#caitlyn smut

[interneteclipse]

cait x VB

inspired by this pic of me in the summer !

[cinnasite]

“now she’s running from this d*ck, i told her stay with it”

꩜ pairing: caitlyn kiramman x female reader

꩜ warnings: explicit content, language

꩜ word count: 908

꩜ synopsis: you slip up and call your girlfriend “mommy”. the rest is history.

☆ art cred: @/xjdkg89q on twt :3

You're not sure how many times Caitlyn has made you come already.

Reduced to tears and beyond wrecked, your hands move to push your pussydrunk girlfriend away while your core yells at you to let yourself be royally ruined. After all, you did sort of ask for it.

The sheets are damp, your thighs sticky with your glistening slick, and she’s still not done with you. The strap-on inside you is thick and curved just right, pushing in deep with every merciless thrust as her fingers rub tight, fast circles over your clit.

She’s above you, rutting into you hard—strong and controlled like normal, like she knows exactly how you fall apart and has no intention of letting you hold yourself together.

“Such a mess already,” Caitlyn tuts, utterly calm, as if this is another regular day. “But, you’re not satisfied yet, aren’t you? Gods, just look at you. Fucking gorgeous.”

You choke out a high-pitched whine, nails digging into her biceps, as you try to keep up—your head spinning, your body convulsing.

"C-Caitlyn," you breathe out, barely able to process anything. "Hah—don't stop."

“I won’t, baby,” she pecks your cheek, deceptively affectionate and almost ruthless. “You don’t get to run from this.”

She thrusts deep without warning, hard enough that your back arches off the bed. It’s ridiculously obscene that it rips a pathetic sound out of you—half-moan, half-plea.

"O-oh, fuck! Ngh, feels s’ good, m-mommy—!"

Immediately, time freezes.

Your blood runs cold when the haze in your mind clears and reality comes tumbling down. 

No, no, no, no, this cannot be happening.

Caitlyn’s hips stutter, her body suddenly heavy above yours as she looms there and gapes at you. The room goes silent except for the rapid thud of your heartbeat.

You hadn't planned to say it. You swear.

It, quite frankly, slipped out, tangled in desperation—your brain too fuzzy, your mouth too loose. And now it flickers between you like something sinfully electric.

Your eyes widen, “I—I didn’t—”

Her hand grabs your jaw and tilts your face up, a squeak escaping you at the sudden movement.

Caitlyn's expression is surprisingly unreadable. Her mouth is slightly parted and her eyes blaze dangerously blue. Not angry, no, but… hungry.

“Say it again,” she whispers, her demand crackling with charged want.

You blink up at her, stunned.

“Caitlyn—”

“No,” she interjects, her words sharper than before. “That’s not what you called me, sweetheart. Say it again.”

Your pulse trips. You don’t even mean to obey, you’re embarrassed for heaven’s sake; it happens naturally.

“…Mommy.”

Once you let the title hang in the air, that’s it. Something inside her snaps.

She nearly growls, low in her throat, and then she’s moving, grabbing your wrists and pinning them hard to the mattress above your head with one hand. The other braces against your thigh as she fucks into you again, this time with real intent.

“That's my good girl,” Caitlyn pants, rough now, feral. “So, so needy you couldn’t help yourself.”

Your legs quiver as she pounds into you, the wet slap of her hips hitting yours echoing through the room. The tip drags hard against your sweet spot, her rhythm relentless.

“You wanted mommy to take care of you, didn’t you?” she hisses, dragging her mouth along your throat. “Wanted to be ruined by her cock, stuffed like a little slut.”

“Y-Yes—” you can’t think. You surrender to the pleasure, incoherently babbling, “I need it so bad, mommy. S-shit, please—”

“Oh, you need it?” she mocks, deliciously cruel. “Wasn’t even meant to come out, was it? But you can’t stop calling me that, can you?”

You shake beneath her, too gone, too broken, too everything.

“I bet you’ve been thinking about it,” Caitlyn continues, grinding into you even deeper, her physique commanding every inch of your skin. “Thinking about mommy tying you down and fucking you dumb. Claiming this pussy like it’s hers. Isn’t that right?”

You cry out, thighs trembling under her grip.

“It’s yours, mommy—mmf—a-always been yours—”

“Fuck.”

Her fingers dig into you harshly. She leans down and kisses you hard, biting your lower lip before pulling back. Her face is flushed and focused, hair an absolute mess, brow furrowed like she’s concentrating on every thrust.

“You want to come for mommy, princess?” she asks, and it’s so filthy the words punch straight through you.

“Yes,” you moan shamelessly, teetering on pornographic. “Please—please let me.”

“Then take it,” she groans. “Be a good girl and take it.”

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. You scream, legs jerking, as pleasure rips through you, abrupt and shattering. You don’t even realise you’re sobbing until Caitlyn finally stops moving, letting you breathe.

