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an: yesterday i finished her blushing hero by mariah rae birch and i was thinking about knight!ellie since then…. that definitely collided with my studying time but… welp. i MIGHT survive the presentation in a few hours. go read her blushing hero and other books from sapphic lady knights!!! not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
sir williams. she was a cocky thing, that knight.
but when she was a young teen, she was an awkward, nervous and fumbling creature, like a small, clumsy fawn that was born not longer than a day ago.
she always knew that dresses and being the lady of the house was not for her. she liked getting dirty, liked strength-focused jobs, liked the smiles young ladies graced her with when she handed them her arm to help them get down the stairs.
she got gifted a handmade wooden sword on her thirteenth birthday and she fell in love with fighting and sparring. she knew then and there - she wanted to be a knight. a real one, respected by everyone, having ladies swooning over her with a simple wink.
and she did well. she achieved that, was respected in all the parts of kingdom. a bit of a womanizer even, when she got out of her awkward, nervous phase. she was still secretly a nerd, crazy about the stars and astrophysics and constellations. she just kept this part of her to herself.
she knew she was getting reckless. with age she wanted to prove everyone that she is still useful and can be great and powerful. she was an honored and valued knight of the kingdom, even serving the queen herself for a while. but she got careless. and the worst part? she could only blame herself.
it was almost embarrassing what happened to have her land here, in this little village up north of the kingdom, in a peaceful, small but cozy cottage with a stable for her horse, shimmer.
she was on her horse, making her way to the royal stables when a fox from the nearby woods ran in front of shimmer, scaring the horse, which ended up with ellie tumbling down, her unsheathed sword digging into her calf.
"that's what ya get for always wavin' that thing 'round. god damn it." mumbled joel, the stableman that ellie built a deep father-daughter relationship with as he helped her reach the healer. it was so obvious the old man was panicking that ellie ended up being the one to comfort him as she laid on a bed, having the healer hover nearby to fix this mess.
ellie was deemed retired the moment she had the sword out of her calf and everyone made sure she wouldn't die. it was cruel, ellie thought. she felt like they just threw her out the moment she got some trouble.
it wasn't like that, obviously - everyone valued her and if there was a chance this never happened, she would've been happily serving the crown in her own way. but it did happen. days, weeks, months of slow, painful and annoying recovery. the chances she could run as fast as she was able to year ago were... yeah. and, let's not lie to ourselves. ellie was getting older.
nearing her forties, which was an amazing age for a knight to reach. well, a retired knight now, but, still. a few gray hairs were visible in the mess of her naturally auburn choppy hairstyle.
everyone's priority was for ellie to get better. she had enough money to invest in a small cottage somewhere far away from the palace. she couldn't bear seeing these young knights often. she felt pain in her heart, and that phantom pain in her calf.
you entered her life as a housewarming‘gift’ from her knight friends - a maid that would cook and clean. they didn’t want ellie to be all alone, and you found it cute of them.
at first she was against this whole thing. a grumpy, oldish and retired knight had no right having a cheery, bubbly maid like you around. she was a bit depressed, feeling as if her life lost all her purpose. she was a knight, god damn it. not a house body. not someone that would settle down, especially not in a tiny village where everyone knew everyone’s business.
but you somehow made it. you wormed your way through her cold walls, reaching her soft, vulnerable heart.
“…don’t say anything about it. just— thought the dining room could use some colours.” she said one day, standing in front of you with one hand out, a bouquet of wildflowers clumsily tied with few grass strands. she looked almost nervous and it was adorable. she was adorable. with her freckles and few wrinkles, forest green eyes looking everywhere but at you until you took the messy bouquet from her.
“thank you, sir williams.” you replied, slowly walking towards the table to put the flowers in a pretty vase, gentle and soft.
“how many times do i have to say it? you can just call me ellie, seriously.” she said, stalking after you, her movements slow. she wasn’t using the cane she was supposed to carry all the time, that stubborn ass.
“you’re a knight. some respect is due, don’t you think?”
“a retired knight.” she sighed, hating that word, but wager to bring it up just to prove her point.
“still…” you whispered, turning around to face her, looking up at her with a slightly worried expression on your face, “there’s a hierarchy here.”
