#Caitlyn RADIATES big dick energy

[stebeans]

Arcane F1AU

Sexy time abounds y'all

Warnings: explicit sex, g!p Caitlyn [has a penis]

Can be considered canon-adjacent to my F1AU-verse. These flings still happen in the F1AU...just you know, without the dick if that's your fancy. Just wanted to write g!p Caitlyn landing all the girls (OC's)

Filth. Just utter filth.

Takes place year 4 of Caitlyn's F1 career but first year with Hextech Petronas, end of season after she won the 25' world driver's championship. Exploring Caitlyn's off track relationships and flings.

She's a Lady Killer - Part 1

The Actress

For a person of her celebrity acclaim, under the constant gun and scrutiny of the public eye, Caitlyn Kiramman's personal relationships was skillfully and thoroughly hidden under wraps. Sure there had been the occasional rumors of budding romances with a handful of equally well-known names that the general public ate up but nothing was ever proven concrete.

Standing on the red carpet was like as if Caitlyn had strapped a target right over her chest. It might as well have flashing lights and sirens that announced anyone within a fifty-foot vicinity that she was in a relationship of sorts - complete opposite to her usual smoke and mirrors act reserved towards her casual dalliances.

Dressed to the nines in a custom-made Valentino suit, a navy blue that was almost black with cleverly floral embellishments sewn within the lapels that blended in with the silk material, Caitlyn wore it like it was armor. A deftly tied matching silk bowtie sat snugly around her neck as she posed for the cameras, her hand resting casually around the waist of a blonde-haired bombshell who just so happened to be the woman of the hour at the world premier of the latest blockbuster film.

Rarely did a woman ever exceed Caitlyn in height but the woman standing next to her, so close they might as well been one person, happened to rock four-inch high heels, which brought her a couple inches taller than Caitlyn's own six-foot frame.

"Miss Rivers! How long have you and Miss Kiramman been coupled?"

"Miss Rivers! I'm with the Piltover Times. Can you please state your official relationship with Miss Kiramman on record?"

A grin grew across the blonde's features as reporters shouted out questions regarding her date rather than her blockbuster movie. "Darling, looks like you've stolen my show." She teased with the corner of her lips as she tilted her head and flashed the crowd her, quite literally, award winning smile.

The hand at her hip tightening marginally beneath the skin tight red number that was absolutely sinful, just toeing the line of indecent. "Nonsense. I assure you, all eyes are on you tonight. You look absolutely ravishing. They'd be insane to look anywhere but at you."

"Flatterer." The blonde actress quipped, but felt her stomach flutter at the compliment, allowing Caitlyn to gently guide her further down the carpet, stopping to pose every now and again, ignoring the wild speculations the reporters were pelting them with. All other interests regarding the cast or the movie itself has taken a back seat to the latest development that quite frankly, had taken everyone off guard. Caitlyn Kiramman, for all they knew, did not have relationships. And if she did, she certainly did not flaunt them.

They were nearing the entrance of the building when one last reporter shouted "Miss Kiramman, over here please! Is Lola Conners aware of this development? Sources say you were caught in a lip lock with the supermodel just hours after your race win securing your world championship title in your very first year with Hextech Petronas! I assume congratulations are in order." The reporter smirked behind the multiple flashes, leaving the last statement vague enough to question what exactly he had been congratulating Caitlyn on.

The actress was no stranger to the rumors surrounding the Kiramman heir, star driver of famed Hextech Petronas who had been making waves all season long with win after hard-earned win. She had heard the hushed speculations and gossip within her celebrity circle that the young Kiramman often left a string of broken hearts in her path. She had known of Caitlyn's womanizer reputation, often claiming her career was at the forefront to deal with long term relationships, even when she had asked her agent to reach out to Caitlyn's own people to set up an innocent coffee date months ago, the timing suspiciously close to the last race and cover story "lip lock" with said model.