She stays buried to the hilt inside you, slowly rocking her hips enough to make your oversensitive body twitch and whimper.

Her expression softens to its usual protectiveness.

“There she is,” she coos at your beautifully fucked-out state. “That’s my girl. All spent. All mine.”

You nod, barely conscious, lips swollen and cheeks wet.

She finally lets go of your wrists and cradles your face in both palms, her thumbs brushing away the tears gently.

“You’re going to call me that again,” Caitlyn says in a tone that caresses like fine silk yet cuts like a vicious blade. “Next time, you’ll beg for it and I’ll show you what it really means to be mommy’s girl.”

[korn-dawg]

rough angry sex w dictator!caitlyn dawg…………

choking her while she’s on top, grinding her cunt roughly against yours with a hand grabbing at your hair and you’re both tossing out nasty insults

[angels-hideaway]

𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

summary: a collection of short stories between Knight! Caitlyn Kiramman x fem!princess! Reader for HCW!💙

warnings: smut in the middle of the story. I’ll tell you when it’s coming.

songs: Ethereal by Txmy, Golden Brown by The Straglers, Carnival of the Animals: The Swan

“I swear”

“I swear”

“To protect”

“To protect” 

“And to give my life”

“And to give my life”

“For her highness”

“For her highness.”

“Under any circumstance.”

“Under any circumstance.” 

“With god as my witness.”

“With god as my witness.”

“Amen.”

“Amen.”

The knight was in full armor, pledging their loyalty and life to you. As princess, you knew you’d receive your own Kiramman night one day. They’ve been protecting your family for generations with skill and dignity. This one; however, she’s different. Starting with the fact it’s a she. The female voice surprised you. A lady knight? Almost unheard of. 

You’d see her sometimes, training in the vast field outside your bedroom window, but from such a distance, you never caught this mysterious woman’s face. You’re brought back from your thoughts by the man beckoning you to stand. Like you rehearsed, you stand, receive the sword, and knight her. The crowd erupts in applause, and the knight finally stands. 

She’s tall. That’s the first thing you notice about her. You give her the sword, which she receives with two hands and a bow. 

After the commotion of the ceremony, you’re escorted back to your bedroom by ladies in waiting to get out of your special gown. “Did you know her highness’s knight is a woman?” One whispers to the other. “I did! I heard it was because the Kiramman’s were unable to produce a son.” So that was it. There was no Kiramman son to protect you, so their daughter would. 

You saw no issue with it. Even if she’s half as skilled as her predecessors, you’d be in good hands. Taking the time to rest in your simple silk dress, you pluck a book from your shelves and settle down to read. 

Knock knock knock

The wrapping at your door comes around half an hour later when you answer, it’s your new knight. She’s not fully armed anymore, but her helmet is still on. “Good afternoon, your highness.” She bows. “Good afternoon…” you’re so curious about this woman, and why she won’t remove her helmet. “As your personal guard, I’ve come to start my duties today. May I come inside?” You open the door wider and allow her to come inside.

“You’re a woman?” The question slips from your lips before you could think about asking. The knight turns quickly as if it was an insult. “Well- yes, your highness, but I assure you I can protect you as well as any man.” She sounds bitter.

“That’s not what I meant! I just found it to be peculiar.” 

“My apologies. I am an only child. There is no son to take on the family name, so I was to instead.” She’s got a pretty voice. 

“I have no doubts you’ll make a fine knight. Sometimes, I’d see you training out there.” You motion to your window. 

“Really? Yes, I practice out there a lot.” She adjusts her helmet. 

“Would you maybe…uhm, remove your helmet? I’d like to see your face.” You can hear her armor shift when she does. You’ve caught her off guard. “My face? I’m not sure, your highness… it’d be unchivalrous.” 

“Would it? As your princess I command you.” You weren’t going to let chivalry stop you from finally seeing this woman up close. She sighs, but removes her helmet. Her striking blue eyes avoid your curious ones, and her lips tighten. She’s beautiful. Her dark blue hair is tied into a bun, and her face is perfectly sculpted. 

When she notices you staring, her cheeks turn a soft pink. “Is that to your liking, your highness?” 

“Uhm…yes. There’s no need to wear your helmet all the time.” You try and brush off the feeling in your chest, and the heat in your own cheeks. “What’s your name?” You ask, trying to distract yourself from your new, beautiful personal guard. “Caitlyn Kiramman.” Caitlyn. It suits her perfectly. 

“Can I call you Caitlyn?” 