“is there?” she mused, one of her thick eyebrows raised as she kept her eyes on you. “you’ve been here, what, few months? every day i feel more and more tempted to drop it. ignore it. forget that you’re basically at work here.”
her words did catch you off guard a bit. you weren’t used to her using her charm on you. you never heard her tone turn this sultry before. ever since she retired, she thought it useless to continue flirting with ladies - ‘who would want a clumsy, stupid ex-knight like me?’ she thought, pretty sure she lost that ability.
“…you’re messing up my head. lord, i’m too old for you.” she sighed out loud, taking a step back and shaking her head.
you instinctively followed, taking a step forward to keep the space between you two as small as possible without your chests being pressed together.
“‘too old’? you’re not in your eighties, sir— …ellie.” you whispered her name under your breath, tasting it on your tongue, almost shivering. you imagined saying it out loud to her countless times, but this was the first time you actually, really did it.
“tell me to stop. tell me to back off, please.” she whispered, one of her hands moving to brush some of your hair behind your ear before she let her fingertips trail the way along your jawline.
her fingers, so calloused and yet so gentle, were making you melt into her touch. you couldn’t fight it. couldn’t forget about the way you two slowly got closer to each other with every single day. you remembered how hard it was to talk with her the first month of work. you two just coexisted then. now? now she can’t imagine breakfast without you hovering near. she can’t imagine coming back from her stable and finding the cottage empty. she needs you.
she found something else worth living for besides being a knight.
and she wasn’t about to let you go.
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an: don’t know if i’m happy with it, as always. i managed to finish this part so here it is, before i have to go back to studying 😔 sighhh. wordcount: 1,2k, not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
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you must've been blessed by some gods, you've thought. lately, your life was amazing. you were close to finishing your bachelor's degree, thesis slowly getting written. 'why do some people treat heroes like gods and how does it affect their mental health?' was the topic. you were so proud of it, scrambling to write it down the moment you got it, late at night.
you also scored an internship at the daily bugle which almost made you cry from happiness. at first you obviously started with coffee bringing, papers carrying, fighting with the printer, all that stuff. but you did it. you really did it. you got a small collumn in the newspaper, allowed to try real journaling. to taste the true fun, power, struggles of a serious, professional, real writer. you were even allowed to choose your own topic! you immediately went there, picking the topic of spiderman and how he succeeds to hide his secret identity and your dream goal was to have a interview with him. but you knew it would've been super hard, so you settled for less. for now.
your constant emails and beggings scored you a small tour around the tower - the places where guests were alright. sadly, no secred cave stuff, nothing too fancy. just stuff only an intelligent person could be giddy about, an IT worker heaven.
and then, they told you, an interview. you almost squealed. not with spiderman, sadly, but with one of the interns that takes care of preserving the suit. the intern that takes care of some basics of IT, some math and physics nerd. as it turns out, that's the 'secret, mysterious, nonchalant lesbian' from NYU that you saw a few times while wandering around the campus. the one that everyone talked about lately, how she actually got the internship here.
damn. talk about coincidences, huh?
when you saw her, you felt yourself getting a bit more giddy. it was becoming real. your first step towards becoming a journalist prodigy.
you tried not to think that it's basically like interviewing a classmate. because it's not. it's not, it's not, it's not. that would sound a bit more pathetic than interviewing the intern working for tony stark. so, you tried to forget about NYU for a moment.
you even doubted she ever noticed you before. she seemed so… closed off. only keeping near her two friends that seemed to have way more will to live than her grumpy ass.
and now you were there. right in front of her. with mr. stark next to you, a charming smile on his lips, as always. you gave the girl a small smile, extending your hand for a handshake. she glanced down, immediately wiping her hands down her jeans before accepting the gesture, shaking your hand a bit too hard, her gaze stuck on the acrylic nails, colourful and pretty.
