bbf!ellie covering your mouth to hide your whimpers, her other hand dug deep between your thighs and rubbing you ever so gently. “shhh, baby… we gotta stay quiet,” you could feel her breath fanning your ear, her lips already brushing against it. if it wasn’t for her suppressing your moans, you’d probably have half the world banging at your door, the first people in line probably being everyone else in the house.
your relationship— situationship? something along those lines, it was a mess. from long stares across the room to passionate kissing… to her fingers being knuckle-deep inside of you. everything was a mess. everything was confusing. but you knew one thing for damn sure: never to let your brother find out.
“fuck, ellie,” you tried to mutter out under her hand, “don’t leave anymore marks.” well, that was a first for you. it’s better to be cautious, though. last time she marked up your neck, you had to pull out the ‘curling wand’ card, even then, it was just barely believable. she stifled out a laugh at your words, continuing to drag her teeth along your neck. her body molding into yours, pressing up against you while also pressing you up against the wall.
“s’pretty. how could i stay away from you?” you could feel her lips on your neck. soft. warm. wet. god, just her kisses alone could have you chasing a climax. her nipples peeking out from an old high-school t-shirt that wrapped loosely around her body and you can only imagine how wet she is under those plaid briefs. while your mind wanders, her touch gets hotter on your skin. her fingers dipped between your folds, her other hand pressing even tighter against your lips, letting no more noises come out of you.
her lips had a mind of their own, attacking your neck with her teeth just barely biting on your delicate skin. “i’ll be gentle with you, baby. you know i always am.” she knew what she was doing. she kept you nice and quiet, all pretty and pathetic under her power. she knew how to make you crumble. make you cum. she knew what you loved and what you hated. and she definitely heard you tell her no marks.
“e-ellie…” a quiet moan barely escaped as you felt her teeth sink in, “mmph— shit.” it was all so much. the rhythm of her fingers growing faster, teeth sinking deeper into your neck, her front pressed up right against your ass. she was so close and yet you were even closer.
“mhmm. you’re s’good for me. always lettin’ me fuck you whenever i want,” she finally raised her head up to whisper into your ear, “anytime, anywhere, all the fuckin’ time, huh?” grunting against the back of your head, breathing heavier. “s’fucking good to me.”
TAGLIST | KINKTOBER: @lewd-alien @greysontheidiot @jolyne @sapphic-ovaries @prwttiestbunny @visobsession @kiki5gigi @thesevi0lentdelights @femininologies | this is for @clairoscharm ily
“Drop it,” you hear from behind, a steady, robotic command cutting through the silence, ordering you to release the small blade clenched in your hand. “So obedient now, aren’t we?” Another figure steps closer, hands gripping your arms just above the elbows, holding you firm. You struggle, twisting and squirming to break free, but your efforts are useless. “Come on, pretty girl, make this easy, would you?” Their voice drips with amusement as they slide a mask over your face. Darkness closes in, leaving you with only faint, blurry shapes.
“Lay her down,” commands the first voice, steady and in control. You hear the door shut, the lock clicking into place as you stumble awkwardly, guided back to the mattress you’d been on just moments before. You’d only been doing your job—a special request, yes, but nothing unusual—until she’d walked in. Tall, tanned, with her hair in a messy bun and a body honed to perfection. Her hands on your hips, firm and cold, had made you forget everything but the way she looked at you with those warm, shining eyes, her lips plump and inviting.
The sound of movement snaps you back to the present, and you feel the weight pressing against your back, pinning you down. A metallic click and the chill of handcuffs bite into your wrists, leaving no room to fight. “Be a good girl and do what we say,” the other voice demands, a gun pressing to your temple. They flip you over, forcing you into a seated position, and as the mask is pulled from your face, you hear your name spoken, taunting.
“The fuck—” you start, but Caitlyn silences you with a calculated glare, her gun aimed right between your collarbones. “You owe us,” Vi purrs, her head tilting as she watches with a playful smirk. You glance at Caitlyn, hoping for some sense of restraint or reason, but all you find is her finger poised on the trigger, pointed directly at your heart. "Open."
Your breath raises the gun up and down whole you try to think of anything to do, but it only ends with your legs wide open for them. Vi's hands are fast over your legs, barely touching your inner thighs as she makes space for her to fit between your legs. Caitlyn’s nails dig into your skin as she pushes you into the matresss.
You feel the cold and harsh of the gun between your thighs, they exchange the handle quickly before Caitlyn can take off her mask. Her hair is made into a messy bun that quickly fades to let her hair cascade on the sides of her face. "Oh- Fuck-" Caitlyn is quick to shush you, her finger between your lips and her eyebrows into a subtle raise to warn you. The tip of the gun makes enough friction over your clit you make you buck your hips closer. "Look at that..." Caitlyn’s attention was brought to your pussy, Vi's hands occupied with her gun, glistening with your wet. "Go on." she nods to you. "Just like that... so pretty." the tone lowers just the slightest, not enough to become a whisper.
You hump at your own rithym, watching on your side the tall figure sitting on a couch next to you. Her legs open wide as she manspreads and her black cloves disappear under her arms as she crosses them.
Vi kneels properly, opening your legs wider and adding enough pressure on your knees with both her elbows to keep you stay still. Your mouth opens enough to let out quiet whines, little prayers to give them the full show you'd give- just this time a bit too real.
"Stop- mhm." Caitlyn commands again, exchanging a quiet communication with Vi who's quick on standing and burning the black robe covering her toned body up enough to let the strap peek through. "You ready baby? yeah, you are... oh fuck-" her hands grip tightly behind your thighs, spreading your pussy apart to fill you in with the length of her cock. It slides in with so much ease, and the sight is as obscene as the wet of it.
Caitlyn stands up again, her boots loud against the floor with each step closer she gives. Her hands come to pick at her gun, a proud on her face as she notices the wet.
She makes her way in between, her lips pressing into Vi's with disgusting fervor and tender- just like only she could. Her fingers hover over her gloves as she takes them off, tossing them next to you along the weapon. The cold of her digits cup Vi's cheek bones into small circles, rubbed in a comfort one could only get from the Kiramman. And you stare, hoping to touch, to be part of it- but it doesn't happen and you just have to wait with the bruising grip on your thighs and the strap barely moving inside you.
"Doing so good..." Vi's eyes turn into puppy- like at the praise, which only makes Caitlyn prouder, hungrier. She steps behind, holding her tits over the fabric while her other hand slips over your clit to rub small circles over. She's got you both a mess for her with little nothings and gentle brushes.
Vi thrusts her hips slowly, humping against caitlyn as she does. Her nipples are ridiculously sensitive and the strap hits her clit just right. Withing each thrust you whine too, and fuck it drives them insane.
You'll truly do anything they ask, after all you do owe them, more than one.
"Yeah? that feels good?" Kiramman mocked you both, a grin on her face before she sucked on Vi's neck who was already staring to whine, one of her hands coming to your breasts while the other kept steady behind your leg, holding it up and sprayed for her to admire at your pussy.
You were overwhelmingly stimulated. Nipples sensitive under the pinching touch of Vi. Your clit kissed by the pads of Caitlyns fingers and your walls clenching deliciously tight around Vi's cock. And the sight in front of you so pretty. Dark eyes closed shut, nipples that were seen through the black fabric, teeth holding it to let the smallest sight of her toned abdomen while Caitlyn kissed on the gentle skin, never moving her eyes from you.
"Good girl." She whispered to Vi before leaving her side to come to you. Your pussy now only for Vi to take.
"Open, just like that." and you were sucking on her fingers- gagging at it. “gets tighter when she's scared.” Vi managed to breathe while she sinked inside you, holding your hips in place as the fabric fell over your bodies. "Oh I know..." The blue haired purred, admiring how good you took her, how pretty the saliva dripped on her fingers as she trusted at a slower speed than Vi.
"We've tried so hard to be gentle for you, but you just have to be fucking insistent, mhm? think you can hide for long and pretend you've got this on your own?” Caitlyn’s fingers rubbed on your clit, overstimulating your drenched pussy. You shocked your head with desperation, gagging mid way as she sinked her fingers deeper inside you. Vi's thrusts became deeper and harsher too. "You belong to us, to me. Remember that."
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, wlw, thigh riding, high sex, inexperienced!reader, lotsa kissing, reader has to be quiet, ellie n reader share a joint, dina mentioned, ellie and dina are not together
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — been thinkin bout my wife lately n this came to me in a dream (i think this is genuinely the fourth (?) thigh riding high sex drabble ive written and posted can you tell im curious about a specific scenario..? 😕)
parties were never your scene.
it didn’t matter if it was a room full of strangers or your closest friends, you could only stand them for so long before you needed to escape. much like you were doing now.
you could hear the buzz of the party underneath where you sat on your windowsill, overlooking the commune with a joint between your fingers. chatter from a few handfuls of people gathered in your family’s living room floated up from below. you didn’t even know what is was for and you didn’t need to know.
you stopped trying to remember half the blunt ago, feeling that warm fuzzy calmness beginning to kick in. the rest of it laid in your homemade ashtray, and you made a mental note to get some more from dina soon. it would be forgotten in a minute, though.
the sound of your bedroom door swinging open nearly made you fall off of the thin sill you were balancing on. for a moment you sobered up, thinking it was your parents coming to nag you about your disappearance. but you calmed when you saw who it was.
ellie williams. that girl that showed up with tommy miller’s brother a few years back. you didn’t know much about her except what dina told you. only talked to her a couple of times. enough to learn a few things about her: her name was ellie, she was a little awkward, and she liked to smoke.
“oh, i’m sorry—” ellie froze when she realized it was you and her tense demeanor softened. “what’re you doing up here?” she asked timidly, like she was testing the waters with you.
you blinked at her, then very quickly scanned the walls of your own bedroom. ellie suddenly started to backtrack, asking why you weren’t downstairs with your family. you let her, silently debating on asking her to join you. “don’t like crowds much. you?” you were talking a little faster than you could think.
ellie smiled a little and tucked her short hair behind her ear. “me neither. i was looking for the bathroom, i need a break.”
a brief, awkward silence followed before you realized she was waiting for you to invite her into your room. “oh, i’m sorry, did you wanna..?” you gestured to the tray at your side.
she questioned the sincerity behind your invitation, but nodded nonetheless. you shifted to give her space on the windowsill. your back was propped on one side of the frame and ellie was opposite you, seated on the cushioned bench just a little lower than you.
you held your lighter up to the dwindling blunt between her lips, watching her face as she took a long drag from it. she caught you staring as she blew the smoke out towards the window. “what’s up?” she cocked her head.
you shook yours. “why’d you come if you hate crowds so much?” you shifted the topic, looking at her with a teasing grin.
ellie huffed out a laugh. “i could ask you the same thing, but technically you’re hosting this one.” she joked. “joel wanted me to come. said it’d ‘do me some good to get out of my room.’ whatever that means.”
“doesn’t everyone’s parents tell them that?” you replied playfully, shaking your head when you remembered all of the times your father had told you the same thing before dragging you to a gathering. when you met ellie’s eyes, you noticed she was a little uneasy. then you remembered that joel wasn’t her father.
“shit, i’m sorry—”
“don’t worry about it. everyone thinks he’s my dad at some point.” she brushed it off, but you could tell she wanted to drop it. her eyes wandered up towards the night sky and stayed there for a while.
for a few silent minutes, she dwindled the joint down to almost nothing before you spoke up again. it wasn’t because you felt like you had to, but because you were genuinely interested in her all of a sudden.
“so how do you know dina?”
the question made ellie stumble on a hit, coughing a few times before mustering a strangled, “what?”
truthfully, you had heard from dina and a few other people that she and ellie were a bit of a thing. but that depended on how dina felt. both about her and jessie, the guy she had gotten with before ellie.
it was a complicated situation that you often heard only the tail ends of, but you found you wanted to hear ellie’s version.
part of you knew your question was personally motivated, too. it was undeniable that ellie was a beautiful woman. you remained outside of the dating scene for as long as you could, but something about ellie made you wonder about what that scene was like.
“you and dina.” you prompted once more, stealing the joint from between ellie’s fingers for a quick hit.
“ah, shit,” ellie cursed under her breath when she realized it was kicking in faster than she expected it to. “we’re friends. she’s pretty cool. aren’t you friends with her, too?” she deflected the question back onto you.
“yeah, just haven’t seen her in a minute.” you lied with a shrug. “do you like her?” you pulled one knee to your chest and tore away from her gaze, like you were scared of the answer.
ellie eyed you curiously. “did she ask you to interrogate me or something?” the girl asked you, though her words were lighthearted. you laughed softly along with her.
“no, but…” you trailed off, suddenly wondering if ellie thought you were being too weird. so you lowered your head against your knee and started pretending to stargaze. “sorry, i shouldn’t have asked.” you cursed yourself mentally. zero for two. one more and you were out.
ellie sat up and laid her hand comfortingly on your outstretched leg. “nah, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” her fingertips drummed against your knee while she thought. “i used to like her. i’m not really sure now, but she’s a good friend. we still hang out and stuff. why do you ask?” her tone was much gentler now.
you could hardly focus with her palm on your shin. you weren’t sure if it was intentional or she hadn’t realized herself yet, but you didn’t want her to move. she caught your eye eventually and it forced you to think of something.
“i’m not sure how to tell if i like somebody. or… how to tell them, i guess. her. tell her.” part of you hoped she would understand what you were trying to say.
but instead she blinked, eyebrows furrowing as she processed the information. “i mean, i don’t know if i’m much help. it just kinda… happened back then. have you talked to her?”
“yeah, but—”
“kissed her?”
your eyes went wide at the question and your face surely flushed a deep shade of red. ellie burst out laughing, tucking your leg underneath her arm and wrapping her hand around your hip.
she was touchy when she was high. if she even was. maybe she was just comfortable around you, you thought.
“i’m kidding, you don’t look the type.”
now it was your turn to giggle, reaching forward to swat at her shoulder. “oh, and what type do i look like? jackass.” the two of you giggled, the atmosphere growing nice and comfortable.
eventually the joint died out and the two of you retreated to your bed, deciding it was getting too cold to be sitting by the window now. the party was still pretty lively downstairs and joel had yet to come searching for ellie, so you found things to talk about to pass time.
the conversation twisted and turned, but wound up to your little crush on a mystery girl. ellie was curious as to who it was, but you weren’t going to budge.
“i’ve never really kissed anybody before. maybe i am whatever type you think i am.” you mumbled, smiling at the girl laying beside you.
she didn’t quite reciprocate it, her lips parting when she registered what you said. “you’ve never kissed anybody? ever?” her shock was embarrassing to you, if not slightly demeaning.
you sheepishly shook your head. ellie propped herself onto her elbow and stared at you. “i don’t believe you.”
“what do you mean you don’t believe me,” you laughed nervously, “why would i lie about being a virgin? if anything, i would be lying about having slept with the whole town.”
ellie giggled against a genuine wince at the thought of that. “i guess you’re right, but… i dunno,” she paused, her grin stretching wider like she was debating on saying something she shouldn’t. the girl plopped back down onto your pillow. “i always thought you were too pretty to not have had your first kiss.”
silence possessed you for a long while. it felt like years ticked by in that pause, and you could feel ellie shifting nervously beside you. but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her.
were you so high that you’d hallucinated that? or did she actually say that to you?”
“what… what do you..?” it was like your brain had been overloaded. you couldn’t form a thought or a coherent sentence.
ellie hurried to interrupt you before you could go any further. “i’m really sorry, i don’t know why i said that.” she pinched the bridge of her nose and scoffed at herself, unaware of the way you were staring at the side of her face.
“ellie.” the one word your scrambled brain allowed you to say, and it came out loud and clear. ellie froze beside you. she refused to turn, scared that you were going to kick her out or worse. “ellie, look at me.” you said, this time much softer and with a sense of urgency that gave ellie chills.
slowly, the girl turned to face you. neither of you knew what to do. you risked taking what she said the wrong way and screwing things up. she risked offending you and that crush that you had on whoever.
but, naturally, before you could process your options you had scooted up to her side and pressed your lips to hers. it was brief and chaste, but it was the spark that set everything off.
when you pulled away and registered your own actions, you went to apologize and get as far away from her as possible. but before you could get a single syllable out, ellie’s fist grasped the fabric of your t-shirt and pulled you down into another kiss.
this one was much more than the last one. you followed her skillful lead, sighing when she deepened the kiss by slipping her tongue into your mouth. you put your trembling hands against her chest, sliding them up to the base of her jaw. you swore you heard the softest moan in her throat.
you knew you needed air but you’d rather die than pull away from her at that point. all you wanted was her. it was insatiable.
her hands were planted at your hips, guiding you into her lap. your ass rested against the tops of her thighs, straddling her waist. that was when she chose to pull away, her forehead resting against yours while you caught your breath.
“not bad for your first time.” she mumbled. “you okay?”
“mhm,” you hummed shakily, already eager to kiss her again. you swore you could get high off of that alone.
but ellie’s hand pressed against your collarbone, stopping you. “easy, easy.” she grinned. “you sure you wanna keep going? you don’t have to.”
you nodded, not trusting your own voice this time.
she seemed to like this side of you. needy and completely malleable in her hands. “what do you want?” she asked softly. “i need to hear you say it.” it wasn’t meant to be cruel, but it felt that way when the embarrassment started to creep into your face.
“i…” you didn’t recognize yourself, it was like you were possessed. you’d never heard your own voice sound so timid and tiny. “i want you to make me feel good. please.”
even ellie looked stunned by your confidence, as shaky as it was. her eyes wandered towards your door. they lingered on the lock and she chewed on her bottom lip for a second.
“sit up.” she instructed. you complied without hesitation, allowing her room to peel off her grey hoodie. you weren’t sure if you were supposed to do the same until she started to untie your tiny pajama shorts. “take these off for me?”
you nodded, shifting only so you could slide them off of your legs and toss them onto your bedroom floor while she undid her jeans. but when you went to reclaim your spot in her lap, ellie guided your legs to straddle only one of her thighs, her other leg wrapped around your hip.
confused, you gave her a questioning glance. “trust me, okay?” she laid back and adjusted herself so that her thigh met your clothed pussy. the gasp you let out made her tilt her head warningly. “you’re gonna have to be quiet, think you can do that?”
right, the party. the party where many people in town were gathered in your living room per your parents’ invitation. the thought of them hearing you from all the way down there made your stomach turn.
“okay.” you whispered. you lowered yourself over her and captured her in a deep kiss, slowly getting the hang of it. her hands traced down your sides until they reached your hips. that was when she started to tense the thigh that you straddled.
you gasped sharply against her lips, though it was muffled with ellie’s tongue in your mouth. it melted into a moan when you allowed her hands to guide your body. you ground down onto her muscular thigh, the sensation foreign but one that you could certainly get used to.
it started out slow and gentle but soon you were setting the pace to fit your seemingly unending need for her. you would pull away every so often to catch your breath, and ellie would use that to latch onto your neck.
“shit, that’s it.” she mumbled breathlessly. your cries were getting a bit too loud for her comfort and she pulled you down into another messy kiss.
she could tell by the way your pace was getting sloppier that you were already close. a small part of her was flattered that she could get you this worked up. you held onto her like she’d vanish if you let go. ellie did the same, her fingers digging into your soft skin underneath your shirt.
“fuck, i…” you trailed off, biting back a particularly loud moan. “i can’t.”
“you’re okay,” ellie’s hands dropped to your hips and started guiding you. “i got you.”
your forehead rested against her collarbone while you rode out your orgasm. ellie couldn’t get enough of your soft, undeniably strained moans and whimpers while you came and she wondered what you sounded like when you weren’t holding back.
once you started to go still against her she gently nudged your forehead. “still with me?” she asked.
“fuck,” you huffed under your breath as you lifted yourself upright. “yeah, i’m still here.” you met her green eyes, still hooded with arousal. the two of you started laughing when a strange silence lingered, but you weren’t so quick to pull away.
her thumbs were still rubbing circles into your sides and you were sure she was going to kiss you again with how intensely she was staring at your swollen lips. but she resisted with a stubborn little groan.
“it’s getting late, joel’s gonna come looking for me.” she said dejectedly. rejection shone in your eyes and you hurried to get out of her lap. she caught your hand before you could get too far from her. “i have another joint at mine if you wanna come over after the party ends.”
a smile slowly spread across your lips. “i’d like that.”
pairing: best friend!ellie williams x fem!reader (set in the jackson era)
description: you and ellie have been friends for awhile. while at a party for tommy’s birthday, you try to catch the attention of your crushes. sadly, they are all over each other. in a childish effort to get them to pay attention, you two try to make them jealous. 'cause that always ends the way you think, right?
word count: 3.3k words
warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, smut, wlw, f!receiving oral (reader), fingering, jealousy, semi-public sex, dirty talk, tons of nicknames, no mentions of reader's appearance. talks of sexuality, but it's vague. reader wants to fuck whoever, it doesn't matter lol. let me know if I missed anything!
author's note: I wrote this after watching one too many ellie edits on tik tok. it was written in two hours, so it's not my finest work but it scratched my little ellie itch. okay, much love xoxoxoxxo
“So… you really like Dina, huh?”
Her face twists immediately at the question. She throws herself back in the wooden chair, cursing under her breath. Her arms cross over her chest, her t-shirt riding up a bit above her jeans.
You saw the way Ellie looked at Dina. She looks at her like she hung the moon. She was always fumbling over her words around her, nervous to say the wrong thing. When she did try to flirt, it came up awkward and strained. And you understood her predicament because you were the same way about Jesse.
You both were pining after two people in a committed relationship.
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” She mumbles, gesturing towards the center of the room where Dina and Jesse slow danced. He was leaning down to whisper something in her ear and it made your stomach flip. “She would never go for me.”
You felt bad for Ellie. She was everything you wished you were yourself; beautiful and funny. You felt like you were the only one, besides the Millers, who got her dry humor. You two had met in class about two years ago, now. You were a newcomer to Jackson, arriving about two months prior with your mom. When you got seated next to Ellie, you could tell her give-no-fucks attitude would mesh well with your give-too-many-fucks attitude. Over the years, you two had really rubbed off one another. You two were inseparable.
“You’re the whole package, Els,” You say before nudging her shoulder with your elbow. You two are moping at a table near the exit of the food hall. It was Tommy’s birthday celebration, so everyone in Jackson got together to plan a big bash for him. Ellie felt obligated to come and your mom was pretty close to Maria. More time spent with your best friend wasn’t time wasted, so here you are.
“At least she shows you the time of day,” You say under your breath.
Jesse had been pretty flippant with you. He could never remember your name, let alone that you two shared the same street in Jackson. You also once shared a table at the mess hall. He was so tall and strong. Your crush on him was more physical than it was emotional. He was funny, sure, but you mainly just wanted to get him alone.
“Why are we doing this to ourselves?” She ponders, finally looking away from the canoodling couple across the room, “We could do so much better!”
You know she’s just trying to convince herself of something she doesn’t really believe. The tone of her voice changes when she’s lying.
“Like who? Slim pickin’s out here, Ellie. We have them and maybe 4 other undesirable people. There’s always the butcher’s son, he always had eyes for you.”
She grabs her cup from the table in front of you, “Yeah, men are… not my type.”
You turn your body so your legs are nudging her thighs, “Then, you really don’t have any choices.”
She nods her lips in a thin line. “I wish I could just.. Just go up there and talk to her. Ya know?”
“Why can’t you?”
“The same reason you can’t just go up and talk to Jesse.”
You roll your eyes, leaning forward on your knees. Your body is practically in her bubble, but she just sits back with her arm over the back of your chair.
You and Ellie had no real boundaries. You had no qualms about physical touch and Ellie never said anything or seemed to mind. You two have shared a horse countless times and even a bed. She never steered away from you.