“Of course, your highness.” She finally looks at you. It’s silent. “You’re beautiful.” Caitlyn looks surprised, but catches herself and puts on a stoic poker face to hide it. “Thank you, your highness.” She looks around your room before her eyes settle back on you. You break the silence.“I’ve been looking forward to my personal Kiramman knight.” You giggled. Caitlyn smiles “Were you? I can only hope I won’t disappoint you, your highness. As a Kiramman, and your knight, it is my honor to serve you.” She bows. Maybe you don’t mind the chivalry so much after all.

“My lady!” One of your maids calls. “Tea is ready in the garden for you.” 

“Shall we go?” You say to Caitlyn. “Of course, your highness.”

Laughter and music filled the ballroom, as lords and ladies waltzed and drank. You were standing in the corner, sipping idly on a drink, denying suitor after suitor a dance with you. Everyone wanted to dance with the princess. After all, the one who conquered your heart would gain the throne. 

That’s what they all thought, but your heart had already been conquered. Conquered by your lady-knight who guarded you fiercely. Her dedication made you swoon. The small gap between her two front teeth made your heart flutter. Her watchful eyes monitoring your every move made you weak in the knees. You were so caught up in your fantasy, you didn’t realize that she was making her way over to you.

“Your highness.” Caitlyn bows politely. “Caitlyn! You startled me.” You dismiss the thoughts of the woman standing right in front of you. She gently takes your hand and kisses it, keeping eye contact the whole time. Her lips are soft. “You look lovely tonight. No wonder all eyes are on you.” Her eyes carry a certain fondness in them. No one’s ever looked at you like that. No one except for her. 

“Thank you.” You reply. She stands up straight. “Dance with any handsome suitors this evening?” Her voice sounds a little teasing. “No.” You admit.

“Why’s that, your highness? No one to your liking?” 

“Something like that.”

Before you can continue your conversation, a noble from another region comes over to you. “Your highness, may I have this dance?” Feeling bored and unamused, you accept. “Yes. That sounds lovely.” Your voice is devoid of any actual emotion. He leads you to the ballroom floor and you dance. You feel nothing. You had to dance with some men though. You didn’t want to seem impolite.

While you’re lost in your own world as this man whirls you around, you get a glimpse of Caitlyn. She’s staring daggers at the noble you’re dancing with. She looks…

 jealous. 

You’ve never seen your stoic knight scowl like that. When the dance comes to an end, she doesn’t clap.

When you return to stand by her, she clears her throat and goes back to her poker face. “Caitlyn, are you alright?” 

“Quite alright, your highness.” Her voice is sharp. She’s upset. “Did you want to dance?” She looks flustered. “No, princess. Even if I wanted to, this ball is not for me.” 

She didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night.

For months now, you have begged Caitlyn to take you on her horse. In truth, you know how to ride a horse, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted an excuse  to wrap your arms around your knight and hold her close. “Please Caitlyn? I promise you won’t be endangering me!” You begged for what felt like the hundredth time. “Well…fine. If you really want to this much.” 

You could almost jump for joy. Caitlyn sees how ecstatic you are, and a giggle slips from her usually stoic face. “You’re lucky you’re my princess.” She comments before leading you outside.

“Careful.” Caitlyn warns once she gets you mounted on her horse. “Now, wrap your arms around me. Just so you can hold on..” she’s oddly quiet. Like saying that embarrassed her. You oblige, and even go as far as to lean your head on her shoulder. She stiffens, but relaxes and clears her throat. “Ready?” She slowly urges her horse into a steady canter. 

“You can go faster than that.” You say into her ear. “Are you sure, your highness?” She looks over her shoulder at you. “Please?” She sighs, but smiles softly. “I can’t say no to you. Come on, boy” she talks to her horse. Now, she’s going fast. She seems very comfortable on horseback. You’re clinging to her. Not just because of your ulterior motives, but because you feel like if you let go, you’ll fall off. 

“Is this fast enough for you, your highness!?” She yells over the horse’s hooves and the wind in your ears. Caitlyn’s ponytail falls out, and her navy hair blows in your face. She’s laughing like she’s having fun. You’ve never seen her act such a way. She’s always so sure to act in accordance to her chivalry. You laugh with her. Caitlyn’s horse neighs, driving her attention to the oncoming thicket. She stops the horse abruptly, making you lurch into her. Loosing her balance, Caitlyn falls, and you follow.

You laugh with her for what feels like hours on the ground. When you’re both done, Caitlyn stands up and offers you her hand to help you up. You take it, and she pulls you up. “Was that enough for you?” She asks playfully. “I can’t believe I almost got you killed.” She runs her hand through her disheveled hair. “Well, let’s head back. Your father will have my head if we don’t get back soon.” 

“You can take a break for just a few minutes.” Your arms where around Caitlyn’s neck and she had one gloved hand on your hip. Quite an intimate position for anybody, but one especially unacceptable for a princess. “Princess, your safety comes first every time. I don’t need breaks.” You pouted at her. “Nonsense. It doesn’t have to be a long break.” Caitlyn gently pries you off of her. “I’m sorry, your highness. I’ll have to refuse.” Sitting back on your bed, you ask. “Why do you always work so hard? You almost never take any breaks.” 

