AUs, fluff, smut, x reader, Canon and non-canon ships (if they are ethical), angst, headcannons
I won't write ˋ°•*⁀➷
smut including minors/rape, incest, stepcest, smut including scat/vomit, anal stuff (js not my thing), g!p, anything involving a male in a sexual or romantic way
an: ok so while i scribble something with spiderman and wait for the poll to finish i made this!!! i had this scenario for a while in my head so i’m happy i was finally motivated enough to write it!! reader has a tramp stamp cause i’m a whore with a fresh one 😓😓 first time actually writing smut so pls don’t cancel me if it sucks!!! wordcount 5k, not proofread. have fun and here is my masterlist!
cw: smut!!! mdni!! caitvi call reader pretty and princess, spanking (just a bit) (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), head (r!receiving), come eating (vi!performing), caitvi are doms. that’s all i think?
you were so, so done with work today. your boss asked you to finish the group project that was for your whole department at the company - four people besides you. "they aren't as good as you when it comes to making sure everything's at its place and is all perfect!" bull. fucking. shit. he just wanted to use your 'free time' to finish the project so he'd get the praises.
and yet, you desperatelly needed money, so you stayed. it was late, nearing eight-damn-pm when you finally closed the door to your small office, sighing and streching your back, your body in pain after sitting on your ass for a long while, hunched like a shrimp, nails tapping against the keyboard keys for hours. you could swear you'll dream of this sound.
or of another sound. cause as you walked through the corridor, building almost empty at this hour. almost. you felt like you were going insane for a moment when you heard a gasp, some hushed whispers and shuffling coming from an office on the other end of the corridor. from an office of your higher-up. like, higher higher-up.
caitlyn kiramman. almost-owner of the whole company. waiting for her mother, cassandra kiramman, to pass down the ownership of the company. golden kid, perfrct fucking heir and a total bitch. she wanted everything perfect and if there was a single, little, teeny tiny mistake? you were most definitely done for.
and now you had to walk past her office to get to the elevator. hoping the heels of your shoes wouldn't give it away that you've heard whatever is happening inside.
maybe there isn't anything happening inside? it's a well known fact she stays late at work, doing god knows what. maybe she just… hit her foot. tripped. god, anything else other than your first guess at this point.
you basically tiptoed forward, cursing your kitten heels in your head. walking slowly and carefully, you neared her office. you dreaded the way the voices got a bit louder, clearer. you could swear you heard a moan. a damn moan. yeah, you're dead if you get caught.
and the doors to the office were slightly ajar. you could hear shuffling, brushing clothes, breathy whispers. as much as you wished you could be as silent as a mouse, but in the quiet corridor your shoes gave you away. you hoped whoever was there was too busy with themselves to hear the click-clacking of your heels.
and for a moment you actually believed you could succeed, so close to the elevator. you didn't think through the little ding! coming from the elevator, politely wanting to inform you about arriving to this level.
"shit— get off me, wait." you heard the posh accent, so specific for that one person.
after a moment caitlyn kiramman fully opened the door to her office, looking around before stopping her gaze on you. she stood tall, fixing her last button of her white office blouse. her expression was empty, scarily calm, but there was the slightest squint of her eyes, as if she tried to remember your name.
then, you saw the oh-so-recognizible hair peeking out from inside the office. violet vanderson was there too, now watching the whole situation with a twinkle in her eyes, as if completely unbothered by being caught. her shirt was unbuttoned on the bottom and the top, the rest of buttons crookedly fastened.
she had the audacity to give you a small wave from behing the kiramman.
"what are you doing here at this hour?" caitlyn asked you with slightly raised eyebrows and a tiny frown tugging at the lines of her face.
"i was told to finish the project about the expectations for the next year and propositions of new ideas for the business. i didn't mean to-"
"don't. don't mention… this. i want to know why your supervisor left that amount of work for you." she ordered, interrupting you. you could swear there was a tiniest bit of blush at her cheeks when she mentioned their little affair.
you knew of violet vanderson. obviously. she told everyone to just call her 'vi'. she was this confident but friendly token butch lesbian at your job. you didn't really work with her often, but you saw her sometimes at bigger meetings or work outings. she had that boyish charm, cute freckles and a dangerous smile. your coworkers liked gossiping about her. they'd die if they heard about this.
caitlyn took the name of your higher-up, praising your work in a casually manner. she obviously was thinking about something else than the amount of work you had to do, but she had to keep up the mask of a serious boss.
"…you're to come tomorrow to my office. preferably first thing in the morning. then we'll talk about… everything." she said, clearing her throat before taking a step back, glancing at vanderson, biting the inside of her cheek.
violet nodded, as if they talked with their minds, before she looked at you.
"all you need to know for now is that you saw nothing." said vi.
you nodded almost immediately, knowing that much. you were a smart girl. you were here, in the kiramman company, after all. you would do anything to not lose this job.
