip is between her teeth and her eyes are half-lidded, brows furrowed in concentration when your hand slips inside her pants. she doesn't even seem to register it, until your fingers press against her clit over her underwear. something like a whine leaves her lips as you circle a little, your two digits pressing firmer. caitlin makes a noise again, far needier than the first one and you wonder exactly what has her this worked up.
you slip your fingers inside caitlin's underwear, finding her soaked. her hips buck up slightly, but it's clear she's trying so hard to be good, her eyes shifting over to look at anything else but you on top of her. you circle lightly at her entrance, wanting to tease her (and to potentially get a few words out of her). it works faster than you could've anticipated.
"baby, please." caitlin says, her eyes closed and head thrown back.
"please what?" your fingers press harder. she moans.
she opens one of her eyes, making you giggle. she's not amused. "you know what. please, please, just- baby, c'mon." you pretend to think about it for a moment, before sinking one of your fingers into her. caitlin whines, her back arching slightly, but you press her down, not wanting the angle your hand is at to be any more awkward than it already is. you build up a rhythm, your finger hitting that spot inside caitlin that makes her see stars. her brows furrow when you tap another finger to her entrance.
"can i?" you ask, not really waiting for a response before you sink another finger along with the previous one. this time, caitlin keens, her head thrown back. you whisper, "shit, you're so wet," at the same as she whines. you quickly pick up the same pace, the car filling with the sounds of her arousal. your hand starts to cramp, making you shift uncomfortably on her lap but there's no way you're gonna stop, not when caitlin looks so deliciously fucked out.
caitlin gasps at the shift in your hips, quickly stopping you from any other movement. "fuck, please. you can't- fuckkk, you really can't do that."
"do what, baby?" you murmur, focused on her pleasure. your brows are furrowed in concentration, focusing on your fingers and her reactions. you hit a spot inside her that makes her beautiful hazel eyes roll back.
"oh my god, yeah, yeah baby. right- fuck- fuckfuckfuck, right there. please, please let me come." and caitlin's gasping, clenching so tight around your fingers you're afraid you're gonna hurt her.
you hesitate for a moment, wanting her to beg more. she's almost crying, mouth hanging open like she can't get air into her lungs fast enough. but then she sobs out your name, her voice so wrecked that you fold in record time.
your fingers speed up slightly, pushing her as close to her release as you physically can. "yes, yeah cait, you can come. it's okay, baby, you're so good, you can come." and that's. more than enough for caitlin, who shatters around your fingers, slick dripping down onto the leather seat of the car. she's got her eyes closed, back arched and abs in full display. her hoodie has ridden up just enough.
when caitlin regains consciousness, you lean down to peck a kiss on her cheek, murmuring soft praises next to her ear. you pull your fingers out softly, the brunette wincing and whimpering a little.
"you did so good, baby, good job. were so good, 'm so proud of you. happy birthday, sweetheart." you mumble against caitlin's lips, the other girl's cheeks warming at the praise. you don't miss how much of her eye is covered in the blackness of her pupil. she smiles against your mouth, her dimple on full display.
after a moment of silence, caitlin licks your neck. you just. let her do that, until she opens her mouth to speak. her question is so small, you almost miss it. "mmmh, can i eat you out?"
you close your eyes before answering. "cait-" but her damn-near begging cuts you off instantly.
"please, please can i? s'my only birthday present, please?" she practically whines, hands already squeezing at your thighs and rolling the muscle against her.
"caitlin, this is about you. if anybody's getting their shit rocked, it's you-"
"no way, you're ridiculous. c'mon, scoot up for me. just give me one, i'll be happy with one." caitlin says, and there's no arguing, not really, because her strong arms are already shifting you towards her smart mouth. you never really stood a chance.
and doesn't she fucking take her damn sweet time, licking you open and fitting a finger, then two, in you. her pace is steady as you cry out, her name falling from your lips in a hoarse cry.
"guess you did want it after all, didn't you?" she says, the vibrations of her laugh against you making you shiver, a gasp trapped in your throat. the problem is, though, that she doesn't stop after one.
"cait, baby. that's it, i already gave you one." you whine, hands entangled in her hair. she blows cold air against your cunt. "you can't be done already? please, please, you taste so sweet. can't the birthday girl get one more? please, beautiful?" she's asking for permission, while simultaneously flicking at your clit, so your answering moan doesn't even matter.
you only get caitlin off of you after what feels like your fifth orgasm, having to weakly pull your body to rest on abs that are now covered by her hoodie again. you whine her name out when she squeezes at your thigh. she rolls her eyes, the brat.
"what? i wasn't even gonna do anything. chill. so dramatic, acting like i'm not the one whose birthday it is." caitlin grumbles, face glistening with your slick. you lean back, hands brushing against the front of her pants and-
"oh my god, you came! you came eating me out, you slut." you shriek, feeling the wet spot on her pants. caitlin covers her blushing face, smugness long gone. she tries to protest against you, but you have the biggest grin on your face and caitlin knows nothing will go through it, so she just lets you shit-talk her.
(you make her come one more, pressing your knee between her legs. she protests for a while before her hips rut up pathetically, and you know you've won.)
my lil note:
Wow um. yeah. not betaread by anyone lmk if i spelled shit wrong </3 love you guys ssoososososossomuch thank u for being patient sorry that i SUCK. deadass
