Caitlyn Kiramman had a long list of assistants that either quit or were fired within a week, due to her dramatic and draining commands — they all hated how needy the CEO was.
But you? No. You were her new assistant. This time though, you weren't going to make any mistakes and for sure you weren't going to give up. You needed the money! It should be easy, right?
tags: office au, modern setting, caitlyn is kinda a brat, dominant caitlyn, top caitlyn, afab reader, very submissive reader, power play, reader is very pathetic, smut, desk sex, oral sex(r!receiving), dirty talk, slight insulting, biting, men dni and minors dni
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Caitlyn Kiramman, the CEO of the highest-selling company of all of Piltover. She was known for her knowledge and skills in business and trading, her expertise is what led her to be successful and at the top.
To most eyes, she was seen as a kind and caring woman who wanted nothing more to help the public with her wealth. But to your eyes, and every other employee she's ever had, she was the complete opposite of that.
Instead of being an angel, she was a devil. She had a ‘perfectionist’ mindset which meant everything had to be flawless or you'd be out of the door as soon as you made one tiny mistake. Her employees acted as mere pawns in her game, easy to hire and definitely easy to get rid of.
Yes, it was difficult working under her name as an employee. But, it was harder working as her assistant. Caitlyn Kiramman had a long list of assistants in only a year, and it was known that they've never lasted a week with her — more so, the longest one she's ever had was a month.
Unfortunately for you, you were the next one on that long list. You had just been hired, and you were really happy to know that you achieved such a high role on your first try. Well, that is, until you heard the rumours of dealing with her wrath in the front seat.
There's a reason why all of her assistants quit. Most of them deemed her as too ‘demanding’ and receiving many, many and many commands from their CEO.
Apparently, you were basically a slave under her command. Her commands were so ridiculous, that you've heard rumours of one assistant being forced to give Caitlyn a full body massage one time — that must've been fake, right?
It was terrifying even thinking about it, working as her new assistant. Honestly, you were probably going to deal with the same fate as all of them. To suffer, to be taken advantage of and to be discarded as easily as every assistant she's ever had.
It was her hellhole.
But you had to endure it. You were in debt and the job paid surprisingly well, one paycheck would pay for three months of your rent! The job was simple, anyways. Listen. Or you'd be out in the streets begging for scraps, you needed this job really bad even if it was embarrassing and exhausting.
“I don't assume that I need to inform you about how this job goes, hm?” Caitlyn sat on her office chair, tapping a pen on her temples as she stared at you down. “Yes, Ms. Kiramman.” You bowed slightly, trying to look as composed as you could.
The rumours turned out to be true, she had a glare that looked intimidating as ever — it made your knees go weak and you wanted to apologize for existing. You were quivering in your shoes while you stood directly in front of her, not daring to speak a word until she told you so.
Caitlyn sat still on her chair, working on some files. The rumours all said she was a terrifying, mean woman so you expected someone old and raggy — not a woman in her 20’s.
Even with such a rude personality, you couldn't admit that she was attractive. Navy-blue hair that swayed through the breeze of the aircon, glasses that rested perfectly on her nose, a uniform that clung onto the curves of her body paired with a miniskirt and stockings. She was the definition of Piltovan elegance, you were starstruck and couldn't stop staring at her face.
“I have an appointment today,” She hummed, finally acknowledging your presence with her eyes. “Carry those papers for me, will you?” Her figure stood up, walking to the exit of the huge office before slamming the door shut without waiting for you.
A scoff went past your lips while your gaze drifted to the pile of papers she was talking about, a tall stack of them that you had to carry all by yourself. You sighed, before picking it up one by one and balancing it carefully.
You walked outside of her office, trying your best not to drop any of the important documents. Suddenly, you realized that you didn't even know where Caitlyn was having her meeting! She just… left and assumed that you knew, how rude.
The tower of papers rested on your hands as you saw another employee beside you, drinking a cup of coffee.
“Excuse me, do you know where Ms. Kiramman is having her appointment?” You asked him, one of the papers falling down. Your hands reached for it, bending down and placing it back on the stack clumsily. “In the meeting room, on the left side.” He responded, a cheeky smile on his face.
You thanked him, balancing the papers as you followed his directions. Suddenly, his hand patted your shoulder. "Good luck new assistant, you'll need it!” He winked, snickering while he walked away.
A sigh escaped your lips at his words. Great, you were already being teased on your first day. “Whatever.” You muttered, walking to the meeting room. You couldn't let his words get to you, after all, you were going to survive as Caitlyn Kiramman's assistant — you’ll be the first one to actually make it within a year, well hopefully.
Knock! Knock! You knocked on the door of the meeting room, spotting multiple silhouettes of people through the vague window. “Come in!” A voice shouted out, cheery.
You opened the door to the office, still carrying the stack of papers in your hands, poorly balancing it. “Wonderful timing!” Caitlyn chirped, urging you to place the papers on the table with… politeness?
Her previous intimidating stare was now replaced with a completely different one, a kind and inviting smile. More so, she was very polite to you unlike earlier this morning where she barely acknowledged your presence.
You now realize that this is definitely the reason why many people see Caitlyn as an angelic woman, rather than the terrifying one behind closed doors. It was annoying you at how good she was in playing the ‘good cop’ role, already capturing the group of businessmen’s hearts as they laughed at her jokes.
“Thank you, Y/N.” She grinned, patting your back. “You're dismissed for today.” Her voice was gentle, smiling before drifting her attention back to the group of businessmen.
For the next few days, she's been like this. From being an absolute demanding woman in the office to acting like an angel in meetings. You didn't mind it, it wasn't that bad — you just had to survive a few hours doing her chores before she turned all Ms. Nice Guy on you.
Well, that is until she got comfortable with you. Instead of dismissing you as usual during her meeting, she called you to sit beside her, giving you a towel. “It’s burning up in here.” She declared, staring directly at you.