"well. have a peaceful night." caitlyn said, her words a sign that you're free to go for tonight. tomorrow will be hell of its own.
the whole way back to your appartment you were nervous. the whole evening, taking care of your cat, making your food, taking a shower and then watching some bullshit, you were nervous. you fell asleep nervous, and you woke up nervous too.
at work, your boss gave you a look that meant he was already informed about the consequences of his own, lazy actions. whoops. well, not your fault. caitlyn was the one who asked, you just answered.
you left your stuff at your desk, hands trembling just a bit. this small office was your place of work for the last almost year and now you were close to losing it. your first serious job. first job you felt good in. first job that paid good money. you let out a sigh, loking at the litte trinkets you brought here, little sticky notes with cheerful affirmations and simple drawings.
after a short walk you raised you hand and knocked on the door to caitlyn's office. you heard a soft 'come in', muffled from inside the office. you listened and entered, closing the door behind you, standing all tense, looking at her. she sat there, behind the computer, in a dark blue blouse and white slacks, glasses perched on the top of her nose. her hands rested one on top of the other on the desk, nails short and manicured.
she raised her gaze to you, humming with a soft nod to herself as if annotating that, yes, you came. she was pleased with it. with a wave of her hand she let you know to sit down at one of the two chairs opposite from where she was sitting.
seconds after you sat down another knock was heard. was that—?
it was.
vi entered, looking way less ruffled and unprofessional than yesterday. her white office shirt was buttoned up properly, sleeves rolled up a bit to show off her tattoos. you couldn't help but wonder where else she hid tattoos. it was a slightly inappropriate thought, but it came on it own at the sight of vi like that. sue you.
"i'm glad we all are here." caitlyn spoke up when vi sat down next to you, looking at you almost intensely. you couldn't help but feel like you're in deep, deep trouble. "and we all know why we're here."
you looked at both of them. sure, you knew what it was about, but you weren't sure how it'll end. with you losing job? with you moving to a different department? god forbid changing offices from your cozy, decorated one.
"let's cut to the chase, yes?" kiramman spoke up, pushing a piece of paper towards you. well, that was a bit confusing. huh.
both of them were watching you as you grabbed the paper, looking down at it.
"nda?" you asked, blinking a few times, "you're not firing me?"
"and why would i fire you? you're a great worker. it would be a shame to lose you over something so… trivial, right?" caitlyn replied with a hum, raising one of her eyebrows as she looked at you, her gaze making you a bit nervous, challenging you but at the same time making sure you're obedient and honest with your promise. well, if you're not, there will be legal consequences.
"so i just… need to pretend it never happened? that's all? no sudden cut from my paycheck, no losing the job?"
"she's not that cruel. believe me, behind that fancy accent and stern pout is hiding a softie." vi finally spoke up, making you look at her, eyes widening in the sloghtest at the casual tone, at the familiarity in her gaze. you could guess yesterday wasn't their first time doing… whatever they were doing. it made you curious, wondering how many people had caught them before, with how casual their reaction was. papers all ready, nda formulated.
"violet." caitlyn warned the redhead with a small huff, though she was surprisingly not actually annoyed.
vi shot something back, something playful and casual with a smile on her face before looking back at you, crossing her arms, biceps bulging in her office shirt. woah. yeah, you could understand why so many women from your workplace kept whispering about her everywhere.
"nda and i will have my eye on you. you can already get mentally ready, cause whatever next project will be, you'll end up with me." vi spoke up sure of herself, as if they already talked about it last night. they probably, most definitely had.
"but… you're from a different deprtment?" you replied, glancing at vi, then at caitlyn.
"doesn't matter. i already decided that next project will be done by two departments working together. also, i had a talk with jefferson. thanks to you i had a harsh realisation one of my workers, handpicked by me, turned out to be a lazy man. dissapointing." caitlyn chimed in, sighing at the end of her sentemce, shaking her head. you really did get my boss into some trouble… did you regret it? not at all.
that's how you went back to your decorated office, happy. you didn't get fired. you didn't have to live off the scraps while begging everywhere for a job. you still had it. you just… got a private bodyguard, somewhat. violet kept 'accidentally' ending up in the same places as you. cafeteria, grabbing coffee? what a surprise, she's there, getting something sweet! you go to eat lunch? she's there! happy to join you, of course. she just had to control from time to time that you didn't accidentaly blurt anything out and all. that's how she explains it, at least.
but the women from your department have different opinions. it's obvious that you, the pleasant to work with person that's not really that extrovertive, suddenly have the 'kiramman company's playboy' everywhere near. obviously the girls that loved to gossip immediatelly assumed that there was something between you. awkwarddddd.
it was even more awkward when they came up to you to ask you about it and vi appeared out of nowhere, hovering near you, saying only "we just have our little secret, ladies." all charming and all, but it definitely didn't calm down the gossip. quite the opposite. you obviously knew that the secret was the fact that she's a thing with the boss, but you let the girls believe whatever they wanted to believe in.
you actually started getting used to vi's company. especially when you two actually started working on a project together, getting a fancy, perfect presentation ready about something as boring as 'how much our company has spent on xyz and how we can make it better?'
working with violet was irritatingly easy. she listened, remembered what you said and actually considered all of it. she also didn't bail and stayed later every time you did as well. she even drove you to your place when it was late. she was so damn sweet when you got to know her and, yeah, you could understand why caitlyn kiramman wanted her. you almost started wishing you were first to discover what a wonderful person she was. you could imagine how gentle of a lover she was. you could imagine how sweet and caring she would be in bed.
jesus, you need to get laid. desperately.
vi wasn't helping with your hormones. you could remember her hand on the low of your back, above your ass, as she lead you out of the crowded meeting room. you almost cursed, biting your lip hard. what were you, a teenage boy that got a first ever hard-on? you gotta get over it. it's just a silly crush. on the girl your boss already called dibs on.
"you good?" vi asked you one evening, and when you looked up at her, god help you, her tongue darted out to wet her lips and you saw a glimpse of silver. a tongue piercing. you cursed caitlyn kiramman in your mind, imagining vi on her knees for caitlyn, showing her what the piercing feels like. oh my god, you thought, shaking your head to wake the fuck up from that daydream, feeling her gaze on you. you were sure you were all embarassed in the face.
