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caitlynsrighteye · 6 days ago

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Behind the lens

Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

After her mothers passing, the world turns gray. Indulges into affairs, alcohol, and study. The weight of the family name lingering on her shoulders. The only thing keeping her sane is her childhood best friend. A photographer who sees the world in a different light.

Contains: modern au, college au, fluff, wlw, alcohol use, addiction, angst, depression, arguments, suggestive themes, kinda toxic cait, basketball player cait, fem!reader, childhood best friend reader, use of y/n

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High School;

You watched as the game below intensified. The gym felt electric– bright lights beaming above, sneakers squeaking along the polished floor, the rhythmic pounding of the ball on the court with a screaming crowd cheering for their team. Tension between two teams fighting for the ball for a chance to score. The scoreboard ticks down, but you aren't paying attention to the numbers.

Your hands were on your camera, you'd just gotten it recently as a gift so you wanted to give it a whirl, it was trained on the players, majority of the time on your best friend, Caitlyn.

The tall heiress moved effortlessly with grace and precision. Her jersey hugged her frame. Her expression focused, calculating her next move, while her side bangs clung to the moist skin of her face. And you, seated in the bleachers, captured every second of it.

When you adjust the lens, zooming in, Caitlyn makes for a layup. Dribbling the ball on the court and jumping in the air slightly to give momentum to her throw. The ball kisses the backboard and lands nicely in the basket, earning another two points.

The crowd roars, yet Caitlyn doesn't celebrate, no need to, they haven't won just yet. The determined scowl on her lips is something you've always found endearing.

You lower your device for a moment, admiring the recent pictures you just took. “Got some good shots?” Some kid in the seat by you asks, probably a sibling of one of the players. “Course I did,” you show off some mid-air captures and the kid ‘woahs’ in disbelief.

As if sensing the attention, Caitlyn turns her attention to where you were during a lull in the game. The glance lasts barely a second– yet you managed to catch it. Getting the sight of the smallest smirk growing on her lips before turning back.

You fight back a smile of your own and bring the camera up to your face again.

Present day;

You sat in the lonesome of your apartment. Quiet, peaceful. Scrolling through your photo gallery of pictures you've taken that day on your laptop, placed atop the wood of your small one by one dining table. You were to present some of your works in class the next day in hopes of getting to show it off in an upcoming exhibit.

While editing a photo you took of the city's skyline, a knock was heard at your front door. 'Who could that be?' You thought, so late at night. Coming to a stand, you walk over to where the sound was heard. Lifting yourself onto your toes to peek through the peephole.

"Shit," you mumbled to yourself. A head-full of blue hair brimmed the fisheye view. You sigh before unlocking the door and opening it to find your best friend, slouched against the doorframe, clear bottle of vodka in hand. "Cait, it's–" You bring your phone up to view the time. "Almost midnight."

"Yeah," she hiccuped, stumbling into your apartment. You held onto her, keeping her from falling over. Shutting the door closed, you took the bottle from her hand and set it on a nearby table, wrapping the taller girl's arm around your shoulders to guide her to your couch, plopping her drunk ass on it.

With her slumped on your sofa, you've given her a glass of water to hopefully flush her system and wash off the alcoholic scent that reeks on her tongue.

This had unfortunately become routine during most nights. She would go out drinking and drag herself to the foot of your 'welcome' doormat– irritating, although you felt more at ease for her to end up at your place instead of a stranger's bed.

You laid her down, made her comfortable with a blanket tucked to her sides, a small plastic bowl from your kitchen cabinet on the floor beside her in case her stomach lost the battle against the hard liquor. You had brought your computer to the coffee table in front of the couch to keep an eye on the intoxicated girl and sat crisscross while you scrolled on the pad of your keyboard.

The once peaceful silence now couldn't get any louder. Having to worry about Caitlyn when you had to focus on your project. Anxiety and worry is what filled the bags under your eyes. Too many restless nights and energy taken up from work, school, and more often, your friend who's passed out under the comfort of your care.

You glance over at her sleeping state. Cheeks flushed a warm red, hair slightly disheveled, chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. A glance in which your eyebrows furrowed in sympathy, then returning to the blue light of your screen that illuminated the room. Staring at the city image you've been editing the lighting and contrast to, it reminds you of this one night you spent with Caitlyn.

A few months ago, you were both sat on the roof of her apartment building. Sitting dangerously on the ledge, with your feet dangling above the street, a few stories down, while stars filled the night sky as you looked towards the distant skyscrapers and lights of city traffic.

You two have been by each other's side since you were kids. From digging through sandboxes and running across woodchips on a playground to late night phone calls talking about the future. Sitting on rooves seemed to be your guys' thing ever since you both would sneak onto the roof of her parents' house to talk.

Under the same stars, tonight was no different– yet was at the same time.

An alcoholic beverage that you resented held loosley in her grasp, swinging by her fingertips as she sat with one knee up to her chest. You sat at her side, shivering slightly whenever a cool breeze would pass by.

"You ever feel like... running away?"

You turn your head to look at her, lifting a brow. You felt confusion, curiosity, and overall sadness in the way her voice was so quiet and dull. "Where would you go?" You asked. She stares at the bottle in her hand, swirling the liquid around its glass enclosure. Her voice was so quiet that if a car were to pass by or the wind began to speed up, you wouldn't have caught what she said.

"Somewhere nobody knows who I am. Somewhere, I don't have to be her." Coming from a girl who excelles in grades, popular amongst the student body, talented on the court. Name and status, known by all. The complete opposite compared to the latest words leaving her mouth. It made your heart sink.

Ever since her mothers passing, her company has been placed on top of Caitlyn's once broad, now sunken shoulders. Her father, Tobias, had his own job at a local hospital and had no time to take over a business. He's been the one pushing Cait to follow in his late wife's footsteps. To keep the company under their name and a legacy to uphold. Caitlyn, on the other hand, couldn't have been more stressed. Forced to do something she had no hopes in being included in.

You know she has been struggling with the loss. She buried herself in practice, study, and practically drowned herself with liquor, harmful to the liver. You wanted to be there, but she seemed to build walls around herself.

"You don't have to run," you leaned back to stare at the bright dots in the sky. "You just have to let people in," Caitlyn finally turns to you, a raw and unguarded expression placed on her face.

"You mean, let you in," a small smile curved on the sides of her lips as she leaned her head on her lifted knee. "I've always been in, Caitlyn," you answered. Watching her exhale a long breath while she admires the skyline, placing the bottle on the ledge next to her.

She was usually one to keep her feelings reserved and closed off to the world, but doing so drained its color.

The morning sun beamed through the square windows behind you, brightening your living room. Shining on your back while you're slouched, head on your crossed arms, resting on the coffee table. A groan escapes your lips as you wake. Straightening your back to stretch only to feel an ache from being hunched over all night. You yawn, the late night before coming to beat you back. Rubbing an eye with your hand before picking up your phone that was faced down next to your laptop.

"Gah- dammit," you huffed. It was 8:30 in the morning. You had to be in class by 9 to present your pictures. The ruckess of you throwing on clothes and brushing your teeth while you stepped into your shoes with dangling keys falling from your pocket in a hurry had woken up sleeping beauty, who was stomach down in your cheap couch. Arm fell off the side into the empty bowl you'd left for her.

You spat in the bathroom sink and rinsed your mouth while your cerulean-eyed friend was pinching her forhead from the current hangover she was experiencing. "Ah... fuuuck," she said, wincing from the ache. "I left you some Tylenol, gotta go, bye," you left with a shut to your door, leaving the athlete in the solace of your home. To reminisce the night she barely remembered.

