cw: 2.7K words | forbidden love, 18+ mdni, smut with a hint of angst, fingering, oral sex, implied scissoring, top!Caitlyn, mommy kink, praise kink, my first time writing smut so I apologize!
Head up, eyes bright, graceful walk, sweet smile.
Those are the words that repeat in your head over and over again like a broken record as you enter the ballroom. The Kiramman ballroom, to be exact: one of the grandest rooms in the Piltover palace. The scene is breathtaking: chandeliers emitting a warm glow over the room thatโs filled with expensive champagne and linen tablecloths and gold trimmings along the walls. A picture of elegance and grace that perfectly matches the Kiramman royal family.
You walk as gracefully as you can into the center of the ballroom to mingle with guests, bowing slightly and introducing yourself with a last name that always seems to catch peopleโs attention. Youโre a Piltover noble, that much is clear. A pretty one at that: dressed in a baby pink, floor length gown that hugs your torso and chest just right, trailing into silk that parts in a slit up past your knee. Carefully chosen accessories, styled hair: youโre the picture of grace.ย
After a few minutes of mingling with the other nobles in attendance, Mel finds you easily. โThere you are!โ She exclaims, gold flecks dusting her cheeks. โI thought I missed you; you took so long to join the party!โ
Relief sweeps through you at the familiar face. โSorry,โ you sigh, adjusting your hair over your shoulder. โI was helping the princess get ready, and it ran a little late. I had to rush my own getting ready afterwards.โ
โAh, of course, my favorite lady-in-waiting,โ Mel laughs airily. โHow else would the Kiramman princess survive? And you look stunning, by the way; Iโve seen more than a few guys eyeing you since you came in.โ
โIโm just happy I look composedโ you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, surrounded by important guests. โThese shoes hurt like a bitch.โ
โYeah, well,โ Melโs lips quirk into a mischievous smile. โIt must be working because thereโs one person who hasnโt taken her eyes off you since you walked in.โ
Oh.
Your stomach churns a little as you follow Melโs glance behind you, to the front of the ballroom where the royal family is standing. Or, more specifically, the Kiramman princess: Caitlyn. Navy hair combed out and hitting her mid-back, with a simple navy gown to match. Her posture perfect and poised as always. But through her polite smile at the nobles that greet her, her icy-blue eyes were focused elsewhere: you.ย
You try to suppress the wave of heat that goes through you. You know those eyes. You see them every day, had zipped up her dress and clasped her necklace around her neck not even an hour ago. A usual everyday task for you as her lady in-waiting, it might seem, but you still have your moments of your cheeks flushing pink. How can you not? Itโs Caitlyn. She must have been destined to be a princess, to be admired by millions with her Gods-given beauty.
In this moment, though, you only let yourself lock eyes with her for a second before youโre turning back to Mel. โUm, yeah,โ you blink, desperately hoping your carefully applied blush covers your flushed cheeks. โShe, uh, recommended this dress to me, so she probably just noticed I ended up wearing it.โ
Mel nods, seemingly dropping the topic, though thereโs a hint of knowing in her raised eyebrows. โRight. Anyways, Iโll find you later. Wanted to say hi before I grab more champagne.โ She squeezes your arm and flashes you a smile before she disappears into the crowd.
Now alone, youโre thrown right back into the scene of music and ballgowns and a few too many overly nice men. You smile sweetly, making polite conversation. Whatโs a lovely lady like you doing by yourself? You look beautiful. Are you really the lady in-waiting for Princess Caitlyn?ย
You can only take so much of the same conversations, the same flirtatious glances and smooth offers to dance. Youโre knee-deep in another exchange with some noble man from Noxus, who thinks heโs being way more charming than he is, when you feel a presence behind you. And, when you see the man go wide-eyed, you have a pretty good idea of who it is.
โExcuse me,โ Caitlynโs posh accent rings from behind you. โI was wondering if I might steal my lady in-waiting for a moment?โ
โO-Oh! Yes, of course, Princess,โ the man stutters, hastily managing a bow and backing away โ to find another girl to hit on, most likely. You turn to face Caitlyn, tilting your head upward to meet her gaze. Damn, sheโs tall.