At that statement, you knew exactly what she was implying. Your gaze averted to the drop of sweat rolling down her forehead, Caitlyn looked over back at you with an expectant expression.
You suppressed a groan about to leave your mouth, before your hands grabbed the towel and started to wipe softly at the sweat formed on her face. She continued talking about business stuff you didn't understand as you gently wiped every inch of her face — even going far enough to wipe the back of her neck.
Then, when you were satisfied, you grabbed a nearby book that wasn't being used and started fanning her. The corners of her mouth perked up ever so slightly, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention as she darted her eyes to your DIY fan and returned it back to the group of business.
The rest of the meeting, you were restless. Your hands never stopped moving and occasionally you would wipe more sweat off her face, like she was royalty. You were growing tired, considering the fact that you haven't taken a break.
Annoyance tugged at your heart but then your gaze drifted to her lips, forming a divine smile. You knew it was fake, only forcing it onto her face for the business deals and how she was only playing a role to convince the businessmen. But, somehow, she's managed to lure you into her stupid trap.
A faint blush crept up your neck as you were suddenly aware of the actions you were doing, you were really close to her face while you wiped more sweat — taking in how her smile-lines showed when she put on that fake smile, that stupid charming smile that made you flustered. You were basically wiping the sweat off of a Goddess. It was frustrating, everything about her!
From how demanding and petty she can get from how your anger dissolves as soon as she smiles in the meeting room, you were supposed to be pissed at her for treating you so poorly! But.. a part of you liked being commanded, especially if it was Caitlyn doing it.
You were falling exactly into her trap.
For the next few days, she's grown bolder. You've established a routine of immediately clocking in and brewing Caitlyn’s jasmine tea.
Then, you would go to her office to help her in whatever she needed for the morning. Whether it was massaging her shoulders or fixing the wrinkles on her uniform — you swallowed your pride and followed.
It wasn't like last time where you had to survive the morning. No, you were by her side the whole day. Every second she would call you and ask you to do something in front of all the co-workers, it was embarrassing but you needed the money.
More so, since her demands have grown to be bolder, that requires you to be physically closer with her. It drove you mad, whenever you massaged her shoulders as she worked — she intrigued you, huffing in frustration while you soothed her muscles.
Sure, it was tiring doing this. But, you've adapted somehow even if it was really, really humiliating and most of your dignity is probably already gone.
Today, you were starting your ritual of brewing Caitlyn's jasmine tea in the break room, making sure everything was perfect for her taste.
You cut across through the crowd of co-workers, receiving nods of appreciation. Unlike last time where you were being teased, it felt good knowing that you've made it longer than others and that every one sorta’ respected your hustle.
“Ms. Kiramman, may I come in?” You knocked at the intimidating office door that wasn't so intimidating to you anymore. She replied with a faint hum, before you entered the office — taking in her usual position.
The jasmine tea was still hot in the teacup while you strode to stand in front of her working form. Your voice was quiet, trying your best not to distract her while you said, “Good morning, here's your tea Ms. Kiramman.” She nodded in response, a wrinkle seen on her forehead while she focused on her work, not even bothering to glance up at you like usual.
“Make sure it's the right temperature.” She ordered. You did as she said, blowing a soft gust of wind onto the steaming tea — making sure it's just right for her.
After a few seconds of pathetic blowing, you were satisfied. “It’s ready for you, Ms. Kiramman.” You muttered, about to place it on her desk until—
Splash!
Oh no.
Your hand slipped, forcing the tea cup to be tilted and fall onto the floor. Your gaze drifted down, praying that it didn't stain anything until you saw her luxurious boots were stained with a mud of coffee on top — leaking onto the quartz floor.
“I'm so sorry!” You gasped out, your hand coming to cover your mouth in fear. Those boots were probably more expensive than your life time, you were so, so dead and there's no way you're going to get out of debt — only further into debt because you had to pay for her boots! Unless…?
Her expression was filled with anger as a scoff went past her lips, a huge crease formed onto her forehead while her eyes widened, glaring at you with nothing but frustration. She opened her mouth to scold you, until... you knelt down.
You were quick to wipe the coffee stain with your clean, white uniform. It transferred the brown liquid onto yours instead. “You—!” Her protest was cut off when she saw what you were doing, using your own shirt as a tissue. For the first time, Caitlyn Kiramman couldn't form a sentence to save her life, she was astonished at how eager you were to clean your mess.
She scoffed again, before her frown turned into a smirk. Caitlyn made herself comfortable, leaning back on her chair and resting her head on her hand while she smirked at you — observing you like a wealthy person taking advantage of a peasant.
Well, that was basically what was happening right now.
You continued to wipe, and wipe while you were knelt down onto the floor. Your hand rubbed your shirt onto the stain in a circular motion, trying your best to remove the brownish puddle of coffee and if it was even possible, save your job.
It was almost gone, only a faint mud rested on the boots, barely noticeable but you still had to wipe it off — Caitlyn wanted perfection, you were determined to stay all night trying to wipe away the evidence of your clumsiness if you had to with your shirt.
While you continued doing your work, your knees aching from staying knelt down for so long, you felt her fingers tilting your chin up. “Enough.” Caitlyn commanded, her Posh accent compelling.
You were forced to look directly up at her, your neck hurting from arching so much because of her grip. But the view was… something else. One of her legs was crossed over another, the slightly stained boot in the air. Other than that, your position made it so that you could see every curve of her body — your mouth thirsted at the sight. She looked so powerful, especially with you knelt down at her mercy.
“I—I apologize Ms. Kiramman—” Your voice faltered, trying to defend yourself until her grip on your chin tightened. Her fingers squeezing your cheeks, forcing you to stop talking.
“You know your place, don't you?” She smirked, tilting her head while she continued to stare you down like you were a chew toy — her eyes darkening with lust. “I..” You trailed off, trying to speak but her gaze only weakened you.
Caitlyn let go of your chin, crossing her arms and leaning against her office chair but her eyes still remained fixated on yours, forcing you to stay in bound even if she didn't have a hold on you any more.
