tw: minors and men DNI, smut, wc: 0.4k, girlfriend!vi x reader
flashing your girlfriend during an argument... 18+
The argument had been going on for long, too long. It all started with a simple little pessimistic joke Vi made and led to you both being irritated and tense for the whole day. A stupid argument, really, but neither of you felt like stopping it the calm and mature way.
Vi closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose while squeezing her eyes shut. “Listen, I just don’t get why you have to be blowing this out of proportion–”
“I’m not the one who was being rude the entire day to literally everyone.”
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have been so rude if you hadn’t been…”
As she was saying her 50th rebuttal of the day, you sighed and decided this was getting out of hand. So you took the low road and decided to lift up your sweatshirt, knowing there definitely wasn’t anything underneath. Your pretty tits bounced out and you watched as her words trailed off and her eyes sunk downwards. Her hands fell from the position she was gesticulating wildly from, and stayed at her sides. It was like a deer caught in headlights, but the headlights are just placed somewhere else.
“That’s not fair, that cannot be fair,” she crossed her arms like a pouty child, and finally dragged her eyes back up to your face at last.
“Oh, so should I pull my sweater back down, or…” She quickly jumped right from her spot to right in front of you, keeping a nice hold on the rim of your sweatshirt to keep it up. “That won’t be necessary.”
She let out a weary sigh, “‘m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that…” she mumbled as she pressed kisses along the side of your neck and the top of your collarbone. “I was just bein’ pissy.” You could hear her breathing in the scent of you before pulling back to take off your sweatshirt entirely while making her way down. The cold air easily sent goosebumps crawling across your skin.
“I’m sorry too, baby. Didn’t mean to make this such a big deal.” She hummed in agreement as her hands trailed down to cup your tits, squeezing them softly before she moved downwards to slowly sink to her knees.
“Let me show you just how sorry I am…”
a/n: hey cuties, lmk if you want a specific trope/fic, my reqs are opennn <3
tw: minors and men DNI, smut, strap sex (r!recieving), wc: 0.6k, tutor dom!vi x sub!reader
when your tutor dicks you down to help study! 18+
Tutors assigned at your campus were meant to assist you in any means possible to help you get your grades up, it was their job, after all. Perhaps that is why your tutor in question was helping you memorize by strapping you down properly.
“C’mon now, don’t go quiet on me, sweetheart. What is the answer?” Vi said smoothly, voice unchanged as she thrusted into you with uncontrollable squelches being released with every hip movement.
How did she even get you bent over the desk in the first place, flashcards propped up in front of you? God knows how you even got this far with her in the first place. “Fuck–ah–is it B?” You stuttered, your head growing dizzy with vertigo as she slowed her thrust to an incredibly frustrating pace. You whined her name in response to the loss of the tightness growing in your stomach, but she just tutted and you could sense her shaking her head disapprovingly at you.
“We’ve been over this one, it can’t be that hard, can it?” She said with a stupidly wicked tone in her voice, oh, it was ridiculous how condescending she could be while trying to help her favourite student–in more ways than one. She acted as if the silicone that was just bumping your cervix perfectly wasn’t making you go insane. You felt her hand come up to grasp your hair to pull it back to face her. “What happens in the rough endoplasmic reticulum?” She repeats, and all of her thrusts slow to a stop. You groan, pressing your warm cheek against the cool wood of the desk you were perched on.
“Uh–is it D? Translations of some proteins?” You say quickly as you push your hips back to grind against the base of the silicone dick with determination. You hear Vi groan behind you before she eventually finally snaps back to the brutal pace she was setting earlier.
You can practically hear her grinning behind you as she says, "perfect, see that? I knew you could do it. My perfect fucking girl, so smart.” You whine at the praise as the thrusts were making your vision go even blurrier than before. Every brutal snap of her hips, made you desperately cry out her name and claw at the desk–which caused multiple papers and stationary to fall to the floor.
“Fuck–oh, fuck–Vi!” You babbled, drool spilling from your lips as you felt the rope knotting tighter and tighter in your core. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as Vi peppered kisses down onto your shoulders and arched back. “I’m so close, fuck, please! Please–let me come, please.” You pleaded, turning your head to face Vi as she rubbed tight, desperate circles on your clit causing you to only cry out louder.
You looked so pretty, with the tears in your eyes, tousled hair from where she yanked it back, how could she say no to her girl when she was this wrecked and ruined? “That’s it, let me see my pretty baby come, what a good girl,” the last bit of praise is what sent you over the edge, babbling out a string of curses with what little control you still had.
The rope snapped, and you felt the pleasure stringing through you from top to bottom. You saw literal stars as she let you ride out your high, every delectable moan pushing her on to make it last as long as possible. As you came down, she was still peppering light touches of her lips to your back as she mumbled, “did I fuck you dumb, baby? Guess we might have to get some more knowledge in you, yeah?”
Synopsis: Sers Caitlyn and Vi are appointed to be your personal guard, and you delight in torturing them for it
Warnings: Bratty/teasing female Reader, virgin!Reader, elements of mild dub-con (Princess sometimes gives Caitvi orders when they're uncomfortable), assassination attempt, minor mentions of religion (one scene in a building of worship, but Reader does not practice), alcohol consumption, the word 'repent' is used but not in a religious context, bondage, spanking (r! receiving), oral sex (r! receiving)
Notes: 'Ser' is rhymes with 'air': 'Sair'. I've included a mild dub-con warning but Princess doesn't force Caitvi into a sexual situation without their consent, she gives them a very clear out if they truly didn't want to be intimate.
The morning sunlight poured through the tall windows in pale gold ribbons, catching in the gauze curtains and turning the Princess’ chambers into something soft and dreamlike.
You stood in front of a large mirror while your maid fastened the final hooks of your gown. Regal and elegant, but just enough cleavage to signal your unmarried status.
“Too tight?” Eve asked softly, fingers gentle at your ribs.
“It’s fine,” you said, lifting your chin. “If I faint during petitions, Father will end court early and I’ll be a hero to the people.”
She snorted under her breath. “You are terrible.”
“And yet widely adored,” you replied sweetly.
A knock came at the chamber doors. Not the polite tap of a servant – firm, official.
You met Eve’s eyes in the mirror. “Ah,” you said brightly, “I wonder what I’ve done already.”
Your maid smoothed her expression into something resembling propriety and went to open the door.
Your father, the King, entered with all the ceremony befitting his title. Eve curtsied low, then retreated to stand discreetly behind you, hands folded. Close enough to be supportive. Far enough to be invisible.
You dipped into a graceful curtsey. “Good morning, Father. You’re here early. Is the kingdom on fire?”
“Not yet,” the King said dryly. “Though my patience may be.”
You rose, wide-eyed innocence painted flawlessly across your face. “I can’t imagine what I’ve yet done; I’ve not even broken my fast.”
The King gave you a look that suggested he could imagine several things, in detail, and none of them brought him peace. “Your guard detail has submitted a formal request for reassignment,” he said.
Eve went very still behind you.
You blinked. “Reassignment?”
“They claim,” your father continued, each word carved from stone, “That guarding you has become… Untenable.”
“Untenable?” You pressed a hand to your chest. “How dreadful. Were they attacked? Threatened? Oh, Father, I should hate for them to suffer on my account.”
The King’s eyes narrowed. “They cited you, daughter.”
“Me?” You looked genuinely startled. “Whatever have I done?”
Behind you, Eve made a small choking sound that might have been a cough.
The King began counting on his fingers. “You insist upon walking arm in arm. You call them by their first names. You buy them gifts.”
“They work terribly hard,” you protested. “Morale is important.”
“You asked one of them how large his muscles were under his armour.”
You shrugged. “I was curious as to my Knight’s skills.”
Eve bit her lip, having to turn slightly away as her shoulder shook silently. She knew your cheeky nature.
The King pinched the bridge of his nose. “They are soldiers, not suitors.”
“I treat everyone warmly,” you said, wounded now. “The people love that about me.”
“Yes,” your father agreed reluctantly, “But the people are not sworn to celibacy while standing within three feet of you.”
A beat.
You lowered your lashes, saintly. “I would never command anyone to break their vows.”
“You make it extremely difficult for them to remember they have them.”
Silence lingered.
Then, gentler but firm, the King said, “They are good men. I will not have their careers ruined because my daughter enjoys being… Charming.”
Your act softened just a fraction. “I never meant harm,” you said quietly.
“I know,” he replied. “But intention does not erase consequence.”
That landed.
The King straightened. Decision made. “I have already arranged replacements.”
Your head lifted. “Oh?”
“A married pair,” he said. “Unusual, I know, but they are both highly decorated. Beyond reproach. You will treat them with the respect they deserve, and give them no reason to flee their posts.”
You held her father’s gaze.
Married. Beyond reproach.
Safe.
Something curious sparked behind your eyes. Then you smiled – gentle, radiant, perfectly princess-like. “Of course, Father,” you said. “You have my word.”
The King studied you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced by a lifetime of experience, but he nodded anyway. “They arrive later this morning.”
And he left, the doors shutting behind him.
Silence.
Three heartbeats passed.
Eve leaned closer and whispered, “You are still going to be a menace, aren’t you?”
Your answering smile was slow, delighted, and just a little wicked. “I,” you said coyly, “Am a delight.”
The King received the pair in a smaller council chamber rather than the throne room. This was not a spectacle; this was business.
Sunlight struck the long table, glinting off polished armour encasing two female chests. The pair stood side by side, helms tucked beneath their arms, posture impeccable.
Knight Vi of the Royal Vanguard, and Knight Caitlyn Kiramman, marksman of the Crown.
Wives.
Reliable. Decorated. Unshakeable.
Piltover’s Finest.
Exactly what he needed.
“At ease,” the King said.
They relaxed by a fraction. Professionals.
“You two came highly recommended, by Captain Grayson. You are aware of the assignment?” he asked, pouring himself a small glass of wine.
“To serve as personal guard to Her Royal Highness Princess Y/N,” Caitlyn answered.
Vi nodded once. “We’re honoured by the trust, Your Majesty.”
Good, he thought. Honour still meant something to them.
“This is not a ceremonial post,” he continued, sitting down at the around table, leaning back casually. “You will be with the Princess at nearly all hours. Court appearances, rides, charity visits, travel. You will dine when she dines, go where she goes, sleep when she sleeps. Your rooms are next to hers, and she has never been an early riser, so I imagine you’ll still get plenty of rest.”
Neither woman flinched.
“Understood,” Vi said.
Caitlyn’s voice was firm. “The Princess will be in safe hands, Your Majesty.”
The King believed her. Which made the next part… Awkward. He cleared his throat. “There is,” he began carefully, “A matter of… Personality.”
Vi’s brow furrowed a fraction. Caitlyn’s expression remained politely attentive, but he saw the calculation behind it.
“My daughter is,” the King said, choosing diplomacy over despair, “Warm. Affectionate. Curious about people.”
“Those are good traits in a future Queen,” Caitlyn replied.
“Yes,” he said. “They are.” He paused. “She has, in the past, been… Overly familiar.”
Ah. There it was.
Vi’s mouth twitched like she was fighting a smile. “Familiar, Your Majesty?”
“She befriends people. Learns personal histories. Dislikes distance.” He hesitated, then added, “Enjoys provoking reactions.”
Caitlyn and Vi shared the briefest glance.
Married communication. Entire conversations in half a second.
We can handle that, it said.
Vi spoke first. “With respect, Your Majesty, we are soldiers. We’ve guarded nobles before.”
The King couldn’t help but glance at the eyepatch covering Caitlyn’s left eye. “I know, I’ve been told your accomplishment. But my daughter is not a noble; she is the next Monarch of Piltover after my death. She will be your Queen,” he replied, tiredly.
Caitlyn inclined her head. “What sort of behaviour prompted the previous detail’s request for reassignment?”
He looked up at the ceiling as though petitioning divine patience. “She frequently walked arm in arm with them in public.”
Vi blinked.
“She complimented their appearance.”
Caitlyn remained stoic. Mostly.
“She made gifts.”
Vi coughed into her fist.
“And,” he finished darkly, “She asked one of them about…” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Size.”
Silence.
Caitlyn’s composure did crack then – just a hair – lips pressing thin. Vi looked like someone trying very hard not to get her sword melted for laughing.
“I see,” Caitlyn said.
“I require,” the King went on, voice firm now, “Guards who will not mistake charm for invitation. Who will not be flattered into foolishness. Who will remember that she is their future Queen, who will one day need a respectable marriage.”
Their spines straightened. That struck home.
“You will not encourage her,” he said.
“We would never,” Caitlyn answered immediately.
Vi nodded. “We are married, Your Majesty. To each other.”
“As I am well aware,” he said, pointedly. “Which is precisely why you are here.”
Because they were safe.
Because they had something to lose.
Because surely they would not risk each other.
Caitlyn’s voice spoke, steady as iron. “The Princess will be protected, Your Majesty, and she will remain beyond reproach.”
The King studied them. Good women, strong, principled. Perhaps, finally, a solution to his problem. “I am glad,” he said. “Because my daughter can be very persuasive.”
Vi huffed a quiet breath, confident. “We will manage, Your Majesty.”
Caitlyn gave a respectful bow of her head. “You have our word.”
Oh, to be so certain, the King thought. “Report straight to her chambers, she needs to start her day,” he said.
They bowed their heads, turned sharply, and strode from the room with the surety of warriors walking toward something entirely conquerable.
The doors shut behind them.
The King sank into his chair. “Gods help you,” he murmured.
Two sharp knocks, the creak of the doors, and the chamberlain’s clear voice carrying across your room.
“Her Highness’ new guard detail. Knights Ser Caitlyn Kiramman and Ser Vi, of the Royal Vanguard.”
You looked up from where you sat pretending to read. Across from you, Eve froze in her sewing.
You shared a glance.
Behave, Eve mouthed.
You offered her most angelic expression. “I always behave. Come in!”
The doors opened.
And oh…
Oh.
You had expected capable. You had expected impressive. You had not expected this.
They entered in step, pale-golden armour catching the late morning light. Strength and elegance, side by side. One all sharp lines and aristocratic control, rifle slung across her back; the other broader, powerful, heavy gauntlets encompassing her hands and forearms, pink hair and a tattoo on her cheekbone.
Married, her father had said.
Safe.
Both Knights dropped to one knee.
“Your Grace,” they said together.
Voices different: one smooth as silk drawn over steel; one low, rough, warm.
You stood quickly, nearly losing your balance for half a second before you remembered you were a Princess, and Princesses did not wobble over pretty women… No matter how beautiful they were.
“Please,” you said, recovering, “You needn’t kneel every time you see me. We’ll be together constantly, won’t we? It will become exhausting.”
The blue-haired Knight rose first. Efficient. Controlled. “It is our honour, Your Grace. Ser Caitlyn Kiramman.”
