Cw! Smut, duh. Exhibition, cunninglingus Cait receiving, reader giving, slight dominant Cait in the beginning, submissive Cait for most of the fic, dominant reader for most too, didnโt proof read
Tldr; you eat out Cait while she works but Ambessa comes in for a hot minute
A/n: alrighty ๐ผ๐ผ๐ผ my vi fic did absolutely dogshit so weโre coming out at the beginning of pride month (also my b-day month) with some caity-boo also just a warning but I am ASS at writing dialogue, I tried fam
You could hear the chatter of others above where you were hidden. Caitlyn talking like nothing was occurring underneath her desk, especially not anything inappropriate. The now dictator had become rather stern and stoic over the past months. Was it because of the loss of her mother? A rumored break-up with some Zaunite from the Undercity? No one was certain and any rumor heard sheโd hear would give her a great deal of annoyance, maybe might result in a gossiping enforcers being cut. Everyone kept their thoughts to themselves for the most part, but minds definitely wondered.
She was sat at her desk, originally going through reports and suchโ leader work while you got up to your own work. Now, what would Ambessa say if she peered her gaze over that desk and saw Caitlynโs pants off and your head in between those thighs!? What a scandal that would be. Though, the two of you knew how to be quiet.
โAny new sightings of those โJinxersโ?โ Ambessa spoke, powerful voice echoing through the quiet office. โYes, Ambessa, that is what these reports are about.โ Other such leader yapping continue. You care little about that and focus your attention on the altar of your being; Caitlynโs wet core. Gently lapping at her outer lips then paying attention to her clit and clenching hole. Keeping up the same pace you had before Ambessa came in, youโd hate to disappoint Caitlyn.
โWant to tell me where they were spotted, Kiramman?โ Ambessa responded, looking around the office, seeing how she set up the place, walking idly around now. If she looked even a bit in Caitlynโs direction, sheโd spot a slimmer of pale, muscular thigh and a head in between them. โThe Undercity, sent Enforcers down to spot them out.โ Trying not to sound too breathy but tensing at the swirling of your tongue around her clit. Caught her off guard actually. Ambessa notices, peering over. โCaitlyn, is something wrong?โ Looking at her, head tilted but still held in quiet nonchalance.
โNo, just a chill.โ Caitlyn responded quickly but not suspiciously. Ambessa stares, looking for any sort of deception. She spots none and takes her leave. โWell then, keep up the good work, Caitlyn.โ Shutting the door behind herself. Caitlyn lets ough a sigh of relief, relaxing in her chair. She peers down at you. โGoodness, that couldโve been bad.โ Hand running through her hair, a stressed, anxious motion of hers. Arching her hips into your face, lips stained with her slick.
Your hands go to hold at her thighs, lapping her up reverently while she sorts through reports. You switch between giving suction to her clit and prodding your tongue at her clenching hole, occasionally kissing and nipping at her inner thighs. โOh- fuck, right there, darling- donโt stop- donโt you dare stop-โ Commander Kiramman ordered you, ordered you quite weakly, I might add. Her thighs were becoming shaky and a pool of desire was pooling to the fabric of her office chair. You continue, who are you to deny your dearest?
โShit-โ Her back arches with need, a quivering cry leaving her. Caitlyn hasnโt cum yet, but sheโs terribly close. Right now, sheโs doing the โarch-away-from-my-orgasmโ maneuver. And that shanโt slide. You grip her keeping her right where you want her. And with one more strong suckle to her clit. โNo- no, nghhhhn- fuck- f-ffuck.โ Commander Kiramman laysโ sits, actuallyโ slumped and shaky from her orgasm. Your mouth is full of the taste of Caitlyn, delicious. You pull away, looking up at her chest rise and fall. Utterly spent after her body wracking orgasm.
You press a kiss to her inner thigh, a โyouโre welcomeโ gesture. Silly Commander, so sensitive.