You see Caitlyn shift around in discomfort. “I have a lot to manage. One princess along with my entire family’s honor. No one expected much of me.” You decide to be quiet. This is clearly her trying to be vulnerable. “Because there was no male heir to the Kiramman name, it was up to me. A girl. I’ve always had to work twice as hard, be twice as strong, fast, smart, just for anyone to take me seriously. Even now.” Caitlyn looks exhausted. 

“I…I didn’t consider that. I’m sorry, Caitlyn.” Now, you feel a little selfish for messing with her. Caitlyn looks remorseful. “No, don’t be sorry. I did everything I did to get here. Guarding royalty has always been the pride of the Kiramman family. Being here with you now means everything I’ve worked for was worth it.” She comes close enough to loom over you, and bends to meet your face. “But maybe I could use a break. Having a princess like you to remind me to relax is a blessing in itself.”

She looks beautiful up close like this. You can’t look away. Caitlyn’s eyes soften, and she cups your cheek with one gloved hand. “I’ll forever be loyal to you. Not a single soul can touch you as long as I’m alive.” The intimate moment lasts a little longer before Caitlyn clears her throat and stands up. “Excuse me, your highness. I’ll go take my post now.”

You were sitting outside with your entourage of maids and ladies in waiting, who were all swooning watching the knights spar. You were too, but the only one staring at the lady-knight was you. You’ve never seen her spar, but she’s good at it. After quickly ending a match, Caitlyn notices you. She approaches and removes her helmet. She’s covered in the slightest sheen of sweat. “Your highness,” she keels and kisses your hand. “Caitlyn! I came to watch you you spar.” She looks surprised. “Did you? Well, thank you. I hope I’ve impressed you?”

“Very much so.” Caitlyn giggles.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay and talk very long. After all, everyone’s waiting to joust with the current champion.” She smiles curtly before putting her helmet back on and leaving. Watching her maneuver with such ease and expertise only encouraged your forbidden fantasies. Every so often, you’ll even catch Caitlyn turning in your direction after a match. Almost like she wants to see what you thought of it.

Of course, you clap, smile as you’ve been trained to, and continue to admire her skill. You’d expect nothing less from a Kiramman night, man or woman. What drew you to her even more was the fact that she worked harder than any other knight in the palace grounds. All to finally get the opportunity to stand by you.

The idea was very romantic, but even more so because it was true. You weren’t stupid though, and doubt that Caitlyn feels the same. After all, from what you’ve learned of her, she sticks to the classic rules of chivalry. Opting to ignore the harsh reality, you brushed those thoughts away and returned to observing her.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Caitlyn whispered to you again. “It’s fine. You’re with me so I’ll be alright.” You whisper-shouted back. Being that she can’t refuse you, she continues walking alongside you. The cloak you were wearing to sneak into town effectively hid your face, and more expensive clothes. Caitlyn was free to have her face exposed. As long as she wasn’t wearing armor, you looked like a pair of peasant women; normal. Caitlyn of course insisted that she bring her sword. When you refused, she settled for a dagger.

“Let’s go over here!” You grab her hand and drag Caitlyn to a stall selling some strange dessert. “Princess! I can’t let you eat that.” Caitlyn stares at the street food in disgust. “Don’t call me that!” You shush her and buy the thing anyways.“It looks like rubbish.” Caitlyn says. “It tastes good.” You defend the humble treat. “Would you like a taste?” You offer her the side where you’ve been eating from. “Uhm…” She hesitantly takes a bite. Her cheeks are pink again. “It’s fine…” Caitlyn seems a little flustered. 

When you finally return, Caitlyn sneaks you back inside without anyone noticing. She helps you climb through the window in your bedroom, and takes the peasants cloak. “There. I really shouldn’t have allowed this. Unfortunately I can never say no to you, my lady.” She smiles at you fondly. “I know.” You reply mischievously. Caitlyn gets close. Her eyes are looking all around. Sometimes away from you. “…Your highness, may I?” Her hand gently grabs your chin, and her thumb is on your bottom lip. If you didn’t feel the same desire for her, she would get in trouble for touching you like this. You nod meekly. 

She wraps her arm around you and pulls you closer. “Excuse me.” And then, her lips are on yours. She kisses you slowly, softly, and with passion. She slowly gets your back against the wall, and prods your lips with her tongue. Understanding what she wants, you let her in. The kiss lasts for what feels like forever. The room is completely silent save for the soft, quiet moans coming from you and Caitlyn.

When she finally pulls away, she hugs you tight. “My lady…” She says into your ear. “I love you, princess. I swear it.” She caresses the back of your head softly, and sighs. “They’d have my head for this.”