Ser Vi followed, offering a polite nod. “We’ve been assigned to your personal protection by His Majesty the King.”
Oh, they were already building walls.
You smiled. “How dreadful for you,” you said sympathetically. “I’m known to be very troublesome.”
“Yes, Your Grace,” Vi said, entirely straight-faced.
Eve made a small, strangled sound from somewhere near the tea tray.
Caitlyn shot her Wife the smallest warning glance before returning her attention to you. “We are aware of your schedule,” she continued, voice crisp. “We’ll escort you to court, remain posted during audiences, and accompany you on all excursions.”
You circled them slowly, curious as a cat, hands clasped behind your back as you inspected them.
Up close, they were somehow even more captivating. Caitlyn’s remaining eye was an impossible blue. Vi looked like she’d been carved from marble.
You stopped in front of them. They did not react.
“I hope you won’t be frightened off,” you said lightly. “I seem to have that effect.”
“We do not frighten easily,” Caitlyn replied.
Oh, that sounded like a challenge.
You tilted your head. “Good.”
You reached out before you could stop yourself, fingers brushing a speck of lint from Vi’s pauldron. A tiny thing. Perfectly innocent.
Vi stood statue-still.
Caitlyn’s jaw tightened by a degree only someone looking for it would see.
“There,” you said softly. “Wouldn’t want you presented improperly on my account.”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Vi managed through a tight jaw.
Formal, measured, careful.
They stepped back in perfect unison, re-establishing distance without making it obvious.
You noticed. Of course you noticed. ‘You’re going to make me work for it.’
Instead of being annoyed, you felt something warm uncurl in your chest: delight.
“Well,” you said brightly, moving back toward your chair and nodding at Eve to get your coat out of your wardrobe so you could go on your outing, “I think we’ll all get along, don’t you?”
“We are here to serve,” Caitlyn said crisply.
Which was not the same thing at all.
As Eve started to help you into your coat, you smiled at them – radiant, mischievous, already plotting. “I look forward to us getting to know each other,” you smirked.
Behind you, Eve pressed her lips together, watching two of the most disciplined Knights in the Kingdom begin to realise in real time that the King had absolutely not exaggerated about his daughter’s behaviour.
The carriage rocked gently as it rolled down the cobbled streets, the rhythm steady beneath the clatter of hooves. Inside, it was close. Intimate. Far smaller than your chambers. Far harder to maintain distance.
Caitlyn sat opposite you, posture immaculate, gloved hands folded neatly in her lap, expression schooled into polite neutrality. Vi stood near the door, one hand braced above the window, broad frame taking up a delicious amount of space.
You, unfortunately for them both, seemed very aware of this. “Is it always this serious?” you asked, head tilted slightly as you studied them.
“We are on assignment, Your Grace,” Caitlyn replied.
Vi nodded. “Serious is part of the job.”
You hummed. “It must be exhausting,” you said sympathetically. “Keeping your faces like that all day. Do you not get headaches?”
“These are our normal faces,” Caitlyn frowned.
You smiled. “Oh, I don’t believe that at all. You must surely know how to smile?”
Your shoe nudged lightly against Caitlyn’s boot as the carriage shifted.
An accident… Maybe.
Caitlyn did not move her foot.
Neither did you.
Vi watched the contact like it personally offended her.
“You needn’t hover, Ser Vi,” you told her kindly. “I’m not about to leap from a moving carriage.”
“Protocol,” she replied stiffly.
Your gaze slid over her, warm and wicked all at once. “You’d catch me.”
She nodded. “Of course, Your Grace.”
The carriage slowed.
Caitlyn cleared her throat. “We are arriving.”
And then something remarkable happened: you changed.
The playful looseness in your shoulders straightened. Your smile softened into something gracious, measured, radiant in an entirely different way. When the footman opened the door, after Vi stepped out first, scoping the area before extending a hand back to help you out. You descended with perfect poise, every inch a Princess.
Children and nuns waited in the courtyard, their eyes lighting up when they saw you.
“Princess!”
You greeted almost all of them by name, asking the names of any children you didn’t recognise. You knelt without hesitation when a small child tugged on your dress, fur and silk be damned, and asked about a scraped knee ‘Sister Clara’ apparently already told you about. You greeted the nuns in turn, respectfully bowing your head – Caitlyn and Vi just noticing the veil covering the length of your hair, obviously as per the custom of the nun’s order. You listened to the women’s worries about winter supplies, promising funds, more food deliveries, and books and toys for the children.
Not empty promises, Caitlyn and Vi could both tell. You were someone who followed through.
Vi watched a little boy cling to your skirts, and you only laughed softly, smoothing his hair before picking him up and resting him on your hip. There was no mischief, no games. Just duty, and kindness, and a young woman who carried the weight of a crown you did not yet wear.
Caitlyn felt something in her chest shift.
Beside her, Vi exhaled quietly. “Huh.”
Yes, Caitlyn thought. Huh.
Because the King had warned them about temptation. He had not warned them about admiration.
By the time the visit ended, both Knights stood a little straighter. Not from discipline. From respect.
The moment the carriage door shut behind Caitlyn, sealing you all back into soft velvet and privacy, you sagged against the seat.
“Oh,” you groaned, kicking off your shoes. “If I have to smile that widely for one more minute…”
Vi startled into a laugh before she could stop herself. Caitlyn shot her a look.
Too late.
Your eyes sparkled. “There you are,” you said softly, like you’d found something you’d been looking for.
Caitlyn adjusted her gloves, regaining control. “You were exceptional, Your Grace.”
You preened a little at that. “Thank you. I care about them all, so deeply.”
“We can tell,” Vi said.
And she meant it.
The compliment warmed the air.
You turned on the soft bench and reclined, stretching your legs out. Your dress fell away from your legs, revealing your stockinged feet and calves.
Not an accident.
Caitlyn’s breath caught, almost imperceptible.
“You looked proud of me,” you said.
“We were,” Vi admitted.
Caitlyn’s voice dropped, softer now. “You honour the Crown. You will be a fine Queen someday.”
You watched them both. The respect. The sincerity. It made something flutter in your chest that felt far more dangerous than flirting.
So, of course, you ruined it.
You rested one hand behind your head, smile returning. “Be honest,” you whispered, “Did I impress my terribly brave, terribly stoic Knights?”
Vi looked like she’d been hit with a battering ram.
Caitlyn held the line. Mostly. “Yes,” she said.
You beamed. “Good. I do so like having your attention.”
Vi turned toward the window as if prayer might exist out there somewhere. Caitlyn stared straight ahead, desperately trying to rebuild her composure.
The King had asked them not to encourage you.
They weren’t. They absolutely weren’t.
You settled back on the cushions, pleased, watching the effect you had on them, already wondering how long their discipline might survive.
Dinner in your private dining room was, in theory, a restrained affair. Small table. Low candlelight. No court audience. No petitioners. Just you, your two assigned Knights, Eve, and a food taster currently sampling the dishes.
You moved to sit at the head of the table, radiant in soft evening silk, watching your new protectors take up positions near the wall.
“Oh no, no,” you said immediately.
Caitlyn didn’t even blink. “Your Grace?”
“You’re not standing,” you informed them. “That’s absurd. You sit and eat with me.”
“We are on duty,” Caitlyn replied.
Vi nodded, hands behind her back. “We’re fine, we’ll eat later.”
You turned to Eve, who was arranging plates with suspiciously calm efficiency. “Do they look fine to you, Eve?”
She kept her eyes lowered, but her mouth twitched upwards. “They look very… Vertical, Your Grace.”
You sighed dramatically. “If you loom over me whilst I try to eat, I shall develop nerves, and then I shan’t eat, and then the kitchen will blame themselves, and morale will plummet.”
Neither Knight moved.
You leaned an arm across the back of your chair. “I am ordering you to eat with me,” you smiled sweetly.
A pause. Caitlyn weighed protocol versus command, but knew she’d lost the fight. So, they sat, one either side of you, looking not too happy about the situation.
You grinned smugly, taking a seat.
Eve began serving, moving around the table like a ghost. But every time she passed behind you, there was the faintest sense of I cannot wait to gossip with you about this later.
“So,” you started pleasantly, lifting your glass of sweet wine to your lips, “Tell me about your day.”
“We accompanied you to the orphanage,” Vi said, a little confused.
“Yes, but from your perspective,” you pressed. “Did I behave?”
Caitlyn answered honestly as she began to eat. “You were exemplary.”
The word landed warm.
You tried not to glow too obviously. And you failed. “I can be serious,” you said, delicately cutting your meat.
“We noticed,” Vi replied.
And there it was again: that note of respect. It made your stomach flutter.
You tilted your head and smiled. “And which part impressed you most?”
Caitlyn, ever disciplined, simply cut her food. “Your preparation. You knew every name.”
“I like getting to know the people whom I serve,” you said. “There are times I enjoy… Serving.”
Eve topped up your wine, even though you’d barely drunk from it. She gave you a quick look: Careful.
You ignored it. “Well,” you said lightly, “I should hate to know so little about my brave new Knights.”
Vi shifted, drinking the wine. “We’re not very interesting, Your Grace.”
You smiled at her over the rim of your glass. “I doubt that very much. I heard your moniker: Piltover’s Finest? You don’t get a name like that for no reason. And your eye, Ser Caitlyn? Is there truly no story there?”
Caitlyn dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. Buying time. “What would you like to know, Your Grace?”
Everything, you almost breathed.
Instead: “How did you two meet?” A safe, respectable question.
Vi glanced at Caitlyn, fondness immediate and unguarded. “She got me released from gaol.”
You gasped in delight. You hadn’t expected that! “How romantic!”
“It was not,” Caitlyn said, though colour touched her cheeks.
“Why were you in gaol? And how did you become a Knight?”
“I was a thief. I was burgling a rich man’s home, and got caught. The Enforcers put me in gaol, but while I was awaiting trial, Cupca- Caitlyn got me released, because I had information on a higher priority case.”
You laughed, warm and bright, at Vi’s slipup. Cupcake? You filed that away for safekeeping, knowing you would bring it out when it would be useful.
Dessert arrived.
You leaned forward, conspiratorial again, back in familiar waters. “I’m glad you’re here, and not some other Knights,” you said honestly.
Vi softened.
Caitlyn did too, just a fraction. “We are glad to serve.”
Ah. Back to that.
Your slipper brushed against Vi’s boot under the table.
She froze.
Eve, passing behind you, saw exactly where your foot had gone. Her eyes widened.
You took an innocent bite of your sweet apple tart, like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.
Caitlyn glanced at Vi’s pinkening cheeks, then back to your overly-casual face. “Is something wrong?”
“Mm?” you looked up harmlessly. “Nothing at all.”
When dinner was finally over, Caitlyn rose at once, grateful for the return of distance. “Thank you for the meal, Your Grace. Shall we escort you back to your rooms?”
You stood too. “So formal,” you sighed. “We’ve shared a meal; we are practically lifelong companions now.”
They said nothing as they walked back with you to your chambers, Eve having slipped out earlier to start turning down your bedroom. The guards posted outside the door pushed open the heavy oak guarding your private space, giving Caitlyn and Vi respectful nods.
Vi did a quick scan of the rooms, nodding to Caitlyn with the ‘all clear’.
The taller Knight straightened. “We will see you in the morn, Princess.”
“We’re right next door, if you need us,” Vi added.
You smiled back, nodding towards the interconnecting door dividing your rooms from theirs. “And you know where I am. You can enter whenever you’d like.”
They both straightened up in discomfort, bowing their heads to you in respect, then headed through the door into their private rooms, Caitlyn closing the door behind them.
You watched them go.
The door closed.
Silence fell.
Eve waited precisely two seconds. “You had your foot on Ser Vi for all of dessert!”
You giggled softly. “I did not.”
“You absolutely did. And just now? ‘You can enter when you’d like’?!” She shook her head disapprovingly. “You’re going to cause scandal, Princess!”
Your mood suddenly evaporated, face dropping. “I’d like to get ready for bed now.”
The door to their quarters shut with a heavy, blessed click. Silence lasted for only a few seconds, before Vi took of her gauntlets.
Exasperated, she ran a hand over her face. “What,” she demanded of the universe, “was that?”
Caitlyn removed her gloves, finger by finger, placing them on the table with infuriating composure. “Dinner,” she said.
Vi stared at her. “Cupcake.”
“Yes.”
“She had her foot on me.”
“I am aware.”
“You’re aware?”
“I have eyes, Vi.”
“Well, you didn’t look aware,” Vi muttered.
Caitlyn exhaled through her nose, the sound of someone trying very hard to remain the most rational person in the room. “We cannot react,” she said. “We promised the King we would not encourage her, and it’s clear that she does enjoy getting a reaction from us.”
“She’s doing it on purpose.”
“Yes.”
“She likes it.”
“Yes, Vi, I just said that.”
Vi groaned in frustration, ruffing her hair. “What, and you’re just… Fine?”
Caitlyn finally looked at her Wife. Her control was thinner now, pulled tight, hot and unsettled. “I did not say I was fine.”
Oh.
Vi’s indignation softened into something else. Understanding. Sympathy. Shared doom. They both glanced, involuntarily, toward the adjoining door.
Vi scrubbed her hands over her hips, sitting down heavily on the end of the bed. “The King said she was persuasive, but I figured he meant… Charming.”
Caitlyn almost laughed, short and breathless. “She is charming.”
“That’s not what I meant, Cupcake.”
They stood with it for a moment.
The memory of the orphanage, the way you’d knelt for the children, who all clearly adored you. The way you had looked at them in the carriage after; hopeful, wanting their approval.
Caitlyn sank onto the edge of the bed. “She is good,” she said quietly.
Vi nodded. “Yeah...”
And that was the problem. If you were spoilt or cruel or careless, this would be easy. Instead, you were warm, and bright, and trying so hard to be worthy of a future you hadn’t chosen.
Vi blew out a breath. “I like her.”
Caitlyn’s jaw tightened. “Yes,” was all she said.
Another look at the door.
“We can’t,” Caitlyn said.
“I know.”
“We are sworn.”
“I know.”
“She is our responsibility.”
Vi gave her a small, crooked smile. “You’re trying to convince yourself harder than me, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn huffed softly.
Because yes. She was.
Vi sat beside her, shoulders bumping together, familiar comfort. Grounding.
“We love each other,” Vi said, simple as sunrise.
Caitlyn leaned into her just slightly. “Always.”
And yet… Your laugh and smile echoed in their memory, bright and vibrant.
Vi groaned. “She’s gonna keep doing it.”
“Yes,” Caitlyn said.
“Because we can’t stop her.”
Caitlyn closed her eyes.
Because how could they reprimand a princess for smiling at them? For touching their arm? For wanting closeness in a life designed to deny it?
They couldn’t.
“That is our duty,” Caitlyn said at last.
Vi flopped backward onto the bed. “I’m gonna die.”