“Well, Dina will talk to you if she sees other girls talking to you,” you state, reflecting on the last time everyone in Jackson got together. Some random girl came up to you two and as soon as Dina saw Ellie laughing with the other girl, she scrambled across the room to see what the fuss was about. You saw the same glint in her eyes that Ellie had.
For some reason, it made you kind of jealous.
You never tried to explore those knee-jerk emotions you had for Ellie. She was your best friend and you were positive she never felt romantic feelings towards you. Plus, you weren’t sure of your feelings about your sexuality. You always told Ellie you just liked who you liked, not really putting any importance on what was between their legs. You weren’t very experienced, but you had hooked up with both genders and liked it all equally.
“That was a coincidence, bug.”
That stupid nickname that she called you. Born from the one time you practically attracted every infected in the area with your scream over a huge beetle. She could not let it go and ended up calling you bug, just to annoy you.
You finally look up at her freckled face, waiting for her to crack a smile. When you squint at her with contempt, she smirks.
“Why don’t we find another girl and test the theory?”
She glances around the populated party, “Everyone here is over the age of 40.”
You turn back to the crowd of people around you and see that she’s right.
You mull it over, your brain working to find a way that you both could get their attention. You two could simply say fuck it and go watch a movie and forget this stupid encounter happened. Joel would probably chew Ellie out, but when doesn’t he do that?
Your next idea is something dangerous but something you had thought about before. You had never brought up the idea to Ellie because you were afraid of her reaction.
“What’s your idea?”
She could read you like a book. You pursed your lips, wondering if you should even propose the idea to her.
“How desperate are you?”
She laughs out loud, completely taken aback by the query. “Jesus, what are you thinkin’?”
You lick your lips, trying to make sure the idea comes out as a whisper.
“Why don’t we make them jealous? Just you and me?”
“How though?”
You bite the inside of your cheek, “Well, I’m a girl.”
You glance back at where Dina and Jesse were just dancing. They are both now facing you two’s direction, Jesse engrossed in a conversation with Tommy. Dina is just sipping from her glass, not really staring anywhere specific.
You look back at Ellie who’s also looking at her, but meets your eyes when your face gets closer to hers.
You would tell her how beautiful she was all the time and she just would roll her eyes and change the subject. You were physically attracted to her and there had been a couple of times you had thought about kissing her and wondered what her lips would feel like against yours.
But she was your best friend.
“Wrap your arm over my back,” You are still positioned, your elbows on your knees, your knees facing her thighs, “And rub it.”
She furrows her eyebrows, but she submits and brings the arm that is slouched over the chair to your lower back. You nod, watching as her lids lower. Her hand creeps up and down your side, her fingers grazing your ribs, up to your side boob. “Now what, bug?”
“Now, slowly move your hand up my back,” She does it as you’re speaking and the movement makes the hairs on your arms stand up, “Grab the nape of my neck.”
“Why are you making me do this?”
You lift up off your hands, bringing your face closer to hers. She doesn’t budge, sitting still and only focused on you and your words.
“Because,” Her hand grabs the back of your neck, before slowly bringing it forward to collar bone. The gentleness of her touch and the fact that it’s your Ellie, makes every sense heightened. You don’t even realize how her touch is making you feel until you see her crack a smile.
“Because why?” She whispers, her voice teasing.
“Cause I want them to see you touch me.”
It comes out needy and desperate. Her eyes change when it slips from your lips, instead of being playful, she’s looking at you like you’re her next meal. She leans forward, her face millimeters from yours.
You had never talked to Ellie like this but at this moment, you were completely transfixed on her. She was wearing a flannel over her shoulders covering her usual gray t-shirt. The sleeves were rolled up exposing the tattoo Cat did on her a year ago.
You always thought it was hot, the way it trailed up her arm from her delicate wrist.
Her jeans are ripped and her legs and man-spreaded like she was carrying something in her jeans.
And she smelled like pine. You loved it when you got the privilege to sleep next to her because her linens always smelled like her. You would love the idea of getting into bed with her right now.
“How do you want me to touch you?”
You chew the inside of your lip, “Any way you want to.”
She chuckles before brushing her hand down your exposed arm, “Is this for the bit or do you want me to genuinely touch you?”
You notice her being sincere. You think back to all the times you joked about sleeping with Ellie, and while at the time you chalked them up to being jokes, deep down, maybe it’s actually what you wanted.
With the way she’s looking at you now, you prayed on every star that she would continue pushing your buttons. That somehow she would forget Dina even exists and realize it was you all along.
“Hey guys,” Her voice brings you out of your horny daze. It was the last voice you were expecting, and you can tell by the look on Ellie’s face, she is thinking the same thing.
“Oh, hey Dina!” You quip up, not moving all the much to ensure she sees Ellie’s hand on your bicep.
“You two busy?” The way she asks is almost too demanding. You glance back over at Ellie whose color is draining from her face.
You shake your head, finally sitting up. Ellie’s hand doesn’t leave you though, instead, it just drops to your thigh. You try not to acknowledge it, as you notice Jesse coming up behind Dina. But now it feels so heavy against your legs, the weight of the situation finally hitting you.
It worked.
“We are just talking,” Ellie manages, her voice cracking.
Jesse comes up behind Dina, wrapping his arms around her. You’re suddenly grateful that Ellie’s hand is still on you, the jitters hitting your system subsiding by the physical feeling of her being so near.
“Looked like more than that,” Jesse jokes, his smile taking up a lot of his face, “You good Ellie?”
“Ellie was just telling me about the patrol she just went on with Jesse,” You explain quickly, making sure to look at Dina and not Jesse. “She told me about the infected y’all ran into!”
“Oh yeah, shit was crazy,” Jesse squeezes Dina tighter, “We gotta get back out there again, Ellie. You were a beast at taking those suckers down.”
“U-uh yeah, absolutely.”
You grab her hand as a reassurance. The exchange gets awkward quickly, none of you knowing what else to say.
“Well, we should get goin’,” Dina says tapping Jesse’s arms, “See you two around?”
You two just nod. They walk away, not saying much of anything else. You stare at the wall, humiliated by the last 10 minutes of your life. You were unsure if you could even look Ellie in the eyes again.
Ellie huffs loudly, sitting further back in her chair. “Well, that failed.”
You start to agree until that little bit of Ellie that’s rubbed off on you starts to come up your throat. The not-giving-much-of-a-fuck is creeping up on you.
“Did it? Because I think it went exactly how I wanted it to.”
You finally return your eyes to her bewildered expression. You pull her hand off your lap as you stand up, yanking her up after you.
“You wanted it to go like that? What was the point?”
You pull her closer to you before raising your lips up to her ear. Her hair is tucked behind the crest of her ear, so it tickles your nose a bit before you speak.
She turned you on, so now you needed her to do something about it. Here’s to not giving a fuck.
“The point was to get you to finally touch me.”
The temperature in the room rises a million degrees. Ellie’s eyes light up at the statement and you know that was exactly what she wanted to hear before Dina came up to you.
You start to pull her towards the kitchen door, right near your table. You remember finding a hidden supply closet back there last Christmas party. Your skin was on fire as you dragged her through the appliances to the somewhat large closet. It was practically empty, void of anything anyone at the party may need, so it was safe. Plus it had a lock.
As soon as the door shuts behind her, Ellie’s on you. Her lips hit yours and it was exactly how you imagined it. She was quick and eager with her kisses, her tongue plunging into your mouth immediately. She was grabbing your hips, pushing you towards the wall where all the brooms and mops were. You try not to trip, giggling as you pull her face closer to you.
“So this is what you wanted?” She pulls away from you for a breath, “Using making Dina jealous as a ploy to get to finally kiss you?”
Your hands find the spot above the hem of her jeans, right under her t-shirt. Out of instinct, you start to unbutton her pants.
“Actually, that wasn’t the plan.”
Her eyes are trained on your lips, “Is that so?”
“No, but you were playing the part way too well and I realized something.”
“What did you realize?”
The overhead light was so dim but you could still somehow see her cute freckles.
“That I want you more than I want anyone else. I need you to touch me more often.”
She chuckles, her fingers still pressed into your hips, “Well, bug, I’m touching you just like you asked.”
She drags kisses up your jaw and neck. You try not to fall apart over that alone. Ellie always talked about how inexperienced she was, but she’s probably the most tentative kisser you have ever encountered.
“Can you touch me here?”
You press your hands to the zip of your jeans. She looks down at your body to where you’re touching and she clicks her tongue.
“Ask politely, baby, and I’ll do anything you want.”
The nickname change makes your heart stop.
“Can you, my sweet best friend, touch me and get me off? Please?”
She groans at the question, a sound you never thought she’d make for you.
“Of course,” She grabs the belt loops of your pants before yanking them down your legs without resistance, “What are friends for?”
You know you’re soaked by the way she smiles up at you. She gets down on her knees, looking up at you, as her hands slowly start to spread your legs. You are standing against a wall, watching your best friend’s face creep close to your center.
It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. She pulls at your panties, toying with the fabric before you take matters into your own hands and pull them down your legs.
She brings her lower lip between her teeth, “This wet for me?”
You could slap the stupid smirk off her face, but before you can even say something snarky back, she slips her digits between your glistening slit. Your body practically buckles at the prodding, so you brace yourself against the shelf next to you.
Your normal reaction to feeling good is to close your legs together tightly, but Ellie has her left hand mounted to your inner thigh, keeping you open for her, while the other one is slowly creeping up to your weeping hole. She’s gentle when she puts one finger inside you.
Once your body reacts around her, she pulls her finger out to inspect how wet you are. After she’s satisfied with her findings, she adds another which causes you to mewl at the sensation.
“Ellie, please,” You beg, trying to get more friction. She’s not letting you do anything but watch.
“Mmm,” She hums before moving her face closer to you, “Love to hear you moan my name, bug. You wanna be a good girl? Keep begging.”
You never took Ellie as someone who loves to hear her sexual partner beg, but it turns you on even more.
You watch her close in on your clit, her tongue finding the bud and flicking it a couple of times. The moans that come out of your mouth are so deprived. Her fingers slip so seamlessly in and out of you, that you try to remember a time you were so wet. Nothing comes to mind because all your brain is thinking is Ellie, Ellie, Ellie.
“Please, please,” you plead, trying your best to egg her on so she goes faster. It works because she picks up the pace fucking you. Her mouth suddenly closes around your clit, and she sucks.
Your one hand is still gripping onto whatever is next to you, but your other hand has to rest somewhere. Her short brown locks are right there, so you grab on.
Her mouth leaves your clit, and instead, her tongue licks up and down your weeping hole. When you bring her closer in, her nose starts to stimulate your sensitive bud.
The sounds are so wet and depraved, you’re sure the bubbling in your stomach is about to come to a tipping point. You find yourself grinding forward, trying to get friction on your clit again. Her nose prods the spot over and over again as you grind down onto her face.
Ellie hums as she fucks you, trying her best to push your limit. You know you’re close and you are sure she can feel how tight your pussy is gripping onto her fingers. She knows you’re close so she kicks it up a notch and shakes her head between your folds. That motion alone sends a tidal wave within you crashing to the shore. You pull her hair so hard, you know it probably hurts but fuck, you needed her to feel how good she was making you feel.
The white-hot feeling starts to subside and you are panting like you just ran a mile. You finally release Ellie’s head, letting her come up for air. Her lips are saturated with your slick and it looks like she’s drunk on you by the way her eyes are half shut. She pulls her two fingers out of your tight hole, making you whine at the emptiness.
She stands up, bringing her two fingers up to your lips.
“Wanna see how good you taste?”
She’s so fucking dirty. It gets you so riled up.
You grab onto her wrist and bring the fingers up to your mouth. You suck them dry, giving into how absurd this is.
“You’re a freak, too,” She beams at you, before bringing you into another feverish kiss. You were so mesmerized by her. She grabs onto your hips, pulling your naked bottom half to her still-clothed legs.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” You grumble, still recovering from the drilling you just had. Her hands travel up your sides, under your t-shirt. She is holding onto your ribcage, looking at your exposed tummy as the shirt rides up.
“I didn’t think you’d go for me, especially when guys like Jesse are your type,” She explains, so enthralled by the way your body looks to her, “I don’t know if I can let him have you, now.”
You smirk, your hands twisting around her shoulders, “Oh, I see. Well, if he can’t have me, then Dina can’t have you.”
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warnings: MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ty!!! abusive relationship mentioned, reader's bf is a cheating asshole, calls her names, makes comments about weight, talks of cheating, some lowkey cheating from reader, sharing clothes with ellie, ellie is 18+ but her age not specified, talks of hardly eating food at dinner, reader is a bit confused with her sexuality and wants to explore (which is fine!!! and normal!!!), wlw relations, pussy eating, fingering, tribbing, tattoos? lots of tattoos, dirty talk, reader being a bit desperate, getting caught (but not really), mentions of a strap, men being drunk and stupid. that's it. I think.
description: when you get the chance to meet your asshole boyfriend’s family, you take a liking to his sister, ellie. when a conversation about her tattoos turns into talks of what you’re really into, you can’t help but want to explore it more.
author’s note: hi girls, gays, and theys! I am so happy to be bringing this request to you. it was an anon request from july and I just suck at getting my life together to actually write. but here we are. FYI, I don't condone this behavior or cheating. anyway I hope you enjoy. I will also be putting this on my ao3 soon, so if you see it there, don't worry, it's just me (;
“You gotta chill, babe. Your anxiety is giving me anxiety.”
He was never very good with comforting you, so you bite back your snappy comment and just fake a smile.
You had been dating your boyfriend Matt for almost a year. You two met in your college biology class and really bonded over your love for folk music and Greek food. He had kind eyes, mousy brown hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen.
At first, you thought this was the best relationship you ever could ask for, but Matt grew distant after four months together. You didn’t know why, but his temper had shown itself one too many times. He fought with you constantly. He was quite jealous. You could never be seen with another boy without accusations of cheating. But every time you two argued, he always came back with an apology and a bouquet of flowers. You could not help but believe you could fix him.
It had been 10 months, you had to brave meeting his family. Unlike you, his family lived two towns over and he visited them quite often. He was close to his younger brother and mom, so he made a point to see them as much as he could.
He brought up the idea of meeting them back around the holidays, but you were planning to board a flight and visit your family across the country. He understood but was pretty disappointed you could not try his mom’s infamous pumpkin pie.
You had no excuse when summer came. So here you are, standing with him at his childhood home’s front door as he scrambled to find his keys.
You were sporting something more dressed up than your normal. Matt loved this one black dress on you, so you decided to wear that with some cute flats. You were sorely regretting the shoe decision, the pointed-toed shoes squeezed your big toe and the arch was not high enough to be comfortable.
He unlocks the deadbolt and the red door jolts open. You are instantly met with the scent of BBQ and cornbread. His childhood is cozy and lived in. The entrance is lined with shoes, everything from high heels to sneakers that have run through countless puddles. It was a sigh of relief, they were a no-shoes in the house family. You kick off your uncomfortable shoes, holding on to Matt’s shoulder for balance.
His mom is the first one to enter the hallway to meet you two at the door. She is quite beautiful, her hair darker than Matt’s. She was shorter, wearing a nice blouse and jeans. She welcomes you both with a bear hug and cheers of excitement. When she pulls you out of the embrace, she gets a better look at you.
“You are more beautiful in person, pictures do not do your gorgeous smile justice,” She remarks, squeezing your hands.
You shake your head, trying your best not to let out that you are beyond nervous about this entire encounter. “You are too kind, thank you so much for hosting us.”
“Come meet the crew!”
Matt eyes meet yours, noticing how tense you are. You had hoped for him to hold your hand and guide you through this experience, but instead he just nudges you with his shoulder. He brushes by, heading after his mom.
The hallway opens into a kitchen and living room, which is littered with random strangers who, in some way, resemble your boyfriend.
His brother, Collin, stands up first from the barstools, racing over to your boyfriend to dap him up. When he glances your way, you just smile and introduce yourself. He extends his hand to shake yours, which you gladly accept.
His dad is next to stand up from a recliner in the living room. He makes your acquaintance quickly, telling you he’s so glad to finally meet you after months of hearing all about you.
When he moves away from in front of you, she comes into focus. You had not even noticed her sitting on the couch across the room.
She’s slender, her dark locks framing her chiseled jawline. She looks like Matt, but more like a person who belongs in a Renaissance painting. Her eyes are a more dimensional brown. She has freckles scattered around her pale complexion, which only added her beauty.
You do not realize you are gawking until Matt nudges you. “This is my sister, Ellie.”
You blink again, bringing your focus back to the situation. She extends her hand, and that’s when you take notice to her tattoo-filled arms. Her tank top raises a bit and you catch a glance of her midriff, exposing more tattoos littering her abdomen.
“Nice to meet ya. Heard plenty about you.”
You swallow, taking her hand and shaking it. “I hope good things.”
“No, I only tell her the worst things about you.”
Everyone giggles except you and Ellie. Luckily it is filling the room with enough noise to drown out your thoughts about your boyfriend’s beautiful sister.
Ellie rolls her eyes before whispering, “Don’t worry, it’s only ever good things, sweet cheeks.”
-
Matt’s dad loves to talk and you can tell it annoys Ellie. You were seated outside on their patio set, drinking some homemade lemonade Matt’s mom was adamant you had. He was helping her with all the sides that were still yet to be made, so you took up Ellie’s offer to check out the backyard space. You did not expect Matt’s dad to come with you two and tell you all about the flower beds he curated.
But you listened, smiling and nodding while sipping on your tart drink.
He got occupied with grilling, so you and Ellie were left on the couch near a very used and abused firepit.
You wait for her to say something. She was truly making you nervous, her eyes trailing you every so often.
“So, you and Matt met in science class?”
You finally look back at her wandering eyes, “Yeah, he was my biology partner.”
“Gotcha,” She leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees. You do not know what comes over you, but you cannot physically pull your eyes away from her arms as they flex. “You good?”
“I like your tattoos,” You barely manage to say, “They are… hot.”
You want to jump into the unlit firepit for that one.
No other adjective came to your horny mind? Really?
She giggles, enjoying watching you practically squirm under her gaze. “Thanks, dude. My ex girlfriend was a tattoo artist so I let her practice on me.”
You remember a moment about 5 months ago when Matt mentioned his sister being gay, but for some reason, you finally connect that duh it’s Ellie, you fucking idiot.
You also remember some choice words he had about her. You remember cringing when he called her a slur and said she could not keep a girl to save her life. You held your tongue and refused to reply.
“That’s awesome,” You scoot closer to her, bridging more of the gap between you two on the couch, “Which one is your favorite?”
She smiles at your intrusion into her space and questions. You realize you two are almost sizing each other up, right in front of her family, your boyfriend’s family. They could easily peek outside of the kitchen windows and see you two eye fucking each other. She leans back, her eyes tracing all the tattoos on her arms.
Then she laughs. A deep guttural laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing,” She brings her front teeth down on her bottom lip before speaking up again, “It’s a tattoo I can’t show you.”
“Why not?”
She looks towards the window, checking on her brother and mom. Her expression changes when she turns back to you.
“Because I’m not pulling my tits out in front of my family.”
Your pussy practically pulses when you hear her say it. What is wrong with you? You are dating her brother. What is wrong with you?!
“Your… boobs are tattooed?”
She nods slowly, bringing her one hand up to your bare exposed thigh, “Bet that shakes a sweet one like you to your core.”
The comment insinuates that you are an innocent little girl who knows nothing about the world. And sure Matt is your first real boyfriend. Sure he was the first person ever to eat you out because your high school crushes did not even know that was a thing. Sure you never have been sexually promiscuous. Sure you thought you were straight.
Sure.
But something inside you was crawling its way out. This small interaction with your asshole boyfriend’s sister was enough to send you into a spiral. You never gave a girl a chance so how were you supposed to know you did not like it?
“What if your family wasn’t around?”
Ellie is gobsmacked by your comment, her jaw practically hitting the floor. You can tell she realized she was flying too close to the sun. She pulls her hand away from your leg.
“You are my brother’s girlfriend. I am not going to be the one to corrupt you,” She states, scooting over a bit away from you. Your cheeks get flushed, instantly feeling embarrassed for asking such a question. But the more you sat in silence, the more you realized that you really did not care. The feelings Ellie made you feel within the last 10 minutes were more exciting than any feeling Matt had given you in 10 months.
You clear your throat, “Luckily for you, Ellie, you would not be the one to corrupt me. That has already been done.”
She looks at you quizzically, “Is that so?”
“Yeah, I may look sweet and innocent,” You creep in close to her, “But I am really a freak.”
Now you are just lying.
Before she can utter a word, Matt’s brother comes out to let you two know dinner was done. You hope and pray he didn’t take notice to how close you two were. Or how Ellie stared at your ass as you walked away.
-
You sit between Matt and Ellie at the table.
Every so often during the meal, you would place your hand on Matt’s leg. He would push you away, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. When the conversation came around to him, he would find a way to demean you and then continue blabbing about school or his internship.
You answered questions from his mom and dad, but you were sorely uninterested in them. But then the conversation comes around as to whether you two would be staying the night tonight. At this point, Matt had already had four beers, and you knew he probably would not want you driving his new Mustang.
“You can take Matt’s bed and he can sleep on the couch,” His mom suggests, indicating that you two would not be sleeping together. You understood that they were a bit more traditional, but you were not expecting to sleep in your boyfriend's childhood bed without him.
“That’s a great idea, Ma. We can stay, right?”
You look at the plate of practically untouched food in front of you. You just nod, finally saying, “As long as you give me some comfy sweatpants to wear.”
“Mine are all back at my apartment, but I’m sure Ellie has something you could borrow. Plus, you probably wouldn’t fit my sweatpants.”
Matt constantly made comments about your figure and how he could not share clothes with you. He refused to share his clothes with you, stating that you would not be able to squeeze into them and you also “left your scent on everything”.
God, he made you feel terrible about yourself.
Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you think about wearing Ellie’s clothes, though, and you completely drown out the separate conversation happening around the table. You feel a hand creep up your thigh, but it's not coming from the side you expect.
Her hand is so soft and delicate as it creeps up your leg. You cannot help but glance at her direction, catching her smiling over at you.
“Don’t worry, I got something you can wear.”
-
Dinner finishes up and Matt expresses that he wants to go for a round of drinks with his high school friends and brother at the local tavern down the street. He never asks if you want to go, telling you “It would just be high school friends that you don’t know, anyway.”
He tells you that his Mom and Ellie would get you all set up. He gives you a pat on the back, and heads to the door, right behind his brother. You watch him leave and almost breathe a sigh of relief.
When you turn back, you see his Mom already going upstairs.
“I’m gonna get your bed all set up and then I’m probably going to retire to my bed, too.” She states, slowly making her way up the wooden staircase.
You wanted to scream because this only meant one thing. You were alone with Ellie.
You follow her up the stairs and look around the hallway. She heads to the right and begins pointing at the only room with the light on. You didn’t even know that Ellie was upstairs.
“Have Ellie get you something to wear, I’ll make up your bed!”
The door swings open and Ellie stands there, having changed into her own bedtime clothes. And for fucks sake, she’s not making this easy for you.
She is sporting a tight white tank, no bra, and shorts that ride up to the very tops of her thighs. Her legs are tattooed as well, but not as much as her arms. There isn’t a touch of her freckled skin that isn’t marked with art. You can almost see through her shirt, making your mouth go dry.
“Let’s see what you fit into!”
She lets you into her space. Her room is decorated with posters of space and heavy metal bands. From the looks of one corner of her room, she’s an artist. She has different art styles, anywhere from charcoal to watercolors, littering a desk and her walls. It’s messy, but it’s not dirty. It smells like incense and clean laundry.
She walks over to her dresser, opens up the top drawer. Everything is neatly folded, which kind of surprises you.
“I have some sweatpants, shorts, boxers-“
“Sweatpants are fine,” You retort, not wanting her to list off anything else, “Do you have any t-shirts I could wear?”