WARNING!!! Smut ahead. Continue at your own risk. There is more fluff/ story afterwards so skip if you want to!

You’re riding in a carriage through town, and Caitlyn is on horseback riding next to you. It’s the night of your birthday ball. Despite the excitement, you weren’t too keen on going. The day had been long, filled with afternoon tea with dignitaries, visits from neighboring kingdoms, and suitors galore. This ball would be the same way. 

Once you arrived, Caitlyn dismounts her horse to help you out of the carriage. You take her hand, and step out. She immediately notices your frown. “Is everything alright, your highness? I hate to see you so upset on your birthday” 

“It’s nothing.” You insisted, before making your way inside. You can see she doesn’t quite believe you, but escorts you inside anyways.

Caitlyn’s face falls when she sees him, and when his title is announced. Your betrothed. She looks to you as if to ask for an explanation, but you can only look away. She returns to her poker face, and continues to escort you through the ball.

“Let’s dance again? Maybe this next song?” Your future husband asked, as you pulled away after a dance. “Uhm- yes, I just need some fresh air. I’ll come back.” You rush to the balcony to get away from him. Leaning on the railing, you feel yourself getting ready to cry. This is not what you wanted at all. Before you can, you hear the clink of metal, and turn to see Caitlyn has followed you outside. 

“Are you alright?” When you just look at her pathetically, she comes and wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Is it about your betrothed? He seems like a good man. Maybe even fit to be king.” 

“Yes, it’s about him!” You whine. “I don’t- I don’t want to marry for convenience. I wanted to marry for love.” Caitlyn pauses, before responding.

“Is there someone you love right now?” Her voice is quiet, and almost a little hopeful. “Yes.” You whisper. You don’t even have to say anything more for her to lean down and kiss you right there.

“Isn’t this going to look suspicious?” You ask as Caitlyn leads you down the hallway. “No. I’m simply a knight leading her lady to her quarters, because she feels overwhelmed by the festivities.” She smiles. “Wouldn’t it be chivalrous of me to assist her in calming down?” What were you getting yourself into right now?

“Sit.” She motions towards your vanity, and you take a seat. You watch in the mirror as she unfastens your corset, and every so often she’ll make eye contact through the mirror. “I knew this would happen one day.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “That you’d be betrothed.”

“I could refuse it. Surely, if I spoke to my father and explained-”

“There’s no way. I really don’t know what’s going to happen, but right now I don’t care.” She kisses your now bare shoulder. “Give me a moment.” She stands, and enters your bathroom. 

When she comes out, it looks like she just took off her armor. She’s still wearing a shirt and pants, and her hair is loosened. She sits on your bed, and you go to join her. 

Caitlyn has you both down to your undergarments. “You’re even more beautiful without all that nonsense.” She says in reference to the tight corset and pounds of makeup. “I swore my life to this body.” She says quietly while kissing your neck slowly. Her  hands explore your every crevice. “My lady…I love you. I don’t care about any suitor.” She whispers in your ear, before licking up the shell of it. She makes her way down to your legs, and parts them. “You’re okay with this?” She asks. “I need you to promise me.” You nod. “No, with words, your highness. Tell me what you want.” 

“I want you, Caitlyn. Please.” You plead. So unladylike. A princess should never beg for anything from someone below her. Ever.

Caitlyn kisses between your legs, but stops when she sees how strangely you’re reacting. “Oh- your highness I apologize. You’re a virgin. After all, princesses aren’t meant to indulge in such pleasures.” she sits up, looking down at you fondly. “How forbidden. A princess being wooed by her knight, and loosing her virginity the night she meets her betrothed. I could be killed for this, you know.”

She comes back down, and gently prods your entrance with her finger. “Just tell me if it’s too much, yes? Your highness?”

Your hands are on Caitlyn’s toned back as she prepares to deflower you. “I don’t know how to get you away from that suitor…He may be able to have you, but he won’t have this.” She gently inserts one finger inside you. It’s a strange new feeling, but one you welcome. Caitlyn kisses your neck gently, but occasionally chooses a spot to suckle on. She’s pumping her finger slowly. When you get too noisy, she shushes you. “Shhh…you can’t be loud, princess. Someone will hear you acting so indecently.” She’ll whisper. “Caitlyn!” She gently bites your ear in response. “Ah ah ah. Shh.”

“I’m serious when I say I could be killed for this. I’d loose everything I worked for.” She adds another finger, making you moan louder. “Shhhh… quiet princess. Can you really no longer hold yourself together? Becoming so weak because of your knight? How unladylike.” She scolds, and goes a little faster. 