"yup! all good! just… tired. we should get going soon. actually— you can go now! you can drop by and see miss kiramman while i… close everything and stuff." you replied with a smile. vi begun enjoying working with you in your little office, dropping by whenever she could, playing with the little trinkets, touching everything.
"you sure?" she asked, raising one eyebrow, the one with the scar splitting it almost in half, tilting her head to the side. like she knew. like she was aware of all your nasty, inaproppriate thoughts. you assured her that, yes, she can go. she listened with a bit of amusement in her gaze, taking all her stuff before saying goodbye.
and when you left your office around half an hour later, you heard it again. kissing noises comming from caitlyn kiramman's office, door left ajar just a bit. just to taunt and tease you. make you want it, want more. you glanced towards the inside as you waited for the elevator and, lord help you, you caught caitlyn's gaze. she looked into your eyes, her lips parted, cheeks flushed, a few strands of hair free from her slickback pony, making her even hotter. vi was all over her, you could see the redhead woman leaving small marks on caitlyn's collarbones. you could swear caitlyn smiled just a bit to you before you disappeared into the elevator, feeling all hot.
something changed throughout the next few weeks. slowly but surely. you still had your job, your cozy office and you still had vi nearby almost always. what changed was the fact that caitlyn started asking you more often to come into her office. for small things. at first you kept being nervous, thinking she kept noticing some mistakes in your rapports, but no. she kept saying things like "i really liked this part" or "i can see you spent quite a while making it perfect" or "i really appreciate how thorough you are". she kept praising you. and each time you visited her office, she kept losing a small piece of her cold mask. a small smile here, a softer gaze there. she even patted your shoulder once. she was awkward with it, as if nervous. caitlyn kiramman nervous? impossible.
and yet, here she was, her hair loose, glasses perched on her nose as she looked away from the screen of her computer, resting her gaze on you.
"do you enjoy sushi?" she asked suddenly, catching you off guard. well, that definitely wasn't a work related question, huh?
before you could do anything more than nod, vi entered the office. just like that, without knocking. it was late enough that nobody was here to notice this way too friendly and unprofessional behaviour.
"brought for three, just like you asked, cupcake." vi said, walking up to the desk and putting down take out sushi. you would've drooled, but you noticed the nickname.
"cupcake?" you repeated, looking up at vi.
"she's sweet. like a cupcake." she answered with a shrug before sitting on the chair next to you with a pleased smile.
you then asked caitlyn what's happening. sushi? for you? just like that? you knew that she has more than enough money, but… you didn't think you were that close with both of them. weren't they just keeping an eye on you just so their secret is safe? well, turns out that the answer is 'no'.
caitlyn didn't let you reject their offer, making you eat late dinner with them in her office, talking casually. at first you were pretty nervous, but you eased into it with help of vi who kept joking, making caitlyn even snicker once. you could see what vi meant when she said about caitlyn being a softie.
"so… how's your love life looking like?" caitlyn asked, surprising you yet again that night, making you laugh a bit as if the question was silly.
"well, you two know best how long i stay here almost every day. who would survive with a girlfriend like me?" you replied jokingly, though there was a bit of truth in your words.
"oh, stop. you're smart, capable and… well, pretty." caitlyn said, her glasses slipping just a bit lower on her nose as she looked at you, her gaze moving down and then back up. it's like she wasn't even trying to be subtle. maybe she thought there's no need to be subtle anymore.
"mhm, pretty." vi hummed in agreement, putting chopsticks down and turning on her chair to look at you as well, her lips curled in a smirk. "real pretty. and you know what i like the most?"
you looked at vi with curiosity in your eyes, raising your eyebrows in a silent question. the whole situation seemed so damn unreal you were sure they would tell you soon that you're fired or that this was a joke or-
"that lil tramp stamp above your ass." she said bluntly, honestly, with a pleased grin.
"you— what? how did you know about it? i swear i made sure it's always covered!" you replied, eyes widened as your hand unconsciously went to tug your shirt lower, even though it was covering everything now.
"well… can you really blame me? we spent quite some time together lately. i woulda seen it sooner or later, princess." said vi with a chuckle, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she watched you fumble nervously.
"and you didn't share what you learned? wow, vanderson. i'm disappointed." caitlyn said, though there was a tiny smirk at her lips as she looked at you, "wanna show me?"
you were dead. you were sure you were dead. this can't be real, can it? you kept asking yourself if this was a dream as caitlyn stood up from her fancy chair and slowly circled the desk, looking at you as if you were a prey and she was so, so hungry. a starving panthress, running the tips of her fingers along the desk, her other hand making a move of curling her fingers in a clear sign ordering you to stand up.
you listened, standing up before she gently pushed you forward, pressing your frong against the edge of her desk, her cold hands pulling the hem of your white shirt up, eyes stuck on the tattoo.
"who would've guessed? such a good girl, such a good worker. and such a slut, it turns out." caitlyn tutted, shaking her head as her fingertips brushed along your spine, making you shiver, your hands grasping the edge of the white desk.
"but a sweet slut." vi added and you could hear the noise of her chair scraping against the floor, meaning she stood up as well. "right? you're always so sweet. so eager to help."
you could feel them, so close to you, basically caging you between their bodies, feeling the tall, lean posture of caitlyn on your left and the buff, always warm body of vi on your right.