There were two red and blue pills in front of her, next to its bottle with a fresh glass of water, condensation dripping from its sides, and a room temperature glass of water from last night. How thoughtful enough of you to portion the medication for her considering you being late. A sigh left her, sitting upright on the couch, slouching over, propping her elbows on her knees. She picks up the pills and takes the dose.

By the time you've arrived in your class, everyone was already there, seated while your professor lectured. "Glad you're here to join us, Ms. L/n," he said in a manner that sounded a bit too passive-aggressive.

You mumbled to yourself as you sat down, feeling as if all eyes were on you. You rubbed at your tired eyes, pulling out your laptop from your bag. Lifting up the screen to find it dead.

'Well, that's just great,' you thought.

Caitlyn had managed to leave your apartment without hurling up yesterday's lunch. Walking down the stairs with a throbbing migraine. Pushing open the exit door to breezy, slightly cold weather that made her surrender into her hoodie that she'd found laying in your apartment. She looked left and then right along the street. “Shit, did I walk all the way here?” She asked herself. Throwing her head back in frustration as she lets out a groan. She slides her hood on and tucked her hands in her pockets as she prepares to walk a few blocks back to her place. Well-deserved, she guessed.

The day quickly passed. You were busy with school, and finals were coming up. Your manager at work was on your ass so you insisted on picking up shifts of the lazy coworkers you were forced to aid. You were exhausted. Neck and back ached. And the cherry on top, you weren't able to present your pictures because you'd forgotten to charge your computer overnight. The one thing you wanted to have your work displayed in an exhibit in hopes of opportunities was far from your reach.

You left the school and out onto the concrete of the parking lot. The sky was dim and cloudy, and it looked as if rain was awaiting. Trees tilted from the wind, and you shivered while walking heavy-footed to your car that needed repairs. You take your keys from your bag, they jitter while you fumble to find the ones that go to your car. “Hey Y/n.”

A strong, yet kind voice behind you. You turn your gaze. Jayce, a familiar face, a mutual between you and Caitlyn. You had met him shortly after meeting your navy-haired friend. He's a few years older, tall, close to the Kiramman family as if he were Cait's brother, basically at this point. It's been a while since the three of you hung out together. A while since… Mrs. Kiramman.

His golden eyes are gentle as he meets yours. “Oh, hi, Jayce. Coming from somewhere?” He nods, “Yeah basketball practice, actually.” He rides a hand down his hair. Face slightly flushed from the amount of conditioning their coach puts them through. “Cait was feeling alright?” You asked the tall prodigy. His lips pressed flat, eyebrows raised as if he were about to share some disappointing news.

The door to Caitlyn's luxery apartment opens. Your spare key allows you access to the home. You stumbled around, looking for your friend. It smelled like cheap whiskey mixed in with the apartment's normal auroma. You almost walked past, but a quick glance is when you caught sight of her, sprawled on her couch with multiple empty bottles on the table in front of her and a crumpled jersey on the floor that she hasn't bothered to put away. The room was dark, and curtains closed with a slim beam of light shining in between the fabric.

A sigh leaves your mouth. You lean onto the doorframe, arms crossed as your eyes scan over the room with your camera bag hanging by its strap on your shoulder. Her head was leaning back on the couch with her arm over her face to block out any source of blinding lights that gave into her headache. A feeling within your chest pained, as if your heart dropping into your stomach and shattering like glass, then the glass cuts multiple wounds into you. A sickening feeling, although yours was phycological, while she probably felt it physically, thanks to the alcohol she continues to drown herself with.

She probably heard you come in but didn't say a word. Too lost in the current grief, her mind was trapped and clouded in. It was quiet. The wind outside was the only thing keeping the world real.

"You missed practice," you said, fingers digging into your biceps. A wave of empathy in your tone as you spoke, reeling Caitlyn back from wherever her conscious has wandered off to. "Coach will get over it," her words slur, forming into mixed syllables.

You exhale an exhausted sigh. You were disappointed that you had to deal with this right now while your legs ached, and your back was sore. Eyes with heavy circles like a raccoon and your hair messy from a day's worth of school air.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you think of the right words to say. "Fuck- Caitlyn. Quit doing this to yourself. You can lose your scholarship and-" she managed to cut you off. The audacity.

"I'll pay out of pocket. Why do you care?" leaning her head back onto the couch with her eyes closed, trying to dissociate from this current conversation.

You grip onto the strap of your camera bag. "Because you aren't you anymore," you replied, a lump heavy in your throat. "Because you drink yourself numb and pretent nothing else matters," you continue, watching her stare up at the ceiling, taking in your words. "Your dad, your team," you swollowed. "-me," you said, almost a whisper in the quiet room.

"You?" Her gaze met yours, eyes dark they don't seem blue anymore. "This isn't about you, Y/n." You slid your bag off your shoulder and placed it down urgently, but carefully. You stomp over to her till you're towering her seated position.

"It's always about me! I'm the one who picks you up off of bar floors. I'm the one who makes sure you don't wake up next to someone you'll regret. I'm- " The list could go on and on, but you hold yourself back. "I am always here, but you never see it."

Silence. For a moment, you thought you could dig her out of whatever dark place she was trapped in. Till she stood on her feet and turned to you. Face merely inches apart to where you could feel her harsh breath against your skin as she looked down on you.

"I didn't ask you to do that."

All you could do was shatter. Not literally, but it sure did feel like it.

You exhaled a small breath that you unknowingly kept held in your lungs. "You know, you aren't the only one who lost her. I cared for her, too. And Jayce. We never wanted her to get in that car accident-" without realizing, you spread salt on an open wound.

With anger, she bent to grab the tv remote next to her half-empty bottle and threw it across the room. Opposite side from where you stood. It hit the floor with a plasticy-sounding thud, causing the batteries to fall out.

"Leave. Get out!" She yelled, not even bothering to look at you as she waved you off. Tears welled in your eyes. You turn on your heel and make way from where you came from, grabbing your bag mid exit.

The front door of her complex slammed while you left. The sound lingered till it became a distant reverb off the walls. Caitlyn sighed, falling back onto her couch with her head in her hands as she rested on her knees. She looked up to see her reflection in the glass of her bottle. It was almost unrecognizable the longer she stared.

"Shit," she muttered.

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Note: AUGHHHHH IM SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE!! :c forgive me im living a busy full-time life atm, but decided to post this to keep yall entertained from the inconvenience.

Another part is coming to continue this. And then another separate one-shot in the works as well. Stay tuned, lovelys♡

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caitlynsrighteye · 12 days ago

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I'm going to a concert later this month and just played some fortnite festive😩 I need a Rockstar!Caitlyn au to write or at least draw something, maybe

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caitlynsrighteye · 13 days ago

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"Please for tonight" went crazy pls make more like that im drooling

Love you for this♡ thank you☺️

Update: Nah y this getting more likes👍 than my fics LMAO😭

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caitlynsrighteye · 15 days ago

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☆caitlynsrighteye《Masterlist》☆

Caitlyn Kiramman♡

Night of Grief; smut/angst

By your side; angst

Our Secret; modern/smut

Our Secret pt2; modern/smut

Please, for tonight; smut

Pull Over; modern/smut

FuckBuddy hcs; modern/smut

Draft in progress...

Sketches :)

Basketball Cait Au

Modern Cait Au

"Pull over"

X Reader

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caitlynsrighteye · 16 days ago

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Sneak peek‼️ New Fic

Was thinking of writing smut but scratched it cuz i feel as if it were to ruin the mood im going for, idk, or i could extend it and add smut in. I'm thinking of only 1 part but interested in maybe a 2nd so its not too long?

Thoughts/suggestions?

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caitlynsrighteye · 18 days ago

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Not a request per say, but I just wanted to let you know I absolutely adore your writing and art, it’s one of my favorite things :) if you would be comfortable with me asking, how old are you? I’m aware that’s a very personal question I’m just curious if it doesn’t bother you!