“You are not.”
“I am,” she insisted. “And they’ll carve on my tombstone: Here lies Ser Vi. Smiled at by a sweet princess, and perished.”
Despite herself, Caitlyn laughed. The moment lightened, and she smiled down at Vi. “We need to get some rest,” she murmured.
Vi nodded, sitting up. “Big day of pretending we’re immune tomorrow.”
“Yes.”
They removed their armour, setting their weapons directly by the bed, ever ready to spring into action. Once undressed to their underclothes, they settled beneath the covers, bodies fitting together the way they always had.
Familiar. Certain. Safe.
But Caitlyn’s eye lingered on the outline of that connecting door long after Vi started snoring softly.
And she had the dreadful, creeping suspicion that the true danger of their assignment was not anything that might come for the Princess…
… But what was already waiting for them on the other side of the wall.
Weeks passed and you all settled into your routine together – you continuing on with your outings and responsibilities, Caitlyn and Vi accompanying you, and you tormenting them every chance you got.
The kingdom continued. Petitions were heard. Buildings inspected. Banquets endured. Children lifted and kissed, and promises made and kept to families and businesses.
And always, you stood between your Knights. You learned the rhythm of them.
Caitlyn liked precision: reports given in full, plans discussed in advance. Vi went by instinct: eyes scanning over crowds, tracked exits, reacted even without a plan in place.
They worked beautifully together, and they loved each other in quiet ways – a touch to the back, a glance to check in, space made without asking.
You tried very hard not to love that, and failed spectacularly.
You also learned exactly how far you could push before they retreated. Which, unfortunately for everyone, became your new hobby.
In public, you behaved. You shone bright like a star; you listened; you remembered names and faces.
Your Knights admired you, telling you so, in careful words that never crossed lines.
But in private carriages, you sat too close. In corridors, you took their arms. During long meetings, you let your eyes trail over them.
Nothing too overt – you didn’t need a scandal.
They never called you on it, they simply endured. By that point, they had perfected the art of Not Reacting. Vi had learned to keep her breathing even when you leaned into her space to whisper something unnecessary. Caitlyn had mastered staring at the horizon while your hand rested warm in the crook of her elbow.
They were magnificent…
… And ridiculously transparent.
You saw every swallow, every flex of a jaw, every moment their control tightened like pulled wire. And they knew you saw.
That was the worst part.
One afternoon, as you all walked the palace gardens, you stumbled. Not too much, but just enough for Vi to shoot her arm out, arm firm around your waist, hauling you back against armour and solid muscle.
For half a heartbeat, you were pressed together.
You looked up.
Vi looked down.
She carefully, gently, set you back on your feet and stepped away. “Careful, Your Grace,” she said.
You smiled brightly, tucking your hand into the crook of her arm. “Thank you, Ser Vi.” You looked back at Caitlyn, linking your arm through hers as well. “Your turn next, Ser Caitlyn.”
They respected you.
They admired you.
They wanted you.
But they could never have you.
The Palace slept.
Or at least parts of it did.
You reclined against your plush pillows, wrapped warmly in your blankets, candle burning low as you read your latest book, completely entranced. Eve had long since retired to her own small room down the corridor, your Knights also in their own rooms.
You turned the page, when you heard it.
A muffled thud.
A heavy breath… Not distressed, not alarmed.
Something else.
You went very still.
The sound had come from the other side of the left wall.
From their rooms.
Heat crept, slow and inevitable, up the back of your neck.
Oh.
You knew that sound; you’d heard couples make it from behind closed doors, or down dark corridors late at parties.
You told yourself to roll over, to put the pillow over your head. To grant them the privacy they so carefully, so constantly tried to preserve for you.
You lasted perhaps three seconds, then you sat back up. Bare feet touched cold stone floor as you drifted, drawn toward the connecting door.
It stood closed.
And yet the old Palace carried noise in traitorous ways. Through wood, through stone, through the tiny betrayals of hinges and space.
You pressed your fingers lightly to the wood. On the other side, you could hear more clearly now – breathless murmurs, the rustle of sheets, a quiet rhythm of two people who knew each other completely.
You closed your eyes.
A soft sound reached you; half-laugh, half-moan, and your hand curled against the wood. You imagined Caitlyn’s careful control finally undone, Vi’s strength turned gentle and devoted.
You wondered if they ever thought of you when they were like this.
The idea was foolish.
Cruel to yourself.
You should go back to bed…
On the other side of the wall, a voice broke, wrecked and open and utterly unguarded.
“Y/N…”
Caitlyn’s voice.
Your eyes flew open. For a moment you thought you must have imagined it. Wanted it so badly your mind had turned traitor.
But then you heard the answering sound, soothing and reverent, and knew you hadn’t.
Your name. Again.
From Vi.
A trembling breath left you. They were both thinking of you, in that moment. You pressed your forehead to the door, heart racing, something wild and bright blooming in your chest: hope.
They wanted you.
They might fight it in daylight, might build walls of honour and duty and vows…
… But in the dark, when the truth slipped free, you were with them.
You stepped back at last, dizzy with it. You returned to your bed, curled beneath the covers, and stared at the canopy overhead with a smile you could not contain.
Morning arrived like it always did: too early, too bright. Entirely indifferent to the revelation of the night before.
Eve helped you into your day dress, chattering about schedules and correspondence while you stood unusually still, wearing the sort of private smile that meant trouble.
Caitlyn and Vi arrived precisely on time, their armour and posture perfect, both unaware that the battlefield had shifted.
You turned when they entered, and for just a moment your composure almost broke, because you remembered the sound of your name on their lips as they came undone to the thought of you.
You softened. “Good morning,” you greeted sweetly, heading over to your vanity table when Eve finished with your dress.
Something in it made both of them pause.
“Your Grace,” Caitlyn replied.
Vi nodded, already wary.
“How did you sleep?” you asked, selecting and putting in the earrings of the day.
A polite question, nothing more.
Vi answered first. “Well, Your Grace.”
Caitlyn inclined her head. “Restfully.”
Your lips curved. Liars.
You stood closer that morning. Not enough to be improper – you never were, in public – but enough to remind them that you could be.
Your fingers lingered at Caitlyn’s sleeve while discussing the scheduled court appointments of the morning. You laughed low at something Vi muttered, stepping into her space, watching the way her breath caught.
By midday, Caitlyn knew something was wrong. You had always been flirtatious, yes, but this was calmer. Less searching.
As though you had gained a sense of confidence overnight.
Vi noticed too.
In the corridor outside the Council’s chamber, while you spoke with an advisor, Vi leaned in.
“What’s up with her today? She’s different,” she murmured.
Caitlyn kept her eye forward. “I know.”
Vi’s stomach dropped. “Could she have heard-?”
“No,” Caitlyn said quickly.
She grimaced. “You sure?”
A flicker of doubt slid down Caitlyn’s spine.
In their rooms that night, Vi paced. “Okay,” she said. “I’m saying it.”
Caitlyn sat rigid at the writing desk as she wrote a missive to her mother. “Don’t.”
“I’m going to.” A beat. “I think she knows.”
The words settled between them like thunder.
Caitlyn’s heart lurched. “She cannot.”
“She’s been looking at us like she does.”
The blue-haired Knight put the quill down, turning around on the padded stool. “What would she know?” she asked, too tight.
Vi rubbed the back of her neck. “That we want her.”
Silence.
The connecting door stood a few feet away.
Caitlyn forced herself to take a steadying breath. “If she heard what we did last night,” she said carefully, “She would have brought it up the second she saw us this morning. She would have been tormenting us with it all day.”
Vi nodded slowly. “Yeah,” she admitted.
“She would not have been sweeter, gentler,” Caitlyn finished.
Vi sighed, sinking onto the bed. “Then what the hell changed?”
Caitlyn had no answer.
Unbeknownst to them, you sat on the other side of the door, your back against the wood as you listened, smiling into the low light of your rooms.
You would never tell. Never tease them with it.
Because you loved that they were honest when they thought you couldn’t hear them. And if keeping your mouth shut meant you could still hear your name fall from their lips like a prayer, then you would guard that secret with your life.
Tomorrow, you decided, you might hold their hands.
Nothing outrageous.
Just enough to remind them: I want you too.
The gala had been declared safe.
Layered security. Controlled guest list. Balconies watched, exits manned. Caitlyn had inspected all the sightlines herself.
Vi still hated it. Too many bodies. Too many masks. Too much noise.
You, radiant in your formal corseted gown, moved through the crowd with effortless elegance. You laughed freely, listened where you should, accepted compliments with grace.
You behaved.
Mostly.
You held Caitlyn’s arm as you conversed with a visiting noble and his daughter a few years older than you, your faithful Knights ever at your side. Vi kept close on your other side, a quiet, immovable wall, eyes constantly shifting.
Music swelled. Glasses chimed. The noble droned on about trade.
Then…
Vi felt it first.
The shift. A ripple in the air, wrong and electric.
Her head snapped toward the upper gallery. “Cait-”
Caitlyn was already moving, shoving you to the floor, her body over yours. “Down!” she barked.
The crack of the rifle shattered the music a split second later – not Caitlyn’s shot, but the assassin’s, wide and panicked because the Princess had vanished from where you had been standing only a split second earlier.
Because then Vi had you, one arm around your waist, the other already lifting you off the floor.
You barely had time to gasp before the world moved, and you were hauled against Vi’s chest. One hand kept your head down against her breastplate, her other arm wrapped tightly around you as she ran, your feet barely keeping up. She didn’t look back – that wasn’t her job. Her job was you.
Palace guards surrounded the two of you in a protective shell, shields raised on all sides, quickly moving out of the room.
You heard more shots fired amid the screams filling the banquet hall.
Caitlyn’s rifle, once on her back hidden under her cloak, was in her hands, movements swift and precise, tracking the fleeing shooter, firing with terrifying calm.
“Balcony!” she shouted to the other guards. “Second pillar!”
When you, Vi, and the guards got into the hallway, Vi suddenly scooped you up, tossing you over her shoulder, like you weighed nothing.
“Hold on,” she ordered, running through the corridors, the Palace guards still surrounding you both.
“Where’s Caitlyn?!” you cried, lifting your head and looking back down the corridor. The guests from the ball were starting to spill out, running in every direction in their terror.
“She’ll be fine!” Vi dismissed, turning more corners, heading back to your rooms.
Vi never slowed through the corridors, everyone’s boots thundering, her gauntlet holding you over her shoulder by your hip. Even as your heart pounded with fear, you couldn’t ignore how magnificent Vi was. How strong she was, to lift you over her shoulder and sprint through the corridors in full armour.
Your entourage arrived back at your rooms, the Palace guards immediately swarming your rooms and inspecting every nook and cranny. Eve was terrified, cowering with her hands up as the guards looked under the bed, in the wardrobes, behind the curtains, over the balcony’s edge… Vi placed you down in a corner of the room, blocking your body with hers.
You could smell the scent she wore on her neck, your mouth watering at the heady fragrance.
The most senior Palace guard nodded to Vi, giving her the all-clear.
Vi nodded back, easing away from you. She turned, gently ushering you away from the corner. “I want a full watch on the balcony, in case someone climbs up-” a dozen guards swept out of the doors leading onto the balcony, closing the doors behind them, taking up positions, weapons never stowed, “-And just as many outside. Ser Caitlyn will be handling things downstairs.”
You had started to shake as the adrenaline crashed out of your system. She held you silently, pulling your body against hers as she led you back to the bed, lifting you slightly to sit you on the end. You didn’t notice the door to your room closing as everyone filed out, leaving the two of you alone.
Vi crouched in front of you, slipping her heavy gauntlets off. Her hands moved quickly, checking for injury. “Are you hurt?”
You shook your head. “I’m fine,” you replied, even as you trembled.
Vi unclipped the cloak from her shoulders, draping it around you, rubbing your arms. “It’s alright. You’re safe.”
“Where’s Caitlyn?” you whimpered.
She smiled at you softly, her heart quickly softening. “She’ll be fine. The Palace will be locked down – if the assailant hasn’t already been captured or killed. She’s better at handling that stuff. It’s my job to keep pretty princesses safe,” she nudged your chin gently.
You let out a soft giggle, taking a deep breath, Vi continuing to rub your arms.
An hour later, an odd series of taps came on the door to your bedroom. You looked up from your spot where you sat in front of the fire, Vi’s cloak still wrapped around your shoulders as she sat with you.
“That’s Cait’s knock,” she explained softly, getting up and heading to the door. She cracked it open, peeking out, then allowed it to open wider.
Caitlyn stepped inside, closing and bolting the door behind her. She glanced at you by the fire, giving you a small smile, before speaking to Vi in hushed tones, face serious.
You watched them as they whispered to each other. Caitlyn’s gloved hands moved animatedly, her long fingers encased in the finely stitched leather. Vi leant against the door, hand on her hip as she listened to her Wife, nodding when appropriate.
You pulled Vi’s cloak tighter around, nuzzling your nose into the material, taking in her scent. Your mind suddenly filled with an image of Vi kissing you, her cologne filling your brain as Caitlyn stroked your face with her gloved fingers.
Where had that image come from?! you wondered, blushing bright red. You’ve never even kissed someone before, and now your brain was imagining the sensation of Caitlyn’s gloves all over your body.
You pressed your thighs together, dizzy with the intensity of it.
Caitlyn gave a definitive nod to Vi, who straightened. They both looked at you, heading over.
“Don’t sit too close to the fire, Princess,” Caitlyn chided softly.
“Why not?”
“Your face is red,” she pointed out.
You blushed harder. “Oh! No, no. No, I’m fine.”
Caitlyn chose not to address the fact that you were still wearing Vi’s cloak, clearly holding the fabric tight around you.
“What’s the situation downstairs? What happened?” you asked, hoping to divert the subject.
They both sat down on the chaise in front of the fire, sitting over you as you remained sat on the floor. Looking up at them from this angle just highlighted their beautiful features as they looked down at you.
Them standing over you as you knelt before them…
You blinked away the mental image.
“The shooter has been captured, he’s in the dungeons being questioned now,” Caitlyn explained. “The Palace is on lockdown, every entrance and exit is being watched, every room will be searched.”
“So far, no-one else has been found,” Vi added, reaching out to stoke the fire, adding a log.
“Was anyone hurt?” you asked Caitlyn.
She shook her head. “No. It seems you were the intended target. When the assailant missed his shot, he fled, trying to crack off a few more shots but he never hit anyone. We apprehended him a minute later.”
“Thank you,” you breathed.
Caitlyn seemed surprised at your gratitude. “Of course. It’s our job,” she said. Her eye softened a little at your expression.
You smiled back at them. “Well,” you heaved a breath, “That was an exciting turn of events.”
Vi blinked.
Caitlyn frowned. “An attempt was made on your life.”
“Yes,” you agreed lightly. “You both handled it expertly.”