"vi already told me a few times how eager to help you always are. and it just so happens that we have a small, tiny problem." caitlyn spoke, her posh accent making you feel all weak in the knees. this was cruel. they were cruel, playing with you like that. "both me and violet prefer… to hold the dominant position in intimate situations. it complicates things a bit. you're a smart girl, you must understand what i'm saying."
you were most definitely overheating. this must be some kind of a crime, the way they made you feel all pliant and obedient. it's not because you want to keep this job. no, this wasn't the case for quite a bit already. you're not moving away because you want it as well. you kept thinking about all the perverted thoughts you had - about both of them - and you can't even think you'd ever want to move.
"what— what do you want me to do about it?" you asked, daring to look over your shoulder, up at caitlyn. and holyyy shit, she looked so good. angelic almost. and yet, as good as a sin at the same time.
"smart girl, remember?" vi chimed in with a tsk, her hand casually moving to rest on your ass, on top of the maxi skirt you wore. she couldn't stop herself when she began, her fingers flexing and squeezing the fat of your butt, letting out a pleased noise that didn't make anything here easier.
"you want to help us, don't you, pretty?" asked caitlyn, her hand on your back pushing you and before you knew it, your chest was pressed against the desk. the desk in the office of caitlyn kiramman. your boss. your boss's boss.
"just be sweet like always." said vi, her voice tense with need and excitement. was it hot in here? or was it just them?
it was almost painful how slow caitlyn took everything. she let her hands wander around your back, sneak down and fondled with your tits while she kept you pinned down, let herself enjoy this and experiment with different forces and ways to touch you. you were pathetically soaked long before she actually tugged your skirt down, exposing your white, lacy panties.
"well, damn. you wear 'em every day, pretty? or are we special?" vi couldn't keep her mouth shut as she watched both of you from her chair, looking down at your ass, obviously enjoying the show.
you were actually thinking about replying, trying to say something bratty, snarky, something that wouldn't make you seem even more pathetic, but all that left your mouth was a whimper when caitlyn suddenly spanked your ass cheek.
it was getting harder and harder to focus on your thoughts, no matter how hard you tried. what you could focus on were vi's smart quips and the way caitlyn tortured your ass, as if you weren't tortured enough already.
"come on." you whined, shaking your hips a bit, making caitlyn scoff under her breath. "don't tease."
"impatient much?" she asked ironically, but she pulled your panties down, humming and letting vi whistle at the wet patch on your panties, fabric completely soaked through that you started making a mess on your inner thighs.
"damn, pretty. don't tell us you've been thinking about this. cause it makes you look like a little pervert." vi mocked, her voice holding no malice, thoigh it still made you squirm a bit in embarrassment before gasping harshly when you felt long, slim fingers brushing along your slit, collecting your juices.
but caitlyn listened to your pleads and didn't tease much more, fingers disappearing in your hole, the pace making you hold on your dear life to the desk, not even trying to stop the whiny noises that kept escaping your mouth. you were worked up, pent up, so damn horny for a while. you deserved this. and it seemed like this was a treat for the two of them as well.
vi kept commenting on everything that it was so, so obvious she couldn't wait for her turn, twisting in her seat, feeling her boxers turning wet as well. it was unbelievably hot, watching her lovely girlfriend finger a pretty coworker she had her eye on for a while. she knew caitlyn felt similarly - she noticed when her girl paid more attention to her employees than usually.
"miss— k-kiramman, please—" you gasped, feeling the tension in your abdomen growing constantly, making it hard to just not come there and then.
her fingers slowed down and she tutted in annoyance, making vi laugh.
"i'm quite literally ruining you with just my fingers. drop the titles." she ordered, her free hand delivering a smack to your ass cheek, making you arch your back.
you mumbled a weak apology before fixing your mistake, your voice a shaky, whiny mess.
"c-caitlyn." you said, feeling a bit weird. calling your boss by your name. well, it can't be that weird when she's fucking you, right?
"mm, good girl. lovely. come on, now." caitlyn praised, her fingers almost immediately picking up the pace again, her other hand moving to rub your clit.
"what a whiny princess, huh? does it feel that good?" vi asked, slowly standing up from her seat and rounding the desk, finding herself in front of you. her calloused hand went to grab you by your chin, making you look up. she almost laughed at the sight of your eyes all glassy. "answer me. it's not polite to ignore your higher ups."
"i— sorry, sorry. feels good, yes. uhuh. g-good." you babbled with a nod, arms trembling as you tried to keep yourself up just a bit on the desk while caitlyn kept finger-fucking you with one hand, tracing surprisingly gentle circles around your clit with other hand.
"i'm— close. close, i- can i? please?" you begged, pleaded, pathetically. you felt that if they deny you, you will simply crumble and cry, sobs getting closer to escaping as the pleasure started to overwhelm you, the tension in your abdomen so close to snapping.
vi looked up, exchanging glances with caitlyn, smirking.
"yeah. make a mess, pretty." vi said before she leaned lower, kissing your lips. you kissed back almost instinctively, not able to stop the noises against her lips when caitlyn pushed you over the edge, making you come on her fingers.
caitlyn kept going with her touches for a while longer, slowing down and when you were done and spent, she pulled her fingers out. you whined at the sudden lack of her in you, resting on her desk, your tits squashed against the wood.
when you looked up, you saw caitlyn walking up to vi, pushing her fingers between the lips of the other, making vi taste you on her fingers. wow. that was unnecessarily hot.