Ahh im so happy!! I just turned 20 earlier this month. Thank you sm for enjoying my works @caitsfemme ♡ have a great day, lovely🫶

#my first question ahhh #thank you sm #arcane #fanfic #art #questions #q&a #answers #writing #age reveal #caitlynsrighteye

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caitlynsrighteye · 19 days ago

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Caitlyn Kiramman x reader art for one of my fic drafts

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Currently writing a Cait x childhood best friend reader, stay tuned♡

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caitlynsrighteye · 22 days ago

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FuckBuddy!Caitlyn Kiramman Headcannons

Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Contains: G!p Caitlyn, college au, wlw, SMUT, drinking, friends w/benefits, Vi mentioned, possessive!Cait, player!Cait, multi-round sex, squirting, oral, fingering, overstimulation, semi-puplic sex, trying not to catch feelings for fem!reader, experienced!reader

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FuckBuddy!Caitlyn, who you've heard about around campus. Talk of the town amongst all of the students. Impressive academic scores, wealthy, and charming. All-star athlete with every girl wrapped around her like a pack of dogs in heat. Your friends gossip about her as if waiting in line to get a taste of the pretty navy-haired woman.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn, who's caught your attention from across the room at some random frat party. The house is hot, smells of B/O and liquor as colorful lights blink in the dark area while music blasts on speakers. All spaces are crowded by drunk and high college students who are there for a good time, sex, and to relieve from the stress of midterms.

The tall valedictorian who is seated on a sofa with a girl in a skimpy dress clinging to her side, leg over her lap as she nuzzles into the side of the bluenette's neck. Cerulean eyes glaring at you, like a predator eyeing their next prey. You're leaned against a wall, sipping from your red solo cup while your friends have gone off to play some games that include stripping or hiding away in a closet with some rando.

Miss. Well known, Caitlyn Kiramman, takes a finishing swig of her drink before getting up. Her eye contact with you kept unbroken. The girl on her lap clings to her shirt, but it doesn't stop Caitlyn from what she thinks is fresh meat. The way her height makes her stand out in a crowd, the lights beaming onto her features. Maybe your friends were right.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn, who towers over you. Propped up by her forearm against the wall you're currently leaned on. The scent of alcohol on her breath, yet it seems she doesn't need to be under the influence to get inside a wandering girl's pants. Your knees buckle as she presses closer to you, and the tension blocks out the music and background conversations.

You are not new to something like this. Often, you go out to parties similar to this one, eyeing any fuckable candidates to take to bed for the night. The way she breathes into your ear and her lower half grazing yours ever so slightly. The mutual understanding was there with the way both of your eyes gleamed into each other. She took your hand and bee lined to the nearest bathroom. Bumping into a few drunk people on the way.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn pins your front against the sink, sucking on the skin of your neck as you watch her ministrations in the mirror. With both hands, she cups the fat of your tits, fondling and massaging them hurriedly. Her hips buck into your ass, causing your back to arch into her, anticipating the feeling of her inside your leaking cunt.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn slides into your welcoming pussy, groaning from the warmth she always craves. One of her fingers flick your clit as she thrusts her long cock inside. Your head is pushed against the glass. Your breath fogging up the mirror. The slaps of her skin colliding with yours almost drowns out the muffled music.

"Ah..ah..fuck," you moan out. The feeling of her slightly curved cock rides your walls deliciously. It's been a while since you've had your pussy filled just right. The way she rams harder and grunts lowly, you can tell she's about to cum. Her cock is unprotected and you didn't want her release going to waste. You push her off you, switching your positions and falling to your knees. Taking her length deep into your mouth, bobbing long strokes up and down. "Oh shit!" The athlete in shock. Head thrown back with her hands gripping the edge of the sink. Nobody has ever taken control of her like this before their own orgasm. All the other girls expect to get fucked, leave and usually come running back for more.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn cums down your throat in thick waves. You swollow every drop she has, pulling away with a pop. She's panting, cock dripping in your spit. Looks as if she's satisfied with your work, yet when you kiss her throbbing tip, she picks you up off the floor and to the bath where you lean against the tile wall, one leg lifted on the side of the tub as she fucks back into you.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn, who can't stop thinking of you after that night. Pretty, warm, inviting, like your guts were made for her to rearrange. So captured in the memory of your sopping cunt around her cock that when she fucks other desperate girls in need of some attention she can only wonder what your name is.

While walking to her classes, she can't help but keep an eye out for you. Hoping to be able to at least introduce herself... and eventually join you in the cozy of your dorm.

It's not until you're both attending the same party once more. She finds you outside, drink in hand, and talking to a familiar redhead. Vi. Caitlyn's rival when it comes to picking up chicks. You were all over her strong arms, chatting away a conversation she wished she was having with you.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn, who had eventually got her turn with you again. This time, exchanging numbers. She regularly messaged you, and you were there to invite her over. Sex was pretty much the only thing you'll see each other for. Both of you busy with your own lives, yet stayed in contact for a convenient fuck.

Caitlyn would take you on your dorm bed. Insisting on fucking you from behind as too not catch feelings from the intimacy of eye contact. Although, it seemed as if she was telling herself that. Pulling your hair back while you scream her name causes her momentum to falter. Your moans were so loud. She bet your neighbors hated to see a sock hanging on your dorm doorknob. Knowing that they won't get an ounce of studying done in their own room from the lewd sounds next door.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn had eventually grown comfortable with the way she feels about you. Something about you she hadn't seen in any other girl. When you weren't available, she always had backup bodies, yet had this weird sensation in her stomach as if she were cheating. "What are you thinking, Caitlyn," she told herself. She always has been one to be uncommitted to a relationship as she finds her own goals to be more important.

The blue-eyed girl loved the way you looked when you would fall apart because of her doing. Either her mouth sucking away at your throbbing clit while she presses fingers in your dripping hole, bouncing your hips down roughly, clenching her standing cock tightly, or when you sit on her face with your head bobbing on her girth. Any position you manage to keep up with her. All night, till the sun rose and the both of you would attend to classes unrested.

You couldn't have made it more clear that you were nothing more than friends with benefits. After another session, you sat at your vanity. Fixing your hair and makeup that was messed up during your intimacy. While Caitlyn can be seen in the reflection of your mirror, naked, laying on your bed under the blankets as she watches you.

"Thanks again, but I have another class to attend," you stood, walking over to your closet to find some fresh clothes. She left your bed to reach the spot next to you. "I enjoy having these times with you," she said. You thought of it a compliment, yet she had meaning behind it. "You're saying im good in bed, huh? Well, I'm glad." She sighed, leaning against your dresser while you got dressed, admiring the way your legs flexed while stepping into your pants and the flow of your hair.

She noticed something shine on your chest. White, gooey. Left over cum after she had pulled out to release on your breasts. "Oh wait," Before you could put a shirt on, she grabbed a nearby rag on your desk and wiped it off your chest. "Shit," you chuckled softly to yourself. You put a strand of hair behind your ear and looked up to meet her eyes. A blush on both your faces. The awkwardness led to both of you laughing to break the silence.

Strictly, sex partners get laid and then leave. Anything other than that can lead to caught feelings and ending their sexual relationship. It pained Caitlyn, no matter how hard she tried to push it down, the way the light shines in your eyes, and she can see the color of your iris become brighter to its true pigment, her stomach flipped nervously. You didn't just feel good wrapped around her cock whenever she needed a warm, tight body to get off to, you felt good in her heart.

Though you slept with others, she saw the person you were on the inside, smart, kind. Your friends speak good of you, even if they were almost jealous of the way Caitlyn asked about you.

