[projenitor]

i just think that vi is so… interlacing your fingers during sex, in missionary so she can see your pretty face and every little micro expression you make, squeezing your palm periodically. kissing the little bows on the waistline of your panties as she makes her way down your body. leaning down to press kisses to your sweaty forehead or push your hair away from your eyes so sweetly at the same time that her strap is buried ridiculously deep inside you. telling you that’s my girl, sweet girl as you cum. massaging your sore hips, thighs, and calves as you unwrap them from around her waist or lower them off her shoulders. gently tracing the bruises on your hips left behind by her fingertips. breath fanning your ear as she asks if you’re okay, do you need anything?, and you’re such a sweet girl, do you know that? and like… of course you do, because vi makes it her personal mission to show you just how much she loves you and every little thing about your body when you’re in bed together ♡

[projenitor]

caitlyn being soft with you during sex ♡

warnings: fem!reader. scissoring. fingering. mature content ahead; minors do not interact.

“behave.” caitlyn’s words hit your ears as she leans over you. they sound as sharp and serious as ever, yet for some reason, your brain doesn't register the firmness in her tone.

she’s above you, wedged between your parted thighs, holding your leg out of the way so she can hit that perfect spot over and over as her clit rubs against yours. but you won’t stop squirming. hips twitching and back arching underneath her like a little animal writhing under a predator.

caitlyn is fit and plenty capable of handling you, but she’s already breathless from humping your pussy, and trying to wrestle your limbs still isn’t exactly helping. she huffs your name, bordering on frustrated. her hips slow to a reluctant stop.

“why is it so hard for you to stay still?” caitlyn rasps. it’s more of an act than genuine anger. she nearly spits out the syllables, but something in her chest twinges as she gazes down at you.

you’re staring up at her with glassy eyes and a lopsided smile, watching her every movement with an almost worshipful expression. it gets to caitlyn. she prides herself on her composure. on being able to hold it together around you, especially, even when you're making her heart flutter and her cunt throb.

her hand leaves your thigh momentarily and instead reaches for your face. her knuckles grazing against your cheekbone feel more like a whisper than a real touch. you can see the way her demeanor changes slowly. no longer the strict and borderline ruthless woman she was just seconds ago.

caitlyn shifts once more on top of you, taking a second to catch her breath as her iron grip on you relaxes. a chunk of her hair slips and falls into your face. dark, silky strands tickling across your nose and in your eyes with how closely she’s leaning over you. you sputter with a sudden gasp of laughter, and the sound makes caitlyn’s own smile widen.

you’re so cute. letting her pin you down and listening to all her grumbling and just giggling about it. she wonders if she should be concerned or endeared by how it feels as though her heart skips a beat when you reach for her.

your grabby hands are all over her, one palm wrapping around her bicep and the other sliding into her hair, pushing it back over her shoulder and holding it out of her good eye while she fucks you into the mattress. such a sweet girl. her girl.

“you’re lucky i love you.” caitlyn lowers her head to kiss your eyebrow, eyelid, nose. lightly, anywhere she can reach. “i should start tying your hands up.”

“but then i couldn’t hold your hair for you when—ah.” your breath catches mid-sentence when caitlyn eases her hips off yours, switching from scissoring to replace the feeling of her clit on yours with her middle and ring finger. slow, firm circles over and over the swollen nub.

she likes the way you twitch. really likes watching the muscles in your thighs tense. the way your body can’t hide any little reaction to her touch. maybe it's an unfair thought, but caitlyn likes to think she knows your body better than you do sometimes.

“i’ll manage,” caitlyn reassures softly. she slips a finger through your puffy folds, gathering your slick on her long digits as she starts pushing into your cunt slowly, stretching you out all over again. the sound of your moan sends her pulse racing harder. “what number are we on?”

it’s hard to think through the arousal clouding your brain, and the way she’s no longer chastising your behavior, but leaning into the fact that you can’t seem to stay serious. caitlyn huffs an amused sound when you blink in contemplation.

how many times have you cum already?

“mm… three. i think,” you mumble.

“that’s right, darling. good,” caitlyn croons, still circling the pad of her thumb over your clit, pumping her fingers in and out, gentler now. working you through the moment with a careful crook of her fingers against the warmth of your inner walls, massaging with the pads of her fingers.

“keep counting. i’ve got you.”

[projenitor]

tfem cassie who loves to watch intently as she sheathes her dick inside you. she’s got you flat on your back in missionary, trying her best to keep you pinned down as you squirm on the sweaty sheets. “baby, be still for me, okay?” she pants, barely able to keep her mouth closed.

you’re so sensitive that your hips shift as the head of her cock pops into your hole. cassie responds accordingly by pinning your legs still by the knees, grabbing the meat of your thighs with rough fingertips. she places her palm down on your lower belly to keep you from bucking up and throwing her off balance until she’s bottomed out so deep it’s nearly aching.

cassie who keeps her palm on your tummy so she can feel her dick print inside you, smoothing her hand around and feeling for even the faintest outline of her cock stuffed inside you. she thrusts slowly at first, barely rocking her pelvis but moaning with every drag of friction from your warm, wet pussy.

cassie who loves collapsing all her weight on top of you, smothering you into the mattress as she begins rutting into you for much needed stress relief.

[projenitor]

being gentle parented by cassie mckay (っ- ‸ - ς)

cassie helping you through even the most mundane tasks, stepping in and guiding your hands when she notices it’s taking you a little longer than usual to figure something out. her boobs smushed up against your back, peering over your shoulder as she mutters a soft, “there you go. good job, you got it.”

cassie stopping dead in her tracks when you suddenly take an attitude with her, maternal instincts kicking in alongside a firm set of her brows—the kind of look that you know means absolutely do not start. but she knows she can’t get upset with you like that, can’t punish you, so she walks over and leans in toward you ear, “baby, i know you’re upset right now, but i can’t help you if you don’t use your words.”

cassie, who, when you finally calm down and tell her what’s bothering you, opens her arms up for a big mama bear hug. she loves when you curl yourself into her chest, letting her press her cheek against your forehead and her hand stroking over the back of your skull. “doin’ so good,” she coos, “don’t you feel so much better?”

cassie waving you over to her lap when you’ve had a long day, letting you collapse against her plush thighs. you grumble an apology about seeming so babyish, as if you don’t deserve a break sometimes. “it’s okay, honey.” she scoops her arms around you, pecking gentle kisses against your temple. “my big girl’s had a hard day, huh?”

truthfully, it feels more like being babied by cassie, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.