"shit, princess. gotta taste you more." vi mumbled after licking caitlyn's fingers clean, moving before you had the time to react.
before you could even move, she was behind you, on her knees, pushing your asscheeks open and then diving in, as if she would die if she didn't taste more of you right this second.
you whimpered, trying to squirm away for a moment when it felt too much, but you were too spent. caitlyn's hand rested on top of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead and gently caressing you, mumbling soft praises that made you putty in their hands.
you could feel vi's tongue against your pussy. hells, you could most definitely feel the tongue piercing, too. the memory of it was turning you on way more than it should.
vi didn't need to do much to bring you to your peak again and before you could know it, you came again, back arching and moans leaving your mouth. vi's name kept escaping your lips when she fondled with your ass and kept her tongue moving like she was starving. like she needed every single drop of your cum to survive the night.
"t-too much. too much, please." you babbled when she kept licking you clean, trying to reach for her with one of your arms, but not being able to.
"poor thing. you're crying?" caitlyn cooed, her thumbs wiping away the few tears that managed to escape your eyes as you sniffled, lost in the haze of pleasure.
after a few more seconds vi was finally satisfied, giving you last pat on the ass before standing up.
"come on, we gotta clean you up. you really made a mess in kiramman's office, huh?" vi teased, making caitlyn laugh a bit in amusement as she reached for some tissues from her desk.
your thighs were trembling and you were positively wrecked. how could you go back to your normal life after this mind-changing experience?
"i was thinking pasta for tomorrow?" caitlyn offered casually, looking at vi before giving you a glance as well while vi helped you put your skirt back on.
"me… too?" you asked, unsure if this was just a one-time thing or if she actually was asking you as well.
"well, you're a part of the secret now, pretty. so, yeah. you feelin' pasta tomorrow?" vi asked, nudging you with a soft smile.
you could get used to it. good news: you will get used to it.
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synopsis: you wanted to get in her pants so bad, even if it meant eye fucking her at a formal. After being left unsatisfied in a bathroom stall, she takes you home and gives you so much more than what you asked for.
tags: bottom!f!reader x mean top!Caitlyn, eye fucking, semi-public sex, bathroom stall sex, edging, condescending!cait, fingering, teasing, forced quiet sex, power imbalance, kinda revenge sex, cunnilingus, tongue and finger combo, experienced!cait, overstimulation, slight come eating, pussy slapping, strap usage, light breeding kink, sub!r. 2.9k wc.
a/n: basically edging → overstimulating pipeline bc I'm a hoe and I want it all. i'm alive and back and YELL AT ME IN MY INBOX if I stop posting ag. I'm being so fr. this is kinda proofread but it's mad late rn so who knows. also I forgot my taglist so if u were on it / want to be on it just let me know.. also asks are open
“Cait..”
A palm pressed against your mouth, your head leaning back against the wall.
“Shut it. You can’t look at me like that over the span of 2 hours and expect me to ignore it.” She hissed, accent sharp, hand still silencing you while the other yanked your belt free.
She’d dragged you into the nearest bathroom about 5 minutes ago and went from scolding you to kissing you stupid in about a minute. Now she was shoving your pants down to midthigh with her jaw clenched.
Her mouth pressed into your neck, sucking delicate skin between her teeth. You squirmed, palms flat against the wall behind you.
You grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from your mouth.
“Cait, there are people literally just on the other side of the wall, if somebody- fuck.. okay, okay.” Your voice was breathy, fizzling out under the weight of her glare.
Your gaze dropped to where your fingers wrapped around her wrist. You quickly pulled your hand away sheepishly, muttering a small sorry.
Her hand slid down your stomach, fingernails grazing your flesh slightly. You flinched as they slid straight underneath the fabric of your underwear. She was never that fast in her advancements. She had the decency to drag it out a bit, let you settle into it, but not tonight.
To be fair, you’d been eyeing her like you wanted to eat her for the entirety of the dinner. Foreplay wasn’t really on your mind right now, and clearly Caitlyn wasn’t thinking about it either.
Your hips twitched slightly as her palm came to rest over your mound, fingers sliding straight through your slick, sliding it up over your clit with careless pressure. A quiet, punched out noise left you, your face heating even more.
“Of course” she muttered, voice thick. “This wet over essentially nothing. You’re ridiculous.” Her words were biting, tone mocking and low, but you could see pink visibly crawling down her neck, and the way her tongue wet her lips all-to-often.
It was very out of character for her to suddenly shove her hand down your pants while pressing you up against the wall of a bathroom stall. She had been exchanging pleasantries with figures worth millions just 10 minutes prior, and now she was sliding her fingers inside of you.
Sure, she liked fucking. She was good at it too. But here? At such an important event, dragging you into a bathroom stall and sucking face? It was the furthest from a pristine Kiramman you’d ever seen coming from her.
This shit stayed behind closed doors. It always had. But the change didn’t have you complaining. Far from it, actually.
You let out a shuddering whine when she slid her fingers into you, loud enough for her eyes to lift back up and her hand to press over your mouth again.
She crooked her fingers up, wrist twisting up, driving her long fingers hard into the spot that made your toes curl. You moaned into her hand, leaning more of your weight back against the wall.
She didn’t tease, or warm you up, just built up the pace consistently, quickly, until her fingers were ramming into you relentlessly. She leaned down and lavished your neck again, mouth hot and wet, dragging over your skin hungrily.
