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TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME

caitlin clark x reader, yearning, little bit of angst

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“But you promised,” Caitlin says with a whine, and if it weren’t two in the morning, maybe you’d have teased her, made something out of it. Ask her, ‘you missed me that much?’

You glance at the clock. 2:03.

“I didn’t promise,” you murmur into the phone, voice drowsy and low. “You asked and I said maybe. I don’t know.”

“Sounds like a promise to me.”

You laugh, voice louder and fuller. “I’m flying to Washington the day after tomorrow. Have to write a story. I can’t go to your game in L.A. literally the same day.”

There’s silence on the other end, and you swear you can feel Caitlin pout, the gears turning in her head. It’s too much, though.

Flying from Washington to Los Angeles would take five hours at the least. Five. That’s five too many hours, considering that you’re gonna have to write the story fast enough to make sure Perry doesn’t pop a vein. He might be a pain in the ass, but he’s still the editor-in-chief. Or whatever. Point is, he can’t die, because he’s your boss, and you can’t even call Caitlin your girlfriend, so the trade off isn’t fair.

You wince as the thought crosses your mind, unwelcome.

This isn’t about that.

This is about logistics.

“I want you there,” Caitlin says softly, her voice sincere that it melts through the phone, warm and sweet and dangerous. No. “I want to see you. You’d wear my jersey, I’d be able to look at the crowd and you’d be there, and I’d be so happy—”

“No,” you interrupt, not letting her finish her attack. “I can’t, Cait. Sorry.” Not when I don’t even know what this is.

This isn’t about that.

This time she sighs, audible and there, but you still feel it just as much as the silence earlier.

“I miss you.”

Your heart drops, and you want to tear your hair out. Everything is just… preposterous. Ridiculous. Absurd. Hilarious.

Confusing.

“I miss you too.” It feels wrong to say it. You want it to feel right. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Caitlin says, too casual and unaffected. You tell yourself she’s probably pretending. There’s a part of you that thinks she isn’t, and maybe she doesn’t ache as much as you do when you hear her through the phone.

Preposterous. Ridiculous. Absurd. Hilarious. Confusing.

“I wish this was a FaceTime call,” Caitlin whines. “Wanna see your pretty face.”

You roll your eyes. “No. My lights are off and I’m winding down to sleep. I’m five seconds away from getting knocked out, by the way.”

“Wish I was there to cuddle.”

You want to curse her out, scream at her face and shake her shoulders. What do you want from me? But then you remember her face, her pretty eyes that you swear has a shade of green that people can only see if they look close enough. Her goofy smile, the way her face lights up and the crinkles you want to kiss every time. Suddenly in your mind you’re not yelling. Not shaking her shoulders. You’re mute and awestruck and would very much like to kiss her—

“Yeah,” you respond, forcefully lackluster and choked up and what am I supposed to even say to that?

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic,” Caitlin jokes. “You need to be reminded of my cuddling ability.”

You close your eyes, at the very least letting your heavy eyelids rest. Your heart still works overtime, doing its best to jackhammer out of your ribs, but falls on your stomach instead.

“Hey, you okay?” she asks, and it dawns on you that you’ve been silent for too long.

“Oh, yeah, just sleepy,” you lie, because you’re not sleepy, you have adrenaline and panic coursing through you at the moment. “You need to sleep, it’s almost your bed time.”

Caitlin is very particular with her sleep. An athlete and all that. Maybe you should try it, and not stay up at ungodly hours of the night just to hear her speak in ways that turn your insides into a pretzel of emotions and thoughts.

“Okay,” she says quietly, and your heart twinges. “You go to sleep too, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“I miss you.”

You inhale deeply, trying to gather yourself, but you don’t know if Caitlin reads the pause differently.

“I miss you too.”

It doesn’t have to be confusing at all.

×

The next day, when you’re sipping your morning coffee, you see Caitlin. On TV, far away and fiery, arguing with a referee on the court. They’re talking about her, analyzing her every move and nitpicking everything wrong with her just existing. It’s exhausting to listen to and you grab the remote to mute the TV, but you keep it on, because you like seeing her face.

Maybe it can replicate the taste of morning coffee when she’s in the kitchen with you. Her expression was somewhow always light and easy when she’s here in Indianapolis. Something about the place, she’d say. It’s different, this workaround, because she’s agitated and fired up on the television screen. But still beautiful.

Your phone rings.

“Yeah?”

“Good morning,” Caitlin’s voice chirps, way too bright for how early it is for her. Your eyes flutter closed, drinking in the sound. “Ugh, hotel room coffee sucks. Yours is always better.”