โIf youโll come with me,โ her formalities donโt falter once as she gently takes hold of your arm, steering you towards a less-crowded corner of the ballroom. Itโs inherently obvious that you donโt really have a choice.
Caitlyn lets go of your arm once in the corner, and you take the moment to adjust your dress, fluffing it out a bit. Her eyes follow the movement. โHaving fun?โ She asks, her voice calm and unwavering.
โAh, you know,โ you sigh, tilting your head. โGreeting everyone.โ
โMm.โ Her hand makes its way back to your arm, tracing lightly over your skin. โAny suitors catch your eye?โ
Her words are posed as an innocent question, but you know her too well to believe it. Her handโs motions donโt cease, and you canโt help a half-smile. โPossessive,โ you mumble, so soft that Caitlyn might not have heard it if she wasnโt so focused on your every breath.
She hums in response. โCan you blame me? Some of the men are a little too handsy. More than whatโs appropriate for a ball.โ
Again, you fight the instinctive roll of your eyes. โSure.โ
The reply causes Caitlyn to step forward, eyes just slightly narrowed. โDonโt sass me,โ she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear.ย
โThen donโt lie to me.โ
โFair,โ Caitlynโs laugh is quiet, her hand falling to your waist. โSo what if I want my lady in-waiting all to myself?โ The emphasis on the word my isnโt lost on you. Admittedly, you donโt mind it. โDonโt think I donโt know what youโre doing.โ
โWhat am I doing?โ You ask, blinking your wide eyes up at her with a slight furrow of your eyebrows. And oh, Caitlynโs weak to your innocent expression. She has to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress the urge to kiss it off your face.
She lets out another hum, if a little more breathy this time. โDarling,โ her voice is hushed. Now itโs your turn to go weak at the pet name falling from her lips in that hot-as-fuck accent of hers. โYou know how I feel about you in pink. And with the slit? Are you trying to get me to lose it at my own ball?โ
Well. You really donโt know how to respond to her accusation given that itโs true. So you just toss your hair behind your shoulder, glancing around at the crowded ballroom. โHow unofficial for a princess.โ
โI wouldnโt tease,โ Caitlyn warns, moving behind you so her breath ghosts over the back of your neck. She doesnโt miss the gooseflesh that springs up at the contact, and she has to bite back a smirk. To anyone in attendance at the ball, it would just look like sheโs fixing your dress. Her plan, you suppose.
You swallow, keeping your eyes trained on the opposite wall of the ballroom. So no one will suspect anything, you tell yourself. Definitely not because it makes you straighten up a little more and listen to every word she says when she uses that authoritative tone of hers.
โHm,โ Caitlyn lets a hint of a smug smile grace her features as she moves again, this time in front of you so your gazes lock. โI suppose Iโll see you later.โ She leaves you with a brush of your hands before drifting off to rejoin Cassandra, Piltoverโs queen and her mother.
Youโre frozen for a moment, unsure of your next move. After a few seconds, you blink rapidly to compose yourself before moving over to take a glass of the champagne Mel had mentioned earlier. You really need a drink.
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โGods,โ you exhale shakily as your bodyโs practically slammed against a wall. The precaution is a pale hand that cradles the back of your head, shielding it from hurt.
Caitlyn noses into the corner of your jaw as a silent apology before her mouth drops, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. The scent of her shampoo floods your senses โ some kind of flower, maybe? ย
Itโs been maybe an hour since the ballโs end, and you had come to check on Caitlyn before going to bed for the night. Though, not before stopping by your room to freshen up. Your guess had been proven right when she had opened her bedroom door at the first sound of your knock, yanking you inside with zero hesitation. She had been waiting for her chance, it seemed.
You canโt help another breathy sigh as her lips find your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth in a way that makes your hands find her shoulders, squeezing gently. โNo marks,โ you breathe, and you can feel Caitlynโs annoyed huff against your neck.
โWhy canโt I just mark what I want?โ She presses another hot kiss to your pulse. Sheโs almost like a child, pouting over things she canโt have. But itโs not either of your doings.ย
You canโt say anything to that because, if it had been your decision, you would have let her paint your neck with her love bites long ago. Caitlyn, too, seems to notice your tension, and she lifts her head back up. โYouโre thinking too much,โ she murmurs, her nose brushing against yours. โDonโt.โ
Any reply dies on your tongue as Caitlyn kisses you with a fiery passion, presses of lips turning into the strokes of her tongue into your mouth. Her knee finds its way between your thighs, even with both of you still adorning your long dresses. You gasp, but she swallows it, continuing to kiss you deeply like sheโs been wanting to for hours.