You shuddered, stomach tensing, tension coiling low inside you. Your legs trembled slightly, your noises growing higher and more ragged against her palm, accompanied by the filthy wet sound your cunt made every time she curled her wrist up.
You fluttered around her, hips bucking forward, eyes squeezing shut.
Then she stopped. She didn’t pull her fingers out yet, but she kept them dead still. Letting you feel her presence as you clenched around her desperately, but not giving you anything anymore. The tension in your lower stomach fizzed out as quickly as it came.
You whined, giving her pleading eyes while arousal trickled past her fingers and onto her palm pathetically.
“Aw, baby.” She cooed, tilting her head at you. “Leaking for me so soon? I know you’re easy, but you’ve reached an entirely new level.” She murmured, fingers withdrawing with a wet noise.
Her hand dropped from your mouth as she stepped back completely.
“Since when were you this freaked out? And mean?” You whined, pushing off the wall and hitching the waistband of your pants back up defensively.
“Since you started staring at me like a chew toy.” She deadpanned. “You’ve gotten me properly riled up by doing so, and I thought you should have a taste of the same treatment.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t drag you in here and here and finger you like that! All I did was look.” You protested, face flushed, watching her step out and walk over to the sinks, washing her hands while making sure she still looked neat in the mirror. “That was meaner than it needed to be. Didn’t have to.. Get my hopes up like that.”
You were still throbbing, and the process of doing your slacks back up when you were still so fucking turned on felt like a death sentence.
She looked up and made eye contact in the mirror, eyebrows lifted. She let her gaze slide over your disheveled appearance in the mirror.
“You like it, so enough with the whining.” She shifted her focus back to fixing her neckline. “The closing speeches will start and finish in the next 30 minutes, it’s not like I’m making you wait another 2 hours. Do me a favour and wait a couple minutes before you leave. And try to.. Neaten up a little, would you?” Her voice carried that cocky lilt that always got under your skin.
With that said, she slipped out, leaving you flushed and aching in the bathrooms. You ran your hands down your face. You could still feel how wet you were, and movement only amplified it. You were tempted to shut yourself back in the stall and rub one out, but you shook the thought loose. You’d been lucky enough to not have someone walk in up until now, and you didn’t want that to change.
You stepped up to the mirrors, groaning at the sight of yourself. You ran water from the sink over your hand and rubbed at the lipstick marks on your neck, cleaning them off the best you could before pulling your collar as far up your neck as you could.
It took a couple minutes, but you straightened yourself up and stepped back out into the hall, the grating buzz of overlapping chatter settling over you once again. You spotted Caitlyn already roped into a conversation she couldn’t give 2 fucks about, but you quickly shifted your gaze elsewhere.
You found an empty spot on the wall and stuck there, observing the people in the room. Anything to shift your focus from the ache between your legs. Just when you’d started to successfully let your thoughts drift, the sharp clink of silver against glass hushed the room.
Everyone’s attention turned to the host, who was standing by an elevated podium at the end of the room. Well, everybody’s attention except for one.
You could feel Caitlyn’s gaze on you the entire time. You refused to look back though. Your heart picked up slightly, at the feel of her stare and the thought of getting home. The host droned on with thank-yous and some other posh jargon, and you just stared at the ground in front of you.
When the room started clearing out, an arm snaked around your waist from behind. Caitlyn sideled up next to you, walking out of the hall with her back straight. She looked cool and collected to everybody else, but you could feel her fingers digging into the meat of your waist.
You slid into the backseat of her car, flinching as her hand pressed firmly against your lower back to get you moving along.
She rounded the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine wordlessly and pulling out of the venue. The ride was silent. You shifted in your seat every so often, staring out the window with a tight jaw.
She pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, not moving yet You looked up at the rear view mirror and immediately met her eyes, shrinking under the glinting sapphire. She looked hungry, and irritated.
Without a word, she undid her seatbelt and climbed out of the car. She didn’t wait up for you. She didn’t have to.
You followed her inside, trailing a few feet behind her on the stairwell. The atmosphere was thick, especially when you stepped into your bedroom. She clicked the door shut behind you and rested her hands on your waist, slowly backing you up into the wall.
“What a night.” She hummed, one hand raising up towards your face, her knuckles brushing over your cheek softly.
She leaned forward, kissing you again, but it was a slow press of lips this time. She pulled back but kept her mouth inches from yours. Her thumb drew circles against the jut of your hip bone.
“You wanna lay back on the bed for me, darling?” She murmured, voice gravelly. Your stomach flipped, throat going dry. You swallowed, nodding, and slipping free from her grip, climbing onto the bed and sitting up near the headboard, thighs falling open instinctively.
“Look at you. So compliant for me already. Lift your hips for me, dear.” She climbed onto the bed, sitting on her heels between your legs, fingers hooking back into your belt.
She had your pants off with a little bit of fumbling, your underwear left hanging off one ankle. Her eyes zeroed in on where you were still glistening for her. She bit her lip, spreading you open with 2 fingers.
“Still so wet for me.” She breathed, running a finger teasingly over your entrance. She shifted, laying down on her stomach, spreading your thighs further to make room for her shoulders.
She pressed her lips to your stomach, once twice, now moving painfully slow. She was nothing like she was earlier. She shifted down to the skin of your thighs, sucking the heated flesh between her teeth.
Her breath ghosted over your pussy, her eyes watching your hips twitch impatiently. One hand slid up under your shirt, shoving your bra out of the way and palming your breast firmly.
You whimpered when she finally made contact where you ached for it. You were sensitive from earlier. She ran the tip of her tongue through your center, lapping lazily at your clit.