“You’re the only assistant I've ever had that's been so… obedient.” She raised her eyebrow, humming before she stood up and pushed her office chair away from you, the sound of its wheels rolling filling the tensioned silence.
Her figure crouched down, while you remained knelt down beneath her — Caitlyn still towering over you. Her long, ashen fingers caressed your cheek gently. “You’d do anything I'd ask you, wouldn't you? My little assistant.” She spat, taking a hold of your chin once again, this time it was tighter and filled with possessiveness.
She laughed at you, amusingly tainting her lips. You stuttered, not knowing what to say. Was she angry? Was she cocky? Or was she… turned on at your boot-polishing? Maybe it was all three of those options, you couldn't quite tell as she stood up again — waving her fingers lazily, gesturing for you to get up.
You followed out of instinctiveness, legs immediately getting up at her command. “Get on the desk.” Caitlyn pointed, her voice firm, making her intentions clear. This time, you hesitated — this was wrong, very wrong. Instead of sitting down on her desk, you cleared your throat, receiving a glare of unapproval from her.
“Ms. Kiramman, this is inappropriate…” Your voice was barely above a whisper while you whispered, trying to look not as needy as possible but the pool forming in your panties only continued to drip more at how she looked. “Do you want this or not?” She hissed, crossing her arms while she looked up at your body up and down.
Hesitation tugged at your heart, you wanted to scream 'No' at her because this was vulgar! If people found out that you were hooking up with Caitlyn Kiramman, there'd be horrible consequences, from her side and your side. But… her glare was making it harder to resist, you wanted this, so bad. She’s been nothing but a menace with her charm, indirectly teasing you every time she asks you to do something.
Suddenly, a nod came out of you. At that, you climbed on her desk and sat on the wooden surface — slightly groaning at how cold it was. Caitlyn smirked at that, her hands reaching back for the office chair she dismissed earlier and sitting down on it, hovering near your legs.
Without warning, she found the side of your hips, fingers unzipping your skirt. She dragged your skirt down, tossing it on the floor and her eyes took in your soaked panties — your arousal dripping onto her desk. “So wet for me and I haven't even touched you, pathetic.” Her warm breath ghosted over the fabric of your undergarments, fingers tracing your wetness.
She teased you, touching directly onto your clit through your panties but it wasn't enough to get you off. “Please, Ms. Kiramman.” You groaned out, looking down at her cheeky smirk. “Please what?” She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows.
It was cruel, how she was teasing you like this. “Please.. I need your touch, ma’am.” You cried out, before she hummed at your begging and removed your panties, tossing it onto the wooden desk with your glistening cunt all exposed and on display for her eyes. “Look at you.” She murmured, her breath hitting your slickness.
Now, your legs were sprawled out on the wooden desk, your bottom exposed as your top still remained on — Caitlyn not bothering to remove it as she licked her lips at your spread pussy.
Caitlyn licked your pussy, a moan escaping your lips as you gripped the edges of the desk for leverage. “Fuck.” You sighed while her eyes looked up at you from below, smirking at your reaction. Then, without permission, she shoved her tongue inside your vagina — lapping like a dog, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room paired with your cries. “Oh!” You moaned out, your eyes shutting closed.
She started at a slow pace, licking while your walls took in her long tongue. This continued, soft moans coming out of your lips until she sucked your clit, the sensation turning your moans into a scream. “Ms. Kiramman!” You shouted out until her hand met your ass sharply, a red hand-print forming onto there.
Tears swelled up in your eyes at her slap, not expecting the harsh action. “Keep it down if you want to keep your job.” A growl vibrated through the inside of her throat, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows until she caressed the area she slapped — soothing the sting there before she continued her sucking.
Caitlyn varied between sucking and licking. inserting her fingers at some point, stretching you a part as she put another finger and thrusted it in and out while her tongue did her work. “Ah.. Ms. Kiramman…” Your breath was uneven, barely keeping up with how overwhelming her fingers and tongue were.
Then, her fingers curled, hitting that spot at the new angle. “Mmgh, ngh! Ms. Kiramman! Oh, yes yes… please…” Her head bobbed up and down, meeting the pace of her fingers as she abused your g-spot — inserting another finger, stretching you wide open while you were getting closer, and closer to the edge with the dual sensation. “Oh, oh my god! Ms. Kiramman!”
Your walls clenched around her as your moans grew louder, she placed her free hand on your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet. You bit it lightly, your saliva melting onto her hand while she smirked at how your teeth nipped on her hand — trying your best to keep your moans quiet as you were nearing your peak. “Getting feral are we?” She hummed against your pussy as you continued to use her hand as a gag.
Caitlyn noticed you were close, groaning while she was latched onto your pussy — the vibration humming through your vagina, the pleasure creeping through your spine as you bit down on your hand, muffling a scream. “I'm gonna… can I.. please?” You moaned in between each word, back arching off the table.
“No.” She ordered. “Hold it, until I say so.” Then, her pace increased rapidly — she didn't lick your clit anymore, only sucking it like she was a tornado hauling everything in. Other than that, she put her whole fist inside of you, filling your throbbing pussy as she continued to pound her fingers harder.
“Please, I can't… mmph.. hold it…” You whined, looking down at her with pleading eyes. “You're going to listen like the obedient employee you are..” She barked. It was all too much, you couldn't hold it… the knot building up inside you, your legs shivered at how much she was abusing your hole — you bit her harder this time, closing your eyes as you tried to focus.
“Go.” At her words, you cried out, “Oh my, fuck!” Your moan echoed through the empty room and probably heard through the whole office building but you didn't care, your orgasm crashed down as you rode out the aftershocks, thrusting softly into Caitlyn's face.
She pulled her fingers and mouth away from you, her chin soaked with your slickness. “Clean yourself up, I have a meeting.” At her words, you grabbed a tissue and wiped the evidence of your sex on her face and fixed her disheveled navy-blue hair before she gave a hum of approval — trying to suppress a smirk but the corners of her mouth perked up, betraying her while she fixed her glasses.