Silence filled the room again for a moment till you cleared your throat. You had almost forgotten that you both stood in your room half naked and her, fully. It's not something you two did. You shook your head and continued getting ready, "Sorry Caitlyn, but I have to go. You're welcome to use the bathroom if you need," then you left, leaving her to stand in your lightly dimmed room.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn attends another one of these frats that don't hit as much as they did before. Surrounded by people who have nothing better to do than get drunk. She stood in a corner, leaning a shoulder to the wall as she drank from a can with a carbonated beverage. "Well, well, if it isn't sexy Kiramman," a girl, someone she's slept with before. She stood up straight as if getting away from the girl. "Want to take a few shots and find somewhere more... comfortable?"

The girl got closer, her hands roaming up the taller's abdomen. Caitlyn didn't know what to do. She was pressed against the wall with someone burrowing into her front, nipping the side of her neck. She's used to this, but ever since she laid eyes on you, it wasn't the same. You weren't her girlfriend. She can sleep with others just as you. She let the ex-one-night-stand cuddle close to her as she took another sip of her soda.

Sky-blue eyes scanned across the busy room. Crowds of people from her campus, yet she finds you. In a corner on the other side of the dancing crowd, sucking the face of someone you found at the party. She had no idea that you were here as well. Almost choking on her drink when she sees your newfound person grabbing hand fulls of your ass. She pushed the girl off her and shoved her way through all the people standing in her way. Eyes unblinking until shes reached you.

She grabs you by the shoulder while your tongue is deep in the other's mouth. "What the fuck?" You say, looking up to see its the tall navy-haired athlete. Caitlyn, see that you were making out with none other than Vi. The strong redhead that irritates the living hell out of her. "We weren't finished, Cupcake," Vi states, arms crossing with an annoyed, almost confused expression on her butch face. She says nothing only grabs you by the hand and pulls you to her car. "Caitlyn, stop, what are you doing?" She does instantly. You bump into her chest when she turns to look at you. You stare up at her glaring eyes. Her eyebrows are furrowed angryly like she'd just seen someone punch her teammate in the face.

Her bright blue eyes looked deep into yours, and you felt this weird flip in your stomach as if you had really done something that set her off. "I don't want you all over her like that," she says. "Why do you care? We aren't together."

"You're mine," her hands grip your shoulders. You scoff, "I am nobody's-" All of a sudden, she crashes her lips on yours. You've kissed before, yes, but never like this, less heated and unneedy, like trying to prove a point. She pulls away, and your lips click when they separate. One of her hands reaches for your cheek. Holding it with care while you leaned into her touch as if it were instinct.

With your permission, she takes you back to her apartment. The ride was quiet. She glanced over at you while you stared at the scenery outside as you rode past. You were almost hesitant about joining her, yet her sincerity made you fold in a way you haven't felt for anyone else.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn, who is absolutely loaded. Her apartment was huge, and you should've guessed her status with the whip she drove. She tossed her keys onto a nearby table and started undoing the buttons on her shirt. There were no words exchanging between you, only understanding while your bodies did the talking, just like it's always been for the past few months.

The air felt suffocating. Walking towards you not as predatory as she had before, more soft in the eyes. She grabs your wrists to place around her neck, and she pulls you by the waist into her tall figure. She latches her lips on yours tenderly. You moan from the sweet taste of her chapstick, and she holds you closer. Before she leads you to her bedroom, she looks into your eyes as if asking for consent, something almost rare when you would both meet only for sex.

By the hand, you are gently led to her room, a bed with a huge frame that had dark blue draped on the sides. The lights were dim and easy on the eyes. You sat at the end of it while she lit vanilla scented incense. A romantic side to the girl you haven't seen before. You felt your heart race, and your cheeks turned a rosey pink.

Walking towards you, pushing you down slowly with just her fingers till your back met the matress. You propped yourself onto your elbows as you watched her unclip your pants, sliding them off with ease. Your panties coming off with it. She pushed your knees apart and kissed up your inner thigh. You exhale a long breath out, watching her work her way up your leg and to your heating center. Her eyes met yours. Heart skipping a beat. Caitlyn was so slow, patient, and gentle. Once she began lapping her tongue on your soaking cunt you drop your head back. Sat on her knees, eating out your pussy with her tongue flicking your clit and her fingers teasing your entrance.

A gasp escaped your mouth when she thrust a couple of fingers inside you. Long, dainty fingers pressing against your gummy sensitive walls. You fall back and reach for her midnight blue hair, pulling her closer than she already was. Your legs began to shake around her head, squeezing lightly. She kept them apart until your hips bucked into her face while she swollows up all of you.

She climbs onto the bed, hovering over your panting form before kissing your lips. Her body presses down on you gently, slightly grinding her hips on yours with your thighs clasping her waist. You sigh when you feel her hard length roll against you, wrapping your arms around her neck while she pecks at your skin.

Your hands roam across her back, rubbing down her waist till your fingers meet with her belt. The sound of the metal clasp becoming undone made her realize your sneaky movements. She lifted herself slightly to watch your hands work at the leather. She pulls down her jeans, now only standing in her opened button-up shirt and boxers with an erection creating a tent along the fabric. You sit yourself up, riding a hand along the underside of her clothed length. Your fingertips hook her waistband and slide the garment off. The tip of her dick almost poking you in the eye once it was let free. Slouching your back as you sit, mouth close to her twitching cock, looking up into her eyes. Then you suck her tip, one hand wrapped around her shaft. She tosses her head back gently. Her hand is placed on top of your head, unmoving. "Mmph, put all of it in, baby."

Her hand guides your head down the curve of her erection till your nose meets under her naval. Rubbing your nose into her skin while her tip is deep in your throat. You gag, then come back for air just to swollow her whole again and again. Hollowed cheeks run across every thick vein, and the moans shes let out cause your thighs to squeeze together. You meant to continue bobbing your head on her till she cums, but she pushes you down by the shoulders. Back meets matress and her cock on full display infront your glistening cunt.

She slipped her shirt off of her shoulders and then removed her bra. The clothes falling to the ground. You reach the hem of your own shirt and bra and toss it somewhere to the side. Her tip rubs into your folds, gliding easily with the slick of your arousal and saliva. Your breath hitches when she dives into your pussy, itching the ache in between your thighs. Your eyes roll back as her girth inches deeper inside your tight hole. Caitlyn leans in, cuddling close to your torso. Face in the crevice of your neck while you wrap your arms around hers.

Her hips begin to thrust slow, deep strokes. Each time you were met with the hilt, you whimpered into her ear. "Oh fuck," she moaned into your neck, placing gentle kisses along the area. The mood was sensual and unhurried. Now, taking the time to please one another instead of chasing your own pleasure. Her tip would softly skim across the sensitive spot inside you with every thrust, leaving you needy for more. Your hips buck, meeting her strokes. The blue-haired heiress lifts herself from you, holding herself with her hands on the matress on both sides of your head. Ministrations of her pelvis meeting yours accelerated with each second. Her gaze never leaves yours. She watches your reaction to her movements, how you have your mouth agape, moaning softly for her, with your eyes watering from how good she feels inside.

FuckBuddy!Caitlyn can't seem to take it slow much longer. She needed to hear your moans grow in tune and the clap of her skin meeting yours. Using the strength in her arms, she picks you up to move you further up onto the bed, giving you both more room to move freely. Her hips start to pound you into her sheets, your arousal sticking to her in clear strings. Your cunt gripped her tightly as she thust in and out of you, tip abusing your walls near your cervix. "You're mine... you're fucking mine- shit," her balls clench. Pulling out of you suddenly, she takes her cock in her hand and pumps out her load onto your stomach. Thick warm cum coating your belly.