“Well of course I do, sweet cheeks. What do you want, loose or tight?”
You stare at her dumbfounded. You know what she’s doing. And you hate yourself for liking it so much.
She pulls out a pair of navy blue sweatpants, still waiting for your reply.
“Loose.”
She starts to dig through another drawer when Matt’s mom pops her head in.
“It’s all set up for you, sweetheart. If you need anything, you let one of us know. I’m going to downstairs if you need me.”
You smile, thankfully. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Williams.”
“If she needs anything, I’m sure I could help her find her way,” Ellie says, absentmindedly. She pulls out a white t-shirt from her drawer and tosses it at you.
“Goodnight, girls!”
And then you two are alone. Ellie slowly saunters to her door and shuts it.
“You can get dressed here. Just make sure what I gave you fits.”
You silently turned your back to her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Can you unzip me?”
You are not even thinking straight. You are so caught up with being alone with the girl you have had weird sexual tension with. She walks over to you confidently, before grabbing the top of your black dress, which lands right at the middle of your back. She pulls down the zipper, ensuring it reaches the very end of its track.
The hairs on your back stand up in her wake. You breathe deeply, before shimmying the dress off your shoulders. You were wearing a bra, so you were just going to keep it on. You step out of the dress, leaving you in just underwear and the push-up bra Matt gifted you not too long ago.
You don’t turn to her, but she just comes around to your front, nonchalantly.
“Jesus Christ,” Ellie stammers, before plopping on her bed. You shakingly step into the sweatpants she gifted you to wear, unsure how to respond. You rack your brain trying to gain the confidence you had before dinner, but your mouth is dry and your brain is dazed from seeing Ellie in her pajamas.
You finally manage to glance up at her hungry eyes, smiling softly.
“I never knew I would be jealous of my brother.”
You swallow, “Jealous?”
“Yeah, he gets to have someone like you every night and I can’t even find someone worth hanging out with around here. Never thought a nerd like him would win over a woman like you.”
You are standing in the sweatpants and your bra, not able to digest her words completely. A woman like you?
“Your brother is sweet. And we don’t have sex every night.”
“Just sweet?” She steps a bit closer to you, “And I said nothing about sex, darling, I said he gets to have you.”
She is looking at you like you are her prey. You almost fell to your knees and begged her to put you out of your misery, but you resisted. Instead, she just stands up, trying to catch your nervous glances.
“H-he, uh, does what he can, when we d-do, yanno.”
Her fingers trace up your arm, her eyes trailing as she does it. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting for her response. She clicks her tongue a couple of times, shaking her head.
“I am sure he tries,” She sputters, standing back from you, “Do you even really like him?”
You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly snapping out of the situation you are currently in. You reflect for a moment.
Matt was an asshole but you sometimes enjoyed his company. He made you laugh on occasion. But deep down, you knew that he wasn’t made for you. He lacked emotional intelligence and made sure to put you down any chance he got. You had inklings he was talking to other girls and his friends were probably the most intolerable people on your college campus. And then there was that one time when the inklings were just.
The realization that you maybe didn’t like him made you sick. You wasted so much time and now you have met his family.
“When he’s not mean to me. When he isn’t cheating on me.” You admit quietly, almost too humiliated to say it.
She crooks her neck, “He cheated on you?”
You hate talking about it, it made you feel as though you were never good enough. He made it out that it was your fault because you would not have sex with him when you had the flu. “It was just some hand stuff, baby,” he said to you.
“Just once. I forgave him because he told me he loved me.”
“People who love you don’t hurt you like that,” Ellie says without a beat.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Is he mean to you all the time?”
You think back to the last nice thing he said to you. Your ass looks fat in that dress. And even that could be seen as a bad thing. You shake your head, trying to find a good way to paint her brother. From the looks of it, she doesn’t really like him all that much anyway.
“Most of the time.”
“So, what I’m hearing is my brother is an asshole that doesn’t know how to treat a woman both in life and in the bedroom. Is that what you’re saying?”
You stand there pondering her question, coming up with nothing. She was right, but were you ready to admit that?
So you shrug.
Ellie stands with her arms crossed now, chewing on the inside of her lip. She’s contemplating something, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment.
“Listen, I am not just saying this because it has taken everything in my power to resist sinking my teeth into you,” The first half of the sentence put your heart in your throat. Nonetheless, she carries on, “But I have an inkling that you don’t like my brother at all. I think you like girls and you’ve never had the chance to explore that. You want to say you are a freak, but you really don’t know what that even means.”
“Ellie, I d-”
“You need to break up with my brother,” She states plainly, “And then, after all is said and done, I can show what it looks like to be taken care of.”
You agree, sadly. You do need to break up with Matt. And on the basis that you believe that he’s probably at the bar hanging out with old friends, probably with other girls, probably flirting with those other girls. You decide you are not going to wait anymore. He cheated on you once, what’s stopping him now? Ellie was right about everything, and while that revelation changes your entire perspective on life, you settle on jumping head first.
“Show me now.”
You watch all the blood drain from her face. She fumbles with her inked hands, waiting for you to say you didn’t mean it. That moment never comes.
“Are you sure about that?”
Swallowing hard, you just nod. You do not even realize what you are getting yourself into, but the undeniable chemistry cannot be ignored anymore. You don’t even want to waste another thought on Matt. You know if you think too hard about it, you’ll talk yourself back into staying with him.
Ellie’s face gets closer to yours and your lips connect seamlessly. She wastes no time, bringing her hands down to your waist to pull you in. You wrap your arms around her neck while fireworks erupt in your chest.
Her lips taste like mint and a dab pen your college roommate made you hit a couple of months ago. She was borderline intoxicating.
She backs you up towards her bed, letting your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You plop down, disconnecting from her lips.
Through hooded lids, she asks you, “Do you want to see my favorite tattoo, then?”
Your breathing hitches as she does not even wait for a response, she just pulls her tank top over her head.
Each piece is connected somehow. Her stomach piece is what appeared to be a dragon flying up towards her under-boob area. It was extremely detailed and took up a large half of her upper stomach. Around her collarbones were very intricate lines that almost rain over her body like veins. They spread down her chest onto her boobs, where around her nipples were two matching daggers appearing to go through her areola.
You smirk at the idea that these are her favorite tattoos. The cheeky ones around her tits.
“Holy shit, Ellie.”
You reach out and touch her tits, ever so delicately. You use your finger to outline the daggers, smiling to yourself.
Being this close sends a pulsating feeling down to your pussy. You have never felt a lightning strike quite like it before.
She’s letting you feel her up, but when you change your tune and start pinching at her nipples, she throws her head back with a groan.
“Hmm, you should try putting one in your mouth,” She remarks, hoping to God you would be eager enough to do so. She was very in tune with you because you leaned forward taking her right nipple into your mouth. She’s guiding you around every turn, whispering how good you are doing already.
You release her with a pop and sit back. You reach around to release your own, but she stops you.
“Lemme do it,” She says mounting your lap. You place your hand on her hips while she runs her fingertips across your back. She unhooks your black bra, letting your tits spill out.
You feel the tops of your hands stand up as soon as her hands begin to knead your tits. You glance down at her movements, watching your sensitive nipples perk up due to the attention she’s giving them.
“Mmm, you like that, sweetness?”
You just groan, your lips needing to do more than just talk. You pull Ellie’s ajar mouth down to yours, diving your tongue between her teeth. You never had such a hunger for anyone else. No guy ever made you feel this way.
She nudges your shoulders, having you fall onto your back. Her lips move away from yours and start to trail down your neck and chest. When her wet mouth touches your tits, you cannot control the sounds that leave your throat. She bites down on your supple skin, which makes you groan more.
“You gotta quiet down a bit. Don’t need anyone hearing us.”
You try to manage your noises, but as soon as she starts to kiss down to the hem of the sweatpants she loaned you, you know you’ll never be quiet like she needs you to be. She tugs at the waistband, taking your underwear with it.
You are now butt naked on her bed. And god, the air is hitting the wetness between your legs is titillating.
“Listen, sweets,” She whispers, palming your thighs with her tattooed hands, “I’m going to make you cum on my tongue first. Then I am going to fuck this pussy so good, you won’t know any other cock but the fake one in my side table. You hear me?”
Your stomach is in knots, but you know that this is what you really want. “Okay, Ellie. Please do whatever you think I will like.”
“You’re gonna like it all, baby girl. And if it gets a bit dodgy, you just let me know and we can stop.”
You shake your head positively as she smiles between your legs. She starts by kissing up your thighs, keeping you completely in a trance. When her mouth finds your slit, she licks a long stripe. She takes her time, working her tongue in between your pussy lips. The wet sound that happens when she shakes her head is pornographic. When she finds your clit, she encases it and starts to suck lightly. You scream out in pleasure, never feeling this sensitive before. It usually took a whole lot of Matt lazily fingering you and fucking you to illicit such a response. Ellie is building up an orgasm within you in record time.
She uses her fingers to open up your pussy a little bit more. You instinctively want to close your legs, but her left arm has your legs locked on her bed. Her middle and index fingers curl inside you with every motion forward.
Her eyes are closed and you are laser-focused on her expressions. She’s putting her all into making you feel good and it’s relieving to watch someone put so much care into it.
You notice the small little freckles that scatter across her nose get lighter as they reach her cheekbones. She’s so fucking pretty.
“Jesus, you’re doin’ so good sweetheart. You feel so good.”
“Oh my god, Ellie, please don’t stop,” Your voice is strained, begging her to continue fucking you. She chuckles and begins to pick up speed. Your mind is cluttered, unsure how you can feel this good.
When the peripherals of your vision begin to get white, you know it’s over. She latches her lips back onto your clit, humming to drag the orgasm out of you. When it happens, your deep guttural moans get muffled by her palm.
You think your heart is going to stop beating.
Once you begin to feel your muscles relax, Ellie is crawling on top of you, hovering over your chest, her lips kissing your collarbones.
“You did such a great job, baby girl,” She dotes, her short hair falling across her forehead, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”
Your heart swells up a thousand sizes. You never got called that before, let alone felt sexy. But Ellie had this aura to her. She made you feel sexy, desirable, wanted.
Your hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, “Please show me more.”
She nods, before she leans back on her knees. She balances on one leg before shoving her pajama shorts down. The ink travels to every part of her body and you wonder if the ones around her hips hurt. The snakes that travel up her thighs, have their heads resting right on her hip bones.
You sit up and observe her movements, she’s fumbling with something in her drawer. She seemingly cannot find what she’s looking for and slams it shut.
“How about this,” She says with a huff, “I want you to see what it feels like to grind that pretty little pussy on mine anyway. The strap will have to wait.”
You feel the blood drain from your face, “The strap?”
She giggles at your not-so-faux innocence. “We will try that next time.”
You aren’t ready for her to grab onto your legs and move you like a rag doll around her bed. She rests her body horizontally from yours, her lower half lining up with yours. You were not sure how this worked, but you had heard of scissoring before. The technicality was lost on you.
You sit up waiting for instruction, but Ellie is so hypnotized by your wet slit, she doesn’t even look at you. You watch her reach out and touch your dripping center and it sends an electric shock down your limbs. You throw your head back, hissing at the action.
“God, that cunt is so pretty.”
You finally look back at her, wanting nothing more but to fuck her like she fucked you. So in return for her toying with you, you hastily reach out and touch her pussy. You are confused by what to do, but by her reaction, you know you did something right.
“Tell me what we are doing,” You beg, closing your legs in closer to hers. She nods, watching your fingers pull apart her pussy lips.
“Pull your cunt against mine and ride me like you’d ride Matt’s dick.”
You halt your movements, “Ride him?”
“You’ve never ridden him before?”
Your response was your silence. You had never explored much with him, simply because he was quick to get his nut before traversing to other territories.
She helps you sit up, hover your cunt over hers. You can not lie, the sight of her sticky wet pussy was hot. She guides you down so your mound is on hers. She bites her lip as you practically drool watching your purely untouched body against her painted figure.
“Now move your hips back,” Her hands are gripping onto your hips, showing you the way, “And forth.”
The friction is immediately overstimulating, but it feels like an itch you’ve never scratched. So fucking delicious.
“Shit…” You groan at the response your body is giving you.
“Practice makes perfect, baby. Keep moving those hips.
You have never been on top, but it’s almost freeing to be in control of the movements. You weren’t sure what you should grip onto as you rubbed your pussy against hers, so you grip onto your own shoulders. Your hips gyrate, the slickness between your legs starts trailing down to Ellie’s navy blue sheets.
“God, this pussy is so fucking perfect,” Ellie says through gritted teeth. She holds down your hips, somehow trying to get you closer to her.
“It’s yours.” You whine, letting the lust take over your speech. You had no clue what that meant for this situation, you just knew that Ellie knew how to fuck you and it was bliss. You hands leave your shoulders and eventually find Ellie’s tits.
“This pussy is mine? The first cunt you fuck is the cunt you fuck forever?”
You want to laugh, but the bubble in your stomach is about to burst already with how fucked out of your mind you are. “If the cunt is yours, then yes. I want this forever.”
Ellie sucks on her two fingers before she reaches down, finding the very top of your cunt, and starts to press down on that sensitive little bud. The saliva only mixes with the messiness of your liquids. You squeeze her nipples in response.
“Never going back to my stupid fuckin’ brother, hm? This pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes, Ellie, fuck!”
She smiles at your quickening pace. She knows you’re reaching your breaking point, and she knows that she’s close herself.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fuckin’ cunt.”
You jolt forward, your hips stilling over hers. You don’t know if you’ve felt a sensation quite like it. You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your body felt like a volcano erupting. The curses leaving Ellie’s lips as she came from your orgasm only added to the high you felt. You knew words were leaving your mouth, but they were just jumbled together strings of sentences.
“Jesus Christ…”
“It feels so good…”
“I want this pussy forever…”
You fall over next to Ellie, your legs still intertwined with hers. She was trying to catch her breath, her body still jittery from her high.
“That was per-”
“Babe!!”
Your stomach drops to your ass when you hear Matt’s voice.
You jump up from Ellie’s bed, finding the closest clothes you can grab at. Ellie does the same, but takes her time throwing a tank top over her bed head. His footsteps are practically running up the steps.
You are still wobbly on your legs, practically falling over trying to put on the pants she loaned you. You just keep saying “fuck” over and over again, knowing that you two will probably be caught. You just finished putting on a shirt when he barges into the room.
He’s drunk.
“What are you still doing in here?” He asks you in an accusatory slurred voice. Collin is close behind him, trying to shush him.
“Chill, dude. I was just showin’ her some of my art.” Ellie defends, plopping down on her bed. She’s trying to mask the fact that her bed is wet with your cum.
While he blabs about how Ellie sucks at art, which he is very wrong about, you notice a red blotch on his shirt collar. You zero in on it because you fucking knew.
“Matt, what’s on your neck?” You interrupt.
He stops his rant to look down at you. His eyes are bloodshot. He’s so gone that his mind can’t make up an excuse.
“It’s from Sophie,” He blurts out, his lips getting ahead of his brain. Ellie pauses and the entire room goes dead silent. You had no idea what to say back to that. You had no clue who Sophie was. You honestly did not care, your relationship was already done in your head. You were just kind of shell-shocked that it happened exactly how your mind doctored it.
You glance over at Ellie who is already looking at you. Collin clears his throat.
“I think this a conversation for the morning,” Collin says, grabbing Matt’s arm to tug him out of the room.
You nod, “Yeah, Collin, great idea. Why don’t you take Matt to bed? Tuck him in and give him a sweet kiss like Sophie did.”
Matt’s face turns bright red, the same thing it always did when he got mad at you. Before he could lash out at you, Collin drags him out of the room and into the hall. Before shutting the door behind him, he says, “I’m sorry.”
You furrow your eyebrows, “It’s fine. It’s not the first time. But it will be the last.”
When the door clicks shut, you hear Matt whisper yelling at Collin about how big of a bitch you are. How you didn’t deserve him. Yadda-yadda-yadda.
Ellie just gawks at you. The tone of the room changed so drastically so quickly that you felt almost disconnected from reality.
“You okay?” She asks innocently, her hand holding onto your shoulder.
Your legs are still weak. “Yeah, I think I’ll need more practice though.”
She is confused, you can tell by the look on her face. “Huh?”
“I’ll need more practice riding you. And, hey, you didn’t get to use that fake dick on me, remember?”
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𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - vi calls you exactly what you are, a pillow princess and in efforts to prove her wrong, you only end up proving her right. but that's fine, because that was all she wanted.
a simple joke that left your girlfriends lips. you'd been laying on your stomach across the sitting room sofa, words mindlessly falling from both your lips as you flipped through a magazine. she sat man-spreading across the arm chair, controller in hand. you always said she loved her video games more than you, but she'd always deny.
then you heard it, the joke spewing from her lips with a smirk on her face. "yeah, okay, pillow princess."
instantly, your head snapped up from your magazine. your glittery pen that you'd been circling clothing with dropped from your pretty fingers. "i'm not a pillow princess."
vi seemed to sense your distress. she set the controller down as the game conveniently ended. "well, i'm not saying there's anything wrong with it." she leaned back against the armchair, resting her hands behind her head. "i love that you're a pillow princess, believe me."
you wouldn't believe how many times she'd gotten off just by thinking about it. you were so good for her, so responsive. she hardly had to touch you and you were falling apart. sure, she loved watching your head between her thighs as you whimpered into her but there was nothing more she loved than watching you, hearing you. all of it.
you seemed butt hurt by the joke.
but vi swiftly changed the conversation, noticing the furrow of your brow.
vi knew how sensitive you were, how easily you took everything to heart and she didn't want you over thinking this. and her tactics proved right, by five minutes later you were showing her a pretty top you'd spotted on the coloured pages.
you didn't think much of it at first. in fact, for the next while, you didn't think of it at all.
perhaps you had too much in your head to contain so much information, you told vi that was why you talked so much.
it wasn't until vi had you pinned down against the bed, making out with you, that the moment popped into your head again.
you almost shut it out on accident, then it clicked. vi was kissing you deeply, her hands dragged at your hips, pulling and kneading the skin while you passed heavy breaths through your lips, kissing her back just as hard.
and suddenly, you had this urge to prove her wrong.
vi felt you shift, letting you take the lead.
she felt you turn you both over, you landed in her lap and suddenly, she was the one against the bed. her brows shifted in amusement. "what's this, baby?"
you shifted your hair to one side of your head so it didn't get in the way, you weren't really used to things like this. "jus' trying to prove something." you mumbled before reaching down and kissing her lips.
don't get me wrong, vi loved the feeling of you kissing her, whatever way you sat, laid or stood, on top or not. but she couldn't seem to shake the amusement as your mouth left hers, leaving a trail of kisses against her neck. "this have something to do with that joke i made before?"
your lips stopped momentarily at her neck, eyes gazing up. "'m not a pillow princess."
vi didn't understand why you were so adamant about it.
there was no shame in it. on the contrary, she adored it.
"yeah?" her brow cocked and she was looking at you this way that had you nodding, suddenly unable to speak. "y'sure, sweetheart? cause if i remember correctly..." suddenly, you were being flipped over again, beneath her all over again. "you quite like sitting there all pretty 'n taking it."
you could feel her hands trail down past your waist, kneading your thighs in her hands. "v-vi, 'm trying to―" you were cut off by the breath being caught in your throat.
vi's hand had trailed up your skirt, her fingers dancing over your panties. "you're trying to what, sweet girl?" you felt her fingers rub against your clothed clit. "c'mon, use your words f'me."
"vi!" you whined, feeling her fingers against you. she wasn't being fair, you were supposed to take charge but how could you think about anything when she was touching you like that?
a soft laugh left the girls lips as she pushed your panties aside, fingers gentle against your swollen bud. "love it when you whine like that."
you could only look up at her with your tinted hot cheeks.
she began to press gentle kisses against the nape of your neck, fingers trailing down to your hole, she rounded her fingers against you, collecting the trail of your slick across her digits. she made a fake gasp noise. "'n look how wet you are already." she couldn't help but smirk. "good girl."
two single words that set you off every time.
a gasp left your lips as she slipped her two fingers inside you at once. you suddenly moaned with pleasure.
vi was like a drug. every time she touched you, you found yourself addicted, begging and chasing for her to praise you. you'd do anything to please her but luckily for you, that meant just sitting there and taking it. you truly did wish you could be less 'responsive' but vi wouldn't take it any other way. her favourite thing to do was turn you dumb with her mere fingers, maybe even her strap.
your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, feeling her fingers pound against your sopping cunt. "please, vi." you moaned out. "please don't stop."
"yeah? wanna be my good girl again, huh?" nudging your face with her nose, littering kisses on your cheek.
you could only whimper out with a nod. vi had this way of making you feel like you were high on magic. you couldn't help but want her in every way.
"then say it, angel." fingers pumping in and out, embarrassing squelching sounds bounced off each wall of the bedroom. "say you're my pillow princess."
she was met with a mere whine of dissatisfaction from you.
she feigned sympathy with a coo. "awh, i know, baby. my poor girl, jus' so mean, aren't I?" but the girl didn't care much for your whining and whimpering, she'd get you to say it before you came. "but you gotta say it, yeah? don't want me to stop do you?"
you pursed your lips closed. "mm-mm. please don't stop." you practically panted out, you could almost feel frustration build in your water line. "nnghh― please, vi!"
"four words." is all she whispered back, her palm grazed against your clit every time her fingers pounded into your entrance. "know you can say it, pretty girl. jus' need me to make you all dumb, don't you, baby?"
a whimper of her name was the only thing that left your lips, eyes screwing shut.
"close, sweetheart? 's now or never, baby. say it or i'll stop."
the feeling was knotting in your stomach, ready to unravel. you didn't want to but you knew better than to cum without following orders.
so you forced the damned sentence to pass your lips. "'m your pillow princess."
and a coo only fell from the magenta haired girl. "awh, know you are, sweet girl. see? my good girl always listens, doesn't she? huh?" vi tended to ask you questions while knuckles deep in your pussy, she knew you couldn't utter a single word. "you jus' need me to make your poor pussy feel all good, don't you?"
a breathless, "uh-huh." was her answer. "'m close!"
"yeah? gonna be good f'me 'n say please?" of course, vi had to make you beg for it.
"please!" you practically squeaked out as your back arched against the bed.
a chuckle left her lips. "you can do better than that."
and you really, definitely could. but vi had made you all dumb, exactly her plan. "please let me cum, vi. please, need it so bad. please." you repeated the word please in little whispers, unable to hold back the knot in your stomach.
"you're such a good girl, 'course you can cum, baby." she felt your spongy walls suddenly tighten around her fingers. "that's it, sweetheart, cum all over vi's fingers, 's a good girl."
vi pumped her fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your high like she always did until you were squirming away from her.
she leaned against the bed with a self-loving smirk on her face, hardly glancing your way. you laid next to her, chest falling and rising as you panted out breaths. a beat of silence passed until you spoke up. "vi?" turning your head to her.
"yes, my pillow princess?" she teased.
instantly, a frown fell on your face as you crossed your arms over your chest. she wasn't being fair. "i was gonna say something, now i'm not speaking to you."
"oh, come on." she lifted your face by her thumb to make you look at her again. "no pouting or else i'll have to shut you up all over again."
an idea suddenly fell flat on your head.
your pout deepened.
vi only climbed over you with the smuggest of smirks on her face. "you dirty little slut."