"williams. uh, ellie williams. i'm… the intern." she spoke up, a nervous smile on her lips. great, she thought, now i actually have to pretend that i'm an intern.
start left you two and she awkwardly gave you a tour around her 'office' which was, well, a small, cluttered room where she kept counting things, fixing suits, trying new technology. ain't that much of an office.
she led you to a few other rooms where you could see more technology, and then you two began the interview.
ellie was freaking out internally. she knew stark did it on purpose. she was sure. a pretty girl wanting an interview and he immediately pushes her to busy ellie? yeah, that's a dirty move. she definitely saw that little smirk stark had on his face, eyes twinkling in mischief as he claimed the title of a 'smooth wingman', as if she asked for his help.
at first she scrambled with her answers, too scared to reveal too much when the pretty girl stared at her, actually listening and writing down like an eager student. but soon ellie got into her zone, talking and talking, like the little nerd she is, almost rambling about the technology. and, shit, you were still listening. that alone almost stole her heart. she shook her head, huffing at herself and how she acted around pretty girls. she knew both jesse and dina would've laughed at her if they saw her like that.
when you got all the information needed to make a nice, pretty and all professional interview you slipped her a small piece of paper with your number and a small smiley face drawn in the corner.
"you should text me. so i can get you coffee one day, as a thank you? for the interview and all." you offered with a tiny smile of your own, looking up at her ad you waited for an answer.
"well, um— isn't it a bit unprofessional, miss interviewer?" she asked with a nervous laugh, one hand scratching her neck whole the other accepted the paper slip, nimble fingers with short nails and tiny scars and freckles brushed its fingertips against your manicured fingers on accident as she tried to play it all off.
"can't i ask you out for coffee as a friend from college? c'mon, don't be such a rule-follower." you replied lightly with a joking tone.
the truth is that she wanted to go out with you, duh - even if she would be the one to pay for coffees, even though she still doesn't like black coffee, even though she's all nervous around you, obviously she'd want to go. but she thought about spiderman. about her work. what if something happens when you two are out and she has to suddenly run cause there's a robbery not too far away? it would make her look like an asshole, leaving you like that.
"i'll think about it. you're good at persuading." she replied smoothly with a crooked smile, slipping the folded paper into the back pocket of her jeans with a nod. she already knew the answer, though - no. she knew love wasn't for her, love wasn't for a part-time hero. almost an all-time hero, actually, with the way she's always on the run.
she knew she won't text you. you'll forget about it soon and that's that. and she knew her friends would say the same thing. 'a date? ellie, what if….' and all that shit. she knew it by her heart already.
and yet, she gave you a promise, fingers crossed behind her back before she slipped them out of her pocket.
she led you outside stark tower, engaging in a casual talk about everything. thankfully you talked much, so she wasn't worried about the awkward silence.
you left after a handshake and a smile, pleased with how this whole thing went. it's almost funny how in your head you scored a new friend, someone incredibly smart, someone that was talk of the campus - while she, in her head, thought about how she'll have to lay low around the campus so she doesn't bump into you and get forced to a coffee hangout.
she didn't want you to take it personally, definitely no. but she'd hate herself if she got you in trouble because of her dangerous second life. you were too sweet and full of life to get involved with the damn spiderman. unaware, too. she had to keep you safe, even if it meant making you think badly of ellie.
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an: i’m sick so i spent the whole day in bed today, and wrote this as well. i couldn’t stop thinking about it for the last few hours soooo here it is! not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
oh my goddduh, she is a total loser. like, such a loser. and so annoying, too. normally she played games with jesse, but he grew a bit too annoyed by the way she ragequitted so often, yelling curses at everyone when something went wrong.
she was getting bored of playing alone, so, she… tried something different. she joined a discord server and made an announcement that she’s looking for an ‘e-kitten’.
“gross. this makes me seem like a pathetic virgin.” she mumbled to herself with a small scoff, doubting anyone would be willing to do this shit. sure, it’s for money, but she knew she’s a hard person to play with and the moment that ‘e-kitten’ realises that, it’s over. money’s cool, duh, but there are easier losers to be around than her.
and yet, not even half an hour later, you texted her privately, saying you’d happily play with her. you wrote a nice message, saying that you also enjoy the games she mentioned in her message on the server. you made sure she knew how it all worked - that she needs to pay and all. she’s ‘not that stupid’, her own words. when you sent her your listings and prices for everything, she almost resigned, cause holy shit was it pricy.
you weren’t the most expensive e-kitten, that’s for sure, and you also knew you can’t put the prices too high, as you’re only starting with this whole thing. your prices weren’t horrible, but it still hurt her wallet.
boobsucker69: is it alright if we do a single round of valo for free? jus so you know what you’re getting into lol
you considered it for a moment, but groaned to yourself before agreeing to make the first half an hour 50% off - you needed customers, really.