She worked you like she had all the time in the world, like you weren’t leaking desperately. You tangled your fingers in her hair tightly, pulling her head back. You looked down at her, meeting an unimpressed look.
“You’ve made your point, okay? Please don’t tease me like that again, Cait. Just let me come.” You spoke as well as you could, although your voice still faltered slightly. You were desperate now. She’d denied you once, and that was unbearable enough.
“I suppose that’s reasonable. Don’t complain when you get what you want though.”
You nodded, leaning back on your elbows, surprised you actually managed to sway her. Your pulse hammered in the back of your throat.
She lowered her head back down, flattening her tongue out against you and dragging it through you, one finger reaching up and prodding at your entrance before sliding in. She closed her mouth around your clit, rolling her tongue over it firmly.
You shifted your weight onto your back, lifting your hand and pressing your knuckles to your mouth to stifle a moan. Your hips canted up into her eagerly. Being properly pleasured after being played with for so long felt heavenly.
You panted heavily, breath leaving you in ragged gasps and low moans. Your fingers curled into the sheets after she sucked your clit particularly hard, curling her finger up hard, sliding in another to drive you faster.
She coaxed an orgasm out of you slowly, building it up, giving you just the pace you needed to topple over. Your thighs pressed around her head firmly, a choked yelp leaving you as you spilled on her fingers, thighs trembling.
“That was quick. You’re really that pent up?” She breathed, fingers still pumping inside you slowly. You twitched, walls fluttering around her, a pang tearing through you.
“F-fuck.. Hah..” You whimpered, toes curling up. That overwhelming feeling rippled though you, a sharp flare of pleasure and pain spreading through your cunt. You’d just come hard, and the continued friction was so, so much. You were sensitive, which wasn’t uncommon for you, but it happened faster than it usually did.
“Don’t whine. You said you wanted to come, you got it. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” She teased, pulling her fingers out. You sagged slightly in relief, panting heavily.
“Sorry..” You murmured, mind foggy.
Caitlyn watched your cunt flutter and drool with hooded eyes, tongue running over her teeth. She shifted forward, running her tongue over your slit before sliding it inside of you, sealing her mouth over you.
Your hips lifted off the mattress, a sharp whine leaving you as her tongue ran through the mess she caused.
“Ah.. Cait, it’s.. Mmph..’’ You gasped out, thighs trembling. Your slick coated her lips, trickling out of you as she lapped at your pussy. Every shift of her tongue made a lewd, wet noise, making your face burn.
She was persistent once again, despite your complaints, one of her hands firm against your hip. Orgasm curled low inside of you, your thighs jerking as a choked sob left you. This one crawled up your spine, and the tension made you ache, but not the same way as before. The sensation was fucking consuming. It made you want to squeeze your legs shut, yet you craved the feeling.
It only took another couple minutes of Caitlyn’s skilled work until you were swallowing back a keen and cumming against her again.
She fully pulled away once you’d come down this time, tracing circles on your thigh with her thumb. After a while of silence broken only by your heavy breathing, she spoke up.
“You know what I think?” She murmured, looking up at you. “You need to be filled up nice and good. Look at you clenching around nothing..”
Your stomach clenched, thighs pressing together.
“Cait, I’m sore..” You protested, watching her get up and pad over to the nightstand. Your protest was weak though. There was certainly appeal in her offer. And you had a safeword, but you were yet to need it.
You watched her pull a box from your nightstand, fishing out a fitted harness. She finally stripped herself off, and you watched her every move with parted lips. She fastened on the harness, silicone hanging between her legs lewdly.
She climbed back onto the bed, stationing herself between your thighs once again. She looked down at you, running her fingers through your soaked cunt once again before bringing her hand down in a sharp arc.
It landed with a wet slap, right over where you ached the most. Your hips jerked, a punched-out noise leaving you. She spread you open with a thumb, using her other hand to press the tip of the attachment against your entrance.
She rocked her hips forward slightly, not pressing in just yet, but grinding against you. Your chest rose and fell unevenly. You gasped when she finally pressed forward, watching your pussy swallow the navy silicone.
She pressed in deep, and your head fell back against the mattress with a fucked out moan. She rocked her hips slightly, sensation rippling through you. The toy rubbed up against your walls with every shift, pressing against raw nerves.
“Fuck.. It’s so.. So much.. Baby..” You babbled, breath hitching with every rock. She pulled her hips back further now, sliding back in over and over, pace building perfectly. Your fingers curled into the sheets, your knuckles going white with the force of your grip.
“Taking me so good.. So fucking perfect for me, darling.. Gods.. You like it when I fill you up like this? Hm?” She groaned, skin meeting skin wetly with each drive forward. She pushed your leg back, shifting her angle and driving into you harder.
Your vision whited when you finally crested, clenching up tight around the faux dick, stomach clenching and spasming, thighs jerking against her grip. You came down, panting, a weak noise leaving you when Cait finally pulled out.
The harness jangled slightly as she undid it, setting it aside. She leaned down and gave you a tender kiss.
“Next time you look at me like that at a formal event, you won’t come for a week.” She said softly, but the threat was there, and very real.
You swallowed and nodded. You’d honestly forgotten about the whole eye contact thing that had pissed her off and driven her to fucking you like that in the first place.
She ran a hand over your thigh gently.
“I’m gonna go get you a glass of water and a cloth, okay?” She murmured, and you nodded, sitting up against the headboard, body completely lacking tension after being fucked so thoroughly.