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who notices you on the first day and can’t help but stare at you, almost missing the professor call on her
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who becomes infatuated you from the start
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who’s about to spontaneously combust out of excitement when the professor assigns you two together, to work on drawing anatomy, saying to study your partner and submit a detailed portrait of said partner
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who’s suspiciously good at drawing you (it’s definitely not because she’s been sketching you everyday for the past semester)
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who’s sketches start to become a little bit more ‘perky,’ drawing you in compromising positions and making lewd faces
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who’s cunt is aching from your eyes roaming all over her, so that you can capture her in your sketch perfectly
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who then goes back to her dorm and rubs her neglected clit as she remembers how it felt to have your eyes on her
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who you invite over to your dorm one night so that you can practice again but as soon as you leave her alone, she steals a pair of your favourite panties
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who can’t wait to get back to her dorm and use your panties to hump against
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who pretends the panties, wet with her slick, is your pussy rubbing against hers
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who can’t look you in the eye the next day because she feels so ashamed about what she did
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who gets high so she can approach you without feeling like she’s gonna puke from the anxiousness
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who invites you over because she got some more weed but has no one to smoke it with
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who starts to get horny from how close you are, from the weed, and from how your lips look wrapped around the joint
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who can’t help but make a move, putting her hand on your shoulder and pushing you down so she has access to your pretty, plump lips
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who can’t stop because she’s waited for this for so fuckin’ long, she can’t help but grind her cunt against your thigh and whimper about how much she needs you
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who begs you to use the strap on her, begging to be full of your cock
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who’s eyes are squeezed shut when you first fuck her because she’s afraid that if she opened them, sees your tits bouncing with every thrust, the fucked out face you’re making from how good the strap feels nudging against your clit, that she would cum right then and there
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who ends up cumming quickly anyway because of how pretty your moans sound
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who begs to eat you out, then when given the chance she licks at your aching cunt, almost disgustingly like i wild animal that hasn’t eaten in days
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who grips your thighs so she can pull you down onto her face, not caring if she leaves bruises on you
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who fingers herself while you grind your needy pussy against her mouth
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who cums when you squirt in her mouth
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who asks you to be her girlfriend right then and there, not wanting to share you
☪︎ loser!art student!ellie who’s so surprised when you say yes that she hugs you
Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), reader in a bunny costume (fluffy tail, ears, and everything…), sub!reader except for with D.Va, praise and slight degradation, use of pet names, reader is referred to as bunny a lot
Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls
Notes: AHHHH my first multi character hc post !! I’m getting into the Halloween mood rightttt about now, so I decided to write about some of my favorite OW ladies reacting to you dressing up as a bunny that leaves little to the imagination for Halloween <3
❤︎ Moira
• Ahhh of course we have to start off with my wife <3.
• She doesn’t seem like the type, but secretely she loves when you dress you dress up for her. She adores when you wear dainty lingerie, so when she sees you in nothing but a pink, lace-up corset, little panties with a fluffy bunny tail, matching bunny ears, and white stockings, it gets her heart pumping faster.
• She would want nothing more than to just tear everything off of you right then and there, but that would mean less time to see you in the little get up.
• It was the weekend before Halloween, and Talon had hosted a party before the actual holiday, so you decided to attend even though your girlfriend favored staying in the lab instead.
• She assured you, she’d be fine at the lab, and that you’d see each other after the party, she was never one for large gatherings. She hadn’t seen your costume though, so after the party when you peeked your head into the lab she was shocked.
• “My… I didn’t know my little bunny was such a whore.” She had spoken when you stepped through the door, shutting it gently. You practically skipped over to her, giving her a little 360 before plopping down on her desk in front of her—documents be damned! “You like?” You raised your brows at her waiting for a response. “More than like, my bunny.” Her voice was dripping with lust as she yanked you to the edge of her desk, papers flying off as you scrambled to keep your balance.
• She wasted no time pulling you to a standing position before bending you over her desk, your little tail on full display to her. Her thin fingers played with it gently before running over your clothed folds, marveling at how wet you already were.
• “Looks like my little rabbit needs a reminder on who she belongs too..” Her deep voice permeated every part of your being as she pulled your panties to the side and sank two fingers into your drooling cunt.
❤︎ Kiriko
• She’d so be into pet play… I just know it.
• “What do you think?” A grin played on your glossed lips as you showed her your Halloween costume. She was sitting across from you on the bed, legs spread so invitingly for you to go sit on.
• Wordlessly she pat her lap and you didn’t have to be told twice to come sit. Your legs straddled her own and you wrapped your arms around her neck gently. “I think the costume would be complete with this…” She mumbled before securing a white collar around your neck.
• “My cute...” Her hands worked from your neck down to the small of your back, and finally rested at the swell of your ass.
• Being the tease she is, she would pay special attention to the bunny ears and fluffy tail instead of where you needed her most. She just adores seeing you get so needy for her in such a vulnerable and exposed state.
• If you were planning on attending a Halloween party that night, good luck because Kiriko would want to keep you all to herself when you’re dressed up so pretty for her.
❤︎ Ashe
• We already know she’s very possessive, so she’s halfway torn between not wanting a single soul to see you dressed up like this, and wanting everyone to see what a cutie you are and knowing they could never have you. After all, you were property of the Deadlock leader.
• Don’t get her wrong though, she doesn’t want to control what you wear, she just wants to make it known, you’re hers.
• She’d love running her fingers over the wires of the corset, feeling every little curve of your body that was hidden under the garment.
• You were nursing a drink at the Deadlock Halloween party, and Ashe had you glued to her side the entire night. Anytime you would stray from her, all she needed to do was tug you by the laces on the back of your corset and you’d be snug by her side again.
• The two of you had decided to sit in a booth at the bar away from prying eyes while everyone celebrated the holiday. Before you could sit beside her, her hands planted firmly on your hips pulling you to sit in her lap instead.
• “You’re not gettin’ away, sugar.” Ashe mumbled against your neck, her red lipstick leaving smeared prints as she sucked little bruises onto your skin. “Not when you’re dressed like the sweetest bunny for me…”
❤︎ Junker Queen
• She’s the least shameless out of everyone on this list about loving the costume.
• “Dressed up like this just for me?” Her rough voice sent heat straight between your thighs as she towered over you, caging you inbetween herself and the wall.
• You nodded your head, eagerly awaiting what was to come. She shook her head slightly before speaking once more, “Legs try that again.” Her hands slid off the wall and instead gripped your waist firmly. “Use your words. Ya dressed up like this for me?”
• “Yes Dez…” Your sweet voice did wonders for her sex drive, she wanted to just slide your panties to the side and fuck you senseless.
• She’d love to see you in a bunny costume any day of the year, but there was something she loved about seeing you so excited for the holiday. Despite her wanting to to completely ruin you, she just thought you were cute in the little outfit.
• Before fucking you though, she’d love to making you put on a show for her to to see every last part of the costume. She’s very hands on as well. She’d love to play with the tail that was pinned to your back side, and the bunny ears that rested atop your head.
❤︎ D.va
• Please forgive me, I have no idea how to write more dominant reader, but I’ll try my best! I just can’t really see D.Va as being dominant, but I wanted to include her anyway since her biggest motif is a bunny!
• She loved seeing you in anything frilly and girly, so seeing you in that soft corset, tiny panties, and with your fluffy little tail sticking out just like the ears on top of your head.
• I think she’d get super flustered seeing you in something like this, her cheeks would heat up, and she’d have a hard time sitting still as you crawl on top of her, settling yourself right on top of her hips.
• You took her soft hand and placed it on the soft fur of your bunny ears, making her feel the texture before guiding her hands down to your breasts. Hana wanted nothing more than to feel your skin under the corset, but she would take whatever you wanted to give her.
• You guided her hands down to the bunny tail before letting her plant them firmly on your ass. She swallowed thickly, looking up at you with her doe-like eyes silently begging to touch you more.
• “Oh little bunny… Look at you.” Your sickly sweet voice, the way you were settled on top of her, and the costume you wore were all making her extremely worked up and you could almost feel how wet she was getting uunderneath you. Who were you to deny your sweet bunny her pleasure?
a blurb in which ellie’s a sex shop worker you’re becoming very, very well-acquainted with <3
18+ mdni! shoo!
you’re on the verge of what would be your most earth-shattering orgasm to date when your vibrator betrays you.
your naked body, painted with a thin layer of sweat, sprawls over the wrinkled sheets of your bed, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as you gasp for breath. you’re working the vibrator over your slick folds, through the creamy spend of your previous orgasm, and every sensation below your waist is pure ecstasy. it hasn’t taken long to bring you right back to the edge - your back arches of its own accord, your eyes squeezing shut as a flurry of daydreams passes through your head.
all of them, it turns out, involve the very person who’d sold you the vibrator buzzing between your legs. ellie.
her hands on your hips, your ass, your throat. her mouth on your neck, her tongue on your clit. you can almost feel the warm puffs of breath she’d huff down at you as she fucked you, splitting you open with her strap and leaving you empty-headed and spent.
the mental images alone are enough to send you reeling, and right as you’re about to pass the threshold into the white-hot, blinding pleasure of another orgasm, the persistent hum of your vibrator abruptly cuts off.
you could throw up. you could cry. you could exercise sound logic and just charge the damn thing, but instead of any of the above, you find yourself rummaging through your drawers for whatever clothes you can find. sweats and a band tee, a mismatched pair of socks. nothing else.
ellie’s behind the counter again when you pull the door open. the shrill chirp of the entrance sensors draws her eyes to you, and you’re unsurprised to find her smoking a cigarette, body huddled over the edge of the counter. her brows lift in surprise when she sees you.
“back already?” she asks, putting out her cig leisurely. “must’ve gone really well. or maybe really poorly?“
you don’t miss the way her eyes roam over your figure, lingering on your chest; you’re not wearing a bra, and the peaks of your nipples are visible beneath the thin fabric. your back straightens.
“it died.”
“oh,” ellie says. “did you… charge it?”
“no, i wanted to—i thought maybe i could try something else.” you chew at your lower lip, casting a glance at the wall of toys from which ellie had plucked your vibrating bullet the first time you’d come here. you turn back to ellie just in time to see something dark glimmer in her eyes. she nods.
“yeah, of course. think you’re ready for something more intense? c’mon.” she nods her head towards the toy section, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. you follow her and watch as she surveys the wall of toys, the sheer volume of packages just as overwhelming as last time. ellie reaches out for a hot pink box, shiny lettering spelling out Boss Lady across the top. you grimace.
“what kind of name is that for a sex toy?” you quip, reaching for the package. ellie snatches it out of reach.
“ah-ah, sweetheart, don’t doubt the Boss Lady. she packs quite the punch.”
“really, now?” you ask, cocking a brow. “you know from experience?”
ellie just smiles, dimples in her cheeks. “if the name is just too cringy for you, we can find something else. but i recommend her—i think you’ll have lots of fun with her.”
“okay, fine. you pulled my leg.” you reach for the box again, and ellie lets you grab it this time, her gaze on you as you flip the package over and read through some of the metallic pink text adorning the back. the only rabbit vibrator you’ll ever need, it reads. powerful dual stimulation will keep you satisfied!
it occurs to you then, as you follow ellie to the register and dig in your pockets for some cash, that you should probably be embarrassed. here you are, a week after your first ever vibrator purchase, ready to fork over some hard-earned cash for a second one—one with a questionable name, no less. your cheeks warm as ellie regards you from the other side of the register, the heels of her hands pressed to the counter. there’s a knowing look on her face, her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, that dark look from earlier still dancing in her eyes.
god, she probably thinks you’re a sex addict. she totally thinks you’re a sex addict.
“is it weird that i’m back so soon?” you ask, before you can think to filter yourself. ellie’s brows knit together in confusion.
“huh? no, no, not at all—we have plenty of regulars, you know.” she types something into the register, eyes still fixed on you. “i’d say it’s weirder that you’re here at two in the morning.”
you blink. “two?”
“two twenty-one, to be precise.” ellie nods at the clock on the wall, the hour, minute, and second hands made of three different flesh-toned penis cutouts. “but hey, i get it. your vibrator died.”
you clear your throat. “how much do i owe you?”
“hm. well…” ellie drums her fingers on the cash wrap’s countertop. “i’m feeling generous tonight. answer one question for me, and Boss Lady is yours for free.”
“i’m awful at trivia,” you confess.
“trivia? jesus.” ellie barks a surprised laugh. “i’m not—it’s not trivia.”
narrowing your eyes, you shuffle up to the counter and nod. “okay, fine. ask away.”
ellie moves in closer, too, head dipping ever so slightly to allow her to peer down at you. it takes everything in you to keep your eyes from lingering over her frame and drinking in every inch of her: the bold lines of her forearm tattoo, the burn-holes in the collar of her shirt, the faint kiss of freckles on the bridge of her nose. but while you attempt to reign in your wandering gaze, ellie doesn’t hold back. she takes her time looking you over. bites the plush, pink swell of her lower lip.
then: “what were you thinking about?”
“huh?”
“earlier, when you were touching yourself. before the vibrator died. what were you thinking about?”
“that’s your question?” you chew on the inside of your cheek. embarrassment roils in your stomach; she has to know that, while your body writhed in the center of your mattress, cunt twitching and gushing, you’d been thinking of her.
ellie smirks. “you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”
“no, it’s… it’s okay,” you murmur. your palms are clammy and you force your gaze to Boss Lady, waiting patiently on the counter for her chance to help you see god. “i was thinking about, um… you, actually.”
you’re still staring at the gaudy pink package on the counter, hands squeezed into fists at your side. you can feel the half-moon indents of your nails digging into your palms, and just as the silence stretches a bit too long for your comfort, ellie laughs.
it’s a wicked thing, a biting sound. all self-satisfaction and enthrallment. you dare to steal a glance at her, and she’s grinning like a maniac, her cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of red.
“can i tell you something?” she asks, stuffing a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. her fingers glide over the cash register, clicking at a few buttons, and she slides the money into each respective slot before pushing the drawer closed with a satisfying click. “i’ve been touching myself to the thought of you, too.”
mouth going dry, you gawk at ellie like she’s got four heads; she simply beams at you like she didn’t just admit that she’s thought about you with her hand between her legs. she leans over the counter, one strong hand reaching towards you to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“you seem nervous,” she says.
“i’m—i don’t…” you trail off, cheeks positively flaming.
“tell you what,” ellie begins, retracting her hand. she moves back from the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. your eyes flicker over the whorls of ink that decorate her skin, biceps flexed just so; your cunt throbs. “you can go now, if you want. i won’t stop you.”
“or,” she says, voice dipping low, husky, “you can lock that front door, and i can show you how much fun you can have with your new toy.”
she reaches a hand out and taps the box for emphasis, and you’re struck by how at ease she seems. how comfortable she is with your mutual attraction and the opportunity to act on it. it lights a fire in you, one that engulfs every last trace of doubt.
Is it possible to get a Caitlyn x fem!reader following your "girls interrupted" one where reader doesnt want to be just a one night stand. So caitlyn assures her by letting the reader eat her out or somethin? Idk if that's too specific. Lmao I just love Caitlyn
GIRLS INTERRUPTED II ½
minors do not interact 18+ only
caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, exhibitionism, oral (fem!receiving), nasty ass cait.
blurb: you’re desire for more than a one night stand... just might be mutual.
author’s note: i hope i did your request justice. it’s a bit longer than i expected it to be, but sometimes i can’t help but add extra shit. please enjoy!!! <3
You just couldn’t get those royal blues out of your mind. Obviously, not just her royal blues — everything else, too. The way her body moved atop of yours. The way her lips molded with your own effortlessly. The way her slender fingers... — it would’ve pathetic for that to have been only a one time occurrence.
By no means were you special, though. That couldn’t have been true. Even if her oceanic blues called out for you during pillow talk — that could just be an after sex thing for her. Everyone knew that Caitlyn Kiramman didn’t engage in anything besides casual sexual encounters. Regardless of how good they were.
She hasn’t even spoken to you a full week. Yes, you’ve been counting. You weren’t entirely sure if it was how she made you feel or if it was just her that intrigued you so much.
You were about to find out in just a few moments, though.
You’d primped and primed to your best ability. Finally, slipping your heeled shoes on to greet your guests at the front door — along with your parents to welcome in the Kiramman’s.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to curse your parents or thank them. Because you didn’t know how you were going to approach Caitlyn after your encounter. Now, that you were questioning your feelings towards her — it made things weird.
However, you were positive she’d been through this on many occasions with many other girls.
That alone was extremely deterring.
With your hands folded in front of your body politely, you smiled slightly bending forward as they entered. “Good evening, Mr and Mrs Kiramman.” You smiled, like the angelic young adult you were. Making a wonderful example of your family. “You as well, Caitlyn.” She nodded back at you, a familiar glint in her eye.
You weren’t sure exactly what was on the matriarch’s mind, but it probably wasn’t good. Or she just naturally scowled, and you could respect that. “We’re so very glad the three of you could make it. No Jayce Talis tonight?” Your father spoke, sharing his eyes with both of the parents.
Once Jayce had informed the council about Hextech — his popularity sky rocketed. He was demanded in nearly every room. It was kind of annoying, but equally impressive.
“Unfortunately, no. He had an ordeal with one of his projects — stuck in the lab with his assistant.” Tobias Kiramman informs professionally.
Your mother hummed proudly, glancing down at you. She’s always found Jayce and Hextech to be so incredible. You sometimes assumed that she had a little crush on him — despite her being married. “Oh, that’s just wonderful! I’ll be expecting new Hextech inventions to invest in very soon. You tell him that.”
You glanced towards the blue-haired young woman, standing tall. Meeting her eyes you playfully rolled yours, concerning your mother’s joyous words. The corner of her lips curled, but she averted her eyes quickly.
The heels of your shoes began to click against your marble floors, as you and your family begin to lead the Kiramman’s to the dining room. Your maid brings in the food, setting the table with hot plates.
Caitlyn had shown to be incredibly grateful, even offering to pick up her own plate when she was finished. Which only made you want her more.
Then, she entered phase two. Which was finding inconspicuous ways to charm and seduce you. All the while you politely sat across from her — smiling and nodding when needed.
Her feet would brush up the skirt of your dress, caressing your leg. While she cut the meat in her plate, casually. Or when she’d flip her hair over her shoulder to expose her defined collarbones. Glancing up through her eyelashes briefly.
Caitlyn Kiramman was such a tease, and she was a threat to your emotions — big time.
After the dessert was set out, the girls were dismissed. So their parent’s could discuss other subjects without involving them — as if they were children. But neither you or Caitlyn were complaining. The two of you finally had some time to talk one on one — without her mom boring her crystal irises into you.
Your home may not have been as large as hers, but it definitely had acres of space.
Caitlyn walked close by your side, bumping her hip every now then on you. Or her long fingers brushing yours. The journey was silent on the way to your room — comfortably silent. You just didn’t exactly know what to say.
Ironic how you finally had the time to do so, and you just couldn’t.
You glance at the side of her face, while her eyes toured the long and high corridors of your home. Her lips were parted slightly, showing off her little gap tooth.
When you get to the double doors of your room, you open one of them for her allowing Caitlyn to enter first. Delivering a tight-lipped smile, as she entered with wide eyes.
Your room had a lot of space, even had a spot for a couch in front of a fireplace — that still happened to be lit. Posters decorated your walls with your favorite Piltovian artists and celebrities. Even a few Hextech pages were up there. Your burnt orange satin sheets were pulled tightly, accented with large and full beaded pillows
The main theme in your room, besides your posters were different hues of orange. And the younger Kiramman caught onto it very fast. She hummed at the organization of your space, her fingers trailing over your bed post. “You have a lovely room, y/n.” She smiled toothily, peering over her shoulder with pretty eyes.
You had shut the door behind, sticking to it as you watched her saunter towards the couch facing the fireplace. “Thanks, Caitlyn.” You replied with a weak, awkward smile. She nodded her head towards her, motioning for you to go and sit with her. You nodded, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors of your room.
Shuffling towards the fluffy cushions, you plopped into the farthest square. Leaving a cushion between the two of you. Caitlyn sat forward, her legs crossed over the other, staring into the fire with an indescribable look. It was her usual stoic appearance, but their was a suggestive glint in her eyes. The one you’d been seeing all night.
“I’ve been meaning to meet with you all week.” She stated, finally peering over towards you. Her velvety voice hugged the words coming from her lips — suddenly appearing flirtatious. Your breath hitched, eyebrows deepening and releasing words with a stutter. “M-Meet with me?”
What did she mean by that? Meet as in meet? Or, meet as in meet? For the past five days you’ve been reading into everything that she’s said and/or done.
It was driving you crazy.
Caitlyn snickered, placing a finger over her lips. “Yes, meet with you.” The blue-haired enforcer began. “My week has been so stressful with my assignments and my mother. I just haven’t had much time for a break.” She explained, sincerity in her eyes.
She might’ve caught on to the awkwardness that was obviously leaking from you. “Oh... Well, good thing the week is over, huh?” You mentally face-palm, externally your face heating up — and not from the fire.
She giggled, squinting her almond eyes at you. “Right... Is something going on? Are you alright?” Caitlyn bunched her eyebrows. You raised your eyebrows, grazing your tongue over your moisturized lips.
“Uhm, no. Why would there be?”
The blue-haired hums, adjusting her head to look at you from the opposite side of the couch. “I mean... y/n, you’re acting a bit odd.” She furrowed her eyebrows, a faint smile still on her lips.
“I’m odd sometimes, Caitlyn.”
“Obviously...” She muttered, before patting the seat beside her. “Come here.”
You hesitated but you didn’t have much of a choice but to oblige. Honestly, you’d probably do anything she commanded of you — like you were under some sort of compulsion. A sigh fell from you as you scooted over towards her. However, she seemed unsatisfied. “Closer, darling.”
With a roll of your eyes, which was more at yourself than her, you scooted closer. Enough for your knees to touch. She reached her hand up, cupping your jaw. You couldn’t help but slightly nuzzle your head into her hand, shutting your eyes wholeheartedly. Her thing wiped across the skin of your cheek, before gripping your chin gently — forcing you to meet her eyes.
“Tell me, what’s on your mind? I know there’s something there.” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her lips slightly parted. Leaning forward slightly, you leaned your hands on thighs as she brought you forward.
You cleared your throat, placing one hand around her wrist. “I’d rather not say...” You announce pathetically, sitting on your knees.
“But I’m asking you — I obviously would like to know.”
“It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, I’m sure.”
You pull her hand off of your face, sitting back on your feet. A pouty expression on your features. Her lips were parted in confusion, awaiting for the elaboration. You sighed, shoving your face into your hands. “I-I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Cait.” You breathily declared, peeking through your fingers.
Her smile widened, eyes surveying your face. “I could say the same...”
“I don’t think you could...” You muttered, sighing anxiously. “How do you know what I could or couldn’t?” She voiced, peeling your hands from your face, holding them in hers.
You pressed your lips together at the warm contact. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you because... Because I have feelings for you.” You stuttered, barely over a whisper. She said nothing, but her palms cradled yours. “This whole one and done — or even two and through thing... It just wouldn’t work.”
“The thought of you with another girl gives me stomach aches.” You pouted, gripping her fingers. The fire sending crackles throughout the room, and lighting up your faces. “And, don’t get me wrong, I know how you are — everyone does. You’re not the relationship type. Nor am I the type to force that on someone who obviously doesn’t want it.” You rambled, eyes connected to your fidgety hands in hers.
Her teeth peeked through her lips, as she watched your nervousness personify. “Are you done?” She asks simply, her dilated eyes looking through yours. You nod, shakily. A weak smile pulling onto your lips.
Instead of saying anything, she leaned forward placing a hefty kiss on your lips. Her hands slowly reaching up to cup your jaw, caressing your cheeks with her thumbs. Easily, you succumbed to her lips — being that you’ve missed them so much. Your hands automatically settling at her hips, leaning towards her.
She adjusted how she was seated, sitting on her knees to accommodate to your position. You pushing your pelvis against hers, gripping at the sides of her butt. She pulls away, leaving you with a quick kiss. You followed her, eyes opening hazily. “You sure do talk a lot when your nervous, y/n.”
“Of course, I am. Look at you and your reputation. It’s definitely something to be be nervous about.” You breathed, still massaging her hips. Her hands were rested on your shoulder, giving you an amused glare. “I don’t want you to be, though.”