and she became your regular. she liked you very much, because you weren’t like your typical e-kitten. you never praised her too much and you didn’t accept if anyone went too far. sure, you were flirty with her from time to time, but you mostly kept being yourself, which pulled her in deeper.
the first week she kept asking you to play basically every evening, keeping you up for at least two hours every time. you always let her pick the games - i mean, she’s the one playing, right? so you usually played valorant or marvel rivals. she was… a difficult person, sometimes. especially when she lost. she had a damn colourful vocabulary, that’s for sure.
but you somehow survived, watching her messages appearing at a crazy pace. not only at the lobby chatroom but also in your private chat, where she complained even harsher and louder. one time you got a voice message where she was screaming insults at another team. you couldn’t lie, that one did make you laugh a bit.
and after two weeks, she asked you to play together on the voicechat. it was just a bit pricier offer, but she decided that if she’s committing to playing with an e-kitten, she might as well do it properly.
you kept playing together for two months now, and you sometimes forgot that this was supposed to be a job for you and you send her messages about your day, what have you eaten and all that stuff. you liked talking with her. and you had to admit, whenever you two played together and talked on voicechat, you enjoyed her voice. she couldn’t do the same, at least not with your real voice. you used a voice changer, just to bring your pitch a bit higher and, well, keep you safe in the internet.
you would’ve never guessed you’d ever bump into your client in the wild world. hell, you didn’t even know if ellie was in the same country as you. all you knew was her name - that she told you cause you didn’t want to call her ‘booblover69’ - and that you two were in a similar, if not the same, timezone.
so imagine your surprise when you literally bumped into someone while walking around the campus with your friend, and you heard that raspy, low voice. well, fuck.
“shit! sorry— damn, that’s- that’s on me, sorry.” she rambled, immediately looking at you with an almost panicked gaze, as if you were about to bite her head off.
and, you guessed it right - she was a loser. baggy clothes, messy auburn hair, big ole dark eyebags (that you were just a bit to blame for). her flannel was unbuttoned, revealing a white wife-pleaser with a stupid, idiotic text in the middle in a bold font and a small coffee stain on it, sleeves rolled up, revealing a tattoo on one of her forearms. the way you were looking at her made her fumble with her words even more, and you wondered if it was because she was scared or flustered.
her face all freckled, eyes green, eyelashes unfairly long and naturally curled. one of her brows had a thin scar cutting it in the middle. you couldn’t help but keep noticing all small things about her. she was so beautiful, yet so handsome at the same time. were you seriously falling for the nerdish, loser-y charm?
you were so silent to the point your best friend, standing nearby, gently nudged you to wake you up. this is your downfall in real time. holy shit.
“i— it’s fine.” you said, shaking your head, feeling breathless. now you cursed in your head the fact you used a voice changer, cause what if you two had a love-at-the-first-sight moment now?
“all’s good. i wasn’t looking where i was going either.” you added, giving her a small smile.
how have you never seen her around before?
everything became harder after that one meet up. you weren’t the loser, so why were you falling so quickly and acting like a pathetic, yearning, pathetic loser! you told yourself that you need to drop her, that it’s unfair to her that you know who she is. and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do that.
even worse - you started genuinely laughing at her god awful jokes, and kept up with the daily messages. yeah, you were a goner.
“come on! dude, when’s the last time we went to a party?” your best friend whined one day, tugging at your hand like a kid, pouting. you didn’t feel like going, but… when you considered it all, maybe it was a good idea. maybe that’s what you needed to do in order to get over that small crush in your client.
so that’s how you found yourself at the frat party, hoping ellie wouldn’t get disappointed when you’re unavailable if she does text you tonight.
and you actually had fun for a while. you got tipsy, danced with your friends, played beer-pong, got even tipsier, and then, after a long while, walked out onto the backyard to get some fresh air and maybe smoke.
well, fuck you, said the universe, dropping ellie right there, sitting on the wooden stairs with a blunt in between her fingers. you almost died right there and then, overwhelmed by her attractiveness. sure, that girl’s a nerdy loser through and through, but how has nobody snatched her yet?
you tried to act casual as you sat down next to her, staring at the sky.