โStill worked up from earlier?โ Her mouth breaks from yours, lips twisting into a lazy smirk.ย
Your cheeks flush with a pink hue, and you glare at her. You both had gotten more than a little distracted when you had helped her get ready for the ball, ending with heated kisses and grinding that did little to relieve your ache for her. โDonโt tease.โ
โMm, youโre telling me what to do now?โ All it takes is an arch of Caitynโs eyebrows and your gaze drops from hers.ย
โSorry,โ you mumble, conceding by leaning up to kiss her jaw. Though, when you see the muscle flex, you feel a sense of satisfaction rush through you. Sheโs not as immune to you as she might pretend. That much is clear when she tugs you over to her bed, bringing you to straddle her lap.
โYouโre making me crazy,โ Caitlyn mouths at your collarbone, her hand sliding up the slit of your dress to squeeze your thigh. โI hated everyone looking at you. Youโre mine to look at.โ
โAh,โ you sigh, running a hand through her now-messy navy hair, the locks tangling in your fingers. โEveryoneโs looking at you, Princess.โ
Caitlynโs icy eyes flash at your emphasis of her title, and before you know it, sheโs flipped you onto you back on her bed, one of her hands pinning both of yours above your head. โThatโs not what you call me when weโre alone.โย
โCait-"
โNope,โ she tightens her grip on your wrists as punishment. โTry again.โ
โMommy-"
โThere we go,โ Caitlyn coos, letting your hands free and trailing her perfectly manicured nails down your arms. โNow, why donโt we get you out of this dress, hm?โ
Sheโs tugging at the zipper of your dress before you can even respond, and you arch your back โ half to give her more access and half because this all feels so good that you crave more. More of this, more of her.
And when Caitlyn tosses the fabric to the floor without sparing a glance at it, you swear the look in her eyes is predatory as she stares at you in your lingerie. โBeautiful,โ she breathes, like she hasnโt seen you before, and you feel a wave of heat straight down to your core.ย
โYou knew Iโd do this,โ Caitlyn accuses, making quick work of slipping off your bra and panties. More specifically, the navy set that's her favorite of your lingerie. She claims itโs because the color suits you, but you know better. You know itโs because she likes you in her color: a silent claim on you. โYou wore this knowing Iโd want to fuck you.โ
โYou want to fuck me?โ You question in mock-surprise, though immediately regret teasing her when she tangles your hair in her fist and angles your face up to meet hers.
โWhat was that?โ Caitlynโs voice is strict, composed even as her other hand grips your hip so hard youโre sure itโll bruise.ย
โNothing,โ youโre quick to assure, because if you sass her, Caitlyn wonโt let you come. And gods, you want to come. Sheโs already worked you up so much that your thighs are slick with anticipation.
โAnd?โ
You bite the inside of your cheek. โโm sorry, Mommy.โ
โGood,โ she releases your hair to move down your body and you hate how much wetter you get at the smallest of praise. โNow, be a darling and spread your legs.โ
Your thighs fall open at the order, and you donโt have to see Caitlynโs face to feel the smug pride radiating off her. She presses her thumb to your swollen clit and coos at the strangled gasp you let out. โI- please,โ you whimper, pleading for any kind of relief.
But Caitlyn, though very sweet and attentive, is just a little bit mean, too. So she teases her fingers along your soaked slit, not giving you the penetration you desire. โWhat do you want, love? Fingers, tongue-?โ
โAnything,โ you whine because it feels like sheโs been baiting you forever now, if only a few minutes.ย
โSo desperate for meโ Caitlyn smirks teasingly as her gaze meets yours, but gives in all the same, plunging two fingers into you. Because she loves it โ loves how badly you need her. She starts slow, but eventually builds up speed when you whimper in protest.