You finished cleaning her up, your ass still resting on the wet, wooden desk as you wore your clothes again. The sounds of Caitlyn's heels walking through the exit echoed through the room as you did what she said, cleaning her desk.
She paused her movements.
“This isn't finished.” She declared, her hand resting on the doorknob. “I haven't seen all of you yet.” A smirk formed on her lips before she opened the door, the sound of it slamming echoing through the room. You were left alone, with the faint scent of sex still lingering and a soaked mess to clean up.
a/n: alright so i've been obsessed with office aus and srry if this is rlly bad, i quite literally wrote this while i was on a plane so... i had to hide my screen from the people beside me LOL. but, i will definitely write an epilogue or continuation of this — just something short that shows the aftermath cuz office au caitlyn is soooooo hot bro.
this is also my first smut fic, so ty for reading !!!
CAITLYN IS A MASSIVE ASSHOLE IN THIS CHAPTER, contains verbal abuse? (Maybe idk) and grave injuries (not caused by Caitlyn)
A/N hi!!! Sorry for being so inactive recently. I sort of have a lot of irl stuff going on rn including the worst ending to a “situationship” but that’s just life I guess… (long story short I got groomed I’m so fuxking easy to take advantage of💔)
Much to Caitlyn’s dismay, the tabloids were practically salivating over your recent episode at the gala. She saw the papers with headlines that read obscene dramatized titles like:
“Mrs. Kiramman Seen Leaving Gala on a Stretcher. What Went Wrong?”
Caitlyn hated gossip magazines. Speculations about you and her, what happened behind closed doors, and all sorts of other people taking the opportunity to drag the Kiramman name through the mud. She tossed the magazine into the fireplace, and watched it burn. “Caitlyn?” You hugged her from behind, trying to bring some sort of comfort to her. “I really am sorry about all this… if I hadn’t… you know.”
“Nothing we can do about it now…” Caitlyn took your arms and removed them from her body. You stiffened. “I know. When are you leaving? For your next mission with Ambessa?” Caitlyn stiffened. “Soon…”
“I don’t want you to.”
Caitlyn scoffed. “I’m aware. We can spend some time together before I go.”
Caitlyn was leaving the next morning for some operation that was kept completely secret to you. In fact, almost all of them were. That night, after she treated you to a nice dinner, she went to her study to collect some files to put in her bag. “Caitlyn?” When you appeared in the doorway, Caitlyn looked over her shoulder. “Yes?”
“I… please don’t go on this mission. I have a bad feeling.” Caitlyn led you out of her study, and into the bedroom. “A bad feeling you say?” She murmured teasingly. “What? Scared I won’t come back alive?”
“Don’t say things like that…” you didn’t want to even think about what you would do if that happened. Caitlyn wrapped her arms around you and kissed you. She wouldn’t mind screwing you until you couldn’t walk before she left for who knows how long. “How come you’re always saying things like ‘don’t go’ ‘I miss you? You know I’ll always come back.” She mocked your voice. She bit your bottom lip before moving to remove your clothes. “It’s sweet how you’re always so concerned about me. It’d be rude to leave without a proper goodbye.” She licked your neck, but you directly pushed her away.
“Can’t we just spend some time together before you go?… we don’t always have to… well…” That made Caitlyn pause. She didn’t know how to behave around you unless it was in bed, but she wasn’t going to refuse you. “Oh- uhm, I’m sorry. Yes, that’s fine.. I’ll make us some tea.” She let go of you and left the room, trying to figure out what to say to you after that.
The tea had gone cold by the time Caitlyn finally started speaking to you. “Hopefully, this will be the last mission I have to leave you for. Ambessa is confident we have found the source of all this strange energy. Wether Jinx is there, who knows…” She let her sentence trail off.
“I don’t like her.” You mumbled.
“Pardon?” Caitlyn took an awkward sip of the cold tea. “Ever since she made you commander… you’ve been different. I guess I just notice these things because we’re married.” You said, your eyes never straying from on the teacup in your hand, never once looking up at her. Caitlyn hummed, resting her chin on the back of her hand.
“Please enlighten me. What exactly is ‘different’ about me these days?” She sounded defensive. You shrunk back a little. “Sorry for my tone. Go on.” Caitlyn urged. You seemed to think on it for a minute until finally answering. “You’ve started to act like her. Like Ambessa, I mean.” Caitlyn was surprised she looked into her mug awkwardly. “You’ve been a lot stricter, and you don’t really leave any time for yourself. You’re angry, and stressed, and I don’t know how to help.”
Caitlyn scoffed. “I guess I never realized-”
“I hate it.” You said it loud enough for her to hear. “I hate this. I hate what’s happening out there, and I hate that you’re a part of it.” Your voice broke, and you weren’t close to crying. Caitlyn bit her lip in frustration. She set her tea down on the coffee table and stood up. “You may not like it, but this is what I have to do. Piltover is relying on me. My mothers name is relying on me. I can’t just allow someone- someone like Jinx to walk around freely! If I were to allow that, then mother’s death…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t need to.
Caitlyn’s fists were clenched tightly, and she fought back the tears that had been wanting to spill since the day it happened. “Do you think she would have wanted this instead?” You stood up too, trying to make Caitlyn see your point. “I don’t think any mother would want their daughter to go down the path you are!” It wasn’t often that your tone raised. After all, you were always taught the right thing to do was keep your pretty lips shut. Caitlyn looked shocked and hurt. Maybe you’d gone too far.
“Caitlyn, what I’m trying to say is-”
“I don’t want to hear it.” She cut you off abruptly. “How dare you try and tell me what my mother would want! What makes you think you have the right!?” You’d never seen Caitlyn this angry before. Her eyes were red like she hadn’t slept, and her fists were shaking.
“You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be in my position right now! All you do is sit around here and cry about how awful of a spouse I am! One of these days I’ll just lose it and give you something to cry about!” Caitlyn’s voice made your ears ring. She was practically screaming.
