Curious, you said you like cars and motorcycles right? Whats ur dream car and dream motorcycle?
Hope ur doing well :p
U wont miss it for long >:) i am writing my wips
I used to drive a 2000 mustang convertible. I currently have a 2016 Honda CBR300R. ONE DAY! And i promise myself this daily, i will get a 2013 Mustang GT500. My ultimate dream and its 100% achievable. OR orrrr 2003 Mustang Cobra.
I am still new to bikes but i lovee my Hondiiii so my next bike will be a 600🤩🤩
As for my wips. Im on vaca rn so ill try to actively write.
Hope ur doing good !! Love ur fics! Also, what's a game ur playing rn? I'm playing poe2 :D
Heyyyy i saw this earlier but forgot to respond sry💔🙏
I am goooood! Thanks for checking in. I got a new full-time job so thats what ive been up too.. and a lot of gaming😅😅🥲 i have had the WORST writers block. But ima sit my self downnn! And write as much of my WIP as i can.
What else lol? Ive dropped 100+ hours on Arc Raiders in the past month. And been playing a ton more games.
I have not heard of poe2, i js looked it up and it seems interesting. How is it???
I’m currently playing a game XD but I play games like 90% of my times pfft I’ll reach out when I’m confident enough (probably after i devour these oranges)
I absolutely HATE it when i hyperficate! Why am i obsessing over Caitlyn kiramman to every katseye member and now yellow jackets Courtney eaton and Sophie nelisse. And i cannot stop watching Whistle starring Nelisse and DAFNE KEEN R U KIDDING ME I HAVENT HEARD THAT NAME SINCE LOGAN!?... now i have 3000+ fics to read when i should be the one writing.
I'm sorry about your car, but I'm glad you're okay. I wonder why it's so difficult for some people to act civilly and respect traffic laws.
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I know. People just dont understand that lives are constantly at risk while driving. Thank you Love. Now i gotta figure out how to get to school/work now.
Oh no! I’m sorry to hear about your car, but I’m glad to hear that you’re okay. Your wellbeing is more important to us than anything else.
I hope you get better and that you manage to recover from this.
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Thank you so much. Im gonna be honest, i had a much smaller car than this current one so if i still had that one I'd probably be in the hospital or dead. So im lucky this one was big enough to withstand such force. Make sure you guys are driving safe and keep an eye out for idiots. Im resting right now so please don't worry. Im blessed to have you all♡
Hate it here. Just got t-boned tf out on the driverside by this stupid driver that doesnt know how a stop sign works. My new car is totaled. Here to rant cuz i have no one to talk to ab it. Im okay just a pounding headache and neck pain but nothing a little advil cant fix ig. Im just so mad ab my car i just got. And honestly feel blessed im alive.
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
Masterlist
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