Her hands stroked the skin of your neck, her eyes drifting to towards your chest. “A-Are you saying there’s nothing for me to be nervous about..?” You bumped her pelvis against yours, her hands navigating to the back of your hair.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Your eyes hold onto each other, her thumbs dancing across your face. Feeling every divot and feature wholly. Caitlyn leans forward, but doesn’t dive right into your lips. Your anticipation markets as eagerness as your try to close the space. But she just creates more distance, just to close it again. She breathes the nervous air coming from your lips, before plotting a slow smooch at the corner of your lips. Then she placed another at the other corner, warmly.
Finally, meeting yours again with patience. Each movement was slow and intentional, causing an involuntary moan to muffle from your throat. Her hands massaging the base of your neck and shoulders. Your own drifted from her hips to the divot of her waist, pulling her flush against you.
Your lips trailed down from her lips towards her jaw, ultimately causing her to succumb to you — this time. Sucking on the thin skin of her jugular, you hummed. Caitlyn releasing little raspy breaths of pleasure. Her hands delving into your hair. “Was that the push you needed to ravish me.” She giggled, followed by another light moan.
“Ravish you?” You pulled away with a grin on your lips. “Is that what you want me to do?”
“I wouldn’t mind.” The blue-haired shrugged, pushing her bottom lip between her teeth.
You snickered, pushing a piece of her dark hair back. “Sit back for me.” Caitlyn peered at you with doe eyes, obliging. She sat her back against the cushion, slumping and spreading her legs — as if she already knew what you were up to. And she did.
With devoted eye contact, you stood to your feet off the couch, kneeling in front of her. You placed your hands on her exposed ankles, rubbing up her smooth legs — hiking up the long dress. The blue-haired scooted her butt more towards the end of the couch. “How many other women have you ravished on this couch?” She pondered, with a playful glare.
“You’re the first... On the couch.” You shrugged, chuckling to yourself as your hands caressed her strong thighs. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a smirk. “I’m honored.”
You placed a hot and slow kiss the inside of her knee and thigh. Suckling her skin gently, nibbling with your teeth. Her breath hitched, fingers gripping the cushion under her butt. Your eyes peered up as you switched to her other leg. Her eyes were half-lidded watching as you approached her clothed heat.
Pushing the rest of the skirt up, motioning her to hold it. She takes it in her hands, just as you hook your fingers around the comfortable elastic of her underwear. They were completely sheer, exposing her dripping pussy through the mesh material.
Your eyes glittered with hunger, slowly pulling them down her long legs. Caitlyn wasn’t paying much attention to what you did with them, only anticipating your lips on her lower ones. So you balled them up in one hand, pushing them under one of the cushions of the couch.
You know, just in case they get interrupted — wouldn’t want to see underwear lying around.
Sensually, you place each of her legs on your shoulders, squeezing her thighs with your hands. She pushed her pelvis towards you, as you leaned close to her glistening lips.
You pushed your fingers through, separating her puffy lips and spreading her slick — grazing over her throbbing bud. Caitlyn shuddered, a short breath leaving her lips. Pulling them away, you look up at her. “All this just for me, huh?” You stuck you fingers into your mouth, tasting the small bits of her sweet juices.
She nodded, furrowing her eyebrows. “You weren’t the only one left thinking.” She shoved her bottom lip between her teeth. A smile naughty smile grew on your lips as you neared her cunt. Delivering short kitten lick on her clit, then another — glancing up at her to examine her reactions.
“Fuck, y/n.” Caitlyn sighed, her hips jerking upwards.
Leaning your head against her thigh, your tongue licked a strip up her — spending extra attention on her clit. You licked at a steady pace, flicking her swollen bud. “Mhm... Yeah.” She moaned, one of her hands palming the back of your head. She threw her head back on the couch, letting out a raspy exhale.
You reached one of your hands to her chest, palming her full mounds. The fabric of the dress wasn’t that thick, enabling you to graze her hardened nipples. Her hips bucked against your mouth, an uncontrollable whine fleeing her parted lips.
Sitting on your knees, you tightened your legs to gain some sort of relief. “Oh, my... Gods.” She moaned loudly, causing your pussy to clench beneath your clothes. The grip on your hair tightened, while you sucked and popped her clot from your mouth. “Oh, fuck.” She chanted, rocking her hips lightly.
Just then, as you sucked and slurped her pussy. A knock sounded at your door. Widening your eyes, you pulled away. Her head shot up, giving you a shocked look. You put your finger to your lips, ducking low and gesturing her to speak.
You mom opens the door, with the usual kind smile she wore. “Oh, Caitlyn, you’re just who I wanted to see.” She began. The blue-haired looked over her shoulder, thankful of the dim light in your room. “Your parents wanted me let you know that they’ll be in the farthest bedroom down the hall. Your father, Tobias, had too much to drink at the dinner table.”
She giggled to herself under her pointer finger. Because of the direction of the couch, all she saw was Caitlyn’s head and shoulders. Not her daughter ducking under legs.
But, while she was down there, she didn’t allow her lips to leave skin for too long. Plotting hot kisses along her inner thigh quietly. Her hand sliding up her leg, placing her thumb on her clit. Her hips jolted, as she prepared to answer your mother.
“O-Oh, would that mean I’ll be staying over for the night?” Caitlyn inquired, playing it off fairly well, beside her stuttered. She sighed lowly, reaching a hand down to yours, urging your fingers to slip inside. You raised your eyebrows at her riskiness, but you happily obliged. Inserting one finger into her entrance, being welcomed by the warmness of her walls.
“Yes, if you’d like. I’m sure y/n wouldn’t mind the company.”
“I’m sure she w-wouldn’t.” Her back arched, as your fingers pumped and curled inside of her. You kept the pace slow, being that if you’d gotten any faster — the sound of her arousal would alarm your mother.
You mother was staying longer than you expected, and it seemed that Caitlyn was into it. “Speaking of... Where is my daughter?” She wondered cluelessly, scrunching her eyebrows. Caitlyn’s facade was definitely preparing to ware, her hips jerking and the shuddering in her shoulders.
Caitlyn nervously laughed, disguising the moans she so desperately wanted to let free. “You just missed her! She went to the bathroom down the hall.” The blue-haired lied, with too much enthusiasm. Your mother deepened her eyebrows once more, cocking her head to the side.
Can she go now? You were beginning to worry, because Caitlyn wanted your fingers inside of her while she spoke to your mother. She was a wild one, for that.
“Down the hall? I wonder... When she has one in here.”
The blue-haired covers her moan by clearing her throat. “I’m not sure, Mrs. But I’ll ask when she gets back.” She began rocking her hips, her bottom lip fleeing between her teeth.
“Alright. Well, you girls have a nice night — there’s fresh cookies down stairs if you’d like any.” And she shut the door behind her, allowing the young woman to finally loosen up. Caitlyn released a gutters moan into her fist, bunching up her eyebrows.
A giggle fell from your lips, watching her release the air she was holding. “Fucking hell, y/n.” She breathed, rolling her hips against your hand.
But, you pulled out your finger, standing to your feet. “Wha- What are you doing? y/n?” She pleaded, putting her own hand on her pussy to replace yours.
“I’m going to lock the door... I hate being interrupted. Even if you made it kind of hot.” You smirked, twisting the key in the hole. Quickly, you trotted back, sinking back down to your knees. “That was my intention, and I nearly came from it.” She laughed, following a whine.
Trotting back towards the couch, you slunk to your knees before her. Being met with her radiant folds, all spread out for you. “Please, for fuck sake, touch me! I cannot wait any longer.” She groaned, pushing her pussy towards you.
“It’ll be my pleasure.” You grinned, placing her legs over your shoulders — pulling her cunt tight to your face. She yelped at the abrupt action, immediately falling into a series of high pitch moans. Her orgasm had been repressed and prolonged — she just finally wanted to receive it.
Reaching down, under your dress and between your legs, you slipped your finger into your underwear. Your circled your clit, while you tongued hers. Sucking and popping from your lips. From the pleasure you’d been giving yourself, you whined against her. Caitlyn jutted her hips in response. “Y-Yes,” She trembled, her chest heaving and gripping the roots of your hair.
“So fucking sweet...” You moaned into her pussy, slurping her up.
Her eyes watch as you devour her, while stroking yourself beneath your clothes. A hearty moan releasing from her throat at the sight. You meet her eyes, sucking long and hard on her clit. Her hips buck, mouth falling open with furrowed eyebrows. “P-Please... Fuck me.” She whined, inhaling sharply. “I want your fingers...” The blue-haired squeaked, combing her fingers through your strands.
You removed your fingers from your drenched folds, mixing them with hers to insert into her throbbing hole. Gripping her own breasts, melting into the couch emitting heavy pants. “Ah- yes, just like that.” She assured, nodding her head and rolling her hips.
Curling two fingers inside of her, scraping at her constricting walls, you flicked her clit — just about sending her over the edge. The grip on your hair tightened, her legs gripping your head. Your free hand pushed down on the lower part of her stomach, unintentionally, finally driving her towards her release. “... Fuck!” She whines loudly, shaking harshly.
Her moans bleed into incoherent words, convulsing against your tongue. You hummed, sucking on her sensitive clit one last time, before licking a stripe up he’d pussy. “Y-You’re really good at that.” Caitlyn heaved, her hips still rolling. You slowly pulled out your fingers, to clean them off with your tongue — eyeing her spread form.
A shaky hand reached for your wrist, yanking you towards her. Your body collapsing on top of hers. She instantly found your lips, lazily moving her along with them. You pulled away, examining her blazed and fucked out eyes. “I like you so much, y/n.” She murmured leaning her forehead against yours.
“So fucking much...” She repeated tiredly, her fingers running up your skirt along your leg. Caitlyn nuzzled her head into your neck, breathing hotly and plotting her lips. “I want you in more ways than one.” Her words were dazed in sensuality, her hands gripping your ass. You gasp, wrapping your arms around her shoulders with a faint smile.
The blue haired pulled away, looking up at your higher figure — you straddling her spread legs. “No more other girls?” You questioned, your hands brushing through her straight dark hair. She nodded, sharing a weak smile on her flushed face. “No more other girls.” Caitlyn blinked, running her hands up your sides.
You leaned down to place a short, but meaningful kiss on her lips. Pulling back with a smile. Caitlyn followed your lips, expecting more. It was time for her to return the favor — and with less clothes on. “Woah, it’s my turn now.” She breathed, still recovering from her relieving wave of pleasure.
“There were cookies mentioned... And I want to eat some before my tongue gets sore.”
“Ooh, I forgot about those. I guess we could use a bit of a break.” Her ocean eyes looked off, biting her inside of her mouth. “But, when we get back...” She snakes her hand along your neck, placing her lips warmly against your skin.
𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - vi calls you exactly what you are, a pillow princess and in efforts to prove her wrong, you only end up proving her right. but that's fine, because that was all she wanted.
a simple joke that left your girlfriends lips. you'd been laying on your stomach across the sitting room sofa, words mindlessly falling from both your lips as you flipped through a magazine. she sat man-spreading across the arm chair, controller in hand. you always said she loved her video games more than you, but she'd always deny.
then you heard it, the joke spewing from her lips with a smirk on her face. "yeah, okay, pillow princess."
instantly, your head snapped up from your magazine. your glittery pen that you'd been circling clothing with dropped from your pretty fingers. "i'm not a pillow princess."
vi seemed to sense your distress. she set the controller down as the game conveniently ended. "well, i'm not saying there's anything wrong with it." she leaned back against the armchair, resting her hands behind her head. "i love that you're a pillow princess, believe me."
you wouldn't believe how many times she'd gotten off just by thinking about it. you were so good for her, so responsive. she hardly had to touch you and you were falling apart. sure, she loved watching your head between her thighs as you whimpered into her but there was nothing more she loved than watching you, hearing you. all of it.
you seemed butt hurt by the joke.
but vi swiftly changed the conversation, noticing the furrow of your brow.
vi knew how sensitive you were, how easily you took everything to heart and she didn't want you over thinking this. and her tactics proved right, by five minutes later you were showing her a pretty top you'd spotted on the coloured pages.
you didn't think much of it at first. in fact, for the next while, you didn't think of it at all.
perhaps you had too much in your head to contain so much information, you told vi that was why you talked so much.
it wasn't until vi had you pinned down against the bed, making out with you, that the moment popped into your head again.
you almost shut it out on accident, then it clicked. vi was kissing you deeply, her hands dragged at your hips, pulling and kneading the skin while you passed heavy breaths through your lips, kissing her back just as hard.
and suddenly, you had this urge to prove her wrong.
vi felt you shift, letting you take the lead.
she felt you turn you both over, you landed in her lap and suddenly, she was the one against the bed. her brows shifted in amusement. "what's this, baby?"
you shifted your hair to one side of your head so it didn't get in the way, you weren't really used to things like this. "jus' trying to prove something." you mumbled before reaching down and kissing her lips.
don't get me wrong, vi loved the feeling of you kissing her, whatever way you sat, laid or stood, on top or not. but she couldn't seem to shake the amusement as your mouth left hers, leaving a trail of kisses against her neck. "this have something to do with that joke i made before?"
your lips stopped momentarily at her neck, eyes gazing up. "'m not a pillow princess."
vi didn't understand why you were so adamant about it.
there was no shame in it. on the contrary, she adored it.
"yeah?" her brow cocked and she was looking at you this way that had you nodding, suddenly unable to speak. "y'sure, sweetheart? cause if i remember correctly..." suddenly, you were being flipped over again, beneath her all over again. "you quite like sitting there all pretty 'n taking it."
you could feel her hands trail down past your waist, kneading your thighs in her hands. "v-vi, 'm trying to―" you were cut off by the breath being caught in your throat.
vi's hand had trailed up your skirt, her fingers dancing over your panties. "you're trying to what, sweet girl?" you felt her fingers rub against your clothed clit. "c'mon, use your words f'me."
"vi!" you whined, feeling her fingers against you. she wasn't being fair, you were supposed to take charge but how could you think about anything when she was touching you like that?
a soft laugh left the girls lips as she pushed your panties aside, fingers gentle against your swollen bud. "love it when you whine like that."
you could only look up at her with your tinted hot cheeks.
she began to press gentle kisses against the nape of your neck, fingers trailing down to your hole, she rounded her fingers against you, collecting the trail of your slick across her digits. she made a fake gasp noise. "'n look how wet you are already." she couldn't help but smirk. "good girl."
two single words that set you off every time.
a gasp left your lips as she slipped her two fingers inside you at once. you suddenly moaned with pleasure.
vi was like a drug. every time she touched you, you found yourself addicted, begging and chasing for her to praise you. you'd do anything to please her but luckily for you, that meant just sitting there and taking it. you truly did wish you could be less 'responsive' but vi wouldn't take it any other way. her favourite thing to do was turn you dumb with her mere fingers, maybe even her strap.
your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, feeling her fingers pound against your sopping cunt. "please, vi." you moaned out. "please don't stop."
"yeah? wanna be my good girl again, huh?" nudging your face with her nose, littering kisses on your cheek.
you could only whimper out with a nod. vi had this way of making you feel like you were high on magic. you couldn't help but want her in every way.
"then say it, angel." fingers pumping in and out, embarrassing squelching sounds bounced off each wall of the bedroom. "say you're my pillow princess."
she was met with a mere whine of dissatisfaction from you.
she feigned sympathy with a coo. "awh, i know, baby. my poor girl, jus' so mean, aren't I?" but the girl didn't care much for your whining and whimpering, she'd get you to say it before you came. "but you gotta say it, yeah? don't want me to stop do you?"
you pursed your lips closed. "mm-mm. please don't stop." you practically panted out, you could almost feel frustration build in your water line. "nnghh― please, vi!"
"four words." is all she whispered back, her palm grazed against your clit every time her fingers pounded into your entrance. "know you can say it, pretty girl. jus' need me to make you all dumb, don't you, baby?"
a whimper of her name was the only thing that left your lips, eyes screwing shut.
"close, sweetheart? 's now or never, baby. say it or i'll stop."
the feeling was knotting in your stomach, ready to unravel. you didn't want to but you knew better than to cum without following orders.
so you forced the damned sentence to pass your lips. "'m your pillow princess."
and a coo only fell from the magenta haired girl. "awh, know you are, sweet girl. see? my good girl always listens, doesn't she? huh?" vi tended to ask you questions while knuckles deep in your pussy, she knew you couldn't utter a single word. "you jus' need me to make your poor pussy feel all good, don't you?"
a breathless, "uh-huh." was her answer. "'m close!"
"yeah? gonna be good f'me 'n say please?" of course, vi had to make you beg for it.
"please!" you practically squeaked out as your back arched against the bed.
a chuckle left her lips. "you can do better than that."
and you really, definitely could. but vi had made you all dumb, exactly her plan. "please let me cum, vi. please, need it so bad. please." you repeated the word please in little whispers, unable to hold back the knot in your stomach.
"you're such a good girl, 'course you can cum, baby." she felt your spongy walls suddenly tighten around her fingers. "that's it, sweetheart, cum all over vi's fingers, 's a good girl."
vi pumped her fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your high like she always did until you were squirming away from her.
she leaned against the bed with a self-loving smirk on her face, hardly glancing your way. you laid next to her, chest falling and rising as you panted out breaths. a beat of silence passed until you spoke up. "vi?" turning your head to her.
"yes, my pillow princess?" she teased.
instantly, a frown fell on your face as you crossed your arms over your chest. she wasn't being fair. "i was gonna say something, now i'm not speaking to you."
"oh, come on." she lifted your face by her thumb to make you look at her again. "no pouting or else i'll have to shut you up all over again."
an idea suddenly fell flat on your head.
your pout deepened.
vi only climbed over you with the smuggest of smirks on her face. "you dirty little slut."
would u do a part 3 of girls interrupted:) idk if it helps but Caitlyn and Y/n fights for dominance?? and maybe some overstimulation as a little touch(u don’t need to)
blurb: after things get heated in the kitchen, you take things to the bedroom — along with the intense need for caitlyn kiramman.
author’s note: sorry this took so long, thank you for requesting another part. initially was really sure how to write this, esp the fighting for dom, so i apologize if it’s not there. however, here is the finished product... i hope you all enjoy!! <3
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“Okay, those cookies were worth the break.”
While the treat was worth the intermission of your activities, nothing could top her taste or her touch. As the two of you munched on the sweet delicious treat, royal blue eyes barely left your frame. Bumping your hip every few seconds, as if you’d forgotten that she was beside you. But how could you?
She was the unattainable enforcer, yet, somehow you managed to attain her. Caitlyn was willing to throw away her lifestyle to be with you — just you.
You could never forget about her.
“Definitely worth it. However, I am getting bored.” She sipped the cool glass of water that you poured for her. Her warm blue eyes glimmering over the lip of the glass. A smile formed on your lips, heart picking up like it usually did when she graced her irises upon you.
Caitlyn sat it down on the marble counter, reaching for your hip to pull you closer. Pushing her pelvis against yours, looking down on your slightly shorter figure. Slotting her hands in the crevice between your ear neck, she pulled you in for a kiss. She massaged her lips against yours at a slow pace, savoring the flavor of them. Grazing your bottom lip with her tongue, she asked for permission of entry.
With the welcoming of the relaxation of your jaw, and the gentle carding of her deep blue hair, she could taste the remnants of the chocolate chip cookie. Deepening the kiss, she presses her body closer to yours. Long fingers gripping at material clung to your body. You moaned, tugging on her roots, furrowing your eyebrows — reacting to her addicting touch.
You just couldn’t get enough of her. And, you could assume that she thought the same thing of you.
She pulled away, leaving you absolutely breathless. The edged of her lips curling faintly, as she hooked her hands under your butt. “Jump for me.” She quickly spoke, while she acted. Not giving you much time to process what she asked of you — by then, you were already seated on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen.
Your hands placed on the skin of her shoulders, rubbing your thumbs absentmindedly. “Wha- Caitlyn, what are you doing?” Your eyebrows remained furrowed, but in a different manner. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, as her hands trailed up your legs. Starting your ankles, lifting the skirt of your dress, slowly. “Returning the favor.” She leaned her face close to yours — practically, feeling the cool breath releasing from her parted lips.
“In here? In the kitchen?” You wonder with unbelief, lips falling agape like a confused fish. “Are you mental? What if somebody sees us?” There were many instances that you could be caught. If it wasn’t your parents, it was hers. And if not them, then the maid — and that’s just terrible.
“What if I want them to see us?”
“Then I’d conclude that you are actually mental.”
You lock your arms around her neck, allowing her hands lean on your thighs. “Would that be a dealbreaker?” Caitlyn asks, her hands massaging the meat of your thighs, lightly spreading them to get closer to you. “Would what be a dealbreaker?”
Her cheeks flush with a powdered pink, avoiding your eyes briefly. “Me being mental.”
“Of course not. You just like what you like — plus, I’m kind of into it.”
Her eyes lit up, hands already gassing up to get frisky.
“Just... Not when it involves our parents. Cait, that’s gross.”
She chuckled, pressing her lips to the edge of your jaw, leading forwards the warmth of your neck. Your arms fell loosely around her shoulders, eyes fluttering shut at the contact of her lips. “Our parents aren’t down here — they’re asleep.” Her kisses got hotter and slower, spending extra time to make her mark. “And... I want to taste you, y/n.” Caitlyn sensually breathed into your ear.
You shuddered at her voice, wanting her hands to move, but they were completely still. The risk of being caught was bittersweet — you wanted to admit that you wanted it, but your ego was getting in the way. That little scene she pulled earlier with your mother was incredibly hot. What harm would it be to risk it again. “I want to spread you out on this counter, right now.”
“Well, when you put it like that...” You giggled, the pace of your breathing quickening. She hummed against your skin, biting playfully at your jugular. Taking a few glances over her head, and over your shoulder — you decide oblige. “Fine, but if we get caught... I’m blaming you.”
“Blame me as much as you want, darling.” Her fingers curled under the thin strap of your underwear, tugging it down your legs. With the help of you lifting your hips off the cool counter. Shamelessly, she dropped them to the floor, with a smirk playing her lips. Caitlyn’s hands grip your hips, pulling them to the edge of the counter, pulling a gasp from you. “But, in order for us not to get caught... You need to do your part.”
Peering into her eyes with wide needy irises, you questioned. “Which is?”
“Keeping quiet. Even though, I love those pretty little sounds you make.”
Intently gazing into her, a shaky breath flees from your lips at the contact of her finger pushing through your glistening folds. She raised her eyebrows, parting her lips — reminding you to stay quiet. Removing her finger, she popped it into her mouth as she bent down — getting eye-level with your heat.
Her hands pushed your legs further apart, spreading your lips with her thumbs. Your bottom lip went between your teeth, anticipating her sloppy touch. Caitlyn brought her face close to your cunt, delivering a kitten lick to your throbbing clit. “Just for me?” She whispers, peering up at you, just before going in.
Her tongue lapping up all of your savoring juices, prodding her tongue at your sensitive hole. All the while, maintaining eye contact with you. Biting hard on your lip, you heaved. Trying your best to refrain from making any alarming sounds. You forced through her hair, pushing it out of the way while she devoured you. “Fuck,” You whined lowly, rubbing the heel of your foot into her back.
Both of her hands caressing the thighs that rested on her shoulders. You jerked your hips towards her face, whimpering underneath the hand you placed over your mouth. “Please,” you hiccuped, “I need your fingers.” rocking your sopping cunt against her face.
She pulled back, spreading your lips once again. With a marveled look graced upon her features, she inserted her middle finger. Delving it inside of you a few times shallowly, before curling deeply. You whined, muffled by your hand. Her shiny lips curling into a toothy grin, as she added another. You flung your head back, mouth opened into a O shape.