“y’see that one? that’s the big dipper.” she said randomly, pointing her finger at the sky, her other hand twirling with the blunt.
you squinted, looking at the stars for a moment before catching where she was pointing.
“holy shit, you’re right!” you exclaimed with a breathless giggle, finding it the best thing ever.
she found your excitement cute, looking at you with a grin.
“‘m ellie. just realised we haven’t really exchanged anything besides some touches.”
“you made it sound way more perverse than just bumping into each other.” you replied with a small snort, rolling your eyes before offering your name back. your real name, for the first time to her. i mean, it would’ve been weird if you handed her your e-kitten handle.
you two talked for a bit before she raised the blunt, just now remembering about it.
“wanna share?” she asked with a dopey grin.
“you sure? don’t want you accusing me of stealing.”
“oh, i’d gladly let a pretty girl like you steal all the weed from me.” she mumbled before placing the blunt between her lips and lighting it up.
she took a slow drag and you had all the excuses in the world to ogle her lips. chapped, dry. pretty. maybe soft. you’d like to find that out on your own, definitely.
she passed the blunt to you, fingers brushing against yours as she watched you just as intensely as you were watching her seconds ago. you wrapped your gloss-stained lips around it, slightly wetting the tip of the paper, making it taste like strawberry. you hoped she wouldn’t kill you for that.
the way you were having a stare-off, just ogling each other in silence as the blunt made its way to her, then to you, then back to her, it was all so… intense. hot.
“you have pretty eyes.” you blurted our after a few rounds of that, looking into her forest green eyes.
“well, you’re all pretty.” she said back with a small laugh and you almost shivered at the way her voice sounded after drinking and smoking.
you were slowly starting to feel the high, and the alcohol in your body definitely didn’t help. you felt your tongue getting looser and you sighed, resting your chin on your palm.
“can i vent?” you asked, glancing at her just to see her nod in agreement.
you weren’t sure how the hell to say all of that without revealing that not only you were talking about her but also talking about working as an e-kitten.
“i have a job where i… help others with stuff. they don’t know who i am, i don’t know who they are. and i… like a girl. but she’s my… client. i worry that if i tell her the truth, she’ll be mad. maybe embarrassed. but i genuinely like her so much and i don’t want her to feel embarrassed that i know she reached out to and paid for an e-kitten.” you rambled and rambled, not realising that the alcohol and weed made you say the thing out loud.
“what?” she suddenly asked, looking up. “y’said what?”
you froze for a second as well, feeling as if the alcohol leaved your body, just now when you needed it as well.
“i’m… i’m your e-kitten.” you whispered, feeling completely embarrassed with having to say it out loud, and so nervous. “but! but, ellie— i really find myself smiling when we play together. and we text each other all the time and-”
“holy fuck.” she said with a small groan, crushing the butt of the blunt against the stair before turning to fully face you.
“you knew it the moment we bumped into each other, did you?” she asked with a sigh, now feeling like a nervous, shy puppy. not only she was talking with a girl that turned out to be her e-kitten, but also the girl was hot as fuck and telling her that she liked her. hard combo for her fried ass brain.
“…yeah.” you replied with a nod. now she understood why you froze for so long that moment - you had recognised her.
“does it mean… i get to play with you for free if i ask you out?” her words made you surprised this time. you couldn’t help but laugh a bit at that, looking up at her, seeing a tiny smirk on her lips.
“only if you organise something really cool.” you replied, watching her take out her phone - screen broken in a few places, phone looking like it went through a war with her clumsy ass.
“give me your number, yeah? so we can talk for real outside your workplace.” you knew she’ll tease you endlessly about the fact you were getting money working as an e-kitten, but you also knew that you can tease her back with the fact she had used your services.
you obeyed and saved your number in her phone, smiling softly.
“you know, i’ll be honest - i had a small, teeny tiny crush on your both identities.” she said quietly, softly, when you handed her her phone back. “in a cool way, obviously.”
you laughed at her dorky words, shuffling a bit closer to her on the stairs. you knew, then and there, that you won’t be free easily.