Casual. Normal. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“You’ll live,” you dismiss, standing up to wash your coffee glass. Something to do with your hands. “Good luck with today. Don’t give them too many soundbites.”

Caitlin laughs. “Today, I’m a childish brat who has no respect for others. Tomorrow, who knows.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Listen to them. Or even believe them. They don’t know you. They don’t even know where you begin,” you say, your voice starting to grow stronger with the anger and indignation. The image of Caitlin as you know her, the goofy, kind-hearted and sweet person who you fell—

No.

Anyway.

That image of Caitlin flashes in your mind’s eye as the TV replays her fighting with the referee again. They don’t know. They just don’t. And you hate that—

“I hate that they speak about you like that,” you say sharply. “You’re amazing and kind and everything they can only ever hope to be. Sure, you’re annoying, but nobody’s perfect.”

There’s a bit of muffled movement on the other end, and you wonder if you said too much, or not enough. Before you can spiral further, she replies:

“I don’t know about that.”

“Caitlin—”

“You’re perfect,” she interrupts, and you almost go into cardiac arrest. “To me.”

It lodges in your insides, the weight of her words. But you’ve always had unconventional coping mechanisms. The shock morphs into anger.

“Don’t say that.”

“Am I not allowed to do anything anymore?” Caitlin jokes. “You’re very strict.”

Her joking about it douses gasoline on the fire.

“I’ll call you back.”

“Wait, no—”

You hang up.

×

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You don’t call back.

thanks for reading... let me know if you guys want a continuation or not hehe

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CC x Totally opposite reader. Like golden retriever x black cat and reader is like super goth and Caitlin is like so in love lol

i will do my best to get on this something else is eating away at my brain but i swear when it comes i will write it

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sorry just turned asks on oops

can anyone give me a prompt for a caitlin clark oneshot

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can anyone give me a prompt for a caitlin clark oneshot

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THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

CAITLIN CLARK

WARNINGS — ⑱ Language, Mentions of Alcohol, & Sexual Content

SUMMARY — Caitlin makes sure to make the most out of her championship celebration.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Someone requested this a very long time ago, but what better time to post it than now? I hope I meet the expectations… 🤞🏾

There’s nothing that brings out your favorite side of your girlfriend like winning does.

And alcohol, of course.

Earlier you watched on in awe as she shotgunned the first drink she got her hands on back at the hotel, the liquid dripping down her arms and chin.

When she threw the can to the floor and bolted towards you, you knew exactly what you were in for. Thankfully the cameras were long gone at this point, no one but her teammates having to experience the awfully sloppy kiss she gave you afterwards.

Since then she’s already chugged about five more, an entire bottle of champagne, and her next victim in hand.

You had a fair share of drinks yourself, but you know your limits. You don’t want to make a fool out of yourself.

Not until the two of you are alone, at least.

You were currently partnered up in a game of makeshift beer pong someone set up in the middle of the hotel conference room. Thankfully for your sake, you guys were winning. Lord knows Caitlin can be a sore loser. You also didn’t need any more alcohol in your system right now, so you were glad to have almost all of your cups left.

You squint an eye as you throw your next shot, the beer sloshing out of the rim as you swish it in.

Lexie and Syd both groan before Syd takes the ball out, drinking the cup of beer unenthusiastically. She makes a face when she finishes, slamming the cup to the ground.

“What’s your secret?” Syd yells across the table.

“My secret?” You ask.

“On how you’re kicking our asses right now!”

“It’s because she’s with me!” Caitlin butts in dramatically, splashing a bit of her champagne onto the table.

“Caitlin, you literally haven’t made one this whole time.” Lexie teases, starting a playful banter between the two.

“Oh yeah? Watch this. Watch!” Caitlin says, grabbing a ball and rinsing it in water. “Curry!”

She throws the ball, missing the table completely.

You, Syd, and Lexie all start laughing at her, only amping her up more.

“That was a practice shot.” She lies, waving it off. “I’m just trying to give them a chance to come back.”

“Right.” You say, rubbing her back.

The game ends shortly thereafter, all thanks to you. You’ve both made your way into a fairly empty corner of the room, everyone else preoccupied with something else. Your legs are draped across her lap, her hands incapable of staying put on one part of your body.

“You look sexy in a hat.” You compliment. “I wish you’d wear them more.”

“Yeah?” She asks.

“Mhm.” You reply with a nod.

She smiles before tapping the brim of her hat. “It’s even better if you read the front of it.”