“Yes, like that — oh, Gods, yes.”
She put her mouth back on you, slurping you up. A the tightening coil in your gut began to make its notice. Heat washing over your skin, as she brought you to your release. Reaching for a decorative towel on the counter, you placed it over your mouth. The sensations from your lover, clouding your brain. A haze of lust forming a film over your thoughtful mind.
The curl of her fingers, pushing that favored spongey spot inside of you, pulled the coil tighter. Soon, being its main reason unto it release. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shout into the cloth — muffling the majority of your sounds. The release of pleasure fleshing over your frame — paralyzing your limbs. Caitlyn rode you through your orgasm, then placing a warm kiss on your inner thigh.
You removed the cloth, throwing it to the counter. Breathing heavily, peering between your legs with admiring eyes. She stands, bracing her hands on your thighs, lightly. The blue-haired leaned towards you with an open mouth kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. Your hand held the back of her neck, pulling you in closer to her.
As the high of your release began to fade, your hunger starting moving in to replace it. You wanted to inhale her, pulling her close and grinding against her pelvis. “I want you so bad, Caitlyn.” You whined against her lips, breathing her air. She connected them to the corner of yours, humming lightly. “Oh, you can have me, darling.”
She helped your down to the floor, kneading your hips. The blue-haired bent down to pick up your underwear, earning a bit of bashful snicker from you. Shutting the kitchen light off behind you, the pair of your run towards your staircase — wanting to get to your bedroom as quick as possible.
Bare feet hitting the shiny floors at a quick pace. You’ve never wanted someone so bad — not as intense. Her lips were addicting, and so was her taste. No wonder so many other women of Piltover fell so easily for her. But, somehow, you managed to keep her all for yourself — just how you wanted her.
You pushed open the door to your room, quickly pulling her inside. Immediately, you slammed your lips against hers, using her body to shut the door. Standing on the tips of your toes, your cupped each side of her face, flushing your body against her. Caitlyn’s hands found solace on your hips, pulling you closer. The flavor of you still lingered on her lips and tongue, causing your inner walls to contract at the memory.
Moaning against her lips, she opened her jaw, allowing you automatic entrance. Her hands began bunching up your dress, just to get a full grip of your bare ass. You gasped, still moving your lips messily along with hers. “Jump.” She requests, you adhering immediately in your fit of lust.
Wrapping you arms around her neck, choosing to plot your kisses down her jaw and towards her neck. You left her breathless, with eyes rolling at the soft sensation of your lips against her hot skin. She carried you to your bed, laying herself on top of you — finding your lips once again.
Her hands wandered your body looking for the zipper of your midi-dress, laying between your legs. She pulled away for, deepening her eyebrows. “Where the hell is your zipper?” You giggled, face flushed with passion. You sat up, reaching your arms behind you. It was at the spine of your back. “Ah, I got it.” Caitlyn was sat on her knees, pulling the little zipper down your back. Which allowed the material to loosen around your body. The straps slipping down your arms, bodice no longer clinging to your figure.
“You mind if I?”
“Please, do.”
Caitlyn slid the straps all the way down your arms, revealing your bare chest. Laying back, she pulled the dress down your hips — being that she already removed your underwear, you were completely naked before her. Your cheeks couldn’t help but flush magenta from the way her eyes was ogling your body. She dropped the slightly heavy material onto the floor, drifting her hands up your sides.
Her delicate touch causing you to twitch beneath her. Leaning back over you, she grinned wistfully. “You’re so beautiful, y/n.” Caitlyn bends down, placing her lips upon the soft skin of your neck. You sigh, running your hands through her hair, while the other plucked at the material of her clothes. Her lips left warmth behind, as she plotted more longing smooches along your skin, leading to your breasts.
Your breathing was airy, lacking in patience for her. The sheer memory of her whining from your touch, was driving you insane — along with the memory from only minutes ago. When she was devouring your in the kitchen. While you loved her pleasing touches, you loved to touch her — it was equally as pleasing. Possibly, even more.
Her lips sucked around your areola, purposely avoiding the sensitive peak. Your chest rose and fell against her face, lips parted. She ignored your subtle request of the removal of her clothes, but you couldn’t go on without seeing her. As perverted as that sounded. “I think it’s a bit unfair that i’m the only one completely naked.” You breathed, shakily.
Blue irises looked up against your rising chest, her bottom lip dragging across your skin. “My apologies, my love.” She snickered, sliding off of the bed to remove clothes. But, you sat up with your legs still spread, causing her eyes to look between them.
“Wait, let me.” Your adjusted standing to your knees on the mattress. Caitlyn wholesomely smiled, showing of her pearly teeth. You walked on your knees to the edge, reaching your hands out. She stepped between them, her hands finding comfort at your bare hips. Her dress didn’t have zippers or buttons, it was simply pulled up. The material being slightly stretchy to conform to her fit body.
With soft fingers, you hooked under her straps, pulling them down her arms. Her sun-kissed skin looked incredibly supple, you just had to grace your lips upon it once more. Leaving wet spots along her chest and neck. Pulling it down further, her heavy breasts popped free. Bringing one hand to cup one of them, you sucked at the swell of her breast. Thumbing the hardening bud, with your eyes fluttered closed.
Her breath hitched, back arching towards you. “I thought you wanted to undress me... ” Caitlyn asked, her bottom lip going between your teeth as you finally sucked her nipple into your mouth. Popping it from your lips, you looked up at her, a curl developing at the corner of your lips. “I am undressing you.” You squeezed the fat of her tit, sucking her nipple back into your mouth. Nibbling and suckling — milking her tit like your life depended on it.
“Gods, y/n.”
She moaned, wantonly. Her long eyebrows furrowing, watching as you moved to the next one. Nearly forgetting about the firm cloth hugging her waist. Her hands palming the base of your neck, fighting everything not to grip the roots of your hair. “I never got the chance to really ravish you...” Your fingers hook into the material, pulling it down her hips. With her lips trailing behind — kissing her abdominals and obliques on the way down. “You’re so gorgeous. Everything about you.”
With a final push, the material slipped down her firm, but slender legs. Leaving her completely bare. You were eye level the perfectly maintained landing strip on her mons. Placing your hands on her hips, you straightened your posture, while kissing up her stomach. “Let me please you, Caitlyn.” Your eyes glimmered, begging her to allow you to have your way.
You nuzzled your face into her neck, sucking on a singular spot. Pushing breathy moans from her throat — she was becoming needy. And her usual thirst to lead, was evaporating with every touch. Your lips meeting at the soft spot under her earlobe. “Please,” You whined, pushing your breasts up against hers, kneading her hips and waist with need.
Her pupils had long dilated, gazing at your with complete desire. “I want to make you feel good.” You kiss her cheek, innocently. One of your hands sliding between her legs — lightly grazing her throbbing clit that was peeking through her puffy lips. Her breath hitched, hands gripping the meat of your hips.
With no words, she nodded, a low whine following behind her movements. “Use your words...”
“Please... Fuck me, y/n.”
You didn’t expect her response to be so vulgar, but you absorbed it nonetheless. Your pussy clenching to explicitness of her words — that didn’t matter now, though. Her pleasure was at the forefront of your mind.
Caitlyn was sopping wet, her arousal might as well been dripping down her legs. You removed your finger, wrapping your hand around her wrist. Backing up on the plushy mattress, you guided her back onto the bed.
Her face was beyond flushed with a powdery pink, eyes hazed over with submissive lust. Her usual cocky demeanor was overshadowed by her sensual need — she needed your touch.
Pressing your body against hers, you pressed your lips onto hers. And instant whine fleeing from her throat. Caitlyn guides by laying herself down over the pillows, welcoming you to her center with spread legs. She purposely ground her heated core against your pelvis, hitting your throbbing clit every once in awhile.
Her legs hooked by your sides, egging you to just fuck her already. However, you wanted to take your time. Your hand cupped her breast again, dipping your head to feast on her hardened buds. When your lips disconnected, she released a frustration groan. Rolling her hips on nothing to try and satisfy herself. “M-Mommy... Please.” The first part was barely coherent, but you understood the gist.
Caitlyn just called you mommy.
You nipped at her sensitive peak, popping your lips from around it. “What’d you just say?”
“You don’t like that, do you-?”
“No, I fucking love it.” You quickly dismiss her worry, plotting your lips at the valley between her breasts. “Call me that as much as you want.” You travelled to her other breast, laving at her nipple. All the while keeping tempting eye contact. Wrapping your lips around her, lapping your tongue all around the hardened peak. Suckling with a mission, earning a pleasant grind of her hips.
She whined, sobbing in frustration. “Y-Your fingers...” Caitlyn tried, with deeply furrowed eyebrows. Her hands gripping on your shoulders and hair. While suckling on her tit, your free hand descended down her body. You gathered her slicked, causing her body to shudder beneath you. With your eyes stuck on her closing ones, you circled her clit. “You want mommy to fuck you, baby?”
She nodded, humming with her lips between her teeth. Her hips bucking against your hands. Knowing she could take it, you slipped two fingers into her cunt. The blue-haired gasping and clenching in response. “T-Thank y-you — fuck!” Caitlyn sobbed, rolling her hips against your stilled hands. Slowly, you began to curl those two fingers. Brushing up against the most sensitive spot inside of her, repeatedly.
Still, sucking on her tit like it was your life source, you fucked her with conviction — not so much speed. The muscle in your bicep flexing with every thrust. Her mouth hung open, releasing involuntary moans that were brief and whiny. “Yes, yes...” Caitlyn chanted, opening her eyes to see you playing with her nipples. The sensation of your teeth nipping at the sensitivity of her bud, sent ripples through her pussy.
Soreness increasing, but the pain only making the pleasure feel even better. Popping her bud from your lips, you lean forward, nibbling on her skin. “Mommy... Fuckkk.” She rasped near your ear, jerking your hips towards your hand. “Faster,” You oblige, quickening your pace. Your fingers ramming into her cunt to just so you can hear the sounds that was just so appealing. Her eyes has fluttered closed, trying to fight for her orgasm, just as much as you were.
Bracing yourself on your arm, using your fingers to brush stray pieces of hair from her face. “I want to see those pretty eyes when you come for me.” As she whined loudly, they fluttered open. Blue eyes glazed with desire. “Good girl.” You hummed, scissoring your fingers inside of her.
“Ah!” She sobbed, rolling her hips quickly, chasing her release. “Gods!” Her hips began to sputter roughly — her silken walls clutching your fingers sporadically.
“I-I’m comi—!” Her breath is taken from her with the final thrust of your fingers, clipping the ever tightening coil that was winding in the pit of stomach. At its impact, she could barely keep her eyes open — them rolling as the disorienting feeling of pleasure washed over. Her low fingernails scraped at your back, as her high pitch moans bellowed from her lips. Caitlyn shook violently from the force of her orgasm.
“Holy f-fuck.” She trembled.
With little time to recover, you slid your fingers out. Pushing them into your to rid your fingers of her slick the only way you knew how. Her dilated eyes watched, her pussy still clenching in recovery. Her thighs were pushed together, trying to sooth her sensitivity as you sat back on your feet.
Placing your hands her knees, pushing her thighs apart. “I’m not quite done with you yet, my pretty girl.” You placed a comforting kiss on the inside of her knee. Lying on your stomach, setting her legs over your shoulder.
“What about your tongue?”
“What about my tongue?”
Caitlyn giggled, “Isn’t it sore? Because I know she’s sore.” She mentions her pussy, sharing worried, yet, an intrigued set of eyes. Truthfully, your tongue was a bit sore, but her pleasure meant more to you than a little pain.
“Do you want me to stop?” You forwardly ask, furrowing your eyebrows. If she was showing signs of apprehension, you weren’t going to continue. “Oh, Gods no. I’m just sensitive — I’m a little nervous, but I trust you.” She rambled. Which was a side you’ve yet to seem from the lioness of Piltover.
She rubs her foot up your back. “Go on. Before it goes away.”
You shake your head, chuckling, but wasting no time in licking a stripe of her pussy. She immediately shudders roughly. A shaken noise coming from her. You make out with her clit, flicking it with your tongue — making obnoxious slurping noises. Her moans had already reached a higher octave, forgetting the build up being that she was already there. “y/n!” She cried, grabbing your roots at full force.
The sweet flavor of her juices coating your tongue. You moan against her, causing her to jerk her hips. Ignoring the soreness in your tongue, you went to work. Lapping her up, and prodding at her cunt with your tongue. “Oh... sshhittt.” She dragged on her syllables, already feeling that familiar wave preparing pour over her.
As much as you enjoyed giving, and focus being completely on her. The clenching of your own pussy was becoming unbearable. Her lewd moans filled your ears and clouded your head — causing you to mindlessly hump your sheets. As if that was going to reward you with some kind of relief.
Her hips jerk rigidly, before completely stilling. The sounds from her mouth silencing, only to up in pitch a few seconds later. She cried out an incoherent babble of your name mixed with the nickname she called you earlier — mommy. If you had the option to be called that for the rest of your life by her... You would absolutely do more than consider it. “Y-You’re so — so fucking...” She muttered, trailing off in a bit of a daze.
“Come ‘ere.” She ordered, giving you grabby hands for her to pull you down. You crawl up her body, her lips quickly finding yours. With your fatigued lips and her exhausted frame, you lazily massaged each other’s lips. Intertwining your legs, you leaned your forearms beside her head, passionately making out.
Subconsciously, you began to ground your hips on her thigh. One of her hands finding its place of fat of the side of your ass, aiding your movements. You pulled away, releasing something mixed between a whine and a frustrated groan. Her dilated pupils were stuck to yours, bottom lip falling between her teeth. Caitlyn guided your hips, with her usual dominating glare.
Using spaces beside her head, you held yourself up, furrowing your eyebrows as she aided you towards your orgasm. Grinding your sopping wet heat on her thigh. “C-Caitl...” You lost your voice, a wanton moan taking the place of her name.
“Mhm. Fuck yourself... Just like that.” She muttered, drifting her hands up your body. Her fingers pinching at your nipples, and massaging the soft mounds. Her eyes were doe-y, peering into yours — nonverbally welcoming your release.
Gripping the pillows behind her head, you humped her leg like an animal in heat. Bucking your hips quickly against her bent leg. “... So close,” You squeak, fluttering your eyes shut. Caitlyn hummed, groping different parts of your body, all while keeping her eyes stuck to your features.
“You’re doing so good for me...” She paused, a fatigued smirk forming on her lips. “Mommy.”
And just like that, your long awaited orgasm ripped through you like a missile. Your muscles tighter, causing your hips to sputter against her thigh. The upper half of your body fell atop of hers, completely exhausted. Not only was your mouth incredibly sore, so was your arm — just a little bit, though.
Your head had nuzzled into her neck, laying sloppy kisses along the skin of her shoulder. She did the same, wrapping her arms around your back. “You’re so... Different, y/n.” Caitlyn sighed, locking her hands behind your back. She adjusted the two of you, so you could lay on your side.
You hooked one of your legs over her hip, leaning your head back with your arms wrapped around her neck. One of your hands reached towards her face to remove the straggly pieces of her hair, as you deepened your eyebrows. “How so?” You ask with a chuckle attached.
She shrugged, her eyes scanning your features. “I don’t know — it’s just different with you.”
“I’m sure you’ve said that before.”
Caitlyn shook her head, genuinely. Her slender eyebrows deepening at the claim. “No, y/n... I haven’t.” Her royal irises gleam intently at you, her fingers drawing patterns on your back. “I mean, I don’t call just anyone mommy.” She quirks a smile, bashfully looking down.
A giggle falls from your lips, your hands moving to cup her jaw. Your thumb rubbing rainbows across her cheeks. If life were to be a cartoon, there’d be nothing but heart eyes replacing your colored ones. “Seriously, I really like you, y/n. I’m all yours... That’s if you’ll have me.”
Your silence was damn near deafening. You could see the doubt filling into her sharp features. And the thing is, you’ve never seen a doubtful Caitlyn Kiramman — she was being genuine.
“The absurdity it would be if I said no. A little over two hours ago, I confessed to you — of course, I’ll have you, Caitlyn.” You grinned, sealing it with a simple and sweet kiss. Meeting her lips, she giggled pulling your body closer towards hers — even though you were as close as physically possible.
You pulled away, the grin impossible to wash away. “Wow, I have Caitlyn Kiramman all to myself.” You hummed, playing loosely in her deep blue strands. She batted her eyes, drawing unintelligible shapes on your spine.
“And you’re all mine.” The blue haired leans forward, kissing the tip of your nose. Then, the top of your lips. Then, the corner of your lips. Then, you feel one of her hands, trailing down your hooked leg — hiking it further up her hip. She was definitely about to go there.
Is it possible to get a Caitlyn x fem!reader following your "girls interrupted" one where reader doesnt want to be just a one night stand. So caitlyn assures her by letting the reader eat her out or somethin? Idk if that's too specific. Lmao I just love Caitlyn
GIRLS INTERRUPTED II ½
minors do not interact 18+ only
caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, exhibitionism, oral (fem!receiving), nasty ass cait.
blurb: you’re desire for more than a one night stand... just might be mutual.
author’s note: i hope i did your request justice. it’s a bit longer than i expected it to be, but sometimes i can’t help but add extra shit. please enjoy!!! <3
You just couldn’t get those royal blues out of your mind. Obviously, not just her royal blues — everything else, too. The way her body moved atop of yours. The way her lips molded with your own effortlessly. The way her slender fingers... — it would’ve pathetic for that to have been only a one time occurrence.
By no means were you special, though. That couldn’t have been true. Even if her oceanic blues called out for you during pillow talk — that could just be an after sex thing for her. Everyone knew that Caitlyn Kiramman didn’t engage in anything besides casual sexual encounters. Regardless of how good they were.
She hasn’t even spoken to you a full week. Yes, you’ve been counting. You weren’t entirely sure if it was how she made you feel or if it was just her that intrigued you so much.
You were about to find out in just a few moments, though.
You’d primped and primed to your best ability. Finally, slipping your heeled shoes on to greet your guests at the front door — along with your parents to welcome in the Kiramman’s.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to curse your parents or thank them. Because you didn’t know how you were going to approach Caitlyn after your encounter. Now, that you were questioning your feelings towards her — it made things weird.
However, you were positive she’d been through this on many occasions with many other girls.
That alone was extremely deterring.
With your hands folded in front of your body politely, you smiled slightly bending forward as they entered. “Good evening, Mr and Mrs Kiramman.” You smiled, like the angelic young adult you were. Making a wonderful example of your family. “You as well, Caitlyn.” She nodded back at you, a familiar glint in her eye.
You weren’t sure exactly what was on the matriarch’s mind, but it probably wasn’t good. Or she just naturally scowled, and you could respect that. “We’re so very glad the three of you could make it. No Jayce Talis tonight?” Your father spoke, sharing his eyes with both of the parents.
Once Jayce had informed the council about Hextech — his popularity sky rocketed. He was demanded in nearly every room. It was kind of annoying, but equally impressive.
“Unfortunately, no. He had an ordeal with one of his projects — stuck in the lab with his assistant.” Tobias Kiramman informs professionally.
Your mother hummed proudly, glancing down at you. She’s always found Jayce and Hextech to be so incredible. You sometimes assumed that she had a little crush on him — despite her being married. “Oh, that’s just wonderful! I’ll be expecting new Hextech inventions to invest in very soon. You tell him that.”
You glanced towards the blue-haired young woman, standing tall. Meeting her eyes you playfully rolled yours, concerning your mother’s joyous words. The corner of her lips curled, but she averted her eyes quickly.
The heels of your shoes began to click against your marble floors, as you and your family begin to lead the Kiramman’s to the dining room. Your maid brings in the food, setting the table with hot plates.
Caitlyn had shown to be incredibly grateful, even offering to pick up her own plate when she was finished. Which only made you want her more.
Then, she entered phase two. Which was finding inconspicuous ways to charm and seduce you. All the while you politely sat across from her — smiling and nodding when needed.
Her feet would brush up the skirt of your dress, caressing your leg. While she cut the meat in her plate, casually. Or when she’d flip her hair over her shoulder to expose her defined collarbones. Glancing up through her eyelashes briefly.
Caitlyn Kiramman was such a tease, and she was a threat to your emotions — big time.
After the dessert was set out, the girls were dismissed. So their parent’s could discuss other subjects without involving them — as if they were children. But neither you or Caitlyn were complaining. The two of you finally had some time to talk one on one — without her mom boring her crystal irises into you.
Your home may not have been as large as hers, but it definitely had acres of space.
Caitlyn walked close by your side, bumping her hip every now then on you. Or her long fingers brushing yours. The journey was silent on the way to your room — comfortably silent. You just didn’t exactly know what to say.
Ironic how you finally had the time to do so, and you just couldn’t.
You glance at the side of her face, while her eyes toured the long and high corridors of your home. Her lips were parted slightly, showing off her little gap tooth.
When you get to the double doors of your room, you open one of them for her allowing Caitlyn to enter first. Delivering a tight-lipped smile, as she entered with wide eyes.
Your room had a lot of space, even had a spot for a couch in front of a fireplace — that still happened to be lit. Posters decorated your walls with your favorite Piltovian artists and celebrities. Even a few Hextech pages were up there. Your burnt orange satin sheets were pulled tightly, accented with large and full beaded pillows
The main theme in your room, besides your posters were different hues of orange. And the younger Kiramman caught onto it very fast. She hummed at the organization of your space, her fingers trailing over your bed post. “You have a lovely room, y/n.” She smiled toothily, peering over her shoulder with pretty eyes.
You had shut the door behind, sticking to it as you watched her saunter towards the couch facing the fireplace. “Thanks, Caitlyn.” You replied with a weak, awkward smile. She nodded her head towards her, motioning for you to go and sit with her. You nodded, your heels clicking against the mahogany floors of your room.
Shuffling towards the fluffy cushions, you plopped into the farthest square. Leaving a cushion between the two of you. Caitlyn sat forward, her legs crossed over the other, staring into the fire with an indescribable look. It was her usual stoic appearance, but their was a suggestive glint in her eyes. The one you’d been seeing all night.
“I’ve been meaning to meet with you all week.” She stated, finally peering over towards you. Her velvety voice hugged the words coming from her lips — suddenly appearing flirtatious. Your breath hitched, eyebrows deepening and releasing words with a stutter. “M-Meet with me?”
What did she mean by that? Meet as in meet? Or, meet as in meet? For the past five days you’ve been reading into everything that she’s said and/or done.
It was driving you crazy.
Caitlyn snickered, placing a finger over her lips. “Yes, meet with you.” The blue-haired enforcer began. “My week has been so stressful with my assignments and my mother. I just haven’t had much time for a break.” She explained, sincerity in her eyes.
She might’ve caught on to the awkwardness that was obviously leaking from you. “Oh... Well, good thing the week is over, huh?” You mentally face-palm, externally your face heating up — and not from the fire.
She giggled, squinting her almond eyes at you. “Right... Is something going on? Are you alright?” Caitlyn bunched her eyebrows. You raised your eyebrows, grazing your tongue over your moisturized lips.
“Uhm, no. Why would there be?”
The blue-haired hums, adjusting her head to look at you from the opposite side of the couch. “I mean... y/n, you’re acting a bit odd.” She furrowed her eyebrows, a faint smile still on her lips.
“I’m odd sometimes, Caitlyn.”
“Obviously...” She muttered, before patting the seat beside her. “Come here.”
You hesitated but you didn’t have much of a choice but to oblige. Honestly, you’d probably do anything she commanded of you — like you were under some sort of compulsion. A sigh fell from you as you scooted over towards her. However, she seemed unsatisfied. “Closer, darling.”
With a roll of your eyes, which was more at yourself than her, you scooted closer. Enough for your knees to touch. She reached her hand up, cupping your jaw. You couldn’t help but slightly nuzzle your head into her hand, shutting your eyes wholeheartedly. Her thing wiped across the skin of your cheek, before gripping your chin gently — forcing you to meet her eyes.
