Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader
PLOT: Who says she doesn't like it rough...punishing Caitlyn for acting so shy.
CW: 18+, MDNI, Sub!Caitlyn, Mean!Reader, Dom!Reader, fingering, oral, squirting, mocking, spanking, overstimulation
🎶Shy - Renee Rapp :)) Enjoy
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“Pretty girl, I can’t—fuck—keep tasting you if you hide behind your hands like that.”
Caitlyn releases broken moans, mouth hidden inside the crook of her elbow. Her hips lift with every grind and flick of your tongue on her clit.
With rough hands, you hook Caitlyn’s legs around your neck, making them hang over your shoulders.
You hold her squirming thighs, keeping them open as you lap through her folds—swallowing the river of juices formed from endlessly teasing throughout the night.
“Don’t get all shy on me now,” you tease with a soft peck on her throbbing clit.
Words can’t seem to leave her swollen lips. Thoughts barely form in her current state, jumbling altogether to strangle out, “N-not s-shy.”
A dry laugh escapes your lips, remembering how she practically dragged you up to her apartment. So desperate to have you push her panties to the side, fingering her ’til her legs shake from cummin’ so hard.
Yet, two orgasms in, she can barely keep from blushing with just a kiss on her lonely pussy.
“Seem s-shy to me,” you mock, your cocky smile spreading across Caitlyn’s weeping pussy.
Your tongue slips right into her pulsing hole, sending a jolt down her stomach, and a slap of her hand over her mouth, desperate to keep quiet.
A hand leaves her thigh, working her clit with lazy circles, tongue slipping in and out of her punishingly.
“Only good girls get eaten out," your tongue glides out with a long drag, "are you a good girl?”
Caitlyn nods, hand falling from her face, now gripping the sheets.
“I don’t think you are…” slap!
A sting shoots right to her pussy so good her hips fly up, breath catching in her throat.
“Agh!” A high-pitched scream leaves her lips with every mean hit to her core.
“I’ll ask again. Are you a good girl?”
Caitlyn’s chest rises and falls, arched back flattening on the bed sheets.
Doe eyes brimming with tears, she pants, catching her breath, desperate to feel your touch again. "Please, yes..."
Another wet slap rings through the room. You'd never forget how much Caitlyn loves a good spanking. Especially not when you see her dark eyes cross. She practically cums as her vision flashes white.
You whisper straight to her pussy, “Good girl—“ you kiss her clit, soothing your sweet stings.
Kisses trail up her blue, subtle, happy trail.
Sucking and pulling, your lips make their way between the round mountains of her tits.
You give short peaks around one hard nipple, kneading her other breast—nipple dipping in and out of the small gaps between your fingers.
“Mnh, need you—“ you feel a shaky hand wrap around your vacant wrist, pulling your hand between her legs, “—here.”
“Huh, not so shy now…” You give her tit one last peck and dive two fingers into her, earning a sharp whine and a limp hand around yours.
“Don’t let go,” you say sternly, giving her kneading tit a hard tug. Weakly, her fingers return with a firm hold.
“Hngh, w-won’t happen again.”
Caitlyn’s hips meet your rough thrusts. Bodies grinding on top of each other like rolling waves.
“Guide me, baby,” You whisper into her ear, fingers curling deeper into her, slowing, giving her the chance to control your movement.
Caitlyn lifts her hips and pulls your wrist back—fingertips at the brink of her tight pussy. Her hand pushes your fingers deep inside her warm walls—pistoled movements hitting her g-spot perfectly.
“B-bet Vi never fucked you like this,” your mouth finds her stiff nipple, sucking it dry, muffling your quiet whimpers, “that why you broke up, sweetheart?”
Caitlyn squirms, whining as her walls narrow on your quick fingers.
You can feel her cummin’ as her wrist limps on yours and her pussy pulses around you. You give her a few strokes and bites on her tit before detaching—she melts under you.
Her tit takes another soft draw before you're kneeling back between her legs, tongue darting in her sensitive hole, overstimulating her to the point of wet streams sprinkle, trickling down your face.
Trembling hands practically fist the sheets as broken cries come from above you. You curl your tongue one last time, parting with a smirk.
“Mhm, keep going,” you praise, wet tongue gliding across your lips, opening them to get a better taste of her juices.
Hypnotized, your gaze never leaves her streaming pussy. You’re completely gone now, needing to taste more of her.
Your hand falls back on her overworked clit, thumb flicking circles at her clit, making her arch her back.
“S’too much, too much,” she sobs, pussy still gushing, squirting streams into your mouth, making a dripping mess of your face.
Your hands slow, coming to a stop, roaming soft caresses up her thighs.
You feel Caitlyn's body calm down. Her breaths short and airy, hands loosening off the bed, and her chest leveling.
You give her pussy one last lick, taking one last slurp.
“Ngh!” Caitlyn tiredly whimpers.
You scan her blissed out face, a small smile faintly forming on her face.
"Made a mess of me..." she breathes out, fingers lingering over your red bite marks.
Your hands slip under her, jolting her up bridal style. "Nothing you haven't done to me."
Fully prepared to wash her clean, you grab a washcloth...The water is warm, settling gently on Caitlyn's soft skin.
Knocks pang through her apartment. Caitlyn’s eyes fall on yours, too tired to dry herself and get the door. You nod, “I got it. Relax a bit, okay?”
Caitlyn smiles at you reassuringly, stopping you with a light hand on your arm.
“Wait,” she leans forward, water drips from her hair, head peeking out of the shower. Caitlyn's lips find yours, “Join me when you’re done.”
You squeeze her face, excited at the thought. You share a final pec, your hand lightly taps on her ass. She scowls and squints, teasing anger sent your way.
Your laugh rings through the room as you head for the door.
Over your shoulder, “I’m curious, what really happened between you and Vi?"
Nearly at the door, you hear a faint, “Just on and off…again.”
You nod silently, opening the door... only to meet the cold gaze of no other than Vi.
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