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being modern loser!ellie’s e-kitten….. she pays so you talk and play games with her…. she’s such a loser….. ofc she falls for you and wants to meet you… and what if you two are going to the same college…..
caitvi x femme!reader office au part two! read part one here :)
an: wrote part two! i'm not sure if i'm happy with it, so i'll leave it for you to judge. word count 2,8k, not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
cw: smut! minors and men dni! caitvi call reader pretty and sweetheart, gagging with fingers, spitting, swallowing spit, tit slapping (just a bit), fingering (r!receiving), head (r!receiving), making out with boobs???
you were in a fickle. you knew the whole thing was so, so insanely inappropriate, but you couldn't stop. you were getting addicted to both of them, and not in the sexual way only. they were sweet and caring and you were afraid you were falling for them.
after the one hookup, not much changed. but at the same time you felt as if everything has changed. vi kept hovering near you every day, but she grew a bit more touchy and confident about it. her hand landed on the low of your back more often now, thumb rubbing small circles. you could see she was imagining having you bent over, her hands caressing the spot of your tramp stamp instead of the office shirt you were wearing.
she was hungry often. you almost felt embarrassed about the times she pulled you into your office and kissed you like she was starving. you felt like a teenager, sneaking around with a lover.
the way she kissed you was dizzying. she had her hands all over you, calloused fingers touching and sneaking underneath your shirt to grab and paw at whatever skin and fat she could. one time she even pulled down the brallette you were wearing to fondle with your tits, mumling 'how i missed 'em, pretty. just a little bit longer, yeah? quiet, shush.'
you were no better than her, though. and caitlyn? she was probably the biggest pervert from the three of you. she loved watching you and vi. she even had a little folder where she kept the few videos from security cameras of you and vi making out or touching. obviously she had to take these videos so anyone checking the cameras wouldn't catch that and make a problem.
caitlyn also was a damn sweetheart at the same time, too. she kept at least thrice a week having late dinner with you and vi, taking in consideration what could you be craving. and she kept making you drop the official titles when it was just you two or three. "is it my fault you sound so sweet when you call me 'caitlyn'?" she mused one time with a soft, amused smile, tilting her head, glasses low on her nose.
and, lord, the one time a weak, whiny 'caity' slipped out of your mouth, she almost came at that moment, untouched. she was on a mission to make you make that noise again, to make you lose composure so much you forget about the fact she's your boss and call her something similar, vulnerable, again.
one time they offered to go out for dinner on sunday, when you were off. go out, with you. you were quite surprised. what if anyone sees you? what if anything goes wrong? and yet, with the way they were staring at you, you couldn't say no to them.
that's why you were here now, panicking in your small apartment, over what to wear. caitlyn said she'll take you two to a 'special restaurant', which meant fancy. so, so fucking fancy and pricy. you hoped you'll be able to afford something, anything there.
you decided to wear a dress - one that could be not so appropriate to wear to the office cause of how fitting it is. stuck to your body, showing every curve. a pretty, delicate and deep red dress that ended just above your knees with kitten heels on your feet. you did your hair and made sure your makeup was perfect - not too much but enough to make you feel more confident. you definitely needed confidence for tonight.
you ubered to the restaurant, nervous. was this a date? no, no way. a date? please. they just probably wanted to… spend more time with you. it wasn't any else than eating together while finishing work in caitlyn's office, right?
after you arrived you got a text message from vi, telling you that they're waiting impatiently ("but no rush!") and that all you had to do was to tell inside that you're here for a reservation for kiramman.
vi let out a whistle when she saw you walking behind a waiter towards the cozy booth they were in, hidden from everyone else. very… private.
"violet." caitlyn lightly scolded the other one, looking at her with an amused smile that she didn't even try to hold back. she really opened up to you as well. and vi was right - she really is sweet like a cupcake. huh, who would've guessed? definitely not you when you were beginning to work here.
"not my fault! that dress can't be legal, you know." vi defended herself lightly with her lips curled in a playful smirk, raising her hands in defence as she looked you up and down, not even trying to hide her gaze.
"well… i do have to agree here. you look beautiful." caitlyn added, eyeing you as well. welp, that definitely didn't make you even more nervous. nope, not at all.
you sat down in the booth, both of them sitting opposite of you. it wasn't their plan to make you nervous, but you were just so cute like that, all bashful and shy. a light conversation begun as you three picked up the menus, talking about the weekend and, what did you do and all that normal small talk stuff.
but there was obviously some tension there. you all knew how tonight will end. it was just the matter of time. and of deciding the place.
