Summary: You ask your best friend to come shopping with you, knowing that Caitlyn has always had an eye for fashion. What you don't know, however, is that Caitlyn's intentions are far from friendly.
cw: 600 words | 18+ mdni, pervy!Caitlyn, she looks and thinks, but doesn't touch bc she wouldn't want to force anything on you, lowkey pining too, she really likes you
Caitlyn knows she's supposed to be your best friend.
Key phrase: supposed to be.
Caitlyn should, as your best friend, be supporting you. She should be laughing with you, talking with you, going to cute cafés and taking photos. She should have the best intentions with you — and, to be fair, she does.
She’s just a little secretive about them.
Caitlyn’s been eyeing you for years now. Your curves, your hips, the unmarked skin of your neck — gods, it makes her mouth water. She wants to be the one leaving love bites dotted across your skin, caressing your curves and pinning your hips down underneath her. She wonders, as she lays in bed at night, if you’d let her ruin you. Eating you out, tying you up, strapping you down — she doesn’t care. She’d let you strap her down, too, if it’s your preference. Anything to get you in her arms.
She wants you. She craves your touch and warmth more than anything in the world. Thus, she’ll do anything to get it.
Caitlyn’s respectful, of course, she’d never do anything without your consent. That being said, she can’t blame herself for admiring you. Like, when the two of you are out shopping in Piltover one day, picking out items you’d look so lovely in. Caitlyn always comes with you, always takes you to high end shops that she pays for with a swipe of her card. Whether you want a lip tint to gloss the lips that Caitlyn so desperately wants to kiss or a stylish pair of jeans: it's yours. So when you pick out a particularly showy top, Caitlyn immediately perks up at the thought of seeing you in it. “The color would look lovely on you,” Caitlyn claims, accented tone disguising the desire in her voice.
When you come out of your dressing room, adorning the lacy top that she had so admired, Caitlyn practically preens. She tries to avert her eyes until you look at yourself in the mirror, and only then does she let her gaze dip down to trace the curves of your breasts. Had you even worn a bra with this? She wonders, biting her tongue so that no sounds escape to give away her wandering eyes. The more important question being:
Gods, has she ever wanted anyone like this?
“Ah—“ Caitlyn leaves her chair, crossing to you in a few strides. She’s tunnel-visioned: only seeing the barely-covered skin of your back. All her mind can tell her is touch, and she can't resist any longer. She slips her hands under the lace to trace along your back, pretending to reach for the tag to pull it out of the top. “Let me adjust the tag for you.”
(The tag is already pulled out, but you don’t need to know that).
You turn, chorusing a thank you and already stepping back toward your dressing room to try on a few more items. That is, until Caitlyn calls out after you, holding up a sweater she had seemingly pulled out of nowhere.”
“Do you mind if I join you?” She asks, icy eyes betraying no hint of her real motivation. “I want to try this on, but all the other dressing rooms are full.”
“Of course!” You nod, flashing her a smile. She’s your best friend, after all, so you hold the door for her as the two of you disappear into the fitting room.
You don’t notice Caitlyn’s smug little smile as she follows behind you, eyeing your thighs (oh, what she'd like to do to those thighs) exposed by the swish of your skirt. Nor do you notice how she eyes you up when you bend down to grab your phone from the dressing room floor, taking in the sight of your exposed panties.
Or maybe you do.
You guys wanted pervy!Caitlyn so here she is!
I really believe that Caitlyn is very respectful, and I wanted to stay true to her character, so I didn't want to put any noncon in (also, I'm not comfortable writing noncon as per my request rules). But I do think she'd look and lust and have some pervy thoughts about you sooo... this is what I think would go through her mind.
Hope you guys enjoyed and you're all safe and healthy! Sending much love <3
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(Ps she’s lowkey a perv and dork she’s just so dumb I love her)
She was so prestigious, came from a good family, and basically bought her way into college—so why would she risk all of it just to see you?
She stands by your window at night watching you study, biting your pen when you don’t know the answers and smiling once you get them. You must know what you do to her, right?
It’s not like she could just come up to you; she was THE Caitlyn Kirraman, shining star on her basketball team, an A in every class but you…it ruined her so badly.
Breaking into your dorm was easy. She has friends around campus, passing a note to Vi, who passed it to Sevika, who gave it to Jinx, who showed it to Ekko, and now she has a key to your lovely dorm, right?
Passing through your single room and just sniffing the air, your faint perfume and scent just linger in it, and now she feels a heat driving down her stomach; fuck, just your scent alone leaves her wet.
Reaching into your underwear drawer and grabbing the pretty lacy pair you own, she stops for a second, truly wondering if she debased herself this far, if she should truly bring them to her nose…
But that’s when her eyes flicker over towards a small box; oh, she could be religious just at the sight of that.
A small pink vibrator sitting in the box—you must’ve been in a rush since you didn’t put it up. Caitlyn thought this was her sign, a sign that let her know she could do this. Her overwhelming sense of guilt, clouded by her complete horniness, took over as she took the vibe and two pairs of underwear and walked over to your bed.
Before she could even get her clothes off or enjoy herself, she heard it…your laughter fluttering down the halls. She’d be captivated if it didn’t mean you were coming towards your dorm room!
Her eyes peered around for somewhere to hide, the wardroom? No, you might check it… Ah, maybe under the bed? Fuck no, she’s too big for that. This is it; her life is over, or at least the one she thought out with you, where you live in the big city and she’s a lawyer and you’re her pretty housewife—fuck.
The door slowly creaks open as you walk in, not noticing Caitlyn shutting the door with a sigh, just happy to be back in your dorm. That’s when you notice her standing in the middle of the room red-handed—or lace-handed, sort of? YOUR pink vibrator in her left hand and two lacy underwear in her right.
Both of you just stand there dumbfounded for different reasons as she blinks at you a couple times before standing up straight and coughing.
“You see, I was stopping a thief in your room—”
“You know I’ve seen you out my window, right?”
Once you interrupted Caitlyn, her eyes opened wide… You can’t be serious. You’ve seen her?? And you’ve never said a single thing? She opens her mouth to speak, but maybe for the first time in her life, Caitlyn has nothing to say; her brain feels like it’s short-circuiting.
“If you wanted to fuck, you could’ve just said something—perv.”