When you feel yourself starting to climax, it’s almost like Caitlyn noticed first, because she’s moving faster. To muffle your reaction to your own climax, Caitlyn kisses you again, swallowing all your moans with quiet ones of her own. “Beautiful. That was beautiful your highness. You can do it once more, yes?” She coos into your ear. Even when you’ve finished, she doesn’t stop. “Princess, Please, let’s not go back to that stuffy ball with that awful man. I’ll take care of you.” She’s moving again. This time she lifts one of your thighs on each shoulder, and begins to lick and mouth your maiden hood. 

She’s keeping eye contact the whole time with her hazy blue eyes. She looks almost drunk off of you alone. You can no longer tell if you’re soaked with your own fluids or Caitlyn’s saliva. Her mouth feels warm against you, and you’re trembling.

You’re already going to climax again. Caitlyn’s tongue is determined to find all your sensitive spots. “Caitlyn..ahh. Please don’t stop.” Her grip on your thighs tightens and she buries herself deeper into you. 

After another climax, you feel spent. Caitlyn comes back up to lie next to you and pull you closer. “Was that to your liking, your highness? It certainly was to me. You taste just divine.” She murmurs into your hair. You fall asleep in her arms just like that. Luckily for you, Caitlyn locked the door.

“What now?” You smoothed your hair which was tied back in a bun. You got no response. Who could blame her? Anyone would be upset in such a situation. For the past month, you’d been having an affair.  Denying your future  husbands attempts to spend time with you in favor of sneaking off with Caitlyn. You couldn’t exactly avoid him now; sitting at your vanity in the while gown and veil. “Whatever happens, I’ll be there. I don’t care if that man is your husband. My loyalty is to you.” 

“Caitlyn..” you can’t find the words to speak to her. She sees your sadness and offers you help to stand up. She puts a hand on your shoulder, and uses the other to brush some stray hair from your face.“It’s alright. You look beautiful like this.” She has a strange, sad smile on her face. “Nothing will stop me from loving you, my lady. Please don’t forget that.” She embraces you once more, for what feels like forever. When you finally pull away, she kisses your forehead. “Shall we go?”

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caitlyn kiramman luuuvs a good tribbing sesh me finks. MDNI +18

when it comes to her favorite positions it all happens to be her on top of you, be it riding your strap or fucking hers into you. but more than that she loves looking down at you while your clits are brushing against one another harshly due to her fast pace and it burns sooo good.

she’ll slap your face whenever your eyes aren’t locked on her equally fucked out face insinuating each word that comes out of her mouth with a rock of her hips “keep your eyes on me or else i’ll stop” and you can’t help but comply to whatever your commander says. jaw going slack at the knot forming deep in your stomach, her panting getting louder by the millisecond as she uses your boobs as leverage, kneading at them feverishly.

trying to gain a bit of upper hand, holding onto her raised thigh you mirror her moves in tandem. and oh my gosh the way her eyes gleam, mouth nearly drooling shoulder blades sinking and you can feel her reaching her breaking point, thighs shaking violently as she tries to keep her moves precise, cum mixing all over you and her. you can’t help the idea of bringing a finger to her clit, blueish eyes rolling to the back of her head and she breaks apart.

her sweet cum gushing all over your torso, slow, tiny spurts. the sight of her arm reaching behind her body to rub your clit as she tries to wake herself up from the high sends you over the edge. her fingers passing through your folds one more time makes you shudder at the sensitivity she’s putting you through and she chuckles at the sight of you. putting her slick filled fingers into her mouth, teeth and all sucking them clean "mmhhh you taste so good"..

© acidblum.

[peachtvs]

CAITVI SESBIAN LEX GUYS SESBIAN LEX

[r3starttt]

CAITLYN X YOUNGER READER

CW: hc's. requests. mentions of spitting, slapping, fingering, strap-on sex. Caitlyn masturbating at the thought of reader (yum) finger sucking and lots of self indulgent filth tbh.

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There are whispers about the two of you everywhere, a constant murmur. People talk—always do, always will—assuming you’re just another one of her fleeting indulgences, another girl caught in the gravity of her wealth, her power, her privilege. They say she’s using you, and that you, in turn, are using her. Yet, neither of you make any effort to deny them. If anything, you fuel the speculation, feeding it with the quiet, effortless way you let her spoil you.

She buys you everything—things you ask for, things you don’t. She knows your desires before you even voice them. There is no request too trivial, no whim too extravagant. From the simple comfort of a warm meal waiting for you after a long day, to the brush of her fingers working the tension from your shoulders, to the extravagant, glittering pieces of jewelry she insists will suit you perfectly. A handbag you mentioned in passing, the scent of a perfume she once caught on your skin and decided you should always wear. Every detail, every fleeting thought that crosses your mind—she captures it, makes it tangible. You have learned that with her, indulgence is not just a habit but a language of its own.