Caitlyn looked almost uncomfortable under the praise. “We did our duty.”
You scooted closer, moving onto your knees in front of them. Your voice dropped a little. “You threw me over your shoulder,” you told Vi.
Vi flushed. “It was the fastest extraction.”
“I felt very safe,” you continued. “And you,” you looked at Caitlyn, “Saw the assassin and took action before he even fired a shot.”
Caitlyn inhaled slowly, sensing danger of an entirely different variety. “Again, we were just doing our duty,” she said carefully.
Your smile sharpened. You placed your hands on their knees, resting your chin on Caitlyn’s other knee as you looked up at her, batting your eyelashes. “My brave Knights, keeping me safe.”
Caitlyn cleared her throat delicately. “We should away for bed.”
They both stood from the chaise, Vi clenching her fists a little as she tried to look anywhere but at you.
“You can’t leave me like this,” you protested.
Caitlyn looked down at you in concern, then immediately regretted it… She could see straight down the front of your dress, her tall position giving her a wonderful view of your cleavage. “What… What do you mean?”
You looked down at your own dress. “My corset.”
Both Knights blushed bright red.
“Please, I simply can’t take it off myself. And it’s so late, Eve will be asleep already. It wouldn’t be fair to wake her.”
They both wanted to perish, to melt into the floor. Vi’s ears were burning red as she anxiously clenched her hands at her sides, before placing them on her hips.
You looked up sweetly. “Ser Caitlyn? Will you assist me?”
“Princess-”
“Now,” you commanded, holding out your hand for her to pull you up.
The Knight sighed, but helped you up. Keeping your grip on her hand, you led her into the centre of your room.
You moved your hair off your back, pulling it over your shoulder. “My dress laces in the back,” you instructed softly, with a sweet voice.
Caitlyn looked down at the elegant line of your back, feeling her heart beating faster. She pulled off her gloves, looking around for somewhere to put them, considering just dropping them on the floor.
You quickly glanced at her. “I’ll hold them for you?”
She hesitated, but handed them to you. You rubbed your fingers over the soft material, admiring the careful craftsmanship, as Caitlyn started unlacing your dress. She slowly opened the luxurious fabric, gradually revealing your shift.
Her breath started coming faster.
You heard it, smiling in satisfaction.
You turned your gaze to Vi, who was looking away. “Ser Vi, did you like my dress tonight?”
The shorter Knight coughed. “Princess?”
“Did you like my dress?” you asked again, more slowly.
“You… You always look beautiful.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Your face burst into a grin as Caitlyn eased your dress down your hips. You stepped out of it, now standing in just your chemise and corset, your cleavage almost spilling over the top.
“And you, Ser Caitlyn? Did you like my dress?”
Caitlyn scooped up your dress, draping it across the end of your bed. Heading back over to you, she tried not to look at your body. “I agree with Ser Vi.”
You giggled. “So, you think I’m beautiful, too?”
She started unlacing the back of your corset. “I may have lost an eye, but I’m not blind, Your Grace.”
Heat flushed your cheeks, and you couldn’t stop smiling. “Well, that is good to know.”
Caitlyn slowly unlaced your corset, letting you slip it off when she was done. You tossed it down onto your vanity stool, turning to both of them, proudly only in your thin cotton shift.
“Thank you, Ser Caitlyn. Your care is gratefully appreciated.”
Her Knight, cheeks red, just nodded. “It was my pleasure, Your Grace. Goodnight.”
She and Vi headed through to their rooms, closing the door behind them. Giggly with excitement, you headed to bed, grinning madly as you settled under the covers.
They admitted you were beautiful…
The summons arrived before Caitlyn and Vi had even finished dressing the next morning. A Palace guard knocked on their door, and simply spoke four terrifying words.
The King summons you.
Vi looked over her shoulder at Caitlyn. ‘We’re dead’, her eyes said.
Caitlyn walked with measured steps through the corridors on their way to the King’s private chambers. “We have maintained decorum,” she said.
“We absolutely have not,” Vi replied.
Caitlyn paused. “… We have attempted to maintain decorum.”
“Yeah,” the shorter Knight muttered. “And now he knows.”
Rumours travelled fast in palaces. A glance here, a whisper there, the Princess glowing like a newlywed whenever you were with them.
Of course he knew.
The King’s rooms were colder than yours. The fire wasn’t built as large, the décor not as plush.
The Kingdom’s leader sat at his desk, breaking his fast with bread, fruit, and coffee. They approached, knelt, heads bowed.
“Ser Caitlyn. Ser Vi,” he greeted.
Neither dared look up.
“Your Majesty,” Caitlyn said.
There was a stretch of silence. Vi braced for impact.
The King sighed, wiping his fingers on a cloth, leaning back in his chair. Not angry. Weary. “Do you know,” he began, “How many complaints I have received from your predecessors?”
Caitlyn’s stomach dropped.
Here it comes.
“No, Your Majesty,” she said carefully.
“An astonishing number,” he continued. “Distraction. Impropriety. Emotional entanglement. Inability to remain unaffected.”
Vi closed her eyes.
Yep. That was them. Finished. Dead.
“I was beginning to fear,” the King went on, “That my daughter – as sweet and kind as she is – would never learn the difference between genuine fondness and manipulation.”
They blinked.
“I have been watching,” he continued. “As have others.”
Oh no.
Vi considered falling on her sword right there.
Instead, the King studied them with something that looked almost like approval. “She is still herself,” he said. “Bright. Incorrigible.”
Accurate.
“But she has not driven you away.”
They hesitated.
“I hear no grievances from you,” he continued. “No petitions for reassignment. No wounded pride.”
Caitlyn and Vi exchanged the tiniest glance.
Because they were too busy falling in love with you.
The King nodded, satisfied. “You treat her with respect,” he said. “You do not indulge her, and yet you are kind. And as last night proves, you will protect her with your lives.”
Caitlyn felt something twist in her chest.
He thought… He thought they were succeeding.
“I am grateful,” the King finished.
Grateful.
Vi’s brain stopped functioning.
“Your Majesty,” she managed faintly, “We are only doing our duty.”
“And doing it well,” he said firmly. He rose, approaching them. He placed a hand on each of their shoulders. “I could not ask for better guardians for my daughter.”
Oh, that was so much worse.
Caitlyn bowed her head, the weight of honour felt heavier than any accusation. “It is our honour to protect the Crown’s heir, Your Majesty” she said.
Vi followed suit. “We will continue to serve, until our last breath.”
The King smiled. “I know you will.”
They exited the room in silence. They walked halfway down the corridor, before they stopped.
Vi turned to Caitlyn. “We are terrible people,” she said.
Caitlyn pressed her fingers to her temples. “He thanked us.”
“He thanked us.”
“He trusts us.”
“Yeah,” Vi breathed. “We’re doomed.”
Because the King saw discipline, loyalty, restraint.
What he did not see was how thin the ice had become. How one more look, one more whisper from you, might shatter everything.
Caitlyn exhaled slowly. “We cannot fail,” she said.
Vi nodded.
Resolved, terrified… Utterly in love.
They knocked on your outer door when they knew you’d be awake.
“Enter,” you called.
Sunlight spilled through tall windows, your balcony free of guards from the night before. Eve stood behind you, fingers busy with your corset’s laces, tugging the garment snug while you held a bedpost.
You turned your head when they entered. You smiled, then paused.
Something was wrong.
Caitlyn looked too formal, Vi too quiet. Both of them standing like they were awaiting punishment.
“Good morning,” you said carefully.
“Your Grace,” they replied in unison.
Eve’s eyes flicked between them; she saw it too.
You, ever perceptive beneath your mischief, softened your voice. “Are there any developments since last night?”
“No,” Caitlyn said at once. Too quick.
Vi coughed.
You hummed.
Eve tied the final knot and stepped back. “All done,” she said.
You caught her hand before she could move away. “Give us a moment, please,” you murmured.
Eve hesitated, and looked at the Knights, who suddenly appeared deeply alarmed by the idea of being alone with you, particularly in your current state of undress.
Nevertheless, she obeyed. She curtsied to you, and slipped out.
The door closed.
You turned slowly. “Well..?” you said.
Caitlyn folded her hands behind her back. “Your schedule today-”
You shook your head, placing your hands on your waist. “Can wait.”
Vi shifted her weight.
You stepped closer, studying their faces. “You both look like you’re on your way to confess.”
Caitlyn almost flinched.
You frowned. “What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” the blue-haired Knight insisted.
You raised a brow. Then you did something terribly unfair: you took Caitlyn’s hand. Not seductively, not wickedly. Just a soft touch. “Cait,” you said, gentle now, “Tell me.”
Caitlyn melted instantly, which was humiliating. “I…”
She glanced at Vi helplessly.
Vi lasted three seconds under your expectant stare, cracking like cheap pottery. “Your father called us in,” she blurted.
You blinked. “My father?”
“Yes,” Vi rushed on, words tumbling now that they’d started. “We thought he’d heard things, that we were being inappropriate, that he was going to reassign us-”
Your jaw dropped. “What?!”
“He thanked us,” Vi finished miserably.
You stared. “Thanked you?”
“For never complaining about you,” Caitlyn explained, keeping her eyes on the floor. “For serving you well. For resisting your… Charms.”
There was a pause.
Your shoulders began to shake.
Caitlyn looked up, horrified.
You were laughing. Not a polite giggle, not a royal titter. Full, helpless, delighted laughter. “Oh, that is magnificent,” you gasped. “He thinks you’re actually coping!” You pressed a hand to your mouth, near tears. “He thinks you’re immune to me.”
“Yes,” Vi said flatly.
That only made it worse.
You laughed harder.
Caitlyn watched you, half miserable, half completely undone by how beautiful you were when you lost control.
“Your father trusts us,” she said quietly.
The humour softened.
You saw the guilt behind their eyes, their pained and conflicted expressions. “You are trustworthy.”
That landed harder than the teasing.
“We would never hurt you,” Vi said at once.
“I know,” you replied. You smiled again, mischief creeping back in. “But it is very funny,” you added.
Vi threw her head back. “Unbelievable.”
You stepped closer to her. You carefully took off her heavy gauntlets, handing each one to Caitlyn as you did. When her wrapped hands were free, you took one.
“Help me dress?”
It was an order. A gentle one.
Vi followed you automatically as you pulled her over to the end of your bed where your dress was laid out. She helped you step into it, pulling the heavy fabric over your hips and up your torso. You slipped your arms into the loose sleeves, holding the top of the dress to your chest whilst Vi’s fingers carefully tied the laces in the back.
You felt her breath on the back of your neck, listening to her as she tried to ignore how close you were.
“My poor, honourable Knights,” you teased softly.
Vi shot you a look. “Don’t start.”
You smiled. “Oh, we passed the starting point a long time ago, Ser Vi,” you flirted.
Now you had new ammunition. Because if your father thought they were handling you well…
… You could misbehave forever.
Incense drifted through the cathedral air. Light poured down from the high windows in pale rivers, gilding marble, catching on gold thread and polished armour. Every footstep echoed. Every cough sounded criminal.
The Kingdom knelt.
On the front row, beneath vaulted stone and the watching Gods, you stood between your Knights in solemn stillness. You wore ceremonial white, modest, regal, composed. A portrait of obedience, even though you didn’t strongly observe the faith of your people. But, of course, as the heir to the Crown, you had to be seen before the Gods.
Caitlyn stood at your right shoulder, tall as a tower, hands folded as she kept her eye moving around the ornate building. Vi was on your left, broad and immovable, eyes forward, jaw set.
Silence ruled whilst the Leader of the Faith chanted, a slow and pious drone.
It obviously didn’t last long, not with you standing between your Knights.
Then you leaned the smallest fraction toward Vi. “You look very severe today,” you whispered.
Vi barely moved her lips. “It’s a service.”
“I know.”
Caitlyn remained statue-still. “Your Grace, please.”
You raised your clasped hands. “I’m being good.”
You all knew you were not.
Another stretch of quiet. The choir began, voices rising like smoke.
You let your hip brush Vi’s.
Vi inhaled carefully through her nose.
You tilted your chin up toward Caitlyn, who had perfected the art of staring into the middle distance while everything in her life caught fire.
“Ser Caitlyn,” you murmured, barely sound at all, “From up there you must see everything.”
Caitlyn knew better than to answer, so she did not.
You leaned a breath closer. “Tell me,” you whispered, “From your great height… Can you see down the front of my dress?”
Vi choked. It emerged as a cough, which she quickly tried to disguise as reverence.
Caitlyn’s fingers tightened together.
Do not look. Do not even think about looking.
The Gods were literally watching.
“I would never,” Caitlyn ground out under her breath.
Your lashes fluttered. “Oh,” you said, wounded innocence perfected. “I wondered if perhaps you had. Like last night, whilst I was knelt before you both, in front of the fire.”
Caitlyn stared so hard at the altar she might have burned a hole through it.
Vi muttered, “Princess…”
“What?” you breathed.
“You are trying to get us struck down.”
You smiled faintly.
The Leader droned on.
A bell rang somewhere high above.
Caitlyn became acutely, painfully aware of her height. And that she was absolutely not looking. Which meant she was thinking about it. Which was worse.
You caught the tension in the line of her shoulders, the rigid discipline. Your heart fluttered.
They wanted to be good.
They were trying so hard.
It made you want to ruin them.
“Forgive me,” you murmured, tone almost sincere.
Caitlyn swallowed. “For what, Your Highness?”
Your mouth curved. “For being a distraction in a place of devotion.”
Vi made a soft, despairing sound. “Please,” she whispered, composure hanging by a thread, “Have mercy.”
You caught her eye, angelic once more. “As you wish, Ser.”
By the time the service ended, Caitlyn was wrung tight as wire, Vi looked like she’d fought a war, and you glowed with the dangerous satisfaction of someone who had discovered an entirely new method of torture.
As the congregation rose, Caitlyn leaned down just enough to murmur, “One day,” she said quietly, “Your Grace will push too far.”
You looked up at her, thrilled. “I am very eager to find out what you look like when you snap.”
As you left and headed into the carriage to take you back to Palace, noise from the crowd softened to a distant wash. Silence settled inside, thick and intimate.
You sat opposite them, hands folded neatly in your lap, every inch the picture of royal composure. Your eyes, however, were catastrophic.
Caitlyn attempted, futilely, to reclaim authority. “Your Grace,” she said, posture sharpening, “We would prefer to maintain a respectful boundary.”
You softened. “I know,” you said gently.
The teasing faded for just a second, replaced by sincerity that made them both look at you.
“I would never truly make it hard for you,” you added. “Not in a way you didn’t want.”
Oh, that was new.
The air changed.
Vi swallowed thickly. Caitlyn’s discipline wavered.
Because beneath the brat was kindness. Choice. Care.