"something's wrong?" caitlyn asked when she saw the slightest twitch of your eyebrows when you saw the prices. everything was so… expensive. you tried to control your expression, really, but it was just so hard when you wanted to look cool in front of them, and yet you knew you'd have to live off scraps till the next paycheck if you really let yourself eat here.
"no, just— well…" you stumbled over your words with a breathless laugh, lowering the menu and placing it back on the table.
"pick whatever you like, pretty. i invited both of you here cause i really wanted to spoil you two." it's like caitlyn knew immediately what was the problem here. and, hell, she was smooth like this.
her words made you look up, bashful yet again about the nickname and the way she was honest about spoiling you. you knew that her and violet had something more going on, but tonight it didn't feel like third-wheeling, but joining their date as someone more. somewhat of a significant other. caitlyn wanted to spoil you too? even more than with good sex and simple take out?
you were ready to argue, your lips parted, but vi was faster.
"she won't give up, you know? i can't count how many times her sneaky ass 'weent to the bathroom' and paid for our bill instead." she said with an amused scoff, shaking her head, "all you can do is let her spoil you tonight. don't wanna disappoing boss, do you?"
so you reluctantly let caitlyn spoil you, even going as far as ordering a dessert too. a sweet panna cotta in a pretty glass bowl that you gladly let both of women taste from you, having you feed them, all three of you sharing the same spoon.
you really felt good with them. they listened to you whenever you talked, they liked getting to know you more and more. if it was a date, you would've immediately agreed to a second one with them. gods, you liked them. you liked them and they made you feel good and you wished they weren't your coworkers. you wished one of them wasn't your boss.
"well… we were thinking, actually…" caitlyn spoke up when it was slowly getting late, desserts and wine finished, bill paid by the one and only. "would you perhaps come with us? to… my place?"
this was new. you never did anything outside of caitlyn's office. besides vi sometimes driving you home after work, you never spent that much time with them outside of your workplace. and now, not only you had dinner together, you were invited to come with them.
as surpried as you were, it woukd've been stupid of you to say no. especially when caitlyn had that soft, gentle look on her face that made you all weak. especially when vi kept close to you, her hand on the low of your back when you three left the restaurant. yeah, you're not stupid. not that, at least. so you agreed, already getting warmer everywhere at the thoughts that were wandering in your head.
the drive was supposed to be somewhat wholesome, as caitlyn let you pick the music and the three of you continued talking about anything and everything. it was wholesome if you ignored the tension in the air. if you ignored the way vi kept glancing at you. if you ignored the way caitlyn kept biting the inside of her cheek, looking at you through the rear-view mirror. you were in for a long night.
the moment you entered the painfully big and fancy apartment of caitlyn kiramman, you knew your suspicions were right. you had no time to admire the decorative aspect of the place as you got stuck between the two women. caitlyn was in front of you, looking down with a small but smug smirk, her fingertips running up your sides, making you shiver a bit.
behind you was vi, her chest pressed against your back as she tried to hike up the hem of your skirt so she could place her hands on your ass and fondle with the fat of it, pressing hasty kisses to the back of your neck, as if she was on a strict timetable. not like you all had a whole night for that.
"y'got dolled up all pretty for us, huh?" vi mused behind you, completely satisfied with her position. you could've replied, but caitlyn was faster, pushing her thumb between your lips with a pleased hum, corners of her lips twitching at the way you obediently parted your lips for her.
"such a sweetheart." she whispered, pulling her thumb out, just to push her pointer and middle finger instead. her long, lanky fingers almost making you choke as you kept looking up at her with mouth wide open, coating her digits with spit as she moved them forward and back in a slow, almost casual manner.
they hurried you to the bedroom, that was… just as fancy as the rest of the apartment. you weren't used to such luxuries.
you could hardly think of luxuries when you got pushed down on the bed, panties getting thrown on thr floor embarrassingly fast as vi dropped to her knees, getting comfortable between your legs, going as far as throwing them over her shoulders just so she could get deeper and deeper, hands fondling at the fat of your thighs. she pressed more kisses, nibbling everywhere she could, groaning and moaning as if she was the one that's about to get eaten out.
you felt like you lost all the air when she let her tongue run up your folds, mumbling something about how 'embarrassingly wet' you are. you tried to focus on the way she sucked on your clit before pushing her tongue into your hole, but it was hard to do so when caitlyn found herself next to you, helping you take off your dress. she kissed you, fondling with your tits throug your bra before she took it off and broke the kiss, panting against your lips. her glasses seemed to be slipping down a bit, but she didn't pay any attention to it. what she did pay attention to was your bust with no bra on. she squeezed your tits almost harshly and when you parted your lips with a gasp, she spat into your mouth.