Was she threatening you? Caitlyn’s eyes were glossed over with tears, but her teeth were clenched tightly. You couldn’t read her. As you desperately searched for something to say to her, something to calm the situation, she kicked over the coffee table with a scream of anger, tea cups and glass shattering everywhere. Caitlyn turned to you and began to approach. “Wait please- I’m sorry!” You backed up, falling back onto the emerald colored couch. Caitlyn paused in front of you, clenching her hands and breathing raggedly. Your heart stopped. After a few moments, Caitlyn sighed and leaned down to kiss your cheek gently. “I’m going now. Clean this up.” She left you there, terrified of what hadn’t happened yet.
Caitlyn felt awful. She didn’t mean to go completely ballistic on you, but it was too late to say anything now. She was already leaving with Ambessa. You were probably in her bedroom right now. That’s always where you went when you were upset. It had been since you were a little girl. Maybe you found some comfort in the familiarity. Her stuff lying all around, and her scent on the sheets. Caitlyn would have to apologize to you later. Maybe she’d write to you when they camped out for the night. Perhaps she’d send a bouquet of flowers to the house.
That wouldn’t happen though. The troops hadn’t even made it out of Piltover yet. She could still see her home in the distance behind her. Caitlyn felt the rumble in the ground before she heard the loud crackling bang. She turned on her heel, nearly falling to the ground at the sight of her home. A large explosion of pink and blue smoke completely decimated one part of the Kiramman estate. Her bedroom. Where you would be right about now. Her soldiers began running towards it before she did. Caitlyn felt dread and despair all at once, and found herself running too. Why had she fought with you? Why did she have to leave you like that?
She didn’t want you gone, she never had. You were just the easiest person to kick while Caitlyn was already down. Tears fell down her cheeks as she clawed through the rubble, screaming your name so frantically, her very own squadron was bewildered by her emotion.
“It’s because I love you.”
Your words that night. When she asked you why you always stayed. After that she still hurt you. It couldn’t end like that. She couldn’t let it. Caitlyn wanted a second chance. She wanted to be a good wife to you. She wanted to love you, and cherish you as much as she could. Why did it take losing you like this for her to realize that?
“I found someone! Over here!” Someone called out. Caitlyn stumbled over the rubble but stopped when she saw who it was. Were you dead? She couldn’t tell. The world felt like it was in slow motion, and the figures around her blended into each other until her vision was completely blurred.
“Kiramman!? Kiramman!”
General Medarda’s strong voice was the only thing she could hear. Caitlyn could only watch helplessly as you were dragged away by paramedics, and rushed to the hospital. Your body looked so broken. “Breathe, Caitlyn! Breathe!” Ambessa’s hand was on her back, grounding Caitlyn only slightly. She was hyperventilating. “She- she’s not dead! She’ll be okay! She always is!” Caitlyn yelled desperately, trying to convince herself more than anyone else. “Go with her. I can handle things here.” Ambessa said.
Caitlyn refused to leave your side that night. Even when the nurse stepped inside nervously to tell her that visiting hours were over, Caitlyn said something incredibly rude and refused to leave. She didn’t even remember what she said. She only remembered the nurses offended expression. She couldn’t remember anything from today aside from the guilt that continued to eat her away inside.
You were alive somehow, but very hurt. Two broken ribs, a concussion, fractures in your arms, and a broken leg. Were you in a coma too? You hadn’t woken yet. Hextech educated doctors had assured her their technology could fix you, but seeing you lying there with tubes sticking out of you every which way made her feel completely hopeless. If anyone deserved to suffer such an awful thing, it was her, not you.
The time on the clock read two a.m. Caitlyn still hadn’t left your bedside. Her eyes were red and swollen, and your heart rate was the only thing keeping her awake. Every so often, a doctor would come in and check on you, but they’d never utter a word to her. No one knew what to say to her. Your eyes remained shut even into the sunrise. By that time, Caitlyn had fallen asleep.
What woke her up was your heart rate monitor. The steady, slow beep had turned quick and panicked. She shot up almost instantly. You were awake, but not yourself. Your eyes looked wide and scared, and your chest was heaving. You were crying. Caitlyn wasn’t sure what else to do other than grab your hand. “I-It’s okay. I’m right here! You’re okay please calm down!” You were looking straight at her now.
Caitlyn squeezed your hand and kept talking. She was trying to ground you. Your heart beat slowly lost that speed, and before she knew it, you were asleep again. Caitlyn sighed, and sat back in her chair. It was around five a.m. now. She couldn’t stay here forever, but she would try.
“Excuse me, Commander Kiramman.” Someone entered the room. It was a soldier under Caitlyn who passed her a letter before leaving the room. Caitlyn opened it and read.
Of course. Of course it still had something to do with her. The woman behind the attack was seemingly a Jinx impersonator. Those had become quite common. She crushed the letter in her firsts and looked back to you. Caitlyn’s top priority now was to keep you safe, no matter the cost. She screwed up before, and she couldn’t afford to do it again. What would it cost this time? Your life?
You woke up very slowly, squinting your eyes from the bright light streaming in from the window. You weren’t at home, but when you looked to tour side Caitlyn was there. Her head was resting on the gurney by your thigh, and she held your hand as she slept. She had never once been like this to you. What if it was all an act again? But no one was there for her to perform for. Pain seared through your body with every inhale you took, and you could feel how wrong and crushed your body felt.
It looks like you got h hurt pretty badly. badly enough for Caitlyn to start to care apparently. She looked so soft when she slept. No scowl practically glued to her face, and her sharp features had smoothed. You lifted your hand and rested it on her head, wanting to stay in the quiet moment. Who knows what she would say whenever she woke up.
Caitlyn lifted her head slowly, eyes widening when she saw you staring back at her. “You’re awake…” she said breathlessly, eyes quickly filling with tears. She leaned in and hugged you gently, trying not to hurt you even more.