You saw it land, saw how much it mattered. Then, because you were still you, you smiled again. “But until actually you tell me to stop,” you added, “I will assume I’m behaving exactly as you’d like me to.”
Vi dropped her head back against the carriage wall. Caitlyn looked like she wanted to throw herself out the carriage.
The monthly banquet was in full swing. Music filled the hall, silverware chimed, candles burned low and golden. Diplomats laughed too loudly. Nobles watched one another with careful eyes.
Caitlyn and Vi stood their positions behind your chair, ever alert, the very image of Knightly discipline. They scanned the room, constantly on the lookout for threats. The assassination attempt a month prior had come to nothing – a lone assassin wanting to make a political statement – so the King had approved the monthly banquet to go ahead.
At the high table, you were radiant. An angel of the realm. Your gold dress adorned with pearls shimmered whenever it caught the light, making you look ethereal when you moved. You dined happily, drank politely, and danced merrily all night.
To everyone else, you were a youthful and vibrant Princess, enjoying your life.
To Caitlyn and Vi, you were a temptress, daring them to break their vow to remain professional with you.
Whenever you danced, you made sure they watched you.
When you drank from a cup, your caught their gaze, keeping eye contact as you licked your lips clean.
Their hands clenched the weapons at their sides.
You were making their lives miserable…
… And they adored you for it.
When the feast was over, well into the night, they escorted you back to your rooms. You weren’t drunk – you were a Princess; you were never drunk – but you were joyously light-hearted from wine.
You walked between them happily, your mischief no longer playful, but sharpened into decision.
Tonight.
You were done waiting.
Done with glances, and flirtation, and whispered torment. Your Knights had been by your side for almost half a year; you would wait no longer.
Caitlyn opened your door for you, stepping in first – to scope the room for threats – before standing aside and letting you enter. Vi shut the door behind her.
Eve was already inside, pouring some of your favourite lavender oil into your steaming bath. She looked up when the door opened, smiling gently at you as she curtseyed.
“Your bath is ready, Your Grace. Shall I undress you-?”
You shook your head. “Thank you, Eve, that will be all.”
The whole room paused.
Your maid hesitated, looking between you and the nervous Knights. “Yo-Your Grace?”
“That will be all, Eve, thank you. You are dismissed. Goodnight,” you called, heading to your vanity and starting to remove your jewellery.
She regarded the three of you closely, seeing the determined look in your eyes, the way the Knights stood as if awaiting execution. “Very well, Your Grace. Have a… Pleasant evening.”
She curtseyed again, head ducked low as she left the room, eyes lingering on you as you removed your necklace. When you didn’t look her way, she closed the door, knowing nothing would be the same in the morning.
“Ser Vi?” you called.
The Knight looked up, startled.
“My dress?” you turned your back towards her a little.
Vi swallowed, clearing her throat. “Your Grace-”
“Now.”
Her eyes flicked to Caitlyn, who just gave her a small nod. It was a command, after all.
Vi approached you slowly, cautiously. Taking off her gauntlets, she placed them on the floor by your vanity. With now-practiced fingers, she started unlacing the back of your dress, hearing you sigh softly in relief as the heavy material slid down your body.
Rolling your shoulders, you looked back at Caitlyn. “My corset, Ser Caitlyn?”
The blue-haired Knight clenched her jaw for a second, but stepped forward. As she had done many times before, she worked open the strings of your corset, trying to ignore your contented groans as the restrictive garment was released.
Standing before them in just your shift, you headed over to the bath.
“Your Grace, we should-”
“Stay,” you instructed, pulling your chemise over your head.
You heard them audibly gasp, Vi even cursing under her breath. They tried not to look – they truly did – but you were captivating. Their eyes looked over the curves of your hips, the elegant line of your back, the swell of your buttocks.
With a soft smirk, you climbed into the large wooden tub, and turned around. You watched as their eyes widened further, their jaws clenched, their chests started to heave under their armour. They tried to keep their eyes on your face, but after only a second, their gaze drifted down your body. They took in your breasts, the soft skin of your stomach, the trimmed hair over your centre.
“Mercy, Your Grace,” Vi whispered.
You giggled gently, sitting down in the bath, closing your eyes in delight as the hot water encased your body. “Have you had an enjoyable evening, my Knights?”
Caitlyn tore her eye away from your breasts, forcing herself to look into your eyes. “Your Grace, this is not permissible.”
You nodded gently. “So leave.”
They both swallowed.
“If this truly is unforgiveable, if I truly am going beyond the pale, if you truly cannot stand to be near me now… Leave. The door is right there, either to your rooms or out into the corridor. You can talk to my father in the morning and tell him what a wicked little succubus I am, taunting and teasing you, trying to sway you away from your promise to him. How corrupt I am. How you cannot stay in my service for another minute.
“Or…
“You can stay. You could stay with me… Be with me. All of us, together. I am tired of pretending that this is not what I want. And I believe – perhaps hope – that that is what you both want too? No?”
Vi shifted her weight from side to side, unable to settle; Caitlyn straightened, leather gloves creaking from how tightly she clenched her fists.
Your voice gentled. “I am not made of glass,” you said. “You would not be stealing something from me.”
Caitlyn’s composure trembled. “It is not that simple, and you know it.”
“I do,” you replied. And you did. “Anything that happens in this room will have consequences. Be it tomorrow, or in a week, or a decade from now. There was a kingdom outside this door. My father, the King, has put his trust in you. At some point, I will be expected to continue my family’s legacy through marriage and children.
“But that time is not now,” you smiled softly. “For now… I want you. Do you want me? Or do you want to leave?”
You were afraid of their answer.
The air in the room felt heavy as you waited. They looked at each other for the longest time, your heart sinking with every passing second.
You had ruined it.
Just like you ruin everything.
With your brattiness, your inability to behave, your refusal to act like a respectable princess.
Why did you have to –
Caitlyn and Vi removed their cloaks from their shoulders, laying the gold and navy material over the backs of the chairs at your small dining table. They started unbuckling the clasps of their armour, carefully placing each piece on the table.
As they finished removing their greaves, you realised that you had never seen them without their armour on before. And now you felt blessed…
Caitlyn’s curves were to die for, the long shape of her legs under her skin-tight breeches drawing you in. Vi pulled her linen shirt over her head, standing before her Wife with her chest wrapped, muscled arms and toned abs on proud display.
You watched as they cupped the back of each other’s necks, resting their foreheads together as they whispered to each other, eyes closed. Were they assuring each other of their love? Praying to the gods for forgiveness? You didn’t know if you’d ever find out.
Then they looked to you, breathing heavy as they watched you kneel up in the bath, the water cascading down your naked form.
“Fuck…” Vi mumbled.
Caitlyn shifted her hold on Vi and began kissing her neck. The shorter Knight’s eyes briefly closed in pleasure, but then shot open again, as if remembering the sight in front of her. Her eyes trailed up and down your body, clearly taking you in.
You took them in, too. You had never witnessed anything like this before; as a princess, you were not expected to know about such things until you were married. You watched with arousal and fascination as the two women across the room embraced tightly, Vi turning her head back to Caitlyn so they could kiss. You saw them slip their tongues against each other, breathing turning into pants as they pulled one another as close as could be.
“My Knights…” you called timidly.
That broke them apart. They ended their kiss, both looking at you through darkened eyes.
“Are you feeling neglected, Princess?” Caitlyn asked, slowly heading over to you.
As she drew closer, you became more and more aware of your height difference. Kneeling in the tub, you had to crane your head back to look at her. Even coming up onto your knees didn’t help much.
“Kiss me?” you asked, almost pleadingly.
Caitlyn huffed a little, leaning down and resting her hands on the tub’s wide edge. Your faces were still inches apart. “You think you deserve it? After the hell you’ve put us through for months?”
You frowned. “What if I command it?”
She raised her eyebrows, Vi chuckling lowly next to her.
“Really, Princess? You think that will work on us?”
Your frown deepened. “I command you both to kiss me,” you pouted.
Vi laughed aloud. “Oh, I think we can drop the ‘Princess-Knights’ act now, Y/N.”
“Vi’s right, little one,” Caitlyn taunted. “We crossed that line a long time ago; we just didn’t want to accept it.”
“So you won’t kiss me?” you snapped, shocked and offended.
Vi shook her head, reaching out and cupping your chin, turning your head to her. “We’re going to do much more than that, princess.”
“Eventually,” Caitlyn added mockingly.
“But that’s not fair!”
“You want to know what’s not fair, baby?” Vi asked. “You. Teasing us, and taunting us, and flirting with us for months. Knowing we couldn’t do anything about it.”
“And now we can,” Caitlyn purred dangerously in your ear.
Vi squeezed your chin a little. “Do you repent, Y/N?”
You whimpered. “Wh… What?”
“Are you sorry for your behaviour?” Caitlyn clarified.
“But…” you protested, “I was only having fun!”
They both shook their heads in dramatic, over-the-top disappointment.
“Well, that is a shame.”
“I agree, Vi. I think I know how we should rectify that.”
All of a sudden, Vi hauled you out of the bath, throwing you over her shoulder, completely uncaring of the water she brought with her.
“Vi!” you cried out, bracing your hands on her back – which you now discovered was tattooed! – as she carried you across the room. Roughly throwing you down onto the bed, you lost your bearings as you bounced on the mattress. “What are you doing?”
“Correcting a spoiled brat who thinks there are no consequences to her actions,” Vi smirked. Her bandaged hands grabbed your bare hips, rolling you onto your front. She pulled you back, so your legs hung off the end of the bed, with you bent at the waist.
Caitlyn’s gloved hands pulled your arms behind your back, clasping your wrists together. Vi braced one leg across the back of yours, stopping your movement. Catching Caitlyn’s eye, she smirked as she started to unwrap her chest.
You continued to struggle, looking over your shoulder as best you could. When you saw Vi freeing her breasts, you openly stared, your mouth watering as her beautiful flesh was revealed to you. You longed to touch them, to hold them, to kiss them…
Caitlyn saw, nudging your shoulder down to the bed, trying to break your line of sight.
“No! No, I want to see!” you objected, almost tearfully, trying to keep your eyes on Vi’s breasts, but Caitlyn forced your shoulder back down to the bed. “I want to see you!”
“You’ll see when you’ve earned it.”
“No, please!” you whined, feeling Vi starting to bind your wrists together using the same wraps she had just taken off her chest. The lingering warmth on the linen strips comforted you, even as your movement was now completely restricted by your two cruel Knights.
“That’s much better, isn’t it, Vi?”
The pink-haired Knight chuckled lowly, running a hand across your bare and exposed buttocks. “Definitely, Cupcake. This is such a pretty view.”
Your cheeks flushed as you panted, happy – even then – to know that Vi thought you were pretty.
“Such a shame about the attitude.”
“I don’t have an attitude!” you argued. Proving them right.
They both just chuckled.
“Are you sorry for your bad behaviour?” Caitlyn asks again.
You huffed. “No. No, I’m not. Because it’s gotten me what I wanted!” you said proudly, trying to lift your upper body to smirk at them, but Caitlyn just pushed you back down with a simple shove.
“You wanted to be tied up for us? Some innocent princess, you are,” Vi mocked.
Caitlyn rested one hand on the back of your head gently, the other stroking your hip closest to her. “Indeed. I wonder what else this little minx has thought about.”
You blushed. “I heard you…”
“What was that?”
You cleared your throat softly, speaking more clearly. “I heard you one time. Through the door. I was reading late, and there were noises, and then I heard you both call my name.”
Caitlyn and Vi paused. They hadn’t known that.
“Since then, I’ve imagined you saying my name, at night. Imagining what I would need to do to make you say my name like that again.”
“And what did you come up with?” Vi asked, squeezing a buttock.
You shook your head. “Nothing, really. I don’t know anything,” you said sadly. “I just thought about kissing you.”
Caitlyn asked, “Kissing where?”
You frowned, confused. “Your lips..?” Where else would you kiss?
They both chuckled again, obviously in on a secret. You pouted again, bucking your hips in protest.
To your immense surprise, Caitlyn struck a blow against your ass, stinging your cheek. “No, no, none of that.”
You gasp at the sting, in complete disbelief that she would strike you. “Caitlyn!”
“What? Did you think you weren’t going to be punished for your behaviour?”
“But… You hit me!”
“A spank, little one,” she corrected firmly, squeezing the spot she had just struck. “Were you never disciplined as a child?”
“Not like this!”
Vi scoffed. “Explains a lot.”
“Vi!”
The shorter Knight landed her own blow on your other cheek, her touch rougher from her hand-wraps. You cried out, trying to squirm away, but they held you in place with ease.
“Do you repent?” Caitlyn asked again.
You grunted moodily, “I’ve nothing to apologise for!”
Vi sighed heavily. “Cupcake, I think we both know what we have to do.”
“Indeed, Violet. Shall we begin?”
“Ready when you are.”
You lifted your head in alarm. “What are you-? Ow!”
Caitlyn spanked your ass again, followed immediately by Vi on the other cheek. They completely ignored your protests, spanking you in tandem as you squealed and cried out, trying to kick your legs. Vi’s leg kept yours down, and Caitlyn rested a hand on your upper back, forcing your body flat, completely immobilised.
“This isn’t fair!”
They both gave you another strike each.
“Yes, it is,” Vi denied. “You were a little tease for months.”
“And now we’re going to correct your behaviour.”
You don’t know how long they continued, but they were unrelenting in their corrections. Some spanks were soft, some took your breath away. Some were sharp and stinging, some felt like thuds. You noticed that Caitlyn’s were often the former, and Vi’s the latter.
From time to time, one of them would ask if you repented your behaviour, if you were sorry for how you had acted since the day you met them. Every time, you protested, trying to escape their clutches. Always to no avail.
You stopped resisting after a while. As the sting and the pain started to grow stronger and began to overcome you, tears started slowly escaping, making their way down your cheeks. You sniffled and whimpered, now just accepting their punishment.
Maybe you had been bad? Perhaps you had been misbehaving?
With what felt like a final blow, Vi asked, “Do you repent, Y/N?”
You took a deep, shaky breath. Mumbling into the covers, you responded, “Yes. Yes, I repent.”
Caitlyn moved her hand from your back to under your chin, lifting your head a little. “Speak clearly now, Your Grace.”
“I repent for my behaviour,” you said, a little louder, through a clammy nose.
Their hold of you immediately softened. Vi moved her leg, freeing yours, as she sat down on the end of the bed. They both helped you up, moving you onto Vi’s lap. You rested back against her strong torso, gently weeping.
“Are you sorry, little one?” Caitlyn asked softly, crouching down in front of you, her hands on your trembling knees.
You whimpered through your tears. “Yes, Caitlyn.”
Vi asked in your ear, “What are you sorry for?”
“For being a tease,” you hiccupped.
“Good girl,” Vi said softly, stroking your head.