A strange sensation fell over the actress as she noticed the reddening of Caitlyn's ears from the corner of her eye. Besides the reddened ear that only she had seemed to notice, Caitlyn appeared valiantly composed despite the onslaught of personal questions. Not just a lip lock it seems, the actress thought resentfully, despite knowing that the aforementioned lip lock happened far before they established a relationship.

Very vaguely she realized it was jealousy she was feeling, something she wasn't used to feeling as she had everything at her fingertips. Money, cars, fame and currently it was Caitlyn's arms she was wrapped around for the world to see. Even she knew that was a big step for the world champion driver.

Ignoring the press around her, the actress tilted her head slightly to meet expressive blue eyes. They held a look of questioning but as the actress hesitated, Caitlyn seemed to understand the actress's silent question and pulled her in closer by the hips. Soft lips brushed against her cheek in comfort and the actress heard the frenzied clicking as cameras went off wildly around them. She could only imagine the headlines that would follow tomorrow morning but she didn't care as she embraced the claiming kiss on her cheek.

Later that night

"Jealous, were you darling?" Caitlyn teased which quickly morphed into a long low moan as the actress above her sunk heavily down onto her cock.

Ignoring the jest, the actress continued her rise and fall, chasing her release that she was just on the cusp on. She could feel it. She was right there. Her inner walls quivered, spilling wave after wave of slick down the hardness within her and across Caitlyn's thighs. The wet echoes of their joining was just downright dirty. She whined pitifully as she sunk down once more, her legs weakened but unable to surrender to her release, the girth within her much too thick for her to fully contract against.

They had barely made it past the threshold of the hotel room before the actress was jerking the clothes off of Caitlyn in hasty desperate movements, instantly molding herself along the athletic frame of the world champion driver and caputuring her lips in a passionate lock. Now this was a lip lock worthy of headlines, she had thought absentmindedly

She had already come once, right there against the door with deft fingers working her over. Another as they relocated to the california king sized bed where Caitlyn had ate her out like a woman starved until she spilled into her awaiting mouth. And now she had taken charge, flipping Caitlyn onto her back before mounting her erect cock, wielding a length that suited her tall frame with a thick girth that betrayed the driver's leanness which had surprised her the first time that had fell into bed. How the driver managed to hide all that within her racing suit was a world wonder.

She paused, leaning forward to rest her hands against defined collarbones, twisting and grinding against the rock hard member within her. The actress whimpered distressingly, still unable to finish and Caitlyn, ever the consummate lover, noticed immediately and rose to wrap the actress in her arms. "Here. Allow me." Caitlyn whispered before twisting to reposition the actress carefully beneath her.

Hooking her arms beneath the actress's long lean legs, she settled them upon her sturdy shoulders as she lifted the actress's hips just slightly off the bed, meticulously adjusting the pliable body - as if it were putty in her hands - to a position which she knew would be infinitely pleasant for the blonde.

Already the actress could feel Caitlyn pressing deeper and against the spongy spot within her warm depths. "Relax, let me do the work." Caitlyn instructed before her hips took off, catching the actress off guard.

"Fuuuuuuck!" The actress moaned long and loud from the unrelenting battering against her sensitive g-spot that past lovers and even toys had a hard time finding. Caitlyn didn't seem to have a problem though. She pushed against it like a woman possessed.

Her mind went blank, ears ringing as all senses focused on her pussy and the most pleasurable ravishing it was receiving. Her hands twisted in the sheets beneath her, head tilted back and back arched as she received the fucking of a lifetime. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" She screamed, uncaring if the occupants in the hotel room next door, or fuck, if the whole building, could hear.

Ignoring the burning muscles of her abs, Caitlyn continued her onslaught, hands gripping slim hips tightly as she pulled the woman closer, hilting deeper than ever and eliciting a cry of pleasure that bounced off the walls.

"Yes, yes, YES!" The actress cried out, her body shaking as her pussy tightened and swallowed the long, girthy cock selfishly.

"That's it." Caitlyn panted, leaning over to hover over the actress, hips driving hard and deep, just railing the blonde into the bed. "Let it go darling. Come for me. I want to feel you come around my cock."