“I- I’m so sorry.” Her voice sounded so small and terrified. You froze, just letting Caitlyn cry into your shoulder. Caitlyn pulled away and wiped her tears, waiting for you to say something. You weren’t looking at her. “Should I get the nurse? Would you like some water?” She leaned in. Why was she being so kind? Why did she suddenly care so much only after you nearly died? Was she just faking it again? Wanting to process these new feelings, you looked down into your lap and said “I’m sorry, but can you leave me for a moment? I want to be alone.”
Caitlyn’s stomach sank. You had never not wanted her around. Just yesterday you had wanted her to stay, trying to say you’re you disliked Ambessa. Wanting to honor your wishes, Caitlyn stood up, stumbling on her sleepy legs. “I- yes I understand… I’ll be right outside. Just call if you need me.” She kissed your forehead before hesitantly exciting, taking one last glance at you from over her shoulder.
You looked down at your wedding ring, which through all the chaos was somehow still on your finger. It was an heirloom from Caitlyn’s family. It felt tighter than normal. Wanting to escape from the discomfort, you took it off, and set it down on the bedside table.
You’d put it back on, because this was only temporary. Surely, it didn’t mean anything. You just needed rest. So you tried to fall asleep again, closing your eyes and trying to ignore Caitlyn’s shadow outside the door.
A/n: hi… I feel like nothing I’ve been writing lately has been good, and I don’t want to half ass reqs. I’m trying to get back into it with some head cannons, so here you go!
Contains smut hc’s and scenes (fingering, teasing, thigh riding and the like)
Jock! Caitlyn who took an interest in basketball since she was young. She liked aiming the ball just as she did her rifles, and she was good at it too.
Jock! Caitlyn who later became the team captain in college, meaning you saw her a lot since you were on the cheer squad. At games, in the student newsletter, or announcing things during on campus events. She was just popular. You couldn’t escape her.
Jock! Caitlyn Who had always thought you were beautiful. It made her play better knowing you were watching, and usually cheering the loudest.
Jock! Caitlyn who appeared as more composed then she actually was. A serious student in school, but quite the player at parties. You’d normally see her flirting with women, drink in hand, giving them bedroom eyes. You often hoped she’d look at you like that one day.
Jock! Caitlyn who realized she was falling for you once she realized you were always on her mind. She wanted to score so you would see it. She wanted to win so you would think she was cool. What would you think if she wore this outfit? It was driving her crazy. Seeing you prance around in that cheer uniform didn’t help either.
Jock! Caitlyn who asked you out by making you promise to go to dinner if she made the free throw. You knew she would make it, she was the star player, but played along anyways.
Jock! Caitlyn who never goes to the locker room during your routines. She always stays to watch you cheer and dance. She doesn’t like to admit it, but she’s not as put together. It really turns her on sometimes to watch you.
Jock! Caitlyn who sometimes will zone out when she’s not actively playing. It’s become a habit for do this while wiping away her sweat. She’ll lift her jersey to reach her face and become frozen with thought, leaving her toned abs completely on display for the entire court to see. Not that anyone minds of course, especially not you.
Jock! Caitlyn who despite her past of getting around, is extremely loyal to you. She treats you like a princess. It’s not unusual for her to receive a confession or be flirted with by fangirls, but she’s always politely declines, and comes right back to you. She’s had her fun, and knows that no one night stand could be more fulfilling than her relationship with you.
Jock! Caitlyn who's made it a tradition to run over and scoop you up in her arms after winning, which is often. She thinks you’re cute when you freak out a little, laughing and asking to come down so you can cheer with the rest of your squad.
Jock! Caitlyn who likes taking you to the gym with her so she can show off. She’s does pushups with you on her back, benches you for fun, and won’t ever let you feel heavy, because to her you’re light as a feather.
Jock! Caitlyn who has a sleeper build.
Jock! Caitlyn who has asked to have sex in your cheer uniform multiple times before you let her. She thinks you look really cute in it, Especially when you’re moaning her name with your skirt hiked up, taking her strap like the good girl she knows you are.
Jock! Caitlyn who takes her frustration out on you after a loss. The sex gets rougher, but the aftercare gets sweeter. Especially since she’s had time to calm herself down. She likes to cuddle after sex. The skin to skin contact calms her down. She’ll kiss your forehead and complain quietly about every mistake she made that game, all while you tell her she’ll do better next time.
Jock! Caitlyn who is fully aware of how attractive you find her all sweaty and tired after a game. How her skin basically glitters, and the new musky scent she carries, she knows you like it.
“Fuck… you’re really all over me aren’t you?” She whispered in the locker room, trying not to laugh as you pressed yourself against her. “Don’t make fun of me.” You replied, letting Caitlyn feel your body in her own hands. Caitlyn led you to a bench and sat down, pulling you onto her lap. She kissed your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume before giving it a kitten lick.
You were riding her thigh, moaning Caitlyn’s name as she guided you back and forth, the scent of her sweat only adding to your excitement. “If anyone walked in now I wonder what they’d think… ‘the cheer captain is a real freak isn’t she? Getting turned on by her sweaty girlfriend during a game.’ What about your reputation?” Caitlyn said, keeping one hand on your waist as the other teased your nipple through the thin fabric of your top.
“I don’t care about that right now… just need you.” You whined, practically shaking as Caitlyn finally gave into you, slipping her hand down your skirt and past your panties. “You’re so wet... How embarrassing.” She teased, feeling around. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and Caitlyn enjoyed the feeling of your hot breath on her face.
Caitlyn’s long, nimble fingers felt so good inside of you. She licked and nipped your ear, biting it whenever you got too loud. “Shhhh… you wouldn’t want anyone to hear acting like such a slut in here.” She whispered, curling her fingers inside of you. “Cait!- fuck, I can’t!” You buried your face into her neck, trying to stay quiet as she added a third finger.