You whimpered, your eyes closing. Your bare skin pressed against Vi’s naked torso, and you flushed with the knowledge that her breasts were pressed against your back. Your arms twitched, and you become aware again of your wrists tied behind your back. Neither of them made any move to release them, so you didn’t ask them to.
“Feeling emotional after a punishment is normal, sweetheart,” Caitlyn explained kindly. “I’ll get you a drink, help you settle.”
She stood up, crossing to your side table upon which sat a waiting decanter of wine, a sweet Ionian red. She poured a large glass, heading back over to the bed. She held the glass to your lips, tipping gently whilst you sipped. When you nodded your head softly, she moved the glass to Vi’s lips. Her Wife took a long drink, before Caitlyn finished the glass.
“Feeling better, baby?” Vi asked softly, nuzzling the side of your neck as Caitlyn put the glass back on the table.
You exhaled slowly, nodding. “Yes, Vi.”
Caitlyn came back over to you both, kneeling in front of you once more. She gently eased your legs apart, keeping her gaze locked with yours as she did. Your eyes widened as your most intimate part was slowly exposed, her head only a foot away from you.
“Would you like your reward now, princess?” she asked, using the word not as your title, but as an endearment.
And you melted inside for it.
You nodded desperately, earning a chuckle from Vi. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
Caitlyn leant down, placing a gentle kiss to your knee. Then a kiss to the other. Vi traced her fingertips up and down your sides, tickling you and tantalising you in equal measure. They both enjoyed how sensitive you were, your body twitching between them.
Caitlyn slowly started kissing her way up the inside of your thighs, getting ever-closer to your dripping centre. Your scent filled her head, her mouth watering the closer she got. She lifted one of your legs, resting it on her shoulder. Meeting your eyes, she lifted the other. Your heart pounded in your ears as you finally understood what she was about to do.
“Caitlyn..?”
She shushed you gently. “Relax, darling.”
Vi nudged her nose just under your ear. “It’ll feel amazing, baby; just let Cait work.”
You trusted them both – with your very life – but you couldn’t shake the nerves taking over. Would Caitlyn really put her mouth there? Was that something people did? Was it something only women did? Or just Caitlyn and Vi? Were you clean enough? You’d bathed properly before the feast, and you had been in the bath not even an hour ago, but still—
Caitlyn pressed her the flat of her tongue against you. You gasped loudly, your hips jolting. She did it again, moving her wet muscle up and down your lips. Your legs immediately shook over her shoulders.
“Cait-!” you choked out.
Vi chuckled in your ear. “See? I told you it would be amazing.” She slid her hands up your stomach, cupping your breasts.
You tossed your head back against Vi’s shoulder, your eyes squinting closed against the pleasure spreading through you. It all felt wonderful, every touch of her tongue making your toes curl, but one spot at the top of your centre made you see stars, and Caitlyn paid a lot of attention to it.
“I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” Vi soothed in your ear. “Just relax, and enjoy. Let Cait make you feel good.” She started sucking on your shoulder, all of you knowing a mark would be there in the morning. And none of you cared.
Caitlyn continued to lick and suck on your lips and button, smiling against you with every moan, groan, and plead. She held the flesh of your hips, squeezing softly as she kept you against her mouth. Your juices flowed over her mouth and chin, so sweet on her tongue. They had waited so long to have you, and you were worth every second passed.
When Caitlyn sucked on your button, you moaned, louder than you had yet, and Vi quickly hushed you.
She slipped her middle- and ring-fingers into your mouth, pressing her lips to your ear. “Quiet, baby. We can’t have people knocking.”
You couldn’t control yourself, your hips lifting and jolting against Caitlyn’s mouth, but she paid no mind. Slipping her arms tighter around your hips, she kept you pressed against her, her mouth never stopping its movement on your clit.
“Fuck…” you mumbled in a whimper around Vi’s fingers, your eyes crossing under your lids. “I-I can’t…”
Your gasps started to come faster, your hips rocking harder against Caitlyn’s mouth, your mouth sucking faster on Vi’s fingers. You felt as if you were climbing a hill, and you were just about to reach the top…
Vi suddenly withdrew her fingers, covering your mouth with her hand. “Finish for us, baby. Do it now.”
You didn’t know how, but your body obeyed. Your centre erupted in a cacophony of pleasure, waves of ecstasy washing over you and filling you up. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your core pulsed, slickening Caitlyn’s mouth and chin. The blue-haired Knight moaned against your flesh, pulling you closer to her by your hips as she drank you down, guzzling your juices as they poured into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” Vi praised in your ear. “You’re so perfect for us, you did such a good job.”
Your eyes crossed and went out of focus, your mouth gasping under Vi’s hand. You twitched and shook and trembled in their grip, your body unable to be still as the pleasure rolled through you.
Your first climax.
They held you gently as your body slowed, Vi releasing your mouth, letting you gasp and take deep breaths. You turned your head to nuzzle against Vi’s jaw, as Caitlyn reluctantly released your clit from her mouth, earning a groan and twitch.
She smiled up at you, “And that’s just the start, princess.”
“now she’s running from this d*ck, i told her stay with it”
꩜ pairing: caitlyn kiramman x female reader
꩜ warnings: explicit content, language
꩜ word count: 908
꩜ synopsis: you slip up and call your girlfriend “mommy”. the rest is history.
☆ art cred: @/xjdkg89q on twt :3
You're not sure how many times Caitlyn has made you come already.
Reduced to tears and beyond wrecked, your hands move to push your pussydrunk girlfriend away while your core yells at you to let yourself be royally ruined. After all, you did sort of ask for it.
The sheets are damp, your thighs sticky with your glistening slick, and she’s still not done with you. The strap-on inside you is thick and curved just right, pushing in deep with every merciless thrust as her fingers rub tight, fast circles over your clit.
She’s above you, rutting into you hard—strong and controlled like normal, like she knows exactly how you fall apart and has no intention of letting you hold yourself together.
“Such a mess already,” Caitlyn tuts, utterly calm, as if this is another regular day. “But, you’re not satisfied yet, aren’t you? Gods, just look at you. Fucking gorgeous.”
You choke out a high-pitched whine, nails digging into her biceps, as you try to keep up—your head spinning, your body convulsing.
"C-Caitlyn," you breathe out, barely able to process anything. "Hah—don't stop."
“I won’t, baby,” she pecks your cheek, deceptively affectionate and almost ruthless. “You don’t get to run from this.”
She thrusts deep without warning, hard enough that your back arches off the bed. It’s ridiculously obscene that it rips a pathetic sound out of you—half-moan, half-plea.
"O-oh, fuck! Ngh, feels s’ good, m-mommy—!"
Immediately, time freezes.
Your blood runs cold when the haze in your mind clears and reality comes tumbling down.
No, no, no, no, this cannot be happening.
Caitlyn’s hips stutter, her body suddenly heavy above yours as she looms there and gapes at you. The room goes silent except for the rapid thud of your heartbeat.
You hadn't planned to say it. You swear.
It, quite frankly, slipped out, tangled in desperation—your brain too fuzzy, your mouth too loose. And now it flickers between you like something sinfully electric.
Your eyes widen, “I—I didn’t—”
Her hand grabs your jaw and tilts your face up, a squeak escaping you at the sudden movement.
Caitlyn's expression is surprisingly unreadable. Her mouth is slightly parted and her eyes blaze dangerously blue. Not angry, no, but… hungry.
“Say it again,” she whispers, her demand crackling with charged want.
You blink up at her, stunned.
“Caitlyn—”
“No,” she interjects, her words sharper than before. “That’s not what you called me, sweetheart. Say it again.”
Your pulse trips. You don’t even mean to obey, you’re embarrassed for heaven’s sake; it happens naturally.
“…Mommy.”
Once you let the title hang in the air, that’s it. Something inside her snaps.
She nearly growls, low in her throat, and then she’s moving, grabbing your wrists and pinning them hard to the mattress above your head with one hand. The other braces against your thigh as she fucks into you again, this time with real intent.
“That's my good girl,” Caitlyn pants, rough now, feral. “So, so needy you couldn’t help yourself.”
Your legs quiver as she pounds into you, the wet slap of her hips hitting yours echoing through the room. The tip drags hard against your sweet spot, her rhythm relentless.
“You wanted mommy to take care of you, didn’t you?” she hisses, dragging her mouth along your throat. “Wanted to be ruined by her cock, stuffed like a little slut.”
“Y-Yes—” you can’t think. You surrender to the pleasure, incoherently babbling, “I need it so bad, mommy. S-shit, please—”
“Oh, you need it?” she mocks, deliciously cruel. “Wasn’t even meant to come out, was it? But you can’t stop calling me that, can you?”
You shake beneath her, too gone, too broken, too everything.
“I bet you’ve been thinking about it,” Caitlyn continues, grinding into you even deeper, her physique commanding every inch of your skin. “Thinking about mommy tying you down and fucking you dumb. Claiming this pussy like it’s hers. Isn’t that right?”
You cry out, thighs trembling under her grip.
“It’s yours, mommy—mmf—a-always been yours—”
“Fuck.”
Her fingers dig into you harshly. She leans down and kisses you hard, biting your lower lip before pulling back. Her face is flushed and focused, hair an absolute mess, brow furrowed like she’s concentrating on every thrust.
“You want to come for mommy, princess?” she asks, and it’s so filthy the words punch straight through you.
“Yes,” you moan shamelessly, teetering on pornographic. “Please—please let me.”
“Then take it,” she groans. “Be a good girl and take it.”
Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. You scream, legs jerking, as pleasure rips through you, abrupt and shattering. You don’t even realise you’re sobbing until Caitlyn finally stops moving, letting you breathe.
She stays buried to the hilt inside you, slowly rocking her hips enough to make your oversensitive body twitch and whimper.
Her expression softens to its usual protectiveness.
“There she is,” she coos at your beautifully fucked-out state. “That’s my girl. All spent. All mine.”
You nod, barely conscious, lips swollen and cheeks wet.
She finally lets go of your wrists and cradles your face in both palms, her thumbs brushing away the tears gently.
“You’re going to call me that again,” Caitlyn says in a tone that caresses like fine silk yet cuts like a vicious blade. “Next time, you’ll beg for it and I’ll show you what it really means to be mommy’s girl.”
Can i request another ceo! Caitlyn x reader but, she’s cold with everyone and at work she’s known for the hard looks, but with reader she becomes a little puppy.
They are at work and cait entered reader office and started to whine a give puppy eyes to her wife
Gip!top and caitlyn x reader bottom dom
Im a sucker for whine dessesperate cait
Rubbing my hands together like an evil fly >;)
Behind Closed doors
G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x reader
Contains: modern!au, g!p ceo!cait x office siren!reader, sub!cait, dom!reader, desperate cait, stress-relief sex, semi-public sex, coworker dynamic, power play, SMUT, wlw, nasty blowjob, hand job, edging, overtimulation, gagging(necktie), doggy, breeding
wc: 3.1k
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Numbers, stocks, meetings, the distant chatter of people gossiping away their nine to five in cubicles, it circled Caitlyn's head like a pest, an annoying throb in her frontal lobe. Her head in her hands, using her fingers to gently scrunch at her forehead. The sun falling over the horizon behind her. A 60th floor view of the city of Piltover below, darkening in shadow as night approaches.
Clutter on desks are reorganized and jackets on chairs are pulled over shoulders as people call it a night the second it turns 5pm. Grabbing their bags and heading towards the nearest elevator down to the lobby where their breaths are seen in the cold air, then stuck in traffic on the way home, like programmed robots of the working system.
The lamp on her desk flickers, grabbing her attention from the papers underneath her ballpoint pen. She glances towards the clock on her wall, reading at 5:12pm. She gulps, leather chair creaking underneath as she bows over her knees to stand. Navy hair loose over her black pantsuit, standing taller with heels. She makes way to your office. A warm yellow hue of light gleaming from under your door. She doesn't knock— simply slides in without a word.
You don't look up from the papers that lay perfectly stacked in front of you when she walks in, heels clicking with each step.
"You're late, Kiramman." You say. She notices how the top buttons of your shirt have been opened. Her expression stoic, practiced poker face, but you knew what it really did to her. Knew it made her heart thump harder in her chest. Knew it made the crotch of her pants grow tighter.
She walks behind your chair, puts her hands upon your shoulders and squeezes gently. You sigh in relief, but she wasn't giving you a massage just because, she wanted something from you. Something that's become routine in your already busy schedules.
One of her hands slip down to your cleavage, middle and index sliding into the cavern between your breasts, the other cupping one in her hand. You raise your own, following up her sleeve till you reach her cheek where she leans into your gentle touch.
"Oh, puppy... is someone needy?" You then turn around in your chair, the front cushion of your seat almost ramming into her knees. There you sit, one leg over the other, white button-up, your black lace bra peeking out, black skirt with very see through tights with polished black Louis Vuitton stilettos with the bright red soles—that she had secretly gifted you.
She's seen you around the building earlier, throwing each other knowing glances from across the board meeting table during a meeting. Watching from afar as your colleague takes the space at your side as your printing papers. Unknowing of what he's saying to you, but the look in his eyes combined with the flash of his grin and the gentle touches to your elbow made Caitlyn's blood boil.
You grab her neck tie, gently pulling her down to your level. Leaning in like you're going to kiss. She licks her lips, revealing a tiny amount of her teeth between her lips, eyes closing.
Before contact is made, you place a hand on her shoulder and shove her down to her knees. She yelps. Staring up at you with questioning eyes.
Caitlyn Kiramman, titled CEO, 6-foot figure with a 6-figure salary, sat so small in front of you. All of it mattered so little when you empowered her behind closed doors. She wanted you all to herself, but it was her who was wrapped around your fingers. She was the one who craved for your attention and caved down to her knees for you.
She stared up at you, lost, looking for a way out like you're the light at the end of a tunnel. The warmth in the darkness.
"Please," she said. Barely a whisper under her breath.
You played with her neck tie. Tightening and loosening it around your finger repeatedly as her own dug into the carpet, waiting for your attention.
You hummed. You loved the way she begged for you, needed you.
"Show me," you said, causing her ears to perk up. "Prove to me how much you want me." You thread your fingers through her long hair, pushing some behind her ear before gently cupping her cheek. She sits straighter, leaning into your hand. Her hands leaving the floor to hold onto your arm, keeping you there to kiss your palm and down your wrist. Her lips fluttered against your skin, barely lifting away to kiss another soft spot.
You watch with lidded eyes, glaring down as you watch her peck at your arm.
She continues a path up to your inner elbow before kissing your knee that was swung over your other leg. Placing gentle pecks up your thigh till her nose hit the bottom lining of your skirt. Her right hand moved to swiftly remove your heels, careful to not scuff the polished material.
You hear her breathing along with the gentle touches of her fingertips on your clothes. Her movements are slow.
Too slow.
You unhook your leg and with your foot you press into her groin, emitting a low groan from her thin lips. Feeling her already start to harden under your touch.
