one interpretation of caitlin clark that i sort of no longer rly believe in but we ball | dom!cait; sub!reader; mentioned shoe riding; dumbification; pnv; implied pet play | MDNI 18+ w/ CAITLIN CLARK
in a way, you have caitlin clark trained.
if you ever brought it up to her, not that you ever would, she would deny it. because from the way it looks, at least from where she stands, she's the one who has you trained.
she tells you to get on your hands and knees and you do it. she pulls you to her by the collars you wear and presses her thumb into your mouth to make you open wide for her and you don't resist. she says jump and you sweetly ask how high.
but she is in this position because you put her there. she has control and power over you because you gave it to her. not only when you surrendered yourself to her, something you choose to do over and over again, but also because you had to help her get in this position in the first place.
you had to coax the apprehension off of her body. you had to hold her face and look her in her eyes as you assured that this is what you wanted. you had to tell her that this was normal because it was between you two, and no one else had to know about what was going on here. no one else could judge if they didn't know.
and without your kindness to her, you would never be in this position-kneeled over the athlete’s shoe, your hands desperately holding onto her thighs confined in her slacks, your face hungrily rubbing along her inner thigh.
you don't have to be looking at her to know her expression. fond, satisfied, desiring you just as bad as you're desiring her.
the sound of one of her hands escaping her pockets excites you. foolishly, you think she's going to do something to please you. maybe tell you to lay on your stomach and slip her fingers between your thighs. maybe she'll reach into your bra and tweak your nipples. instead, she cradles the back of your head for a moment before she strokes the area.
she's soothing you. she knows how badly you want this-how badly you want her and instead of using the power that she has to do something about it, she's soothing you like she feels sorry for you. she's apologizing for a situation she created.
and you fall for it.
"i know," she coos from above you. when you look at her, she has that look on her face. thin lips set in a pout, eyebrows pushed together just enough, sepia eyes soft. she looks like she cares about your agony and it warms your heart. "i know, sweetheart."
she bends at the knee, placing one knee on the floor as her face lingers close to yours. "you want a release, don't you?"
you nod dumbly, unsure of how else you could respond. because that's all this boils down to. you just want a release, just as she does.
cait rests her forehead on yours and she closes her eyes, breathing deeply as if composing herself. "you want me to help you?" she offers after a moment of silence.
you nod eagerly, sending whispered pleas into her gently parted mouth.
you see your pleas spread a smile onto cait’s face, pulling her lips up into a display of ego. she laughs, the sound small and barely anything more than an exhale, but it's still a laugh.
she kisses you once, and then lets it linger before she goes back for another, longer and deeper kiss. her hands on your waist to pull you up when she stands, and they direct you back to the couch where she turns you around and bends you over the armrest.
she makes it quick, no more teasing since she'd already made you pathetically get yourself off on her shoe. briefly, you wonder if she knew you weren't putting in all of your effort to rub your clothed cunt over the leather of her shoe. surely it had to be obvious.
doesn't matter now.
now, you're getting what you want.
she pulls your panties to the side after some fumbling on her end, and after a quick drive of two of her thick fingers in your entrance and begging on your part, she held you steady with one hand and nudged the tip of her strap into you with the other.
she keeps you as close to her as possible the entire time. she winds a thick arm around your waist and pulls your back to her chest, completely disregarding the bent over position she'd had you in for not long at all. instead, she keeps you basically upright, save for the slight bend in both of your hips that exists solely to drive her cock up into you in a slow, but pronounced, pace.
each drive into you elicits a whimper, a broken sound that escapes without much thought from your part.
caitlin notches her chin against your shoulder, using her other hand to slip into the cup of your bra and graze her fingertips over your nipple. when you hum, she hums. when you sigh, she sighs. when you breathe, she breathes.
she's echoing you. the two of you are in tune in a fit of true intimacy, a result of the depraved things she's done to you thus far.
compared to what the two of you usually do, this is tame. far too tame.
you expect an act of debauchery to come any minute now, and it does come, just not until you do.
once you're tightening around cait thanks to the way she'd tweaked your clit instead of your nipple, she bends you over the armrest and goes at you without any hesitation. this is here the depravity comes in.
“I only have like 2 minutes to talk, I really wanna-” Caitlin was cut off by a screech and a muffled ‘nope don’t wanna hear whatever it is you were about to say’.
Paige had seen Kate’s phone light up and start to vibrate across the counter. The blonde had just walked off to use the bathroom so she quickly answered, thinking if it was an actual call it was probably important. The phone was thrust into Kate’s hand as she returned, a playful grin plastered on Paige’s face. “Your phone rang, I thought you’d want to take that call.”
“Oh uhm.. Okay.” Kate replied then saw who it was. “Heeyyy hi. I thought you were doing a thing at Nike in Oregon?” Her voice and tone softening as she spoke. Paige nudged her while walking away, rolling her eyes all dramatically.
“I am. I wanna see you.” Caitlin wasted no time knowing it was limited and her agent would be circling back to get her at any minute. “There’s a flight later or- shit that would put me there really late. I’ll do the redeye and get in tomorrow morning. Is that okay? Unless..”
“No. Don’t uhh, don’t do that.” Kate’s heart started to race and she could feel her palms start to get clammy.