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who wears her collar with a sense of pride, in most cases bringing it to you with a bashful look
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who pouts up a storm when you deny her, kneeling at your feet and following you around
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who likes to rest ther head on your clothed pussy or nuzzle up under your skirt to compliment your tits
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who doesnโt even take her clothes off before starting to lick you out
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who grinds her clit hard against the bed as she eats you out
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who looks up at you with biggest and wettest eyes silently pleading with you to cum
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who can only get distracted from your pussy by thing: kitty!Cait
๊ฉkitty!Cait who has to be wrestled into her collar, despite all of the effort put in to make it perfect, often due to her penchant for bringing the stress of work home
๊ฉkitty!Cait that ignores almost every order you give her
๊ฉkitty!Cait who is infatuated with your tits, never failing to end up mouthing at them despite you directing her elsewhere
๊ฉkitty!Cait that waits until the last second before you cum to press her tongue to your clit, going as far as to butting Vi out of the way to get a taste of you
๊ฉkitty!Cait that enjoys your frustrated noise as the orgasm that you where hurtling towards stops in its tracks
๊ฉkitty!Cait who laps passively at your hole, savouring the taste of you
๊ฉkitty!Cait who giggles when you direct Vi towards her instead, telling her to leave hickeys on Caitโs skin
๊ฉkitty!Cait who blatantly ignores your clit, reaching her hands up to fondle your tits
๊ฉkitty!Cait who mouths her way up your body, grinding against you and kissing away your frown at her defiance,whilst tweaking your nipples
๊ฉkitty!Cait who huffs into you neck as you tell her to go back down, biting your nipples in retaliation
๊ฉkitty!Cait who moans loudly when you pull her away by her hair
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who whines until you let her take up her rightful place between your legs during Caits distraction
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who dives into your pussy with vigour, your legs pulled over her shoulders, fingers digging into your thighs.
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who wiggles her hips a little in joy at being allowed back into her โhappy placeโ
๊ฉkitty!Cait who pulls at your loosening grip to seal her mouth to yours, swallowing down your admonishing and you resulting whines of Viโs enthusiasm
๊ฉkitty!Cait who keeps you placated long enough before pulling away to nuzzle and paw at Vi. Pressing little kisses to her face and licking at the corner her mouth, enticing her into kissing back.
๊ฉkitty!Cait who smiles when you call them beautiful, too caught up in her victory -mischief- to notice the sinister tone in your voice
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who is too horny to notice you rise from the bed, riffling through the chest full all your toys
They both moan into each other mouth when you smack them sensitive skin of their upper thighs in reprimand. Even under your scrutiny, they take a moment to pull away from each other, avoiding eye-contact as they sit prettily on their knees for you.
๊ฉkitty!Cait who wiggles furiously as you tie them together, purple rope digging into their skin, intricate knots tying them together face to face
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who has tears in her eyes she finally understands whatโs going on
๊ฉkitty!Cait who begins to bite at Viโs shoulder revelling at the whines she releases
They both cry out when you harshly shove your fingers their holes fingering them hard and fast
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who cries for real when you pull your out just as fast, denying her at the last second
๊ฉkitty!Cait who groans at being empty, trying and failing to turn to face you due to the chain little linking their collars. She tries to push back as much as possible searching for your touch.
They wear almost identical pouts as you laugh cruelly and remind them your own denied orgasm at their expense
๊ฉpuppy!Vi who begs for mercy through her tears, her eyes getting softer. Who whines when you tell her that she canโt get out of punishment with just her cute face.
They realise one thing in that moment: they are going to regret ignoring you todayโฆ
This was literally just an excuse to write smut and since I'm really digging the Hogwarts AU with Piltover's Finest... here's that:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None apply
Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi
Summary: The two of you are in the Head Girl and Boyโs meeting lounge, and sheโs seated on the giant, polished wood table thatโs reserved for school event plans and proposals, which have all been swept aside and now lay abandoned on the floor. Neither of you pays attention to the mess thatโs been created. The doorโs locked, so the mess doesnโt matter; sheโd always be able to clean it up and organize it after anyway. Speaking of the devilโฆ ragged breaths escape her mouth, synched with the tempo of her hips trying to grind onto your leg, and it takes all of your focus just to keep your thoughts together, despite the distraction provided by her dilated pupils and swollen lips.
Her hands brush over yours as the both of you struggle to pull off her Head Girl uniformโ first, the ridiculous robeโ then, the sweater and tie. You catch sight of a familiar glint of Ravenclaw blue and grey; the shimmer of that special, prestigious pin on her sweater gives you another rush of excitement that settles deep into your bones, reminding you that yes... you really do have the Head Girl pinned under you, begging for you.