The low raspy voice and the pistoning cock was her undoing. "I'M COMING!" the actress screamed, her pussy finally, finally reaching the edge and diving headlong over it.

Letting out a grunt, Caitlyn gritted her teeth and forced herself to hold on, feeling the walls close so tight around her cock she was so sure she was going to release as well. Thrusting gingerly, Caitlyn rocked slowly into the blonde, prolonging the actress's much needed orgasm.

When the twitching of the pussy she was seated fully within finally resided, Caitlyn carefully withdrew, watching as the actress's fluid rush out now that she was no longer plugged by her fat dick. Groaning at the picture perfect pussy, Caitlyn ripped off the condom and jerked herself once, twice, three times before erupting across the blonde's stomach and chest, painting the round firm breasts with her white milky cum.

Despite the tiredness that settled in her bones after that intense fucking, the actress rested a hand on Caitlyn's sharp jawline. "Come here." She requested softly, voice hoarse from all the screaming.

Carefully, Caitlyn removed the legs from her shoulders, laying them on the bed with a gentle pat before shuffling up along the long lean body until her slowly leaking cock was hovering just over the red lip-sticked lips, glossy and perfect still from the red carpet event.

Unable to help herself, Caitlyn rubbed her cock against those perfect lips, dick twitching as she ruined the carefully applied lipstick, watching it smudge against the flared head of her cock to re-apply a layer of pearly white come instead.

The blonde's tongue darted out, capturing as much cum as she could as she licked at the leaking head until a renewed heat simmering low in her belly rushed through her body. On the next lazy thrust, she tilted her head just enough to seize the blunt head inside her mouth.

"Oh fuck, darling!" Caitlyn grunted out, pushing herself past the ruby red lips until she hit the back of the blonde's throat, pulling back halfway out as the actress slightly gagged at her length. "Shit. I'm sorry." Caitlyn apologized, gently caressing the actress's cheek and inadvertently feeling the outline of her bulge on the other side.

Her cock twitched at the feeling and she felt pre-cum or maybe it was still cum from her last release, leak into the hot wet mouth. The actress immediately swallowed and leaned back to look Caitlyn square in the eye.

"Fuck. I don't care if I gag or choke on your big cock. Just use me!"

Blue eyes flashed with heat and desire, long fingers twisting to grasp a handful of blonde locks before she was thrusting deeply once more into the cavern of the actress's mouth. Her full, large balls slapped against the blonde's chin with every plunge. The moaning, the gurgling, the wet balls slapping against skin, the occasional gagging was down right indecent. And now, the rhythmic thumping of the headboard knocking against the wall joined the cacophony of sex noises that filled the room as Caitlyn's free hand clamped down tightly on the headboard.

Neither woman seemed to be currently aware of the ruckus they were causing but the next morning when the front receptionist was red in the face and unable to look them in the eye as they checked-out, only than did they realize just how fucking loud they were. A wave of embarrassment rushed over them as they politely bartered for the young woman's silence. It was easy enough, a couple photos and signed autographs was enough and a promise to be more...considerate to other guests the next time they checked-in. The two couldn't leave the hotel fast enough.

"I'm close." Caitlyn growled out, her hips churning, taking the actress's claim to use her to heart.

Long, crescent, perfectly manicured fingernails dug into her ass, forcing the cock to seat deep within the blonde's mouth and Caitlyn unloaded once more with a roar, her dick twitching wildly as she shot wave after wave of cum down the actress's throat. It was so much that it began to leak out from the corner of the ruby lips, not to denounce the actress's gallant attempt to swallow every drop. Caitlyn withdrew, finishing off the last few spurts upon the blonde's face.

"Fuck." Caitlyn heaved, dropping to lie down next to the actress, who was pulling in air just as much as Caitlyn, if not more. "Jealousy looks good on you."

Previously:

F1 Caitlyn Headcanon:

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/769238244811505664/arcane-f1au-my-headcanon?source=share

Caitlyn's F1 Interview

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/770436973830848512/arcane-f1au?source=share