She then takes one of your legs and turns you on your side, pushing her reddened tip back into you. Cunt tighter with your thighs pressed into each other. Both her hands grab at the skin of your hip and thigh for leverage as she thrusts her cock in you while your pussy clenches around her. Her dick nicely snugged within your warmth that she couldn't seem to get tired of. "Ah- Cait," you moan with, your hands gripping the cold sheets beneath your sweat-slicked body. The way her name rolls of your tongue in a lewd moan pushes her close to the edge. Eyes darting to the back of her skull while she listens to the sweet, wet sounds your body and high-pitched moans, leaving your vocal cords.

You tightened around her, almost causing her to lose rhythm. Thrusts faltering while her hard length is getting the life sqeezed out of it. She feels another bust coming in close, her tip threatening to leak into you. A few more harsh thrusts send a long stream of moans escaping from her. She retracts herself from you again, the sound of her cock leaving your swelling pussy with a slurp. Ejaculating all over your chest. You grab onto her and help her through her orgasm, milking her dry. When she's finally come undone, she wastes no time in making sure you receive the same fate. Spreading you open once more and pushing three lengthy fingers into your wet cunt. So wet it squelchs with every knuckle-deep thrust. Thumb fondling your hard clit. Fingers hitting your spot repeatedly till you're screaming her name.

You squirt all over her hand like a sprinkler. Her mouth latches onto one of your nipples, the taste of her cum lingering on your moist skin. Your back arches off her bed when she doesn't stop. Motions keeping a constant speed till her hand cramps and you're begging her to slow down. You grab onto her wrist, and she acknowledges how overstimulated she's gotten you. How your body spasms underneath her, legs clamped around her hand for her to stop because your sensitive pussy can only take so much. She withdrew her fingers, string of arousal stretching from your cunt and sticks them into her mouth, sucking off the sweet flavor.

Both of your breaths have steadied. Relaxing along with your aching muscles. She leans down to kiss you. Long and passionate before she pulls away. Laying herself on the bed beside you, holding your hand in hers with her thumb rubbing your skin gently. You both lay in silence, listening to the cars outside driving by.

"Can this be something?" She asks. "Between us?" You look at her, eyes so soft you could just lay in them and sleep comfortably. Neither of you had been in a committed relationship for a while, so used to meeting new people and focusing on your own life without having a certain someone that takes time and energy. Yet, a while has been a while, and maybe it was time to change that. It could take some work, getting out of old habits, but for each other, just to give it a shot, you guys were willing. "We can try," the look in her once tense glare widened with something that looked like pure joy. An overwhelming sense of security. So tired of keeping up with new people and different personalities, yet all had one thing they wanted. To be able to settle for once could change something within yourselves for the better.

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Note: i loooooove writing smut, a guilty pleasure fs. 😩 failed at keeping it short again LOL. Also, writers how yall do the tiny fonts, i want so i dont have to scroll sm?

Hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading♡

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caitlynsrighteye · 23 days ago

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FuckBuddy!Caitlyn Kiramman Headcannons

Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

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While walking to her classes, she can't help but keep an eye out for you. Hoping to be able to at least introduce herself... and eventually join you in the cozy of your dorm.

Though you slept with others, she saw the person you were on the inside, smart, kind. Your friends speak good of you, even if they were almost jealous of the way Caitlyn asked about you.

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Note: i loooooove writing smut, a guilty pleasure fs. 😩 failed at keeping it short again LOL. Also, writers how yall do the tiny fonts, i want so i dont have to scroll sm?

Hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading♡

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caitlynsrighteye · 26 days ago

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Our Secret Part 2

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Heir to the high social status name, Kiramman, should only be paired within the same class standard. Yet, she's fallen for (reader), a girl that is, let's say, not upper class.

Contains: Modern Au, nsfw, wlw, fem!reader, g!p basketball player Cait, smut with plot, bestfriend!Vi, established relationship, 4th year high school, slight angst, risky/distracted sex, public sex, road-head, secret relationship

wc: 2.7k

Part 1

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

You smack your hand onto the alarm clock on your nightstand. Your arm falls off the side of your bed while you groan under the blankets. Lifting your head from the pillow to check the time.

5:30 am

Another groan escapes your mouth when you go to reach your phone, bringing it to your face. Blinking rapidly as your pupils shrink to adjust to the brightness of your screen to see no notifications. Some emails, online purchase trackers, and mobile games that are trying to sell you limited time offers.

Although the one you looked forward to was from your girlfriend, Caitlyn. The girl was always awake before you, busy left and right, but she kept up with good morning and night text messages for you to wake up to.

Weird. 'She was probably late to early morning practice,' you thought. It still seemed off, though. You get up, stretching your hands above your head. Yawning, looking through your bedroom window to see that the sun still hasn't yet risen. You stand and go along with your morning routine. Getting dressed, brushing your teeth, doing your hair, makeup, etc.

You leave your house a little earlier than usual. Thought to pick up some coffee on the way. You step outside, and the weather is colder due to it being later in the school year. The sun peaks over some trees, welcoming light for the day. Your keys rattle as you walk to your car on your driveway. Settling inside, you turn the key in the ignition and start the engine, minimal heat pouring through the vents as you let the car warm up. You lean over to grab the handle of your door and shut it with a SLAM.

One of her teammates rushed into her, causing the blue-haired heiress to fall onto the court. Wincing cause the bigger they are, the harder they fall. "Sorry, Kiramman!" The team was facing off each other, practicing for another impending championship. After the previous tournament, they qualified to compete in nationals.

Caitlyn grunts, trying to get up. "You alright, Cupcake?" She sees the redhead stand above her, bandage wrapped hand reaching out. She goes to take it, yet a sharp pain in her wrist prevents her when they make contact. Vi grabs her elbow instead and pulls her back to her feet. "Let's take a look at that," Vi says, referring to the girl's reddened wrist.

They excuse themselves to the locker room where Vi tosses her an icepack before wrapping her hand with the same bandages she wore. "Ta-da, just like mine," the taller athlete thanked her, slouching as they sat on a wooden bench, not saying another word.

"What's up with you?" Vi asked. She responded with nothing. "What'd you do to her?" Cerulean eyes meet hers. "Why do you expect that I did something?" Her accent coming out tense.

Vi shrugs, "I know, Y/n. She wouldn't do anything stupid," Caitlyn could only sigh, grabbing the towel on her shoulder to wipe sweat from her forhead, "Nothing happened between us, just stressed. Upcoming game is all," she stood from the bench to head back to practice before coach thought they skipped. The bulkier player followed after the team captain.

Your muscular best friend was the only one who knew about your relationship with the popular athlete. She was practically your sister. Her support for the both of you was something you needed and appreciated deeply.

You walked through the halls, two coffees in your hands in search of your tall partner, who's usually never difficult to find. She still hasn't responded to any of your messages, and you were beginning to worry. The first bell was about to ring. Maybe she wasn't attending today. Is so you thought before catching her in your peripheral.

You strode towards her. Approaching closer, you see a shorter figure in converse with your girlfriend. An unwelcome ginger, in fact.

Upon meeting Caitlyn, you were very aware of her previous habits. She's told you about this specific girl whom she got drunk and ended up sleeping with. Caitlyn hasn't touched alcohol after that since she prefers to stay in control of her own body. Yet, she seemed to take it personally when Caitlyn decided to forget about that night.

"Hey Cait... Maddie..." You say, furrowing brows at the freckled-faced girl. She had the athlete almost pressed against the lockers, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. Your girlfriend's gaze seemed to soften at the sight of you.

The girl greeted you with her hands grazing Caitlyn's arm, where you noticed the bandage. You raised an eyebrow in her direction, clearing your throat. "I have to steal, Caitlyn, for a bit," your eyes met the taller girl's, leading her away.