โOh,โ you mewl, fisting at her sheets when she angles her fingers upwards to meet that sweet spot inside you that dissolves you into pure pleasure. โOh, please, I need-"
โShh, I know,โ Caitlyn soothes, her other hand on your thigh surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the rapid thrusts of her fingers. And she does. Sheโs so in-tuned to your needs, knows exactly how you like to be touched after months of secret affairs that no one in the palace would suspect.
With that, her lips wrap around your aching clit and suck, tongue teasing your most sensitive nerves as her fingers continue their rough motions inside you. You let out a squeal of pleasure, immediately clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises. But Caitlyn doesnโt let up in her relentless stimulation, and it doesnโt take long for you to keen into your palm as you come around her fingers.
She helps you through your release, letting your hips angle against her mouth as your orgasm racks through your body, before she gently slips her fingers out. You shakily prop yourself up on your elbows and god, you could come again just from the dark look in her icy eyes as she looks up at you from between your thighs. โFuck, Caitlyn.โ
โYouโre not done, you know,โ Caitlyn murmurs, smiling all the same as she moves up your body to kiss you.ย
โI know,โ you mumble against her lips, reaching up to tug her hips down to meet yours. Caitlyn hisses, shifting to slip off her own lingerie before pressing her dripping core against yours. โWanna stay like this forever.โ
And, as she descends upon you once again, the brief thought enters your mind that you really hope you get to stay like this forever. Even if forever is only until the sun comes up.
Ugh. Need her.
As said, this is my first time writing smut so...I hope it didn't suck? Thank you sm for all the love and support on my writing in the month-ish I've been on here! Sending love to everyone <3
I'm just finding your account and I love how talented you are!!!
By requests open, do you mean I could send you a blurb of my late night fascinations and you'd wrote them?
Again love your work. ๐ฅน
yes!! well kinda LOL
soo basically requests are: you can leave whatever you'd like (as long as it's respectful) in my inbox and i MAY write it. i do have a lot of requests and i do not always feel inspired to write them (as i have many of my own ideas as well), so it's a request bc it's more of a maybe/maybe not, if that makes sense. i feel bad if i do not write every request, but please know that it does not have anything to do with if i like the idea!! it just depends on the writing i want to put out, bc writing is time consuming and a hobby, and part of my hobby is i never want to lose the joy of something i love, as then it would become more of a job
that being said, please feel free to send me whatever requests you'd like!! thank you for liking my work <3
yk how Gehlee (a famous idol) shipped herself with Jax from TADC so much so that the ship got popular and his VA followed her? she basically won. and my goal is now to get so famous that i can ship myself with Caitlyn Kiramman and Katie Leung (her VA) follows me. therefore i win Caitlyn.
cw: 700 words | sfw, girly girl!reader, briefly mentioned ex!Vi
She's kinda obsessed with you.
You're so different from her, all bright colors and soft tones, softness that contrasts her sharp facial features. Your sun meets her moon, and she wishes she could stop her gaze from drifting across the plaza to where you're giggling with your friends. So sweet, so endearing, and it's like Caitlyn's a child entranced by her first crush again.
She insists on courting you properly. She brings you gifts: daisies from a meadow she had passed on her way to meet you, chocolates from the expensive local shops, a stuffed bunny that looks remarkably like you. When you squeal and thank her profusely, a thin layer of pink coating your cheeks, Caitlyn preens a little internally. She's quite pleased at the praise, at the knowledge that she can care for someone she loves. Besides gifts, she does things properly. She walks you home, takes your hand (just to lead you through crowded streets, obviously), holds the door open.
Caitlyn is obsessed with your style. She will walk behind you purposefully to admire your short skirts swishing from behind. When you start dating, she buys you carts of clothes. Caitlyn's never been keen on shopping, but now, she's eagle-eyed for what she'd like to see you wear. Knee-high socks with lace edges, sheer tights, a dainty locket with a photo of you two inside. Passes them off with "Oh, but darling, you would look sooo pretty in them. Just try them on, please?"
Speaking of looks, she goes insane on lip glosses and lip tints. Will insist on putting them on you so she can see which ones she should buy more of, but really, it's just so she can have an excuse to cradle your face in her hands and kiss the gloss off your lips. She needs to see which ones last after all the kisses, right?