“Tell me, what’s on your mind? I know there’s something there.” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her lips slightly parted. Leaning forward slightly, you leaned your hands on thighs as she brought you forward.
You cleared your throat, placing one hand around her wrist. “I’d rather not say...” You announce pathetically, sitting on your knees.
“But I’m asking you — I obviously would like to know.”
“It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, I’m sure.”
You pull her hand off of your face, sitting back on your feet. A pouty expression on your features. Her lips were parted in confusion, awaiting for the elaboration. You sighed, shoving your face into your hands. “I-I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Cait.” You breathily declared, peeking through your fingers.
Her smile widened, eyes surveying your face. “I could say the same...”
“I don’t think you could...” You muttered, sighing anxiously. “How do you know what I could or couldn’t?” She voiced, peeling your hands from your face, holding them in hers.
You pressed your lips together at the warm contact. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you because... Because I have feelings for you.” You stuttered, barely over a whisper. She said nothing, but her palms cradled yours. “This whole one and done — or even two and through thing... It just wouldn’t work.”
“The thought of you with another girl gives me stomach aches.” You pouted, gripping her fingers. The fire sending crackles throughout the room, and lighting up your faces. “And, don’t get me wrong, I know how you are — everyone does. You’re not the relationship type. Nor am I the type to force that on someone who obviously doesn’t want it.” You rambled, eyes connected to your fidgety hands in hers.
Her teeth peeked through her lips, as she watched your nervousness personify. “Are you done?” She asks simply, her dilated eyes looking through yours. You nod, shakily. A weak smile pulling onto your lips.
Instead of saying anything, she leaned forward placing a hefty kiss on your lips. Her hands slowly reaching up to cup your jaw, caressing your cheeks with her thumbs. Easily, you succumbed to her lips — being that you’ve missed them so much. Your hands automatically settling at her hips, leaning towards her.
She adjusted how she was seated, sitting on her knees to accommodate to your position. You pushing your pelvis against hers, gripping at the sides of her butt. She pulls away, leaving you with a quick kiss. You followed her, eyes opening hazily. “You sure do talk a lot when your nervous, y/n.”
“Of course, I am. Look at you and your reputation. It’s definitely something to be be nervous about.” You breathed, still massaging her hips. Her hands were rested on your shoulder, giving you an amused glare. “I don’t want you to be, though.”
Her hands stroked the skin of your neck, her eyes drifting to towards your chest. “A-Are you saying there’s nothing for me to be nervous about..?” You bumped her pelvis against yours, her hands navigating to the back of your hair.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Your eyes hold onto each other, her thumbs dancing across your face. Feeling every divot and feature wholly. Caitlyn leans forward, but doesn’t dive right into your lips. Your anticipation markets as eagerness as your try to close the space. But she just creates more distance, just to close it again. She breathes the nervous air coming from your lips, before plotting a slow smooch at the corner of your lips. Then she placed another at the other corner, warmly.
Finally, meeting yours again with patience. Each movement was slow and intentional, causing an involuntary moan to muffle from your throat. Her hands massaging the base of your neck and shoulders. Your own drifted from her hips to the divot of her waist, pulling her flush against you.
Your lips trailed down from her lips towards her jaw, ultimately causing her to succumb to you — this time. Sucking on the thin skin of her jugular, you hummed. Caitlyn releasing little raspy breaths of pleasure. Her hands delving into your hair. “Was that the push you needed to ravish me.” She giggled, followed by another light moan.
“Ravish you?” You pulled away with a grin on your lips. “Is that what you want me to do?”
“I wouldn’t mind.” The blue-haired shrugged, pushing her bottom lip between her teeth.
You snickered, pushing a piece of her dark hair back. “Sit back for me.” Caitlyn peered at you with doe eyes, obliging. She sat her back against the cushion, slumping and spreading her legs — as if she already knew what you were up to. And she did.
With devoted eye contact, you stood to your feet off the couch, kneeling in front of her. You placed your hands on her exposed ankles, rubbing up her smooth legs — hiking up the long dress. The blue-haired scooted her butt more towards the end of the couch. “How many other women have you ravished on this couch?” She pondered, with a playful glare.
“You’re the first... On the couch.” You shrugged, chuckling to yourself as your hands caressed her strong thighs. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a smirk. “I’m honored.”
You placed a hot and slow kiss the inside of her knee and thigh. Suckling her skin gently, nibbling with your teeth. Her breath hitched, fingers gripping the cushion under her butt. Your eyes peered up as you switched to her other leg. Her eyes were half-lidded watching as you approached her clothed heat.
Pushing the rest of the skirt up, motioning her to hold it. She takes it in her hands, just as you hook your fingers around the comfortable elastic of her underwear. They were completely sheer, exposing her dripping pussy through the mesh material.
Your eyes glittered with hunger, slowly pulling them down her long legs. Caitlyn wasn’t paying much attention to what you did with them, only anticipating your lips on her lower ones. So you balled them up in one hand, pushing them under one of the cushions of the couch.
You know, just in case they get interrupted — wouldn’t want to see underwear lying around.
Sensually, you place each of her legs on your shoulders, squeezing her thighs with your hands. She pushed her pelvis towards you, as you leaned close to her glistening lips.
You pushed your fingers through, separating her puffy lips and spreading her slick — grazing over her throbbing bud. Caitlyn shuddered, a short breath leaving her lips. Pulling them away, you look up at her. “All this just for me, huh?” You stuck you fingers into your mouth, tasting the small bits of her sweet juices.
She nodded, furrowing her eyebrows. “You weren’t the only one left thinking.” She shoved her bottom lip between her teeth. A smile naughty smile grew on your lips as you neared her cunt. Delivering short kitten lick on her clit, then another — glancing up at her to examine her reactions.
“Fuck, y/n.” Caitlyn sighed, her hips jerking upwards.
Leaning your head against her thigh, your tongue licked a strip up her — spending extra attention on her clit. You licked at a steady pace, flicking her swollen bud. “Mhm... Yeah.” She moaned, one of her hands palming the back of your head. She threw her head back on the couch, letting out a raspy exhale.
You reached one of your hands to her chest, palming her full mounds. The fabric of the dress wasn’t that thick, enabling you to graze her hardened nipples. Her hips bucked against your mouth, an uncontrollable whine fleeing her parted lips.
Sitting on your knees, you tightened your legs to gain some sort of relief. “Oh, my... Gods.” She moaned loudly, causing your pussy to clench beneath your clothes. The grip on your hair tightened, while you sucked and popped her clot from your mouth. “Oh, fuck.” She chanted, rocking her hips lightly.
Just then, as you sucked and slurped her pussy. A knock sounded at your door. Widening your eyes, you pulled away. Her head shot up, giving you a shocked look. You put your finger to your lips, ducking low and gesturing her to speak.
You mom opens the door, with the usual kind smile she wore. “Oh, Caitlyn, you’re just who I wanted to see.” She began. The blue-haired looked over her shoulder, thankful of the dim light in your room. “Your parents wanted me let you know that they’ll be in the farthest bedroom down the hall. Your father, Tobias, had too much to drink at the dinner table.”
She giggled to herself under her pointer finger. Because of the direction of the couch, all she saw was Caitlyn’s head and shoulders. Not her daughter ducking under legs.
But, while she was down there, she didn’t allow her lips to leave skin for too long. Plotting hot kisses along her inner thigh quietly. Her hand sliding up her leg, placing her thumb on her clit. Her hips jolted, as she prepared to answer your mother.
“O-Oh, would that mean I’ll be staying over for the night?” Caitlyn inquired, playing it off fairly well, beside her stuttered. She sighed lowly, reaching a hand down to yours, urging your fingers to slip inside. You raised your eyebrows at her riskiness, but you happily obliged. Inserting one finger into her entrance, being welcomed by the warmness of her walls.
“Yes, if you’d like. I’m sure y/n wouldn’t mind the company.”
“I’m sure she w-wouldn’t.” Her back arched, as your fingers pumped and curled inside of her. You kept the pace slow, being that if you’d gotten any faster — the sound of her arousal would alarm your mother.
You mother was staying longer than you expected, and it seemed that Caitlyn was into it. “Speaking of... Where is my daughter?” She wondered cluelessly, scrunching her eyebrows. Caitlyn’s facade was definitely preparing to ware, her hips jerking and the shuddering in her shoulders.
Caitlyn nervously laughed, disguising the moans she so desperately wanted to let free. “You just missed her! She went to the bathroom down the hall.” The blue-haired lied, with too much enthusiasm. Your mother deepened her eyebrows once more, cocking her head to the side.
Can she go now? You were beginning to worry, because Caitlyn wanted your fingers inside of her while she spoke to your mother. She was a wild one, for that.
“Down the hall? I wonder... When she has one in here.”
The blue-haired covers her moan by clearing her throat. “I’m not sure, Mrs. But I’ll ask when she gets back.” She began rocking her hips, her bottom lip fleeing between her teeth.
“Alright. Well, you girls have a nice night — there’s fresh cookies down stairs if you’d like any.” And she shut the door behind her, allowing the young woman to finally loosen up. Caitlyn released a gutters moan into her fist, bunching up her eyebrows.
A giggle fell from your lips, watching her release the air she was holding. “Fucking hell, y/n.” She breathed, rolling her hips against your hand.
But, you pulled out your finger, standing to your feet. “Wha- What are you doing? y/n?” She pleaded, putting her own hand on her pussy to replace yours.
“I’m going to lock the door... I hate being interrupted. Even if you made it kind of hot.” You smirked, twisting the key in the hole. Quickly, you trotted back, sinking back down to your knees. “That was my intention, and I nearly came from it.” She laughed, following a whine.
Trotting back towards the couch, you slunk to your knees before her. Being met with her radiant folds, all spread out for you. “Please, for fuck sake, touch me! I cannot wait any longer.” She groaned, pushing her pussy towards you.
“It’ll be my pleasure.” You grinned, placing her legs over your shoulders — pulling her cunt tight to your face. She yelped at the abrupt action, immediately falling into a series of high pitch moans. Her orgasm had been repressed and prolonged — she just finally wanted to receive it.
Reaching down, under your dress and between your legs, you slipped your finger into your underwear. Your circled your clit, while you tongued hers. Sucking and popping from your lips. From the pleasure you’d been giving yourself, you whined against her. Caitlyn jutted her hips in response. “Y-Yes,” She trembled, her chest heaving and gripping the roots of your hair.
“So fucking sweet...” You moaned into her pussy, slurping her up.
Her eyes watch as you devour her, while stroking yourself beneath your clothes. A hearty moan releasing from her throat at the sight. You meet her eyes, sucking long and hard on her clit. Her hips buck, mouth falling open with furrowed eyebrows. “P-Please... Fuck me.” She whined, inhaling sharply. “I want your fingers...” The blue-haired squeaked, combing her fingers through your strands.
You removed your fingers from your drenched folds, mixing them with hers to insert into her throbbing hole. Gripping her own breasts, melting into the couch emitting heavy pants. “Ah- yes, just like that.” She assured, nodding her head and rolling her hips.
Curling two fingers inside of her, scraping at her constricting walls, you flicked her clit — just about sending her over the edge. The grip on your hair tightened, her legs gripping your head. Your free hand pushed down on the lower part of her stomach, unintentionally, finally driving her towards her release. “... Fuck!” She whines loudly, shaking harshly.
Her moans bleed into incoherent words, convulsing against your tongue. You hummed, sucking on her sensitive clit one last time, before licking a stripe up he’d pussy. “Y-You’re really good at that.” Caitlyn heaved, her hips still rolling. You slowly pulled out your fingers, to clean them off with your tongue — eyeing her spread form.
A shaky hand reached for your wrist, yanking you towards her. Your body collapsing on top of hers. She instantly found your lips, lazily moving her along with them. You pulled away, examining her blazed and fucked out eyes. “I like you so much, y/n.” She murmured leaning her forehead against yours.
“So fucking much...” She repeated tiredly, her fingers running up your skirt along your leg. Caitlyn nuzzled her head into your neck, breathing hotly and plotting her lips. “I want you in more ways than one.” Her words were dazed in sensuality, her hands gripping your ass. You gasp, wrapping your arms around her shoulders with a faint smile.
The blue haired pulled away, looking up at your higher figure — you straddling her spread legs. “No more other girls?” You questioned, your hands brushing through her straight dark hair. She nodded, sharing a weak smile on her flushed face. “No more other girls.” Caitlyn blinked, running her hands up your sides.
You leaned down to place a short, but meaningful kiss on her lips. Pulling back with a smile. Caitlyn followed your lips, expecting more. It was time for her to return the favor — and with less clothes on. “Woah, it’s my turn now.” She breathed, still recovering from her relieving wave of pleasure.
“There were cookies mentioned... And I want to eat some before my tongue gets sore.”
“Ooh, I forgot about those. I guess we could use a bit of a break.” Her ocean eyes looked off, biting her inside of her mouth. “But, when we get back...” She snakes her hand along your neck, placing her lips warmly against your skin.
ahem ahem... I saw your requests were open and i am viciously starving for arcane content sooooooo
Praise n Mommy kink w/ Service top Caitlyn x fem reader? 👀
Decent...?
🥀A/n : GRRRRR I LOVE U FOR THIS- it has a twist at the end i really enjoyed hehe, so i hope u like it too!!! gen considering making this a series...
🥀 Pairing(s) : Caitlyn x fem!reader
🥀Cw : smut, aftercare/fluff at the end, mommy kink, praise, safeword mention, pwp, Vi walks on on yall at the end, sub!fem!reader
🥀 minors dni
you hurry up towards Caitlyn's room, navigating the familiar passageways of her mansion towards your lover. you were stopping by to visit her after hearing about her return to Piltover, and you couldn't deny that you were excited to hear about the experience. she had sent you a letter in the middle of her trip, but you were practically dying for more details.
while it had only been a few days since you'd last seen her, you were already bubbling with anticipation. you had heard all about her theories and hoped, for her sake, she had caught a lead.
you had also heard about her escapades with a certain red head from the undercity, and above all, you were intrigued about the new acquaintance she had seemingly made.
as you approached the door to her room, you felt a moment of hesitation overcome you as your hand hovers over the door knob. you hope she wasn't too tired, Caitlyn had a tendency to wear herself out after long days and difficult jobs. you didn't want to wake her if she was sleeping, but your desire to see her trumps your worries.
knock, knock.
you gently knock on the door, and after a beat of silence, a familiar voice beckons you in. however, before you could enter, Caitlyn opens the door without you even touching the handle and pulls you into a tight hug.
"hey, baby.. you okay?" you ask, gently carding a hand through her hair. she releases you, a tired but warm smile on her face. "i'm better now that you're here, darling." she gently pulls you into her room, closing the door to reveal its emptiness. you were both relieved and disappointed, as you were hoping to meet Vi, but grateful for the time alone.
the room is quiet as you move towards the bed and sit down, the mattress dipping beneath you. you kick off your shoes before climbing fully onto the bed and, after a beat of silence, you broke the tension.
"soo... how'd it go?" Caitlyn heaves a sigh, flopping down beside you on the bed and groaning. she takes off her shoes and outer layers, and begins to rant. "so much happened, it was incredible, and terrible, and life-changing all at once... and even after all that we- I failed. i found the truth about the undercity, about the crystal, everything, and yet- i couldn't retrieve it." Caitlyn sighs again, and turns to press a kiss to your temple.
"i'm sorry.." you whisper, unsure of what to say. fuck, why is comforting people so hard? Caitlyn chuckles, her breath light against the side of your face. "it's okay, none of it is your fault. i'm just a bit... stressed, darling. nothing to apologize for."
Caitlyn's gaze meets yours, and your breath hitches as clear blue eyes meet yours. "y'know.. i know something that can help with stress," you tease, and shoot Caitlyn a corny wink. she bursts out laughing, lurching forward slightly and your noses brush together as you both giggle.
"oh, shut it, you!" she laughs, but pulls you into a kiss. the mattress creaks slightly as she gets onto her knees, and you follow her lead. she sits up on the bed and you follow, lips chasing hers as she ravishes you.
"mngh.."
the soft whine that escapes your lips made your cheeks heat as Caitlyn pulls you onto her lap. how is this woman so composed? her lips immediately find yours again as she pulls you in, both of her hands frame your face as you meet in another electric kiss.
even though it had only been a few days since you had seen eachother, Caitlyn was determined to make it up to you.
you struggle to ground yourself, gasping between kisses as Caitlyn gently pushes you down upon the bed. she moves to straddle you, her muscular thighs are firm against you and in the moment, you can think of nothing but her. fuck, how did i pull her? the thought evaporates in an instant as she leans down to kiss you again, her skirt riding up as your lips press together.
this kiss is more fierce, a sloppy and entrancing mixture of teeth and tongue. delicate hands travel down to your waist as your back arches off the bed, and you feel a twinge in your gut as Caitlyn rolls her hips against you. "hngh-" you gasp, and Caitlyn pulls away slightly to take in your flushed features.
"is this okay, darling?" you nod fervently, your back arches slightly as your hands find purchase on her hips. Caitlyn chuckles at your enthusiasm but says nothing, before climbing off of you completely. you almost let out an indignant whine, when Caitlyn quickly begins to undress. immediately understanding, you follow her lead, until your both bare except for your undergarments.
"your so pretty, darling," she murmurs, and kisses your collarbone. your breath hitches as her trail of lovemarks and affection travels lower and lower, until she reaches your navel.
Caitlyn presses a gentle kiss on your happy trail before hooking her fingers through the waistband of your soaked panties. her gaze drifts down to your drooly pussy, yet she doesn't move an inch.
"is this okay, my sweet?" the sight of her piercing gaze on your clothed cunt combined with her velvetty words made you tremble, and you nod yet again. your brain is already turned to mush, and both of you know that you're too far gone for words at this point. you have been dating Caitlyn for a few months, and yet you still fold from just a few simple touches. maybe you are pussy whipped.
Caitlyn removed your panties and tosses them to the side before gently toying with your soaked pussy. you clench around nothing as nimble fingers trace through your folds, gathering your slick.
"already so wet, such a good girl," Caitlyn whispers, before leaning down to press a kiss on your clit. simultaneously, she curls a finger inside you, slowly stretching out your gummy walls and easing you into a comfortable rhythm. you can't help but squirm at the intrusion, and the addition of another finger only makes your brain more fuzzy.
"thats it, that's my girl," she coos, curling two fingers against a spot that makes you see stars. at the same time Caitlyn leans down and licks a stripe up your cunt, sucking on your pulsing clit and stimulating all the places her fingers can't reach. "o-oh!" you gasp, your back immediately arching as you begin to slowly grind against her face, desperate for friction. Caitlyn chuckles against your aching cunt, and the vibrations against your pussy make your head spin.
"ffuck- Caitlynnghhg-" you mewl as she slips a third finger into your clenching heat. your slick coats her lips and fingers, and you can feel your release approaching. "m close, please please mommy-" you whine, throwing your head back as your thighs begin to tremble. your lover notices the familiar pet name and realizes how close you are, and begins to speed up her fingers' pace.
in tandem with her strokes, Caitlyn sucks harder on your clit, her tongue working wonders as it swirls over your needy bud. "mommy, please-" you keen, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening to a breaking point.
your cunt flutters and siezes around her fingers as she pushes you over the precipice. with a final, guttural moan, your back arches and your thighs squeeze around your lovers head as your first orgasm of the night washes over you.
as you begin to come down from your high, you realize that Caitlyn has stood up and is scuffling around by your bedside table. your stomach flips in excitement as you see her take out a familiar strap. Caitlyn quickly joins you on the bed, and fastens the harness.
"you did s'good for me, darling, so good. now, i need you to suck on mommy's cock n' get it all wet, okay?" your cheeks flush at her words, and you realize how lewd you had sounded before. "don't get shy on me darling, i need you to stay with me. now, open up, okay?" Caitlyn reaches out to grab your face as you lay on your stomach in front of her. your neck cranes to "taste" her silicone dick as it rubs against your cheek, and you take her cock in your mouth.
you make sure to swirl your tongue over the tip, making direct eye contact with Caitlyn as you do so. a sliver of drool slips past your lips and she doesn't hesitate to scoop it up with her thumb. the amount of trust between you two, combined with the vulnerability of your position, only makes you more needy.
Caitlyn gently pulls her strap out of your mouth, careful not to move around to much lest she choke you. her silicone cock is dripping with your own spit, and she orders you to lay back on the bed.
"relax, dear, just give me a second.." Caitlyn murmurs, crawling atop you and aligning her dripping strap with your soaked cunt. she pauses as she rubs her dick against your folds, and makes eye contact with you. "do you remember the safeword?" you nod, tucking your head into the crook of her neck and whispering it in her ear.
"good girl," Caitlyn murmurs, almost absentmindedly. she aligns her strap with your aching cunt, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh while the other toys with your clit. "your so sweet for me.." she whispers, and slowly begins to push her cock inside of your cunt. you mewl at the intrusion, burying your head into thr crook of her neck as your gummy walls clamp down on her strap.
"you can take it, darling," Caitlyn purrs, and thrusts fully into your soaked heat. swift fingers continue to toy with your clit as you fall apart, crumbling even though she hasn't even moved yet. Caitlyn seems to realize this, and slowly pulls out before pushing her cock back inside of you. her strap reaches places inside of your pussy that your fingers could never hit, and your eyes roll back from pleasure.
"mnghh-ommy!" the term of endearment slips out yet again before you even have the time to think, and Caitlyn curses under her breath. her thrusts begin to increase in pace, reaching deeper and deeper inside you as tears well up in your eyes. the pleasure is mind numbing as she continues to circle your clit with her thumb, and your hips instinctively roll up off the bed towards her touch.
Caitlyn's hair slips over her shoulders, framing the both of you in an indigo silhouette. you can already feel your release beginning to build as Caitlyn thrusts in, buried to the hilt in your sloppy pussy. your clit pulses beneath her touch, already yearning for release.
"mommy, please," you mewl tearily, thighs quaking as your eyes roll back into your head. "m close-" Caitlyn shuts you up with a kiss, burying her tongue in your mouth. you can taste your own slick, and the thought only makes you needier. Caitlyn's thrusts begin to grow sporadic as the bed shakes, and you know that you won't last much longer.
as if on cue, Caitlyn breaks away from your kiss to whisper in your ear. "its okay, baby, you can cum," she murmurs, accentuating her words with a deep thrust. the tip of her cock ever so gently brushes against your cervix and you sob from the mixture of pain and pleasure. the coil in your abdomen is tightening beyond belief, and a few more wanton moans fall past your lips.
Caitlyn rolls her hips especially deep, rocking against you as the sound of skin slapping against skin and your own moans drown your senses.
"go on, hah, darling. you can cum," Caitlyn's voice slurs, her breath tickles your face as your bodies collide. all it takes are these few words for you to come undone, your back arches and your eyes roll back as you fall into ecstasy. tears stream down your face as pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave.
as you come down from your euphoric high, Caitlyn presses soft kisses across your face. "you did so good for me, my sweet, so good. 'm so proud," she coos, brushing the hair out of your face and pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. all you can do is nod, too fucked out for anything else.
"lets get you cleaned up, okay darling?" again, you nod, melting into her embrace as she scoops you up. and head towards the bathroom. fuck, she's strong, you think, nestling into her embrace as she presses yet another kiss to your forehead. you wouldn't have it any other way.
suddenly, a knock on the door startles you both and, without warning, a red haired girl barges in.
"Caitlyn! i have something to- OH SHIT" the girl turns away, face almost turning the color of her hair in shock. you rush to cover yourself with a nearby robe, flushing under the scrutiny of the stranger in front of you. Vi, you recognized internally. Caitlyn had only been able to send you one letter while she was in the undercity, but it had told you a bit about the red haired stranger in front of you.