Once far enough from Maddie, who had her arms crossed as she watched you both leave, you turned to Caitlyn. You were in a corner where there weren't many eyes to create gossip. "Why haven't you answered my texts?" She puts her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants. "And what happened to your hand?" You asked, worried. "Practice... im sorry, I've just been busy."

You bite the inside of your cheek, choosing attitude over reason. "Busy talking to other girls I see," Caitlyn takes her uninjured hand from her pocket to reach for your arm, "It's not like that-" you almost feel sorry for the way you're reacting. "It's fine, but past hookups are another thing, Caitlyn," she was speechless. You were right, but you had no idea of how full her plate has been lately. She opened her mouth to speak, but the bell rang. "This is for you. It's a little cold now," you say, handing over one of the drinks you held. Her favorite hot, now lukewarm latte. You say that you'll see her later as you both depart, walking to class before you end up late.

Between each class, she's there to walk with you. The tension faded away, and you thought all was well. Till she continued missing your calls and sending short quick texts back.

"What is going on?" You groan, plopping your face into the sheets as you lay on your stomach of Vi's bed. The redhead sits against her headboard, scrolling through kickboxing vids on her phone. She puts it down, genuinely wondering about her teammate's recent mood.

"She's seemed... distracted lately," you rise to look at her. "Distracted? My Cait?" Her lips stretch in a fine line. "During practice, when we go to the gym," Vi could go on and on. Something clicks in your mind when you look back. All of a sudden, your phone rings. A selfie you took with said person was the wallpaper while her name popped up, giving you instruction to either answer or decline.

"It's her," you quickly stand up from the bed and answer the call, holding it close to your ear. A few moments pass until you end the conversation. You grab your things, ready to leave. "Gotta go Vi, she says she needs me," she waves you off as you hurry to jump in your car.

Caitlyn tells you to park further down the road from her house. Unknowing why, you still listened, and hopefully, questions will soon be answered. You arrive, park, and text her, saying you're walking up to her front door. She's there waiting for you while you approached.

"Cait, care to explain why you've been acting weird?" You climb the front steps of the entrance of her huge house. As soon as you are up close, face to face with the towering girl, she pulls you by your waist and plants her lips onto yours. In shock, you put your hands on her shoulders to push her away. "Caitlyn, what are-" she cuts you off. "I just... need you?"

With your eyes wide, soon forgetting why you've come in the first place when her tongue explores your mouth. Which then ends up with you on all fours at the edge of her bed. Her cock ramming into you from behind while your nails dig into your palms as you grip her sheets. You're in your own world, feeling her penetrating through you as if you can feel it in your throat. Caitlyn bites her lip to hold back moans, trying to minimize the amount of sound radiating from her room.

Her hands and hips pleasure you while her focus is listening to any outside source. The cars outside driving by, the front door of the house, footsteps roaming the halls. Anything to make sure her parents do not catch her with you, especially while shes fucking your brains out. The Kiramman couple had a work dinner to attend, and Caitlyn hoped they would stay longer to chit chat with other weathy individuals.

"Ohh yes, right there Cait- fuck," her length abuses your most sensitive spot within your gummy walls. Her hands are pushing down on your lower back to curve you into an arch that grips her just right. A groan leaves her lips in a short wave before forcing it back with a bite. Her palm slaps the round of your ass before flipping you onto your back aggressively.

You moan to cover up a pained hiss. Now, on your back, you watch her dive her rock solid member back inside. Her flesh punching right into the soaked and stretched walls of your pussy. You scratch at her shoulders as her hips buck rapidly. Small bubbles of your arousal getting popped with each sloppy thrust. She takes both your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. Her face close to yours as she continues to fuck into you missionary.

Eyes focus to hers. Behind the pleasure, you notice her jerkier, less calculated motions. Her eyes are wandering as if her mind is elsewhere. Her hips lose rhythm the longer you go as if anticipating the worst. "Cait-" you try to say behind moans as if her cock wasn't still gliding inside you. No use. When her thumb rolled over your bud, you lost control, tummy churning, cunt clenching her cock that's creaming at the tip. Your legs hold onto her tightly as you begin to shake and feel electricity throughout your spine.

After running through both orgasms she falls onto you, panting. Slipping out before laying down on the bed beside you, staring up at the ceiling. You turn your head to face her, body following shortly after. You lay on your side, admiring her beauty, wondering why she's been so distant. Stress? Falling out? Gods, you hoped not. You reach out to her, hand gently grazing over her toned core. It's like she snaps back from a trance, tired blue eyes meeting yours.

"Baby... talk to me. I know you don't show it much, but there's something going on," Your hand on her stomach goes up to hold the side of her neck, thumb rubbing her jaw in a comforting manner. She exhales. "They know."

A moment passed for you to register on what she means. With questioning eyes bouncing back and forth on which of her blue orbs to focus on, you ask, "What?" She turns her body towars yours. "Mum and dad," your lids widen, thumb coming to a stop on her structured jaw. "What do you mean?"

"The night we spent together after my tournament... they were waiting for me when I came home. They demanded where I was... I made excuses, of course, but uh... it's like they knew already. Like, someone had told them. I don't know,"

She takes your hand on her cheek in hers. Closing her eyes to rest for a moment. To your disappointment, it hurt knowing that Mr and Mrs. Kiramman do not accept you as a valuable suiter for their daughter. Even as much as you love her, they thought you couldn't possibly be a perfect match for their image.

"Caitlyn, please look at me," she did, meeting your soft, understanding gaze. Looking through as if she could see your perfect soul. The girl who understood her most was you, and she can forever be grateful. "You know I'll always be here for you, and if fighting for my place by your side is what it takes, I'll do it," she rolled her body to lean on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. As love-strucked teenagers, you had hoped this moment would last forever.

Since that night, you both had to work around Caitlyn's new filled schedule. Parents keeping her busy with extra practice, tutors, anything to keep their "rebellious" daughter occupied. Sneaking around, becoming more aware of surroundings and overall being extremely risky when it came to you and her getting your personal time together.

A quicky in the school bathroom stall after hours when she finishes practice before she has to rush home for a late night study session. Carrying you by your ass while you're pressed against the white painted stone wall. Your legs wrapped around her waist for support as she helped you bounce on her erection. Muffled moans that slip past your locked lips and your hands pulling her closer by your navy-blue hair.

Her teammates stretch and warm up their shots before a game while the voices of the crowd in the bleachers cheer out their battle cries for the awaiting game. Under the bleachers is where she meets you, a few kisses, and some gropes to your tits for good luck.

Running a quick errand. She'll come to pick you up so you both have some time to spend outside of school. You happily tease your hand on her thigh while she drives, which leads to some road-head. Swollowing with her length in your throat when she's supposed to be focusing on the road.

All little things, but Caitlyn can only keep up with so much. Her 24/7 schedule leads to dark circles on her eyes. Yet, for you, she's determined to prove to her parents that you are not a distraction. Her performance with studies and sports is solely due to her hard work. To prove that you make each other happy, whether they like it or not.

It took a long while till her parents thought about their choices. To your surprise, a dinner invite. The tension was heavy. Two rich elegant people with a legacy to pass down, which was a burden in Caitlyn's eyes, sat across from you and your tall lover.

The silence was so loud you thought everyone around could hear you gulp. Tobias was first to speak, "How long has this been going on?"

"A while," Caitlyn says, a bit harsh as if it should've been obvious. You take her hand in yours and squeeze gently. The warmth calmed her nerves. "Well, Caitlyn, you're father, and I have thought about our previous arrangements," Cassandra looks over to her husband then back at you both. "You seem happy.." her eyes land on yours, "with her."

"I am mother, and I want you to accept that I want to be with her," Caitlyn's other hand joins your interlinked ones. "Which is why we asked you to come here, we're sorry. Y/n, you are more than welcome to be part of our family," The news brought tears to your eyes. To he accepted by the one you love's parents. Another type of dopamine.

