Women's Sports Imagines

Caitlin Clark- Getting Back (pt.2) 😈

"You wanted to talk, so talk."

"I've rehearsed this dozens of times but now I'm stuck."

"Maybe try yelling it at me. That use to come pretty easily." 

"I know I yelled a lot; too much. I took my frustrations out on you and know that now. It wasn't fair to you."

"Nothing was fair to me, Clark. I let you use me for 3 years, and yeah, that's on me. I didn't know what love was supposed to look like. So when you said you loved me then treated me like garbage, that's what I figured love was and the love I deserved. But I was stupid to stick around as long as I did."

"I did love you! I still do love you! I was confused and I was going through a lot, but the love I felt for you was real?"

"Don't lie, Caitlin. You never really loved me and you don't love me now."

"I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't love you, Y/N!"

"Why did you bring me here? We could have just talked in the car but you wanted to- wait a minute. Wow. You are the same girl you were all those years."

"That's not why I brought you here. I brought you here so we could talk about this!"

"Do you know how many times I've heard you say those exact words then drag me to bed?"

"It's not like that." 

"We both know it is. And you know what? You say the word and I'll do it."

"What?"

"You heard me. You could yell at me and call me names and put me down but the one thing you actually loved about me was how I got you off."

"I-" Caitlin starts but is cut off.

"You know it's true. I bet you still think about it, it was always on your mind then, even when we weren't together. I mean, how many times did you use sex to get us back together? If you want me to take you right here, right now then fucking say it." Y/N steps towards her until she's in Caitlin's face, watching the girl shift uncomfortably and avoid eye contact.

"Y/N, please." She whispers and Y/N has her right where she wants her. 

"Tell me what you want, Caitlin." Y/N leans in and sucks the spot she knows will drive her ex crazy.

"Please, Y/N, please fuck me." She begs. 

"On the bed." She pushes Caitlin down the hallway, following the girl to her dark room.

Caitlin lies back on the bed as Y/N stands over her, staring. Caitlin's body is still immaculate, even better now that she's training like a professional athlete. But Y/N's brain knows what she's really here for, so she's dry as a desert while Caitlin, who's surely soaked, whines. She pulls Caitlin's shirt off, leaving her in just a sports bra and her shorts. 

She kisses along Caitlin's neck, biting and sucking, rolling her eyes at the moans. When she knows she's left 3 good marks, she slips her hand down the brunette's chest, down her stomach, and into her shorts, cupping her over her wet underwear. Without warning or words, she plunges 2 fingers into Caitlin, who squirms and moans instantly. Y/N picks up her pace and laughs internally about how desperate the girl under her is. It'll take her less than another minute to cum. 

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm close." She doesn't get a response, just a thumb to her clit. "Shit, fuck." She bucks her hips. She's getting ready to cum, Y/N knows it and right as she goes to release, she pulls her hand out, leaving Caitlin an whining, confused mess. She washes her hands off in the bathroom and comes back out.