"Vi! what did i tell you about knocking!" Caitlyn is flushed, and quickly wraps a towel around her bare form. Vi, clearly embarrassed, turns away, and you can't help but laugh at the sight of such a gruff individual looking so awkward.
Caitlyn soon joins you in your laughter, and Vi rolls her eyes. "can you two please get decent so i can talk to you?" she huffs, and you can't help but smile. "alright, alright", Caitlyn sighs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "you bathe without me, okay? i'll join you in a minute, after i get decent". she accentuates the last words in a mocking tone, and Vi grumbles again. "lovebirds.." she sighs, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
"that should teach her to knock," you giggle, and Caitlyn shoots you a look. "knowing her, it won't," she chuckles, and you squeeze her hand. you can tell she's concerned about whatever Vi had to say, and you know how important this case is to her. "go talk to her, she wouldn't have barged in if it wasn't important."
"i don't want to leave you-"
"i can handle myself, Cait. now seriously, go. i think Vi will throw a fit if you don't join her soon," you reply, kissing Caitlyn again on the nose.
"i love you, darling," she murmurs, and you watch as she gets dressed. blowing you one last kiss, she leaves the room, where you can see Vi's silhouette in the hallway. Caitlyn closes the door behind her and you enter the bathroom, relaxed and content. you knew Caitlyn would join you soon, but for now, it would be best to enjoy a peaceful shower alone. you hope your next meeting with Vi would be less chaotic, and more, as she put it, decent.
Caitvi x reader slowburn multi chapter fic... what do yall think... ummm...... these woman are corrupting my brain hhhhhh..... aaaaaaaa!!! would yall want Decent to become a series?? anyways GOSH this took wayyyyyy too long like i could NOT finish the smutty part in the middle i hope it wasn't too obvious🙏🙏🙏 i actually really enjoyed this req ehhehee- hope u enjoyed too!!!
☆ WARNINGS - smut, nsf//w themes, much much more but unfortunately i will not be typing them all out because this entire post is around sexual themes, read at your own risk ! intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷
AFTERCARE, what they're like after sex
vi likes to be a little rough, this is no secret to you or her. but she makes sure to change that as soon as it's over. she'll take the harness off her hips, discarding it before crawling back up to you, placing kisses on your cheek and shoulder. "you okay?" always wanting to know what's going on inside you're head. "was it okay? too rough? no?" of course she likes it rough, so do you, neither of you would have it any other way but she also wants to make sure that you can communicate your limits, even through your fucked out glossy lips. "good girl, that feel better?" she'll already be rubbing cream on the little bruises, whether it was on your hips or across your ass. she doesn't care where it hurts, all she cares is to make it better. "my pretty girl, did so well." she'll make sure to murmur as she cleans your bottom half with a cloth, trying to ignore your broken whimpers as she coos, attempting to shush you. you'll both sleep naked, skin to skin with your arms woven around her neck, hers around your waist and holding you close.
BODY PART, her favourite body part of hers and also yours
it's no secret that you're obsessed with her arms, it made her a little obsessed with them too. she loves her biseps, the way they flex and most importantly, the way you stare at them, all wet-mouthed when they do. she also loves the strength in her arm to keep you pinned against the bed, stopping you from writhing under her or the way they sit at either side of your head, watching you get wide eyed at feeling a little trapped yet awfully flustered. she loves how much you love them.
she adores all of you, truly every inch of your body but she'd be lying if she said she didn't love those thighs impossibly more. she loves grabbing at them, pushing your little skirts and dresses up to reveal the skin that she can push and pinch at. she adores nothing more than being inside you, head thrown back yet still, her hands are on those precious thighs, kneading and playing with the plush skin. they're like two stressballs in her hands and you can't help but writhe against her as she does so.
CUM, anything to do with cum really
vi can squirt pretty easily, it just comes naturally to her. but what she loves even more than squirting is making you squirt. when you'd looked away, all shy and embarrassed after telling her you'd never been able to squirt before, she just had to take it on as a challenge. and when she was fingering you, pumping her fingers in and out as her mouth sucked on your clit, she couldn't help but grin at the spurts coming from your cunt. "atta girl." she'd coo, pulling her mouth away and pressing a slap to your pussy. "that's it, good girl." all proud of herself for being able to achieve the said impossible.
DIRTY SECRET, a dirty secret of hers
vi wouldn't call herself a criminal. sure, she spent her fair share inside stillwater though she thought those circumstances were sort of unnecessary. she thought once she got out, she'd left her thief days behind her. not that she'd call it stealing, she always said she was just doing what she needed to survive. but if that were true, your white cotton panties wouldn't be hidden in her drawer or your lacy pink ones wouldn't be sitting in her back pocket. she was so discrete about it, waiting until you'd turned away or even walked away for a second before slipping them between her fingers and into the back of her pants, right in the pocket. she was good at being sly about it, after all, she'd had practice. you'd come back, looking through your laundry basket or the folded clothes on your bed, brows knit together all confused. "something wrong, cupcake?" she'd question, pretending not to be interested as her eyes studied the comic book that had been sitting on your bed or something or other. "jus' looking for something." you'd mumble distractedly, fishing through your clothes once more, you'd think you'd gone insane. but vi then turned her attention on you, feigning confusion. "what're you looking for?" she'd smirk at the way you'd flush then, turning away. "n-nothing."
EXPERIENCE, how experienced is she? does she know what she's doing?
you know, most people think vi doesn't have much experience seeing as she was in prison for a couple years but i BEG TO DIFFER. you cannot tell me this girl wasn't getting around behind those bars. every lunch, every dinner, every time she got out, she was eyeing up someone knew. she didn't care whether they were desperate or played hard to get, she had no preferences when it came to that prison, not that she had a lot to work with anyway. but aside from that, she was pretty much open to just about anything. she didn't care who it was, if they were willing to give, she was willing to take. though, it was often in the most uncomfortable places in the world. in the janitors closet or some other remote area where she wouldn't get caught. times could get tough inside prison and sometimes all you needed was to blow off some steam and get that anger out which is exactly what she did. i think vi would be very experienced in that department which is why it was so different when it came to you. both in a soft bed, no pressure, no need for stress relief. it came calm to her, like she didn't have to rush unlike the people in the prison where if the quickie didn't hurry up, they'd be getting caught by enforcers. which is probably not what one would want to see as they... you know, finish?
FAVOURITE POSITION, self explanatory
I think vi likes having you in missionary. there's something about her holding you close, one hand coming beneath your chin to force your head up. "look at me when you take it, 'kay baby?" her voice filled with little whimpers here and there because as much as she tried to stay strong, she couldn't help the way you made her feel. she wants you to keep eye contact all the time, forcing you to look at her whenever your eyes drift away or shut closed. when you're mumbling about being close and she can feel your cunt tightening around the strap, she can't help but grab your face roughly again. "look at me when you cum." it's not a suggestion nor question, it's an order.
GOOFY, is she humorous in the moment? does she make jokes?
during sex, vi is usually serious. she's not serious in a scary way that would make you rigid but she doesn't often bring in goofiness to the situation either, unless, of course, you'd asked her to. she wouldn't mind if you'd asked her for something more lighthearted but when vi has sex, her usual instincts take over. she becomes a much more serious person, her entire mind switching to one thing, pleasuring you. the whole point was to make sure you felt good and the last thing she wanted to do was make you insecure in any way. with that being said, she might murmur a couple things with a humorous chuckle. "yeah? you like that cupcake?" when she does something slightly out of your guys' normality. but of course, she knows you like it by the way your back is arching and moans fall freely. but she can't help it but tease.
HAIR, how is she groomed? does the carpet match the drapes?
i'd imagine that vi shaves pretty regularly. something about being in prison for so long and not exactly having the option to. now, she has a sense of freedom about it and seeing as she can have longer showers and such i can imagine that she'd be in there for over an hour, shaving too. it also probably makes her feel a little cleaner after being in the prison (not that it's dirty not to shave some people just find it makes them feel cleaner afterwards) but when it comes to you, she really doesn't care. she'd probably prefer you to be a little shaved but i don't think she'd care to the extreme that you'd have to be bald or anything like that. she'd just prefer you to trim, at least, otherwise, you're good! as long as it's not too much.
INTIMACY, how is she in the moment through romantic aspect?
vi prefers it intimate. even if she's degrading you, perhaps she's praising you, either way, she's worshipping your body completely. being in the prison, she's had so much meaningless sex that this is so important for her, you're important to her. and having sex is one of the most vulnerable things you can do. she wants not only you to be comfortable but herself to be too. she's not big on 'fucking around and getting it over with' not anymore, at least. with you, she likes to take things slow, even if it's teasing. but don't get me wrong, you can still take things slow to a intimate level and still make sure you're covered in bruises and looking up at her with big watery eyes. she supposes it's just the aspect of caring. there's a difference between degrading some random girl in the janitors closet than degrading you, her beautiful cupcake, even if she's calling you a pathetic slut. even her praises are laced with love, strangely enough.
JACK OFF, anything to do with masturbation
vi doesn't masturbate a whole bunch. she's done it many times before, of course, as everyone has but she's not the biggest fan of it. she prefers to feel someone else. before, when she was in the prison, she could have any girl she wanted at her fingertips so she didn't need to. but now that it's just you and her, she has you in her clutch almost always. but of course, as every relationship, there are times when you guys can't be together. and if she's horny then, she has no problem trailing her hand down her own pants, rubbing one out to the thought of you. even if you're not there, you're still the only thing plaguing her mind. she'll think of your whimpers and moans while trying to keep her own at bay. her head stuck in your pillow.
KINK, a kink of hers
don't get me wrong, you're one hundred and ten percent vi's pillow princess, she just loves having her fingers burried inside you and her mouth on your weeping cunt. she's just not always sweet about it. vi will edge you until you can't take it anymore. she loves the way she feels you clamping around her fingers, mumbling all needily about how you're close, so so close and it's as if one more pump of her fingers could do it for you. but before you finish, her hand is leaving your body, slapping down on your pussy gently before kissing your shoulders. she loves the way you cry out for her, tears filling your eyes and she has no problem mocking you afterwards. "awh, baby, were you close?" and you'll nod, all sniffly. all you needed was the sweet relief she'd promised you beforehand and yet it was the only thing she wasn't sticking to. it felt good, definitely, amazing even but you just needed to reach the edge and she was denying you of that. "poor thing." she'll push her hand down again, pleasuring and pleasing you until you're seeing stars. and just as you're ready to cum once more, that familiar knot inside your stomach, her hands leave you again. "stop whining." she'll murmur, slapping your cunt again. "or else you won't cum at all."
LOCATION, where is her favourite place to do it
vi prefers your bedroom. you have a big upcity house in piltover so the girl could live in your bed if she wanted. it was surely big enough. and with your massive house, walls so thick, she didn't have to worry about anyone hearing you both. there's a difference between you and the other girls she was with, she wanted to take her time with you, make sure you were as comfortable as she would so she could touch you in all the places that she wanted to. vi thought that being comfortable was important and for her, she didn't think she'd be so comfortable doing the things she wanted to you in a public bathroom or a friends house. she loves having you in your bed, the scent of you filling the room, everything was so unique and fit to your personality. she loves being surrounded by your sheets when you finish or having your music player in the corner of the room, one of your favourite songs a low murmur as you whimper and whine into her shoulder, trying to keep your noises down but as always, she didn't like that. "don't do that, wanna hear you." because you had the power to be as loud as you pleased seeing as you were home and comfortable.
MOTIVATION, what turns her on and gets her going
vi isn't someone that would get mega turned on easily although it's seemingly always in the back of her head to try and turn you on. she's done it so much that she now does it subconsciously. she doesn't mean to talk to you in that tone at the worst possible moments but when she does, she can see it on your face what she's done. that is what gets her going. she loves when you suddenly get all flustered, a little bashful, especially in front of people. perhaps you're trying to talk to cait when she puts a hand around your waist, touching you a little too much for it to mean nothing. she loves seeing the way your cheeks heat up and you suddenly stumble on your words. she just loves putting you into your place, watching you get all subby and dumb for her so quickly. the way you'll look at her to finish your words for you, or stand a little closer, almost behind her. she loves the way you lean on her mentally, making it seem as though you were incapable of doing anything without the help of your vi. then, at least, everyone would be able to grasp the fact that you were off limits.
NO, something she wouldn't do, turn offs
pick this as you please, there's no kink shaming on this blog ! 🩷
ORAL, preference in giving or receiving, skill, ect
vi's a giver. and she's good at what she does. she knows this, you know this, it appears as though everyone does. and this makes her awfully confident. she loves having her strong bisep holding down your hips as she licks you out, lapping you up like a dog without any shame. she loves the sound of squelching that you both unintentionally make and she relishes in it. she watches your back arch off the bed and smirks against you, her tongue embedding itself in your hole. however, if you did want to give, she wouldn't exactly have a problem with it. she'd have you lying on your back, looking up at her through your lashes as she sits herself on your face. "look so pretty under me." she'll murmur as she gets herself off on your face, her hips rolling as you did everything in your power to make her feel good, licking and lapping at her with your little kitten licks. she was so good to you, it was only fair that you gave her the same feeling back in return.
PACE, is she fast, slow, stamina, ect
vi has stamina like you've never seen before. when she has her strap embedded deep inside you, it's like she can't stop. she's rough with her hands grasping your hips and thighs, squeezing the plush as she fucks herself into you over and over. vi loves edging as we know, but the night usually ends with overstimulation. and between both that and the roughness or her hands on your body, you're so fucked out and subby by the end of it that you're practically putty in her hands. vi can go many rounds all while holding her fast pace without so much of a stutter of her hips, she can withstand much more than you can with her high stamina so if you're willing to let her, she'll use you like her little toy for as long as she pleases once you're fucked out and crying into the mattress.
QUICKIES, her opinion on them? how often? ect
not the biggest fan. don't get me wrong, of course you turn vi on. sometimes, she's sitting in a restaurant with her legs folded over themselves, squeezing them together as she tries to stop thinking about it. she fails, of course. every little thing that you do, looking at her with your doe eyes, your bottom lip between your teeth, even your grabby hands at her biceps, you make her go crazy sometimes. but as badly as she wants to bend you over the bathroom counter and take you then and there, she won't. this way, she won't get to spend all her time using you, won't get to take her time when dragging your panties down your legs or edging then overstimulating you until you can't walk. but that doesn't mean she won't tease. and boy, does this girl love to tease. she'll put her hands all over your body, squeezing at your thigh or pushing them around your waist. she speaks to you in the very tone that has your face hot as rocks and whispers things in your ear. but she won't take you then and there. she'll wait, until she thinks the time is right. then, she'll make a steady exit with you in her arms, bringing you right on home. as soon as you reach home, she's making her move. and as you moan with your eyes rolled back as her hand reaches your puffy clit, she can't help but grin. "this what you wanted, hm? got you all pent up, huh? so mean." she'll mutter, ready to finally put you where she wants you.
RISK, is she game to experiment? does she take risks?
usually, vi isn't one to take risks, she likes having you inside your big bedroom, everything so you as she fucks the stars out of your head. with that being said, you did still live with your parents. and sure, your walls were thick enough but sometimes, just sometimes, there may be a couple... complications. if vi is fucking you, she's not stopping. it's her rule. so, if your mother is at the door, twisting the knob and asking why your door is locked, you're trying to respond in the steadiest voice you can. "'m j-jus'- nngh- exercising, mom!" worst excuse ever but it's all you could come up with as her fingers are stuffed in your hole. "are you alright?" she'll ask hearing the noise you'd tried to keep at bay. you mentally cursed yourself. "think i-i hurt my leg, 'm fine!" she'd ask if you needed help to which you'd instant tell her no. with a strange expression, she'd walk away from your door. "such a peculiar child." or, if someone was calling you, you'd ignore it. vi though, she'd always answer her phone, no matter the situation. "yes?" her voice wil ring through the phone, despite the fact that her fingers are still pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. when the person at the other side of the phone would ask what the sound was at one of your particular whimpers, vi would smirk. "i got a dog." she'd almost laugh. "a dog?" they'd question, in confusion. "yeah, a cute little bitch." you though, were too fucked out to care.
STAMINA, how many rounds can she go for? how long does she last?
like i said before, you'd never met someone with the stamina that vi had. it was truly unearthly, you thought it was slightly concerning, actually. vi threw you around like a rag dog, her big arms allowing her to do so as she fucked her strap into you, strings of curses and moans falling from her lips. it would get to the part of the night where you're just too fucked out to even say anything, babbling though you were sure they weren't even real words, the only thing you could say was one particularly short word, vi's name. it was exactly how vi wanted it, she wished for the only thing to be running through your head to be her and that pretty pink strap in your hole. vi can last long too, it's almost incredible how she can fuck at least two orgasms out of you before cumming herself. however, when she does eventually finish, she likes to make sure that you're right on the edge too so you can do it together, there's something so intimate about having her hands enveloping yours, both of you seeing nothing but white at the exact same time, your climax enveloping you.
TOYS, does she own toys? does she use them?
nothing is better than coming home and having you either bouncing on her cock or laying down as she pumped it into you, getting rid of every nerve in her body. though, as much as vi adored her strap, she'd be lying if she said it were her favourite thing to use on you. vi own's a vibrator and boy does she put it to good use. she doesn't care how you take it but if that vibrator is on your clit, she's going insane. it's one of the ones with the big wand so she'll force your legs up, holding it down to your clit and cooing as your back arches. "awh, feels good, sweets?" and you'll barely be able to respond, so wrapped up in your own thoughts and pleasure as the wand vibrates against you, sending shocks through your entire body. or perhaps she's using it on you both. she's done it before where she's hovered over you, rubbing her clit against yours and just before she gets close, she decides to add a little more fun to the mix. she'll place the vibrator between you two, watching as your clit is vibrated against it, her own doing the same as she holds back her noises, her juices mixing with your own. her favourite thing about scissoring is how messy it gets so when she's given the option to put a vibrator between you two, knowing it'll only get impossibly messier, she can't not take the opportunity.
UNFAIR, how much does she like to tease?
sometimes it seems as though vi knows you better than anyone else in the world, she likes to throw this around every now and then. like when your eyes flutter closed and your hole tightens against her fingers. she knows you so well, she knows that face and those strings of moans. "you close, baby?" she'll murmur against you and when you nod with a whimper, she'll take her fingers straight out of you, tongue coming down to lick the juices from it. you'll whine at the sudden loss of contact, feeling cold and empty without her long fingers to fill you up. but when she asks what's wrong, you simply can't speak, all nervous and hot. she loves this side of you and uses it to her advantage multiple times. she likes when you're shy, but she makes sure you know it won't slide with her. "what is it you want, sweetheart? gotta say it or else you won't get it." but when you're merely whining, her hand will come down to press a slap on the outer fat of your thigh. "you have words." she'll remind you while grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her even through your glossy eyes. "use them." and when you do, you get your way as promised. as soon as you're babbling out the words about needing her fingers, her mouth, her strap, whatever it is you desire in that moment, she's pressing little kisses onto your skin. "see? wasn't so hard was it, pretty girl?"
VOLUME, how loud is she? what sounds does she make?
whimpers. what? she can't help it. poor girl just wants to please you by slamming her 'cock' into your cunt over and over, repeatedly hitting exactly where you need it. but the way the base of the strap hits against her so good, she can't help the whimpers that fall from her mouth. "hmmph, cupcake, y'feel so good." she'll mumble, too fucked out to degrade you. that's when you know it's gotten her, when you know she's close. when she's too wrapped up in her own mind, dizzy and seeing stars. she's not able to get the words out to call you her filthy slut so instead, the words tumbling out of her mouth are like praises, sweet nothings even. and when she knows you're getting close too, her mouth is like a waterfall that simply refuses to stop. she'll utter and mumble things to keep herself grounded, trying to focus the attention on you and not her flaming cheeks. "so g-good f'me, angel, always so good- huuh~" trying to utter the words before being stopped with a gasp, one that shows she's just as close as you are. the spurting feeling follows soon after.
WILD CARD, random head cannon
talking about herself in third person is something vi often does. whether she's alone, telling herself that everything will be fine she just has to fix it or she has you wrapped around her little finger, loving the sounds you make. your head will be looking down to her own face, sitting between your thighs, eyes trailing over the tattoo on her cheek. you'll be a whining mess, just wanting her to touch you so you can get your sweet release. her biceps will pin you down, holding you against the bed. "shh, baby, vi will make you feel good." talking about herself as if she isn't in her own body. though you have to be honest, she did hold that promise up as her head dipped further between your thighs, tongue flat against your clit and tasting you. or perhaps she has your face in the mattress, your ass up in the air as her strap fucks into you. you're whining as you squirt again and she just cant get enough of the juices flowing out of you. but you? you're mumbling and babbling incoherently about how you're making a mess. you'll be so worried about the juices falling all over your sheets and now it's getting so messy that you can't think of anything else. vi, though, to soothe your worries, merely fucks the strap so deep inside you that you can't think of anything other than her, soothing down the skin of your hips. "shh, sweetheart, vi'll clean up the mess either." reassuring you like the sweet girl she is.
X-RAY, what's going on underneath them clothes?
a bright pink strap. she loves the strap as it goes with her outfits, and her hair and everything else belonging to you. she loves having you bounce on it, whining about how you can't take it anymore but vi won't let you get out that easily. she's telling you to keep going or if she can truly see the exhaustion in your eyes, her hands are finding way to your hips, bouncing you up and down so you don't have to do any of the work. the last thing she needs is her princess getting too tired before she can finish with her. you also go slightly feral over her boobs. perhaps she's laying on her side, your legs propped up with rope she's bound against your body and you're just writhing. she has the vibrator sat pretty against your puffy clit. you're whining and whimpering, not able to keep still and before you know it, your lips are on her boobs. she's trying to contain her sounds, trying to hold the vibrator upright while your tongue swirls around her nipples. you can't get enough, just needing your mouth on something and the way her boobs feel snug between your lips, your warm drool falling all over the milky skin. you just can't contain yourself as you feel yourself approaching yet another orgasm. but this time, vi's too focused on the way your lips feel against her boobs to have any power left in her to tell you not to come.
YEARNING, how high is her sex drive?
sometimes, vi can't take the way you are around her. especially in public. the way you're grabbing at her or standing close yet a little behind her when interacting with other people. she just loves it so much that she's sure she could dick you down then and there. but, as said before, she lets the tension build up until you both break. but that doesn't mean she doesn't get horny quickly. my god, this girl cannot for the life of herself go through one day without feeling a wet splotch form in her boxers. then, she blames you. perhaps it was because you'd bent over once to pick something up or you had your hands behind your back and she'd imagined tying them that way. you'd always just stare up at her and ask her when she'd take accountability for merely being horny. she'd shrug her shoulders, telling you never. and you'd believe it.
ZZZ, how quickly does she fall asleep afterwards?
vi just has unlimited energy, it seems. when you guys are finished, she wants to make sure that you know you're safe, at home, with her. the sheets will be slightly messy but oh well, that's a tomorrow problem. Her main goal is to make sure you're okay. she'll place the wet rag where you need it, washing you off with the energy that she still has. then, you finally find yourself in her arms, her skin hot against your skin but thankfully the cold sheets offer a little relief. vi will talk to you while she's still awake, about anything and everything. just because she knows you like falling asleep to the sound of her voice and god knows she has enough energy to keep talking. "really?" you'll babble, all tired as your eyes are screwed shut. she's telling you random facts and stories that you've probably already heard before. yet every time, you seemed more impressed. "really, baby." and she'll only stop talking when she asks if you're still listening and receives no response. she knows you're sleeping so she tries to stay as still as she can while playing with your hair strands between her fingers, smiling softly at how good you were for her. she still has energy so she'll lay awake for a while but she won't leave, fearing you'll wake up and she wont be there. she wants you to know that she will be there, always.
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