You came with a pathetic whimper. Caitlyn had one arm wrapped around your back, and the other still down your skirt. She pressed a kiss to your cheek, and then your lips, moaning into the kiss like she wanted more. “Alright, I gotta get changed and then I’ll drive you back alright?” She lifted you off of her and stood up, sticking her fingers in her mouth while staring at you. “We can finish this later. I’m not done with you.”
Jock! Caitlyn who is a sucker for shower sex after a game or a long practice session. Eating you out while the water runs down her face and body is really something she enjoys.
Jock! Caitlyn who is a lover girl at heart, buying you flowers and your favorite things if she comes across them, really just because she can.
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more vamp cait plss she's my all-year round obsession
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𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓
Noble Vampire Cait x Maid fem reader
contains: smut, dom Cait, sub reader, fingering, strapping, cait eats reader out, blood, biting, vampire aftercare❤️🩹
You hadn’t been working for Lady Kiramman for that long, but you felt as if the atmosphere was off. Something didn’t feel right about her, or her massive house. Caitlyn herself was an anomaly as well. She was as beautiful as gossip had promised, but just as terrifying. She was incredibly strict too.
“Excuse me?” You turned around to find her examining the floor you just swept. “Yes Lady Kiramman?” You bowed, already knowing what was about to come. “Do it over again. The dusting too.” She commanded, her tone sharp and cold. “Yes Lady Kiramman, sorry.” You took the broom again to restart. “Be a good girl and do it correctly this time.” She left you alone with that warning, heels clicking against the floor.
There was one small thing that disturbed you most about your boss. Every night, one maid would make her way to Caitlyn’s room. They always looked solemn and fearful, but Caitlyn would answer the door and pull them inside. The maid would come back to the service quarters in the early hours of the morning, looking like the life had been sucked from them.
You hadn’t been summoned for one of these strange meetings with her until one evening. After dinner, you were washing the dishes when another maid came up to you. “Uhm…” she hesitated,
“It’s your turn tonight.” She said vaguely. “My turn? My turn for what?” You dried off your hands on your apron and faced the other maid. “It’s your turn to take care of Lady Kiramman tonight.” The maid wouldn’t make eye contact with you. A deep, fear settled in your stomach. So it was finally your turn.
Slowly, you made your way to her room, your mind racing with scenarios of what went on behind her doors. “Just do whatever she says.” were the instructions you received from other maids, but how was that meant to help you at all? You knocked on her bedroom door, and waited for her to answer. When she did, she was in a dark violet colored satin robe, with her hair swept over over shoulder. “Ah, good evening. How may I help you?” She smiled eerily. You’d never seen her in such a good mood. “I was told that it was my turn.” You said, unsure of what that really meant. Caitlyn’s smile grew wider.
“So it is. Please, come in.” Caitlyn opened the door wider, and you went inside, wincing as it creaked shut. Caitlyn sat at her vanity and looked over her shoulder at you expectantly. “Let’s start with something simple. Could you brush my hair?” She was being a lot kinder than normal. It was strange.
You made your way over to her and took the hair oil from her table, putting a few drops into your hand before raking them through her hair. “Good girl.” Caitlyn praised, sighing softly. You took her hairbrush and began to slowly move it through her midnight blue hair.
“You’re doing wonderfully.” She commented as you pampered her. “What comes next might be scary, but I know you’ll be good.” She said, making you tense up. “Don’t worry, it will come later.” Caitlyn assured you as if she could smell your fear.
That’s when you noticed. In the vanity mirror, was only your reflection. Not Caitlyn’s. Surely, you were just going crazy. That, or it was a trick of the light because she was without a doubt sitting in front of you. Before you could process it any further, Caitlyn stood. “Thank you.” She said, turning to face you. “My, you are indeed a sight for sore eyes as they would say.” She caressed your cheek with one hand, the other snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your heart leapt in your chest.
“Don’t look at me like that darling, I won’t bite…yet.” She whispered, thumb crossing over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down teasingly. “I know I can be a bit harsh sometimes, but when it comes to you I can’t help it. You’re just too cute not to tease.” There was a strange hunger in her eyes, like she was about to devour you whole.
“Well, if that’s everything you need, I should go…” you said quietly, waiting for her to let you go. “No, that’s not all. My night routine requires a little more than that.” She released you, but moved to lock her room door. “Lady Kiramman?” You stepped backwards. “Sit right over there, will you?” She instructed, pointing to a velvet chaise in the corner of the room. You did so.
Caitlyn came and sat down next to you, taking your hand and kissing it. “You know, out of all my staff you have caught my eye the most.” Her blue eyes stared straight into yours. “Won’t you stay a while? I’m feeling a lonely.” The lustful look in her eyes made your thighs clench.
“Uhm…” You stumbled over your words, holding your hands tightly in your lap. It felt impossible to look her in the eye.
“Don’t be so shy.” Caitlyn was so close to you. She leaned in and smelled your hair. “Look at me.” She instructed, and you instinctually listened to her.
Caitlyn took your chin between her thumb and pointer finger, turning your face towards hers. “May I?” She said quietly, piercing your gaze with her own. The words wouldn’t leave your mouth. What was she doing? Your class was far beneath hers. A relationship like this with someone of her status could ruin the both of you.
For some reason, some part of you ached for her touch. You nodded, giving her permission to slowly place her lips over yours. It felt intoxicating, like she was casting a spell on you. You wanted more of her already.
Caitlyn crawled on top of you, deepening the kiss slowly as if she was easing you in to some kind of ritual. Her hands brushed over your body, making your head spin. You moaned into the kiss when she suddenly grabbed your chest, kneading it gently in her hands.
Caitlyn was still kissing you when she began to undo your apron. Your eyes flickered open in surprise, only to find hers were open too. She moved on to remove your dress slowly, finally pulling away from your lips. A string a saliva connected you still. Caitlyn kissed down your neck hungrily. You could feel her nose brushing along your skin. A low moan left her lips at the scent of the blood just underneath your skin. Such a beautiful sweet girl, ripe for the taking beneath her.