— 20. Bodyguard! Caitlyn Kiramman x President's Daughter! F Reader I Drabble
Warnings : Cait receiving, condescending praise, SMUT MDNI (idk if they actually wear ear pieces, and oh my god another violation of work ethics)
You pride yourself on the architecture of your composure: the razor-sharp line of your spine, the practiced tilt of your chin, the way your hands rest like heavy marble against your hips. Beside your father, under the blinding heat of a thousand camera flashes, you are less a woman and more a monument. But as the President’s voice drones on, a low, tectonic thrum begins to vibrate at the base of your skull.
You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, a tiny fracture in the statue. Shivers, unbidden and electric, coil from your hips and race up the ladder of your vertebrae, raising goosebumps in its wake.
Then, the static of your ear piece hisses—a sharp, intimate intake of breath delivered directly into your inner ear.
“Look at you. Poor, desperate thing. Trying so hard to hold it together.”
The voice is posh, dripping with the kind of upper-class cruelty that feels like a velvet noose. It’s Caitlyn.
Your eyes narrow into slits, a silent curse screaming behind your teeth. You hate her for this—for the psychological siege she’s laying while you’re pinned under the national gaze.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” she murmurs, the words yearning and heavy. A pause follows, long enough for the image to take root in your gut, followed by a low, devastatingly smug giggle. “All these people, all these lenses... and I’m the only one who knows how wet you are under that silk. So prim and fucking proper.”
Your brow twitches. Your gaze sweeps the room, cutting through the sea of suits until you find her. She’s stationed by the heavy mahogany doors. Her hair is scraped back into a bun so tight it looks painful; her face is a mask of passive, professional boredom. To the world, she is a weapon in a blazer. To you, she is a predator watching her prey.
“That million-dollar face,” she whispers, her voice dropping an octave, vibrating against your eardrum until your knees feel like jelly. “I’d kill to see it between my legs right now. That’s a face made to be ridden, don't you think?”
A fresh surge of heat crashes into your pussy.. Your hand bunches into a fist, knuckles white, as the heel of your stiletto taps a frantic, agonizing rhythm against the marble floor. You’re sweating now—a fine, shimmering sheen on your forehead that the cameras will mistake for the heat of the lights.
Just so you fucking wait until this is finished. You thought.
By 10 PM, the "First Daughter" has been stripped away, leaving only a frantic mess of rumpled silk and pleated wool on the satin sheets. The gala was a marathon of botoxed smiles and velvet-glove handshakes; now, the only thing that matters is the weight of Caitlyn straddling your hips.
Caitlyn moves with the efficiency of an officer taking what’s hers. She grinds her wetness directly against the skin of your stomach, her eyebrows drawn together in a look of focused pleasure. Her hands are heavy on your chest, pinning you, using your body as a high-end toy to get herself off.
“It feels too fucking good—fuck,” she rasps, her posh accent staggering, broken by hot, jagged breaths.
You arch your back, your hips canting upward, desperately grinding against thin air. You’re chasing the ghost of her touch, but she keeps you just out of reach, forcing you to watch her take from you.
“I wonder what the press would think,” she whispers, leaning down until her breath ghosts over your damp skin. Her hips roll, slow and agonizingly deliberate. “Your bodyguard using the President’s daughter like a piece of furniture. Think of the scandal. All that dignity, wasted on me.”
“Cait—please. I’ve been wanting you all night,” you beg, your voice a ragged shadow of your public persona. Your hands roam blindly over her body, your cold fingers finding the hard, pebble-peaks of her nipples.
She doesn’t give in. Instead, she hooks a hand under your knee, hiking your leg over her shoulder to expose your wet pussy completely. She shifts, grinding her clit directly against yours in a slick, bruising slide of friction.
A moan tears from your throat, but she smothers it, her mouth crashing onto yours. Her teeth clash against yours, a brutal claim.
“Keep it down,” she murmurs against your lips, her voice heavy with authority. “You don’t want the maids to hear how loud you get for me, do you? I’m your dirty little secret, remember?”
“No—Cait, you’re not a secret—ah, fuck—” You’re babbling now, the facade of the poised socialite left in fragments on the floor. “I’ll let them know. I’ll tell everyone I’m yours—I promise—fuck, Cait, ride my face. Please.”
She doesn’t offer a verbal reply. She knows you won’t. There’s a dull ache that rests beneath her ribs but she simply shifts, positioning her hips over your mouth. Your high-end lip gloss is already smudged across your chin, a mark of her ownership. Your next moan is muffled entirely as she presses her wet, swollen pussy lips against your tongue.
She doesn't ask; she takes. You work for her now, your tongue tracing the slick heat of her while she grinds down, chasing her high with a ruthless, rhythmic pressure.
Caitlyn’s face scrunches, her head falling back as the pleasure racks her. There’s a dark, addictive thrill in the indignity of it—the way a powerful woman in the country is currently nothing but a mess of smudged mascara and her wetness. Down here, behind the marble molding and the locked doors, you aren't an asset to be protected. You’re just a slut for her, and God, she makes you feel it.
and she’s squirming and gasping, already overstimulated. you even started slow just for her, knowing how sensitive she is… yet she’s already pushing your head away. you know she doesn’t really want you to stop, she knows her word. she’s just so sensitive. the poor thing just loses it when you reach up to play with her sensitive nipples. she’s a complete mess of spit and moans of your name over and over again. exasperated breaths spilling from her wet mouth. body twitching as she comes on your face.