You didn't have to say a word. Your eyes told her enough to understand what you wanted. The power of a single glare.
You dragged the padding of your foot along her thick print. A prominent bulge straining against the fabric. You felt a gentle twitch when you got close to the ridge of her tip—here you know she's sensitive. A subtle whimper you heard from her.
"So hard already? I bet it's dripping," you say, mocking her desperation to be touched.
You grab her tie again, plant both feet on the floor to stand and motion her to swap places. You settle her down into your chair. The plastic in the back banging into the desk when she sits.
"Mmn, look at you," you eye her up and down, glasses crooked, collar unfolded, loose necktie... and lower, a defined dick print begging to be released, pumping with blood that made your mouth water.
You ran a slow palm along her thigh, pressing just enough pressure for her hips to jolt when you pass over her groin. Walking two finger up her tie till your met with the loose knot, grasping it and yanking in gently. Undoing it till it fell loose in your hand.
Then bringing it up to her mouth and demand a quiet, yet malicious, "Open". No questions asked. No hesitation. She listens. You wrap the tie a couple times around and tie off-center of the back of her head, gagging your boss with her own tie.
You can only wonder what your colleagues would think if they saw their CEO like this, drooling, and embarrassingly hard for you.
Her usual piercing eyes, now turned soft, never leave you, watching as you slowly sink down to your knees. Her dick twitches again, waiting.
Her thigh flexes when you lean an elbow on her, resting your chin upon your hand as your other hand carreses her inner thigh. So close, yet so far from where she needs. Looking like you're pondering at a desk, yet its her shaky lap instead, fidgeting with her pant seam.
"This looks too tight on you," you blow a subtle stream of air on her bulge. Nail of your pointer finger rubbing tiny circles where her tip aches. You look up to see her face—flushed and noticeably tense.
Her jaw clenches tighter when your hands go for her belt, undoing the metal clasp. She ruts her hips up only for you to hold her lap down. "Rush me again and I'll make this much... much more agonizing for you.
Navy brows furrow. Breath becoming shallow with anticipation before inhaling deeply and then releasing once you've moved her pants low enough to let out the length that lays lopsided on her hip.
Her cock is heavy. Girth that slowly rises with each twitch. Precum leaking tip pointing closer to your glossy lips as if they were magnets. The positive solution to her negative, sinful desires.
You wrap your soft hand around her, causing a sigh. Beginning to pump just the first couple of inches, wrist flicking whenever your skin is met with her reddened tip while lip-sticked lips place a gentle kiss to its veiny side.
You pull away to see the bright red lipstick mark you left on her. Claiming her as if you didn't already have her at your disposal.
"Pretty," you let go of her. Caitlyn whining in response, her irises forming tears. Your fingers mess with the lower buttons of her shirt, revealing the fine line of her abdomen complimented with an inky happy trail. "Patience, Puppy, I just want to add more."
The hot tip of her cock taps your cheek, making you turn to it. "You're next, don't worry."
You leaned into the opening of her shirt, kissing down the toned muscle of her stomach, worshipping her, because a pretty body deserves this kind of attention.
Her hand coming in to play with your hair while you decorate her pelvic area in wet, red-colored kisses.
You grab her dick again, pumping her length with girth your fingertips can barely reach around. Feeling her hips jolt under your lips, placing final pecks to her base.
The tip of her cock is now drenched in precum, making it easier for your hand to jerk down and squeeze back up to twist your wrist at the mushroom-shaped end at a painfully steady pace.
Her eyes crossing when you make a particular hand movement.
And when your lips finally meet with the sticky tip, she could almost bust right there.
You take her inside your mouth. Her head throwing back of the feeling of the wet heat welcome to your tight throat that swallows around her. Taking her all the way down in one go.
Her stomach sinks in, your forehead against its skin.
You stay like that, letting her struggle to adjust. Her long legs stretching outward, toes curling, fingernails digging into the leather armrests of your chair, releasing the most eargasmic moans.
Your throat squeezes around her plump tip with each swallow of precum and saliva. Loving the feeling of her body tense underneath you.
Then when you feel her begin to relax you press further forward, then pull back just enough for when the back of your throat no longer hugs her tip, you slide down again. Gagging yourself on her dick, pulsing her in your throat knowing it'll bruise.
You continue repeatedly and repeatedly till you need air. Stroking her with your hand then switching when your mouth it ready for her again.
Her thighs desperately try to squeeze shut, but it's no use. You keep her open with one hand, your other pumping the base you can't fit in your stuffed mouth.
Her hips back into the seat. She's close. Chest heaving, head thrown back with a bulging vein in her neck.
Right when she's about to release the knot you've created in her stomach you pull away. Making her groan and whimper into her necktie, a tear escaping the side of one of her eyes.
Her cock throbs and aches, connected to your lips by a string of saliva. You watch her deviously. Watching her hump her hips in the air, looking for friction, desperate to get off.
Her hand instinctively tries to jerk herself off, but you grab it just in time before contact.
She groans in frustration. The leather creaking under her. You hear her trying to say something to you, "Pl-plea...," then you tug on the gag, letting it hang around her neck. She begs, "Please. Fuck--let me cum, please... please." She's huffing, cheeks a beautiful pink.
You could almost feel bad... if it was your first time. She's been through this multiple times before. You know her limits.
You slowly rise to meet eye to eye. Leaning in to kiss her panting lips to calm her. That comfortable contact she'd also been waiting for. The intimate feeling of a kiss compared to sex.
You pull back. A subtle click of lips when you do so. "Shh... you can hold it for me. Right, Puppy?"
Caitlyn takes a moment to nod, but she does.
"Be a good girl and don't cum yet," The last thing you say before swirling your tongue on her cock.
"Fuck~" she moans. Her hips slightly thrust, asking for more. You do and the torture continues.
You bob your head on her, swallowing, gagging, squeezing your cheeks around her thickness. She's gripping the headrest of the chair as you commanded to keep her hands away.
Whenever she's about to cum you pop off her. Keeping her edged till she's crying pretty begs.
Doesn't help that when your mouth is away to breathe you're stroking her rapidly. Fist smacking down when met at the base.
Your throat burns, hissing back excess saliva, yet seeing her like this makes it all the worthwhile.
Bobbing your head on her again. Quick pace, sounds of you slobbering and taking it all with practiced ease.
"Augh! Fuck! I can't... I can't take it anymore."
She grabs your hair, trying to pull you off. You take her hand, not to push it away, but to keep it there, pulling it down with you to trap your face in her lap with one final gag.
Then she climaxes.
You release her from your mouth, tagging your hand in to finish her off. You jerk her fast as she comes with a loud cry. Her back arches and strings of white semen shoot from her slit. All of it staining her lap and stomach. Coating your hand that fucks her through it.
It's a lot. More than you've seen from her.
Your hand doesn't stop, but keeps slow strokes. Feeling it throb. Her body spasms, overstimulated. Thrusting into your hand, balls getting milked of her seed.
You stop. Finally. Allowing her to take a moment to breathe.
You kiss her thigh. Her pants had fallen down to her ankles at this point. She's catching her breath. Vision blurred in white. Dick red and throbbing, feeling like her groin just set off a bomb.
Caitlyn watches you rise to your feet with burry white vision. You admire your work. Your boss, Caitlyn, disheveled in your chair, wrinkled clothes splattered with her cum. Glasses close to falling off her nose. Pretty lipstick marks all over her center.
"Beautiful."
You lick off her white release from your hand and sway your hips to her. Putting a knee next to her hip on the chair. The back slightly reclining when you lean.
Bringing your lips to her ear, "You have one more for me don't you, baby?"
Her pupils are dilated, glossy. She kisses you and that's how you ended up pressed against the desk. Papers gliding to the floor.
Your skirt is bunched up your waist legs spead. Her fingers grabbing the moist crotch of your tights and ripping the fabric.
"Mm Puppy," you say, wide grin displayed on your lips.
She'll buy you new ones.
Her thumb moves your panties to the side and with her free hand, guides herself to your entrance and inserts. Easily filling you.
She moans, "Auuh shit... so wet," her hips rut shallow, uneven thrusts. Just that familiar stretch and painful sensation of stimulation.
You arch your back, eyes rolling from how stuffed your pussy feels. You feel her throb inside, poking at your sensitive gummy walls.
You hear her whine behind you, obviously still aching from your pleasurable abuse.
With her hips still against yours, you wiggle your ass. Her eyes strained at the view. Hands shaky on your waist.
You grab her necktie that hung loose around her neck, yanking her down to your level.
"Don't keep me waiting. Thank me for letting you cum.
And with that she pulls her hips back and slams back in, setting a steady pace. A whine escaping her dry lips.
You sigh in relief, feeling her stretch you out perfectly.
"Hm you feel so good," Caitlyn tells you. "Am I making you feel good too?"
You turn your head, meeting her gaze. You moan, feeling her hit right where you need her.
"Mmnh yes. Good girl, Puppy. Just like that."
Your words motivate her. She thrusts faster. Hand wrapping around your throat as you keep encouraging her.
Fingernails digging into your hips with each slam of her dick. Deep strong strokes that drive you both mad. Leaving her in a whiney mess with another orgasm approaching.
She takes the skin behind your neck and bites down, holding you with her teeth while her knee lifts one of your legs on the desk, allowing her full length to fuck your insides.
Cervix getting slammed with her fingers leaving your hip to fundle your clit. Doubling the stimulation.
"Fuck Puppy—keep going, baby. Good fucking girl. You love fucking my pussy?"
Her hips falter. Knees weakening with every dirty word leaving your lips.
"Let me cum again... please I'm so close." She begs.
"Tell me, Puppy."
Her hips fuck faster.
"Yes—fuck! I love how tight you feel around me. Please let me cum inside."
A knot coils in your stomach. Sparks from your clit igniting that fire inside. You moan with your face pressed against wood.
"Yes... cum inside me."
She groans with one last slam. Grinding up against your ass as she releases a flood inside.
The knot unties and your orgasm rushes through you. Back arches away from her front, pressing your hips hard on hers.
"Oohh fuck," breathing hard, you grab her necktie again, pulling her down to kiss her lips.
"That's my good girl."
Her chest is heaving on your back. Face pretty and fucked out. "Thank you... thank you so much."
Note: i need myself a subby top that'll call me mommy lowk
ahem.. could you do more somnophilia with caitlyn? if thats not a problem ofc!!💖💖
Ofc!!
You and Caitlyn were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. It was date night, and one of her rare evenings off. You loved when she held you close like this. It always felt so assuring, like she’d always be there for you.
You snuggled closer to her, resting your head on her chest. It was so relaxing, you could have fallen asleep.
“Darling?” Caitlyn looked over to you, not all that surprised to find you asleep. “Silly girl.. she never makes it through a whole movie.” She murmured to herself, stroking your hair gently. You looked so adorable when you slept… the slow rise and fall of your chest, your slightly parted lips, and the way you trusted her so much, you could fall asleep right there.
Caitlyn’s hand drifted from your head to your cheek, then to your chest. It didn’t matter how large or small your breasts we’re, she’d play with them anyways. You sighed softly in your sleep, just barely stirring. Caitlyn felt a sudden rush of desire and shifted her position, lowering you down onto the couch slowly.
She was on top of you, staring at you hungrily as you just slept there. That was really all you had to do. Look so peaceful and pretty, and she fell apart.
Caitlyn slowly slid her hands up your shirt and lifted your bra, fondling you gently. She lifted your shirt next and kissed from your midriff to your breasts, giving each one her full attention with her tongue.
Caitlyn was now lying beside you, kissing and sucking on your neck as her other hand slid down underneath your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. “Nngh…” you groaned softly, all the while remaining asleep.
The last thing Caitlyn wanted to do was disrupt your peaceful slumber. She always made sure to be careful of that.
Her ministrations were always so gentle and light. The feeling of her two long fingers rubbing up and down your slit was enough to make your legs squeeze shut on instinct.
“Ah ah ah, that won’t do.” Caitlyn whispered softly, parting your legs slowly. She slid your panties down and laid herself down between your thighs. Holding you down with one hand over your abdomen, she latched herself onto your pussy and began sucking and licking.
Your sleeping body still stirred and jolted, but lot seems that wasn’t enough to wake you.
Caitlyn adored the way your sleepy face twitched, and your breathy whines as she continued eating you out.
“…Cait…” You murmured, making Caitlyn stop. Were you awake? “Caitlyn…” you said again, this time making Caitlyn sit up. Sure enough you were still sleep, only calling her name. “Caitlyn…” were you dreaming of her? That made Caitlyn’s heart race, and drive her right back to that she was doing before.
Caitlyn held your thighs next to her face, and lavished your cunt with more attention from her tongue. When your body trembled with an orgasm, she backed up to find you were stirring.
Yours eyes were slightly open, but it was clear you weren’t fully awake yet. Caitlyn caressed your face and cooed “awww… you’re simply the sweetest thing aren’t you? Just lie back, I’m here.” Caitlyn slid off her own pants and underwear, rubbing her own slit to spread her wetness around before settling her cunt on top of yours.
When she began to grind it against you, a guttural moan came from her throat. You were so vulnerable like this, and that made Caitlyn hungry for more. She leaned down, and held your hands down by intertwining her fingers with yours. “Sorry… I did it again…” Caitlyn whispered into your ear, voice breaking as your clits bumped against each other. “Cait?..” You slowly came to the realization of what was happening, and whined softly into her neck.
“Stay quiet, can you do that for me?” She managed to whisper between her own moans. She silenced you with a kiss, moving her hips faster, making you whimper into her mouth.
Caitlyn’s swollen clit met yours again, making your whole body seize up with your second orgasm.
Caitlyn lifted herself off of you, exposing your pussy to the cold air. Your still dazed expression made Caitlyn’s lust return. That was normal though. It always took more than one round to satisfy her.
You were still coming in and out of sleep as you felt yourself being rolled over. Before you knew it, Caitlyn’s strap was pushing into you, and a hand came to cover your mouth. She always liked doing that.
“Shhh… be quiet my love. Go back to sleep.” She suddenly became rougher, slamming her hips into you at a brutal pace. It was safe to say you were fully awake now.
Caitlyn was kissing from your ear to your neck, whispering praises as she did so. You didn’t even notice how your saliva had began to coat the back of her hand. “Good… does that feel good? No need to hold yourself back my love…”
You came again, moaning into her hand and trying to move from beneath her. Caitlyn slowed down and pulled the toy from inside you. “Sorry. You just looked so cute sleeping on my shoulder. I couldn’t help myself.” Caitlyn lifted you to lean against her again. Her arms came around your back and she rested her chin on your head. The rest of the night faded into a sleepy blur.
a very quick baby bean au noodle inspired by one of @princington's asks
QUICK EDIT TO ADD: literally as i was posting this prince shared this image omggggg
wherein: somethingsomething vivienne gets lost in a bookstore. she was reading in the children's corner but then this mean boy came and wasn't being nice to the books even though she told him to stop, so she left because appa always says sometimes it's better to walk away and get her unnie. but then she can't find her unnie - the shelves were too high and it felt like that mirror maze where she had to close her eyes and hold onto eomma.
but then an adult person kneels down and talks to her with a gentle voice and they have a nametag and blue hair and vivienne at least feels like it's okay to talk to this particular stranger. "vivienne," she says, trying not to cry.