Graduation coming within a few weeks and nationals for Caitlyn's game in days to come, you both have time to relax. No more hiding to be together. You both were big news in school. 'School's Most Valuable Basketball player and Academic weapon, Caitlyn Kiramman, settled for her one and only, y/n' The talk of the halls

You and the blue-haired heiress lay in her bed, clothes long gone on the floor of her room. You cuddle close to her chest, listening to the sound of her resting heartbeat. Her fingers trace random circles on your back as she's inhaling your sweet scent.

"We did it, Cait," you say into her collarbone. "I love you so much. Please keep loving me," she smooches your forhead softly. "Always," the late night takes over your eyes. Eyelids collapsing, drifting into the warm touch of your girlfriend, forever by her side.

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Note: im sorry, this was bad forgive me🙏

I live off basketball player Caitlyn content, got me kicking my feet as i read and write this stuff. Need her so flippin bad.

Suggestions are open cuz im bored. Thank you for reading♡

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caitlynsrighteye · 1 month ago

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Our Secret Part 2

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Heir to the high social status name, Kiramman, should only be paired within the same class standard. Yet, she's fallen for (reader), a girl that is, let's say, not upper class.

wc: 2.7k

Part 1

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

You smack your hand onto the alarm clock on your nightstand. Your arm falls off the side of your bed while you groan under the blankets. Lifting your head from the pillow to check the time.

5:30 am

"What's up with you?" Vi asked. She responded with nothing. "What'd you do to her?" Cerulean eyes meet hers. "Why do you expect that I did something?" Her accent coming out tense.

You strode towards her. Approaching closer, you see a shorter figure in converse with your girlfriend. An unwelcome ginger, in fact.

Between each class, she's there to walk with you. The tension faded away, and you thought all was well. Till she continued missing your calls and sending short quick texts back.

The silence was so loud you thought everyone around could hear you gulp. Tobias was first to speak, "How long has this been going on?"

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Note: im sorry, this was bad forgive me🙏

I live off basketball player Caitlyn content, got me kicking my feet as i read and write this stuff. Need her so flippin bad.

Suggestions are open cuz im bored. Thank you for reading♡

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caitlynsrighteye · 1 month ago

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Caitlyn Kiramman sketch for my fic "Pull Over"

Go check it out😻

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Me cuz she's not real:

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caitlynsrighteye · 1 month ago

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Im writing a part 2 of "Our Secret" something ive been working on but your girl needs some help brainstorming. Her parents find out you and Caitlyn's relationship, what could happen?

Angsty? Mr and Mrs. Kiramman keeping Caitlyn busy so she has no time with you? Caitlyn cuts contact with them? Running away? Im so lost yall. HELP REQUESTS/ SUGGESTIONS R OPEN😩😩😩😩😩

#arcane #caitlyn kiramman smut #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn kiramman x you #caitlyn x fem reader #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x y/n #caitlyn x you #fanfic #caitlyn kiramman

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caitlynsrighteye · 1 month ago

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Pull over

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x reader

Contains: Modern au, established relationship(married) and are parents, wlw, SMUT, fem!reader, G!P!cop!Caitlyn, car sex, on-the-job sex, fingering, blow job, riding, breeding kink???,cutesy intro (need her so bad)

wc: 2.6k

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Waking up to an empty bed every morning led to you being cold and tugging the blankets closer. On days your wife worked, she always had an early start. As Sheriff, she had duties and a reputation to hold.

During mornings like these, you are able to be productive. While not having the warmth of Caitlyn to hold you in bed, you can get things done.

The sound of crying in the next room over brings you or Caitlyn to their feet. Making way to your baby daughters room, you find your loyal pup, a doberman, at the foot of her crib. You pick up your daughter, hair deep as the ocean with eyes as bright as a clear sky. Boy, were the Kiramman genes strong, you thought. Although your wife says that she's got your smile.

Today was errand day. It's one of your productive days when you're off from work. Grocery shopping, cleaning the house all while your little girl stays at her grandparents' house. Caitlyn could've easily hired maids, butlers to take on these tasks for you, but you insisted. You enjoyed the independence and privacy of your home with just you and your small family.

Getting yourself and the baby ready for the day, packing her bag full of necessities, and driving over to your in-laws mansion. Dropping your year old off, giving her forehead a kiss before leaving. Cassandra's feelings towards you were not always friendly, more protective, and wanting what's best for Caitlyn. Yet, since you and your wife's daughter came into the world, the older woman's view changed. Tobias has always loved your company and welcomed you with open arms. Now, both of them can't get enough of seeing the young heiress and how much she reminds them of when Caitlyn was younger.

You're on your way to the store, listening to tunes on the radio. The weather was hot, and the sun glared through your windshield, blinding your vision. You put down down the mirror to block the brightness out of your eyes and turn up the air-conditioning. Roads weren't busy, and you were following the law. When a sudden siren behind yells. Looking in your rear view mirror to see bright lights of red and blue.

"Seriously?" You groan, unaware of what you could've done wrong. Pulling over to the side of the road, you come to a stop, and the police suv parks close to your rear. The cruiser is all black with dark tints. While looking through the mirror on your door, you see the individual step from their vehicle. "You've got to be kidding," you say to yourself. Placing you head to the headrest of your seat, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands as you laugh. It was none other than your tall, hot wife, in her deep blue uniform, sunglasses propped on her face as she sways her hips to your car.

You roll your window down, hearing her boots against the cement getting closer. "Mrs. Kiramman, do you know why I pulled you over?" She rests her forearm against your roof, leaning with a mischievous smirk on her glossy lips. You rest your chin in your hand, propped by your elbow on your opened window, you say, "Please, enlighten me, Sheriff," she tilts her head down to look over her glasses, eyeing you up and down. "Speeding... thought my heart was about to burst from my chest," her words brought a toothy grin to your face.

You both giggle, cheeks blushed pink. "Hi gorgeous," she leans in, removing her glasses before placing a peck on your lips. She looks towards your backseat. "Where's the baby?" You reply, "At your parents," she nods in acknowledgment, eyeing your cleavage through the neck hole of your shirt. You flick her hat with your finger, "My eyes are up here, Officer," the bluenette chuckles softly. "I'm about to go on my break. Care to join me?" You agree, her parents wouldn't mind some extra time with your daughter. She takes your hand in hers and kisses the ring that occupies your finger.

As she heads back to her car, you can't resist staring at how good her ass looks in her cargos. Bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for her to leave first so you can follow her lead. You drive with the windows down, allowing the wind to flow through your hair. Following close behind her, she leads you to a forest preserve. Upon entering, you drive over gravel, feeling the bumpy road in your seat. The lot is almost empty. Some cars are parked that probably belong to people strolling the trails. The area is shaded by the surrounding trees. Caitlyn parks her cruiser, and it doesn't take long till you arrive next to her.

Sheriff Caitlyn reaches for her dashcam, turning off the recording and places her hat and sunglasses onto the dashboard. She removes her bullet-proof vest that had all her gear attached to it, tossing it in the back. Underneath is her tight buttoned up uniform shirt. You exit your car and walk up to the passenger side of hers. Opening the door and using the step to help leverage you into the tall suv. Once your door latches closed, you see your wife, seat at a slight decline with the steering wheel adjusted upwards. "Look at you," you say flirtatiously, pausing between each word. She sits up, leaning over to kiss your lips. "Work has been excruciating," the blue-haired woman exhales a quick huff, reaching to hold your cheek and rubbing it gently with her thumb. "Is that so? Well..." You fidget with the buttons of her shirt. "At least you look sexy doin' it, Love."