“Caitlin is an idiot.” You fake read off the words, causing her to smile.

“Shut up!” She scoffs, jokingly pushing you away.

“Never.” You reply, leaning back close to her.

She huffs before motioning you to give her a kiss. You do just that, flipping her hat around and kissing her softly until you feel her grab ahold of the back of your neck. You wish you could say that you’re shocked by the way she attempts to slip her tongue into your mouth, but she certainly never fails to try at the wrong times.

“Nuh uh.” You say while pulling away.

She groans, letting her head fall into the crook of your neck. “Why not?”

“There’s people around, Cait.”

“So? You think that they don’t already know how lucky I’m getting tonight?”

You gape, smacking her arm gently. “Caitlin!”

“Sorry, baby. It’s the truth.”

You roll your eyes at her, knowing that she’s not wrong.

“So can we go to the room?” Caitlin asks directly this time, pouring out her bottom lip a little.

Before you can protest, she cuts you off.

“I promise that I’ll make it worth your while.”

You tilt your head at her, your universal sign of weighing your options.

“Oka—”

As soon as she hears the first half of the word, she wastes no time hoisting you up from the seat.

“Calling it a night?” Aliyah asks as the two of you attempt to covertly make your way towards the exit.

By now everyone has noticed your failed attempt of an Irish goodbye, and you have to hide your face into Caitlin’s shoulder to prevent them from seeing your reddened cheeks.

“Something like that!” Caitlin replies, a couple of hoots and hollers coming from all over the room.

The walk to your hotel room is just as you expected. She won’t keep her hands to herself, leaving you to smack them away whenever you hear a noise or pass by another person.

The last thing you need is to wake up to is a viral video of her groping you in public.

Once she gets the point, she trails behind you just a few inches, not able to help her own wandering eyes. She holds onto the neck of the champagne bottle that she insisted on taking with her. She lets it hangs near her leg, her other hand firmly in her waistband.

You glance back at her, smiling ever so slightly before stopping in front of the room. She fishes the key out of your back pocket, handing it to you.

"Did you have a good night?" Caitlin asks.

"Of course. Did you have a good night?" You question back.

"I did have a good night." Caitlin admits. "But I can't lie, I'd like to make it an even better night."

"Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?"

Caitlin steps closer, suddenly seeming even taller than she actually is. "How about you open the door so I can show you?"

You can't help but immediately turn back to face the door, your fingers fumbling the key all over the sensor.

"You got it?" Cailtlin teases. "Do you need me to help?"

You let out a shaky sigh. "No, l've got it."

"Come on, baby, I can't wait any longer." Caitlin whispers.

You finally get the door open and she wastes no time pushing you inside. The sound of her champagne bottle dropping to the floor almost startles you, but not more than the way she pulls you in, pretty much slamming her mouth into yours.

“Fucking finally.” She mutters against your lips, her hands wasting no time to undo your zipper.

You make it easier for her, stepping out of your jeans as soon as she pulls them down your legs. She doesn’t even worry about the rest, pushing you back onto the bed and kneeling between your legs.

Tugging your underwear off with one swift motion, she spreads your legs and wets her lips, teasing you with the softest kiss to your clit.

“Don’t be a tease.” You breathe out, pulling her head in closer.

“I’ll be whatever I want.” She argues with a smirk, doing it again.

Just as you were going to complain, it’s replaced with a moan that comes out when her tongue darts out between your folds, her arms grappling around your legs.

If it’s what you want, it’s what you’ll get.

She suctions her mouth onto your clit now, your head falling back against the bed. Her eyes never lose sight of you, continuing to hold apart your thighs that twitch slightly closed with every flick of her tongue.

You taste even better than she remembers, a moan of her own slipping out and vibrating through you. You aren’t sure what it is that she’s doing exactly, but it’s making you see stars.

Just before you can finish, she stops, smiling at the whine you let out.

She crawls up your body, connecting her lips onto yours. This time you allow her to slip her tongue inside of your mouth, humming lightly at the taste of yourself on her lips.

“Did you bring it?” She asks as she pulls away, standing up to her feet.

You nod and she instantly turns around, making her way to your bag.

“Take the rest off.” She tells you, her back still turned.

You waste no time in slipping the rest of your clothes off, watching as she slips both her damp shirt and shorts off. She continues to fish through your bag, finally finding what she was looking for. As she pulls it out, you can’t help the reaction your body has to seeing it, your mind running wild at what was about to happen.

Her muscles flex with every tighten of the harness around her waist, and you find yourself eyeing the champion in huge letters across her hat. She turns back around, smirking when she sees the way you’re watching her.