"that's a beautiful name," they say, smiling, and vivienne manages a little one of her own. "are you here with anyone?"
vivienne nods. she likes being able to answer adult's questions. "unnie!"
the adult's smile widens. "great! do you know your unnie's name?"
vivienne blinks. she just gave them the answer. "unnie," she says again. maybe they didn't hear her. sometimes she has to repeat herself to appa and eomma, especially when they're doing things with their faces and unnie calls them gross.
the adult's smile does something weird, kind of like appa's smile does sometimes. "i mean, like, her real name. oh! like, see," they point to their nametag, "my name is min."
vivienne frowns. what do they keep asking the same - then she remembers the other name unnie has, the one everyone calls her. of course! vivienne straightens, and says with every bit of confidence, like her eomma always says she should do: "bean!"
min blinks.
vivienne blinks back.
oh! right, her manners. "unnie. bean-unnie!" she nods. the perfect answer. 100 purses, gold star, like all of unnie's homework.
min's mouth opens, then closes without a sound. shrugs. mutters to themself about naming trends. "well, how about we go to the front desk and maybe we can find your unnie, hm?"
they hold out a hand, which vivienne takes. it's smaller than eomma and appa's and much larger than unnie's but it's still warm and soft as they lead her out of the shelf-maze.
Can bean-unnie please come to the front desk?
(vivienne doesn't really understand why everyone's laughing when she was really scared so she pouts the whole car ride back as unnie hayoung tells eomma and appa what happened. vivienne crosses her arms over her chest and vows never to call hayoung 'unnie' ever again.)
(and she doesn't -for several days, even - until one evening when vivienne gets a nightmare where she's pulled into a deep darkness by a powerful grip and she's thrashing to get free and the only word she can remember is "unnie" —)
(— and there she is. by her bed already, hands warm, voice low, and vivienne can't help but reach out, instantly curling up into her unnie's arms when she joins her in bed.)
(vivienne sighs. her unnie, who finds her always, who holds her close. she sniffles once, loud and wet, murmurs into hayoung's chest, "thank you unnie." hears a faint laugh, feels something warm press against the crown of her head, as she falls into a peaceful sleep.)
Contains: smut, modern au, friends w/ benefits, fem!reader, minor alcohol usage, cait is lowk so sweet ugh need that, cunnilingus, blowjob, missionary, backshots, face painting, fucking against the window of caits penthouse suite for new years (first time writing smut in agesss so i went ham on this one >:3)
wc: 2.4k
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The moment you got her message you knew you'd be here. Knees bruising against the dark hard wood flooring of the 67th story tall penthouse. Starring up at her with glossy eyes and strands of hair sticking to your temples.
It all felt slow, to Caitlyn specifically. The breath leaving your lungs as your jaw slacks lazily, saliva stretching between your lips. A bead of sweat begging to drip off the edge of your collarbone and the reflection in your dilated eyes of a firework flying straight into the sky, about to burst...
She messaged you just a couple of hours before. Drunk on champagne and green grapes at 10pm, New Years Eve. A subtle, yet demanding, "now. my suite at xxxxxx."
Who were you to say, no? Texting a reply while stuffing your face with grapes straight from your crappy apartment fridge. Seated on your sofa mindlessly watching hosts in different time zones celebrating the count down to midnight. Tired eyes on your phone screen as you pop another grape in your mouth, teeth juicing the fruit with a crunch.
Ding. The elevator doors open, revealing the suite with 15ft ceilings, a pretty chandelier hanging perfectly in the middle of it. The sight amazing you as if you weren't over during Christmas, getting your cookie eaten by a 6ft tall, navy-haired santa who treated you even if you made the naughty list.
You stepped inside, looking for her. It was dark, but you could see every shadow behind the picture frames that decorated the space. The light coming from the city glow outside to your right where the wall is replaced with glass, large windows that go with a view.
Walking closer, feet met with her shadow that stretched along the floor, cool breeze peeking in through an open sliver of the sliding door leading to the balcony.
"It's a bit chilly to be out here without a jacket." You exclaimed, feeling the chill along your face as you stepped between the glass doors. She turns to you, stemmed-glass of white wine in her hand.
The tall woman huffs before taking a short sip. The top few buttons of her shirt found undone and her leather belt discarded on the back of a chair. Getting some air to breathe as the year comes to an end. You step closer. Sliding your hand along the railing that eventually met with the slight warmth of her elbow resting on the metal.
Standing side by side, she greets you, eyes sewn to yours, watching how the cold air pinks your nose.
"City is getting ready for fireworks." She says, looking down to the ground where the streets crowded. Pedestrians bundled-up, enjoying hot chocolate from a vender as they wait for the count down. Yellow fairy lights wrapped around trees and buildings, turning night into day.
You both revel in the view. Juxtaposition to the quiet penthouse that celebrated in peace and warmth, anxiety non-related to new years resolutions but tension and the night ahead.
"We should get inside before your sniffles get worse," a tease with a hint of care. You hardly even noticed your nose running before she mentioned. She places a quick hand to your lower back and guides you with gentle precision back inside.
"Champagne?... Or even fancier, red wine?" Caitlyn pulls out a dark bottle from her kitchen, unopened, then grabs two appropriate glasses to present the beverage.
You're leaned against her marble counter, "How romantic. This a date?" You taunted, lips curling into a smirk. A smile grows on her own, and boy, does it make you weak.
"As much as I'd love to enjoy an entire bottle by myself... I don't mind sharing."
The silence spoke for itself, a reoccurring crackle from the fireplace she had set a moment before. Her chin aimed towards the bottle of wine with her cerulean eyes on you. You feel heat rising in your chest before exhaling a breath and nodding an approval for her to remove the cork.
The soft tapered wood comes out with a few squeaks. Caitlyn leans in, sniffing the aroma before pouring barely an ounce, tasting it then pours you and herself a serving.
You find yourself in conversation, pacing the room as she watches you from her kitchen island. You're faced towards the windows, admiring the ecstatic energy happening below, swirling the red liquid in your glass. Unaware of her presence as she comes up behind you, pecking at your neck, hands feeling around your hips and waist. You jolt in surprise, yet quickly eases into her touch, watching her reflection in the windows.
Her fingers dig into your clothing, pulling you flush against her chest. A hand gliding up your arm to take the wine glass from your grasp swiftly as she distracts you with open-mouthed kisses to your neck. Peeling away to set the drink down onto the dining table that decorated the middle of the room in front of the kitchen.
She hums, "Wearing the perfume I got you?" The tangy scent of vanilla and roses on your skin.
You nod in response, earning another hum and the feeling of her smirking against your neck. Caitlyn walks you forward, your hands catching yourself as she presses you against the glass windows. She grinds her hips into your, pulling your body to the rhythm.
You sigh softly. One of her hands fondling your breast as the other rides up your thighs, palming the heat radiating from your core.
A whine escapes your lips, "Cait~"
She spins you 180 degrees, pinning you and captures your lips in a kiss. Tasting the sweet aged grape on your tongue. Your arm wraps around her neck, kissing her deeper while your other caresses her bicep through her sleeves. She cups her hand under one your knees, pulling it to her hip so you can feel the bulge in her slacks as she grinds.
"See what you do to me?" Cait asks in between kisses, nipping at your bottom lip. Her print dragging along your clothed heat. The friction growing unbearable. "Missed you."
"You were inside me not even a week ago, Caitlyn." You say, huffing a warm breath into her ear when she attacks your neck again. Her hands tug at your waistband, pulling it down your legs along with your panties. Your fingers tangle in the long strands of her flowing navy-hair when she drops to her knees, kissing your inner thigh that rests on her shoulder.
"I can't get enough of you, darling."
And with that she presses her face under your blouse, kissing your clit before flat tonguing your wet folds. Your head backs into the glass, exhaling a moan. Your fingers gently clawing at her scalp. She sucks and licks stripes up your vulva, teasing your clit with a few flicks of her tongue.
"Fu-uck," you choke out. Arousal coating the woman's lips. Her hard dick packing in her pants. Your hips twitch when she hits your clit just right, sucking the poor bud. You feel your feet shake beneath you. Your chest heaving. Skin feeling moist in the middle of winter. Jolts sent through your spine the moment her wet muscle pokes inside.
Your grip turns into to tiny pulls, making her hum between your thighs. The vibration stimulating your nerves. The tip of her nose bumping against clit as her tongue works you through the pleasure building in your lower stomach. Your breathing becomes more ragged and within minutes your already falling apart. Her hands holding your hips steady when you've reached your high. Pussy tightening on her tongue right before you release.
Overwhelmed moans stammering over each other. "mngh- ah- hng!" Your hands on her shoulder when she stands. Your body still tense with mini convulses. Face turned to the side as Caitlyn grazes her nose against your neck, offering a gentle peck.
"You're just so beautiful," she whispers in your ear. Her fingers teasing under your shirt, feeling the soft skin of your hips.
You run a slow hand to where her shirt buttons connect. Thumb and pointer fingers working their way down to unbutton every remaining one till the fabric loosens around her torso. Black bra revealed underneath. Eyes meeting hers. Her eyes staring like you're something sacred. Out of anyone she could have called... she chose your name with a black heart emoji. Choosing to spend the last few hours of the year with you.
She pulls your blouse over your head and unclicks the lace bra that prettied your chest to uncover an even prettier view. Attaching her lips to yours again, tasting yourself on her skilled tongue, exploring each others mouths. Feeling the length in her pants with your palm, making her hips jolt from the caress. After a second of messing with her pants, the article drops to the floor. Your fingers tugging off her boxers, the fabric joining her pants and she kicks them back. Her cock swinging out and slapping your thigh.
You sigh. Her hands cup under your thighs to pick you up with your back pinned to the window that feels more refreshing than the uncomfortable cold it was before. Caitlyn grunts against your mouth, feeling herself slide in between your aroused warmth. Tip aching to dip inside.
Your arms wrapped around her neck as she steps back inches, keeping you up against the wall of glass, hands under your knees while she runs her tip through your leaking folds. Her eyes mesmerized by the view of your entrance closing around nothing, dripping and welcoming her.
You let an arm loose to take her cock and guide her to your center, letting her dip the head inside before rejoining your arms together.
"Shit..." Caitlyn pulses just her tip, feeling yourself loosen around her then in one thrust meets your hips. You both moan in unison. Interlocked once again. Her eyes roll back, feeling your pussy squeeze her deliciously. She keeps you there, paying close attention to the way you cockwarm. Your expressions growing desperate, mouth breathing and sweat forming on your hairline. Breasts perfect and flush. Lower tummy bulging from the intrusion of her thick girth poking between your kidneys. It was sweet really.
"Caitlyn... please." Pretty begs, pretty pussy. You're perfect. She pulls her hips away. Obscene sound of her cock coated in evidence of you. Watching your gut shrink when she leaves and then thrusts back in. Pushing her tip in deeper, hitting you where she knows you're sensitive. You whine out a pitchy octave as she sets a rhythm to pace to.
Her pelvis slaps into yours, fitting perfectly like you're her missing piece. Making out with your lips that scream slutty moans while making love to your tight pussy. Burying herself deeper with every thrust than the last, watching her length move in and out. The lights outside reflecting off your sweat like your shining. Oh and your squeeze around her shaft. She loves every bit of it.
"Ngh~fuuck, Cait!" Your poor pussy grew red. Puffy around her. You pushed her hair behind her ears. Her hips never slowing, keeping pace with her quick ruts.
"Mmh... you're perfect, baby. So-fucking good for me." Her pace quickens, clapping against your sex like an audience. Ramming herself inside during the last thrust before pulling out. You whine from the sudden loss of contact. She puts you back down to your feet and turns you around. Hand supporting your waist as she places her other on your back, bending you over till your face barely reaches the glass. Your palms bracing against the window.
Within seconds she penetrates your guts, continuing her previous pace on your sore pussy.
"Fuck!... Oh!" Your hot breath fogs the window. Caitlyn's lost in your warmth. Wet and tight. All for her. Each thrust pushes you forward, knees shaking as if they'll soon give out. The skin of your ass rolls with every pound of her hips. Hands holding your waist, pulling you into her thrusts. Slaps echoing off the walls of her suite.
"Hmm darling, you're so tight. Gonna cum inside you..." Your eyes roll back, moaning with each insert of her cock in your tiny hole. Pussy sucking her back in so desperately as she harshens her pace.
Sharing orgasms, entangled in each others grasps. You take your turn on your knees. Sucking her pretty red tip while she sits on the edge of the side table next to her leather black sofa. Blue eyes strained on your face that takes her dick deep in your throat. The occasional gluck of your throat gagging on her cock. Sitting pretty on your knees. Your spit dripping in strings on your tits.
Caitlyn peeks at her clock on the wall. The golden needle coming close to the final count down.
"Faster, darling. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?" Her fingers pushing back hair from your face with your mouth full of her shaft. You look up at her, puppy eyes that flip her stomach. You suck harder, flattening your tongue underneath her length so make it easier to glide back and forth. Her hand coming to the back of your head, not to push you down but to gently hold as you quicken. "Mm good girl."
You take her deep in your mouth, tip sliding down your esophagus before pulling back, giving extra care to the head. You hand at her base, jerking what you can't fit, firm grasp on it. Bobbing your head rapidly. Gagging when you bottom out and repeat till she climaxes.
She counts down to the least 10 seconds. Head falling back with a groan before pulling you off and meeting your gaze again. Trading your hand with hers and jerks off. Sitting herself straighter, jacking her dick right in your face with your mouth wide open tongue out, ready for her.
"I'll show you some fireworks."
The clock strikes 12. The first firework of the night shooting up into the sky. The light glowing your face, reflection pretty in your glossy irises. Her fist pumping her dick faster, then her chest jolts, breath panting. The firework pops in the sky and she cums. Strings of her load landing all over your cheek, nose, lips, a good amount landing in your mouth.
The sky is bright, full of fireworks and the new year is finally here.
Caitlyn convulses, rutting into her fist to pump every spurt to had left while you sat patiently waiting for her to finish. When she does you take her tip again in your mouth. Kissing all over her shaft and sucking the tip.
"Happy new year," she says, wiping cum on the side of your mouth with her thumb and pushing it between your lips. Gratefully taking all of her.
Note: my late Christmas and new years gift for you guys😘😋♡ im looking forward to the big '26.
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