“Lady Kira…” you whined as she let one hand drift up your thigh. “Just relax my dear.” She kissed your forehead, staring at you tenderly as her middle and pointer finger rubbed circles against your undergarments slowly. Getting you as relaxed as possible was her goal. That would mean less tension. Less resistance when she finally sank her teeth into you.
Caitlyn pulled your panties to the side and rubbed your bare sex. You weren’t sure why she was doing this but you didn’t want to stop her. She leaned in and gave a small peck to your clitoris, as if thanking it before she wrapped her lips around it. Your back arched instantly, pulling a breathy moan from your lips. Caitlyn forced your abdomen down with one hand. “L-Lady. Kiramman! this isn’t- You- aah…” You stumbled over your words as she lavished your body with sinful pleasure.
Every movement made your mind go numb. You were calling her name, begging for more, it was humiliating in a delicious way. Caitlyn adored women like you, so much that she increased her intensity, driving you to your first orgasm. You slammed your hands over your lips, trying not to make anyone else hear you in such a state. Your muffled cry was music to Caitlyn’s ears.
She was focused now. Slowly, she slipped two fingers inside and stretched you out with them. She remained gentle, trying to melt you with her touch.
Caitlyn lifted you suddenly and dropped you onto her bed, undoing her robe swiftly. “My lady, What are you-” your voice died in your throat when she dropped the robe. “Just relax, alright? That’s all you need to do for me.” She cooed, stroking the dark red strap on attached to her hips.
“Is this…part of your routine?” You said, unable to look at your Mistress as she rubbed the attachment against your soaked mound. “Sometimes…I don’t go this far usually. I suppose I like you.” She slowly inserted the tip inside of you, silencing you with a rough kiss. Her hands were holding your thighs down onto the bed as she slowly thrust in and out.
You knew this was inappropriate, and the power she held over you made it even more so, but it just felt so good, you couldn’t think straight. Her breasts were so close to your own face, you couldn’t help but admire them. “You’re so cute.” Caitlyn chuckled, admiring your facial expressions. “Do you want more? Yes? This face says you want more.” She sped up, making your body quiver. Your eyes were glossed over with tears, and you could feel your body preparing to cum again. Caitlyn’s strap was giving you such a satisfying stretch. Every thrust of her hips earned a lewd squelch from your womanhood. Caitlyn was breathing hard. This much activity, combined with watching her prey squirm beneath her only made her appetite soar. She was waiting for this for a long time. Your taste, your blood, it was all she was thinking about ever since you were hired.
This time when you came, Caitlyn didn’t stop. She kept going until your cries died down, and you were broken down enough for her liking. She pulled the slimy toy out of you, and rubbed your cheek softly. “You did very well, my love.” Caitlyn sat up, and brushed some hairs glued down with sweat to your forehead. Dazed and vulnerable, you rolled your head to the side, exposing your beautiful neck.
Caitlyn could feel the drool run down her chin from the corner of her lips. You looked so delicious like this. So irresistible. Without much thought, she scooped you up in her arms. You were so alluring in her eyes. Caitlyn leaned in slowly, and you closed your eyes for another kiss. What came instead were her fangs sinking deep into your neck, and her nails digging into your back. You weakly cried out in pain, but Caitlyn did not stop. You could feel your blood being sucked out of you. Caitlyn’s lips on your neck felt so cold.
Caitlyn was drunk off of your blood. She couldn’t get enough of it. She slowly lowered you down onto the bed, moaning as she took more and more blood from you. She hadn’t expected such a treat to be flowing through her new maids veins, but she was pleasantly surprised. Her nightly ritual had been like this for centuries. She had gone through centuries worth of women and yet, something was special about you.
It was like she was hypnotized. She couldn’t stop sucking your blood. Maybe she was just excited because you had never been touched by a vampire before. She’d know if another had tasted you before her. Caitlyn was taking your first time being bitten after all, so why wouldn’t she be slightly aroused? Maybe it was just the way you trembled. Maybe it was your voice, it sounded so pretty as you moaned her name.
Tears ran down your cheeks, but you were too weak at this point to stop her. Caitlyn finally pulled away, which took her a lot of effort and self control. Your vision was fuzzy and your ears were ringing. You could see your own blood running down Caitlyn’s chin, to her neck, and into her cleavage. Her eyes were half lidded, and the light had vanished from them. Was she a demon? “Lady Kiramman?…” you whimpered, wincing at the pain in your neck. You tried to sit up, but you couldn’t.
“I tried and make it pleasureful for the both of us, hence the sex.” She finally said after an awkward silence, leaning down to lick the remaining blood from your skin. “I’ve become quite skilled at pleasuring a woman. It makes her all the better to drink from.” She opened a drawer and pressed a pad of gauze to your neck.
You could barely move. Your eyes were blinking slowly, and it looked as if you would faint. Caitlyn pressed a cold rag to your forehead, and fixed your clothes to give you some dignity at the very least. “Lady Kiramman… you’re… a vampire…” You murmured, as if trying to make sense of that. “I am, and you’re wonderful.” She answered, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss. “I think you’re my new favorite.” You hadn’t noticed it before, but Caitlyn’s body was so cold.
She stood and put her violet robe back on, taking a sip of water sitting on her bedside table. “Thank you for offering yourself to me tonight.” She rubbed your head soothingly. The woman in her bed made Caitlyn’s heart flutter. She had never felt this for any of her offerings before. You were so pretty, she wanted to kiss you again.
Instead, she settled into bed next to you, and pulled you into her chest. “Rest now, you’ll need it to regain strength.” She kissed the top of your head, watching you fall asleep slowly.
It was odd how infatuated she was with you after one night. So much so, that you noticed no other maids were called to her room in the future. That duty had quickly become yours alone.
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Also, a lot of things will be coming out within the next week! This includes the last couple of requests and some one shots! My plan is to release 2, and then release a poll on which will have the bloodlust treatment aka multiple chapters. The one that loses will still have a second part tho so don’t worry too much!
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