"swallow." she ordered with a light smack to your tits and you obeyed almost immediately, so turned on it almost hurt.
you pawed at her office shirt, pathetically whining how you wanted to see her. amused, she complied, unbuttoning her shirt and revealing a lacy, deep blue bra that had you pushing your face in between her tits, kissing over her skin and the fabric, depending on where you managed to press your lips.
vi, busy between your legs, kept glancing up anyways. seeing you and caitlyn like this was turning her on, which, in exchange, made her want to make you feel good, better. one of her hands moved, thumb rubbing circles on your clit, move that made you whine against caitlyn's tits.
"holy shit, i love seeing my girls like this." vi panted out as she leaned back a bit to get some air, panting against your thighs. in the meantime she moved her other hand between your legs, slipping in her thick pointer finger and moving slowly, almost teasingly.
you moaned against caitlyn's tits, pulling at her shoulder straps before she took off her bra with a sigh, pretending she was annoyed. it all disappeared when you wrapped your lips against one of her nipples and sucked, making a whiny moan, that sounded simply delicious, escape her lips. her head thrown back, her hand in your hair, she looked like goddes. incredible.
you never wanted this to stop. even if it's just sex, you wanted to keep meeting with them, keep letting them take care of you and spoil you, keep taking care of them. you were in it deep and you didn't want to think about the consequences, or, worse - if you had to stop this whole thing. you were sure you would die a sad death if you had to stop spending time with them.
as it always is with them, one round was never enough. how could it be when you sounded so sweet and pretty? so they kept you up for what seemed like hours, and what probably was hours, until your body was spent and trembling and you were sure you will be insanely sore the next day.
you three, with the rest of your strength, made your way to the bathroom. you were all worn out, but each and every one of you was sweaty and starting to feel sore, so you all helped each other shower, all huddled up together underneath the shower head, complaining together about everything. it was… nice. domestic. caitlyn let you borrow one of her bigger shirts - that you later learned was vi's at first and she one day left it there and forgot about it.
you ended up in between them in the big bed, vi wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder, caitlyn gently playing with your hair and looking at you with that soft smile she had when she let herself feel vulnerable.
"we really like you." whispered caitlyn, to which vi hummed in agreement, "and we… want to continue this. and i don't mean just sex. i mean going out together, letting me pay for you both, having you over more often."
you listened, your heart beating insanely fast as you nodded, letting caitlyn speak.
"she means we want you to be just ours. for real. like… a relationship. cait's just too shy to say that." said vi, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and squeezing your waist gently.
"vi's right. so… what do you say?"
"i— i mean… holy shit, seriously?" you blurted out, your eyes widening as you understood them. they wanted you, just like you wanted them. "yeah! yes, a— a relationship with both of you? yeah, definitely, yes."
vi let out a tired snicker at the way you sounded so excited, finding it adorable. they were in this for the long ride, too. caitlyn gave you a soft smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead, just as happy.
when you woke up it was well after nine. just then you realised that, fuck, it's monday and you're expected to be at work. you tried sitting up, but then you felt strong, long arms holding you tightly. you glanced at caitlyn, who was half-asleep, frowning at the way her own cuddle buddy wanted to leave.
after that vi, in just shorts and nothing more, entered the bedroom, a smile tugging hat her lips.
"well, hello." she said, leaning against the doorway, crossing her arms, "i'm making us breakfast. you gotta survive being her teddy bear for a bit longer, 'kay?"
"what about work?"
"mmm… 'm your boss and i command you to not move." caitlyn spoke up, voice groggy and thick with sleep as she cuddled up to you, all pouty and sleepy. jesus, how cute.
"you heard cupcake, pretty. get comfy and i'll come get you two when food's ready." vi said, sending you a wink before leaving back to the kitchen.
well, all you could do was to cuddle back to caitlyn. and you didn't find it in you to complain.
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