Caitlyn parades you through the gilded halls of her world without hesitation, pulling you into the orbit of champagne-soaked galas and whispered gossip. She tells you what to wear. "I know you better, love. Trust me—you’ll look stunning in this." And you do, always. With a hand at the small of your back, she leads you through the crowd, a silent declaration of possession in every touch, on your thighs, on your hips, on your neck sometimes. Her gaze never shies away, trailing over you with a kind of hunger that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud. She watches you—the curve of your hips, the slope of your neck, the fat of your tits and your ass.

She loves the attention you draw, revels in the way others look, but it’s not just vanity. It’s the thrill of knowing that no matter how many eyes linger, you are hers and hers alone. And she makes sure you never forget it—whether it's the press of her lips against your throat in the dimly lit corner of a gala, or the way she pulls you into a secluded bathroom to claim you over and over again.

Caitlyn adores taking care of you—if that isn’t already abundantly clear. She carries it like a quiet devotion. She notices the signs of your exhaustion long before you do, catching the subtle shifts in your voice, the tired droop of your shoulders, the distant look in your eyes. And she never lets it take hold. She’s there before the weight becomes too much—making sure you eat properly, that your restless nights don’t stretch into patterns of self-neglect, that your health is carefully preserved. When she’s not near, her absence is softened by the quiet efficiency of the staff she’s instructed to ensure your routine is upheld. Meals prepared just the way you like them, reminders whispered with gentle concern, a structure built from her care, constant even when she's not home.

But when she is with you, her attentiveness takes a different shape, something more intimate, more tangible. After one of those long, glittering nights at yet another gala, when the champagne has flowed too freely and the weight of the evening sits heavy in your limbs, she’s there—her arm intertwined with yours. The warmth of her hand pressing gently against your back, guiding you through the haze of indulgence and into the soft sanctuary of your shared bedroom. She settles you onto the bed with an effortless grace, her fingers ghosting over your skin, tracing delicate paths across your arms, through your hair, whispering soft reassurances that melt against your senses. Her lips find the curve of your temple, the corner of your mouth, the pulse at your throat—each kiss grounding you, pulling you closer into the gentle lull of her presence. She holds you like a precious thing, cradling you until sleep finally claims you.

And you can only thank her in the ways you know how. Dressing in the silks and lace she’s so carefully chosen for you. You wait for her return after too many days apart, anticipation humming beneath your skin as you let her enter first, savoring the moment before you follow. Your hands find her shoulders, trailing soft kisses along the nape of her neck, lingering there before moving to her jawline, each touch a silent welcome.

You guide her to sit, undoing the buttons and ties of her clothes with a slow, deliberate tenderness. And then you let her touch, let her remove each piece of tender fabric from your body until her hands are on your hips, guiding you to sit in between her legs. Rocking your body up and down her skin just to feel the heat of your whines against her neck, your nails digging into her shoulders when she grabs your ass almost too aggressive. And then when your wet exposes all of you, when the sounds get so loud it's almost too obscene, there she lets you take her fingers, kissing your breasts and putting your nipples into her mouth while you ride her hand. If she's not too tired then she'll take her strap, laying you on the bed to admire each reaction your body makes, each tone your lips let pass, each frown your eyebrows create. Or maybe she'll let you handle it as you wish, just holding your head while you suck on the blue length, or holding onto your ass and hips and waist while her mouth almost drools at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each thrust on her strap.

Caitlyn is acutely aware that your age can sometimes create a quiet distance between you, a rift born not of intention but of circumstance. She knows it can be the root of certain insecurities, both yours and hers, though you may never speak them aloud. Yet, she meets these uncertainties with a steady resolve, constantly reminding you in her soft, assured way that she doesn’t care about such things. Caitlyn sees the brilliance in you, the sharp wit and unflinching curiosity that often leaves her in awe. She adores the beauty you carry—both the kind that turns heads and the quiet kind, the one revealed in the soft moments when you think no one is watching.

Because just like you she sometimes finds herself in an expensive room away from you, hands sliding her clothes off her body with no shame but desperation, circling her fingers around her clit, grasping at her breasts like they were yours. Only when she feels her slick dripping she allows herself the sensation of her fingers, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy, hoping they could be yours instead. Or brushing her hair over one of her shoulders while her knuckles turn white at how hard she's gripping the sheets, trying to make the soft of the pillow feel as good as your skin.

Caitlyn loves the maturity in you, the resilience, the determination to carve your place in the world. But she loves the immaturity too, the moments when your youthfulness shines through in bursts of enthusiasm, naiveness or stubbornness. To her, it’s all part of what makes you you. And more than anything, she delights in giving you the freedom to explore the world the way she wishes she could have at your age.

But Caitlyn also knows the experience, and she’s certainly not afraid to remind you of that, even when you don’t want to hear it. There’s a quiet authority in her, a subtle yet unyielding belief that she often knows better than you.