“What?”

“Come here.” You demand, calling her towards you with a finger.

She slowly makes her way over, planting herself near the edge of the bed. Her tongue swipes between her lips as she checks you out, and your eyes glance down between her legs.

“What?” She asks again.

You don’t say a thing, sinking off the bed and onto your knees.

“Oh, fuck.” Caitlin whispers when she realizes what you’re going to do.

You’ve never done it before, but she deserves to feel like the winner that she is.

You stick your tongue out, kitten licking the tip of the strap to get a reaction out of her. Her eyes haven’t left yours for a second, and you take that as your chance to lean forward, licking a stripe from the base back to the tip.

She nods, one of her hands tangling into the hair at the nape of your neck.

You close your mouth around it, and though she can’t feel it, she moans, the image of you on your knees for her enough to finish her right then and there. You bob your head very little, wanting to tease her some as well.

You plant your hands onto her thighs, continuing to take her into your mouth as far as you can. You gag ever so slightly as you bottom out, the tip of your nose tapping against the harness. She holds you there, enjoying the way that your eyes flutter closed.

She sucks in a breath as she pulls you back, moaning again when you start bobbing at a steady rhythm on your own. After a while you pull pff completely with a pop, gasping for air.

“Fucking look at you.” Caitlin murmurs, dragging her thumb across your bottom lip.

You yelp when she yanks you up and spins you around, pushing you face first onto the bed. You let out a half nervous, half anticipatory giggle, her hand coming down sharp against your ass.

“What’s funny?” She asks, pulling your hips closer towards her. “Huh?”

“Nothing.” You lie as you shake your head, attempting you wiggle your hips back onto her.

“That’s what I thought.” She chirps back, smoothing over the now red hand mark.

She lines the strap up with your entrance, one hand guiding it in, the other forcing your back down into an arch. She slowly sinks into you, watching it slowly disappear inside of you.

You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until you let out a wail, your lungs feeling empty. Caitlin huffs out as she begins thrusting inside of you, her fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck, please.” You whimper.

You aren’t sure what you’re begging for, but you know you want something.

Your sound has now transformed closer to a sob, an arm reaching back for her. She wastes no time in pinning it against your back, continuing her relentless pace.

Wrapping your hair into a fist, she pulls you up, your back flush to her chest. Her other hand slips down between your legs, sloppily rubbing circles onto your clit.

“Cait, oh my God.” You cry out, unable to do anything but let her use you.

“Taking this shit like a fucking champ.” She grunts into your ear.

Then, it flashes through her mind.

She stills as soon as she decides on it, leaving you to let out a whine of disappointment. She pulls out of you and you slump forward onto the bed, exhausted.

You aren’t sure how long she’s gone, or what it is that she’s doing until she comes back, flipping you over into your back. You notice that she now has her phone and hat in her hand, your eyebrows furrowing.

“I want you to ride me while you wear it.” She says, settling herself against the headboard.

You weakly crawl up towards her, straddling her waist.

The champion gets what the champion wants.

The sight of the phone in her hand makes you slightly nervous. Not because you don’t trust her, but because you want to make it worth her while.

She starts the video, placing the hat on your head. You tilt your head down to get a better view, and allow the camera to read the words. As soon as you get lined up, you lower yourself onto her slowly, biting your lip to hold in the noises threatening to spill.

“I want to hear what I’m doing to you.” Caitlin demands, her free hand palming one of your breasts.

You nod, slowly beginning to rock your hips against her. You don’t hold in this time, her name falling from your lips like a prayer. The change of position allows more friction, the angle of the base of the strap now hitting just against her clit.

“Fuck, baby. Yeah, just like that.”

Despite being awfully close to your own finish, you were gonna try your hardest to get her as close to hers first. You lean back, both hands finding her knees as you begin to bounce, Caitlin’s breath stuttering.

“You like that?” You taunt, making sure to grind your hips down against her. “Hm?”

“I fucking love it.”

You can feel yourself beginning to clench around her, your finish starting to course its way through your body.

“I’m right there. I’m almost there.” You warn her.

“Come on then.” She entices, focusing the camera on where you two met. “Give it to me.”

Your legs tremble as you ride through your high, your cries becoming hoarser before falling silent completely. You lean forward, allowing yourself to go limp against her chest. She comfortingly rubs your back with one hand, her other setting the camera up on the nightstand.

She looks over to make sure the angle is right before wrapping her arms around your back, bucking her hips up into you.

You’ve got a long night coming.

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