Admittedly, you're a little worried upon finding out how masc her ex (Vi) is. After all, how could she be so into you when she was just into someone that looks like the opposite of you?
Caitlyn is quick to reassure such silly thoughts, pressing kisses to each of your cheeks and soothing you in that stupidly-posh accident. "Oh no, darling, why does it matter who I've been with? Who I'm dating right now shows you all you need to know about my preferences. Both your heart and your style cannot be compared to."
Caitlyn's even more possessive than she's ever been. Something about you makes her want to bundle you in bubble wrap and stash you away in her bedroom. She's far too aware when the two of you are at a bar and a nearby person's eyes start wandering. Icy-blue eyes combined with an icy-cold glare put a stop to any curious strangers.
You slowly invade her bedroom. Strictly navy and deep purple color schemes become a lot lighter when you start spending the night. More pillows, more fluffy throw blankets, a few stuffed animals that Caitlyn won you at a carnival โ it's all on Caitlyn's bed. Polaroid photos of the two of you are taped up to Caitlyn's wall, and she lets you write captions in sharpie underneath the photos. Six-month anniversary with my beloved โก
You are Caitlyn's pretty princess that can do no wrong. You want to sit pretty on her lap? No problem, the Council and other staff can deal with it during meetings. You want to go out to a nice dinner? Caitlyn's pushing her unanswered emails off to her assistant. You want to buy a cute sundress that you see in a store window? Well, Caitlyn has a limitless credit card with endless fortune to back it. Who is she to deny you?
Caitlyn doesn't mind any of it; loves it, actually. She desires to make her loved ones, especially romantic partners, feel loved and cared for. She'll go to any length to ensure that you feel like her princess (you are). After all, she's kinda obsessed with you.
bonus 1: Caitlyn's first crush was 100% Mel, and she has always had that girly style (hyperfemme, for lesbians) taste.
bonus 2: you know that tiktok trend of guys being obsessed with women in sundresses? Caitlyn is 100% on that side of tiktok and has an entire save folder of videos to send you later in hopes that you'll make your own for her to drool over stare at when you're not together. She always forgets, then silently curses herself later.
Hi sweeties!! University is crazy sometimes so I've been writing on-and-off, but I am still VERY much obsessed with Arcane (especially Caitlyn), so don't worry!!!
Written bc I'm hyperfemme. Shouout to my hyperfemme girlies, and my very girly girls <3
sorry my loves, it's finals week at my uni and it's been so chaotic. i also have been dealing with writers' block :(
i'll drop something in the next week or so!! i have some ideas but don't want to promise any specific one bc i am not sure what i'll want to write first. thank you for your patience loves!!! <3
how do u think cait will react if u decide to propose? could u pls do a fic or headcanojs on that please shes so adorable
i loveeee the way u write her too ur the best!! ๐๐
Hi love!! I have bride!Caitlyn hcs that you can see for what I think Caitlyn would be like when getting married. But here's a little something for your specific proposal scenario:
If you decide to propose to her, honestly, Caitlyn would be a little miffed. She's always had a competitive spirit, and she dislikes that she wasn't the first to plan a grand display of love and ask you to be hers forever. She likes spoiling those she loves. She has endless amounts of money, luxury, and status at her disposal โ why wouldnโt she? Itโs unfair, really. She already had your ring picked out and everything.
She would, however, beam with happiness as soon as she gets over her pride. After all, a lifetime with you is what she really wants. She doesn't pay the details too much mind. She accepts the second you get the words out, of course; and Caitlyn never happy-cries, but you swear you can see a shine in her icy-blue stare that wasn't there before.
Caitlyn's also never been one for showing off, but now that she has your ring? It's basically an extension of showing off you. She leans over the table casually when she has a meeting, letting her ring gleam from the overhead light. Never having paid attention to her nails before (she isn't one to focus on such minor, frivolous beauty standards), they're done consistently now. A simple, classy navy blue that matches her hair and her wardrobe. You catch her admiring how they look next to the ring. The ring itself is pretty: a thin, silver band with a single square-shaped diamond. Elegant, but lowkey enough to match Caitlyn's simple and efficient style. She loves it. She never takes it off โ if only very quickly while she washes the dishes, in which case, she immediately slips it back on. She's not taking any chances.
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