The hand on your cheek pulls you into her rested form, passionately locking her lips with your soft ones. Slightly pulling away till you're inches from her face, staring deeply into the eyes you fell in love with years ago. Her blue orbs look back and forth from your eyes to your lips. "Mind making me feel better, Darling?" Her voice almost a whisper as if there were open ears listening in.

You slowly press your lips upon hers again, hand leaving her buttons to run down her thigh. Rubbing the cloth with your palm, applying firm pressure every now and then. You grip the muscle underneath before leading up to her crotch. Toying with the zipper of her pants, you feel her cock becoming harder. You moan into her mouth when you feel her hand palming at your breast. She managed to sneak up your shirt while never breaking the kiss. Her other hand behind your head keeps you close.

The bulge in her pants now formed a huge dick print that ran towards one of her thighs. Using your hand to slowly stroke it through her clothes cause her to buck her hips. You move both your hands to her belt buckle, undoing it and then unzipping her pants. Her hips lifted as you slid her pants down enough to where her length could be let out. Her tall cock slapping against her clothed stomach. Without a second to waste your hand begins pumping her cock, tip leaking with precum. "Shit," she gasps, breaking away from your lips. She rests her head back, looking down at your working hand. Fuck. The reactions she gave were mouth watering. Your thighs pressed together when you feel your pussy throb.

You tuck a hair strand behind your ear and change positions in your seat. Now completely faced towards her, kneeling with your ass up. You lean your head down and pop her tip in your mouth, sucking the reddened head. You hear her moans while you work your hand down, mouth following. Your throat stretches when her tip reaches the back. Staying like that for a moment till you gag around her. "Oh fuck," her hand finds your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail and wrapping it around her knuckles. You slide back up, tongue gliding over every prominent vein in its path. Bobbing your head on her swollen tip with your hand matching your motions, reminding Caitlyn, one reason why she married you.

You sink back down and she unintentionally thrusts her hips, cock going deeper in you throat. You bobbed faster, mouth taking her length to the back repeatedly while keeping a firm grasp as you stroked her. She pulls your head off her cock with a pop and has you meet her eyes. "Take off your pants," she says. You sit up, gaze never leaving the view of her leaned back with her hard dick standing tall, glossed in your saliva. You unbutton your pants and slide it off your legs, along with your undergarment. Then, going back to your previous position to continue your progress of pleasuring her aching cock. With each stroke of your throat, you gag and swollow around her, hollowed cheeks squeezing her cock firmly.

Her left hand tugging your hair while her other rubs the line of your back. It travels down your spine to the dimples of your lower back. Grabbing the round of your butt before reaching over with her long arm. Two of her dainty fingers feel the warm slick of your arousal. Tapping lightly to hear the sound of your wetness. You moan, sending vibrations to her throbbing cock when you feel her fingers slip inside your cunt. Her fingers move at a good rhythm, stretching through your walls in search of your g-spot from this angle. You thrust your hips back to meet her fingers.

She throws her head onto the headrest, the sounds of slurping from your mouth and your cunt sucking her fingers makes her hips buck.

Her chest heaves and her breath unsteady. Eyes roll to the roof of the car, moaning hard with her hand on your head, keeping you down on her lap. Long legs straighten till her feet reach the floor behind the pedals. You taste her sweet cum spurt down your throat. Her grip on your head, forcing you to not waste a single drop. Your swollows around her shaft helped her through her orgasm. Her panting slows, cock still deep in our mouth. You cough around her, not being able to breathe, your hand tapping at her thigh to let you go. Her hand releases you, and you slide off her, coughing and gasping as you try to catch your missing breath.

"Fuck," she says under her breath. Her fingers leave your sopping pussy to rest on your back. Your hand cups behind her neck as you lean in to kiss her chin, placing pecks down her jaw. The hand on your back grabs your hip, pulling you over the center console to straddle her thighs. Her eyes meet yours as you're sat up, head almost brushing the cloth of the ceiling. Your hands push her shoulders down, and you bite your smiling lip when you feel her member sneak under your shirt. "You're so hot," she says, fingers tracing patterns on your hips. A small groan leaves her lips when you rock slightly, clit humping on her sack. Her eyes dart down, trying to get a view of your dirty actions while your clothes were in the way. "Move your shirt, Honey," you take your shirt, pulling it up to put in your mouth, teeth biting the fabric. Tugging your bra up your chest to free your tits. Blue-eyes widened, hands climbing to grope at your breasts. Dick displayed out in front of your tummy, Caitlyn visualizes how deep her length can go inside of you.

"Well, look at how this day turned out," your laugh is muffled by the cloth in your mouth. Your pussy already soaked and prepped you lift your hips and take her cock in your hand, guiding it where you needed her. Once the head pokes your entrance you slowly insert it and sink down, feeling the familiar girth stretch you out. You both sigh from the feeling of interlinking. Her pants fall down to her ankles. You start to bounce lightly, your palms against her covered collarbones while her held your hips. Caitlyn watches as your thighs flex with each lift and your arousal dripping down her shaft. Cerulean colored eyes followed your hardened nipples with each bouce of your tits. You tried to move faster, but the amount of space you had subdued you. She lets one hand go from your hip and reaches for the lever on her seat, surprising you when you both decline completely.

Your shirt falls from your mouth as you torso lands onto hers. No longer squating above her, your knees rest on her chair to her sides with a stinging pain of the belt buckle digging in your shin. Her hips begin to buck into you as her hands grip your ass. You grind back to keep up with her movements. The way your forheads leaned onto one another was so intimate and full of love, enjoying the warm gushy feeling of your spouse. Eyes staring deep into each others and hot panting breaths crashing together. You kiss her lips, moaning into her mouth as her cock hits your sensitive areas, abusing the gummy wall of your g-spot. Your arms are wrapped around the back of her seat, your fingernails scratching up the leather. "Aughh shit... you're so fucking beautiful," she says in between kisses. Her words making your stomach twist. "Oh!....fuck babe," your lips leave hers to burry your face in the crook of her neck, nose against the collar of her shirt.

"My wife's so beautiful, ah- gonna give you another baby," her hips take control of the thrusts, boots planted hard on the floor. Her thighs slap against your ass while her balls bounce. Her pelvis reaching your clit when her cock rides deep in your velvet cavern. "Gonna get you fucking pregnant again. Fuck, this pussy is so good," your back arches into her while your cunt clenches around her cock. She curses as you moan, your body shaking through an orgasm. She doesn't slow down, pumping in and out of you while you whimper in her ear. "I'm cumming! Take it, baby," she groans in your shoulder as her hips lift off the seat, legs shaking till she can no longer hold both of your weights up anymore. She settles back into the seat, cock twitching inside as she paints your walls white.

Her dick begins to soften inside you. You sit back up and lift your hips from her declining length. Sitting down onto her lap. You tilt your head to look at her disheveled form. Her navy shoulder-lengthed hair is messy, face damp and cheeks red. A few buttons at the top of her shirt had came undone, revealing her white tanktop underneath. You lean in again to peck her lips softly. You feel the cold metal of her wedding ring on your waist when she gently pets your skin. You place pecks to her cheek and neck, whispering 'i love you's'.

She checks her watch on her wrist. "I still got time, want to get something to eat?" You nod, feeling your tummy grumble. "Yes, please," you get off from her and find your regarded clothes on the floor of your passenger seat. You both pull your pants back on and fix your hair in the mirrors before fastening your seat belts. You fix your makeup while she reapplies her lip gloss. She puts the shift into drive and heads to the nearest restaurant that would delight your cravings.

You and your wife sit down into a booth, reading the menus and chatting away. To others, it may look like a sweet date amongst two lovers, unknowing that their town's sheriff has her semen leaking from your cunt, down into your panties.

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Note: Lol y is the police car lights giving "You really think i needed all the guards at the hexgates?"😭 im arcane brainrotted

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