And when you forget you’re in a relationship—one built on love and balance—and not simply some casual arrangement. It’s in these moments that her condescension slips through, not out of malice but from a place of confidence in her own wisdom.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, frowning as you adjust the straps of the dress Caitlyn picked out for you earlier. It's stunning, of course—she has an eye for these things—but something about the way it hugs your body, the way it reveals just enough, makes you hesitate. You tug at the fabric, trying to convince yourself it’s not too much, too daring, but before you can slip into self-doubt, Caitlyn’s voice cuts through.

"Stop that," stepping closer, her reflection appears behind yours in the glass. She's already dressed, flawless as always, effortless confident. Her hands find your waist, grounding not only your thoughts but your body in a way that makes your breath hitch.

"I know you think you have a say in this," her tone like she’s humoring you. Like she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you do.

You roll your eyes at her reflection, but she just smirks, tilting her head slightly as she watches you. That gaze of hers—assessing, knowing—has a way of stripping you down more thoroughly than any dress ever could.

One of her hands slides up your bare shoulder, fingers tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone, "but let me remind you—when it comes to things like this, I always know best."

Her lips brush against your neck, and it’s infuriating how easily she takes control, how effortlessly she disarms you with a mixture of amusement and authority. "So be a good girl and wear the dress."

The way she says it leaves no room for argument—not that you’re inclined to fight her when she’s looking at you like that, when her touch is so deliberate, her words laced with something you can’t quite name but crave nonetheless. You swallow hard, nodding slowly, and Caitlyn hums in approval, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath your ear before stepping back.

"That's what I thought." And just like that, you let her win—because deep down, you love it when she does. Mostly because of the reward that comes with it.

And oh, Caitlyn despises it when you’re disrespectful—whether it’s to her or to the carefully curated world she surrounds herself with. She expects a certain grace from you, a poise that matches her own, and when you falter—when your eyes roll in front of her colleagues, when your lips curl in disdain at the mention of a woman who so clearly yearns to be in your place—she doesn’t let it slide. Caitlyn is patient, indulgent even, but there are limits, and she’s always swift in reminding you of them.

She waits, of course, never one to make a scene. But later, when the champagne flutes have emptied and the polite smiles have faded into the background, she’ll take your hand, leading you through the corridors of some grand, gilded venue until you’re behind the locked door of an opulent bathroom. The kind with marble counters and mirrors that stretch too high. Her fingers, steady and knowing, trace the hem of your dress—the very dress she picked out for you, ensuring it would allow her effortless access when the need arose. And now, it seems, the need has indeed arisen.

She’s meticulous in her control, sliding beneath the delicate layers of fabric with a slowness that feels deliberate, a punishment in itself. Her touch is firm, possessive, her lips brushing just below your ear. "I dress you for a reason, love," she whispers, her tone dripping with authority, "so I can do exactly this when you misbehave."

She loves teaching you lessons like this—loves the way your bravado crumbles under her touch, the way your protests dissolve into soft gasps and whispered apologies. She keeps you there, pinned between the cold marble and the heat of her body, circling the pads of her fingers around your clit, smiling at your neck at how wet you are already, how damp your panties are. She sometimes thinks you're rude on purpose, just to get some fun at the boring of such events. Just to end up laying on your stomach on top of her lap, legs separated while her hand plays with the fat of your ass, spanking with no warn before sliding her fingers inside of your panties and scissor your folds, playing with your clit until you're wet enough and a wining mess. Only there she lets you have her fingers, her right hand busy holding your face in place as she lets you suck on her fingers, her rings still on. And her left one pumping in and out of you at the slowest rhythm. Maybe one day you'll learn to behave like she expects you to. Like you should.

[fayesia]

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ᯓSize difference

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[yameoto]

caitvi fuckgirls x virgin!reader

femmepussy (cait) + butchcock (vi) = deflowering you

tw; sorority!caitlyn & fratbro!vi bc i succumbed to lust, virgin!reader, voyeurism, masturbation, pussyeating, pussyfucking, praise, mild agegap (senior!caitvi x freshman!reader). wc; 2.2k

they’re no strangers to bringing girls home. they’ve refined it to an art. or at least, caitlyn has. vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.

it still works, of course. of course it does. who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—it’s anybody’s wet dream.

tonight, it’s your turn. if the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs, we’re anything to go by—and the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. the frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).

caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your legs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.

"shit. you're just a lil' baby, huh?" vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. her big hands swallow the span of your thighs, and she grins, lazy, at the sight.

"vi. don't be crass," caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. she honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents, upon the bed. "you'll scare the poor girl."

"oh, c'mon, cait." vi grins, "i know the thought of defiling a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."

this is all moving so fucking fast, you almost feel dizzy. can't breathe, because—well—holy fucking shit. as if your ramping discomfort is sensed, a calloused hand rests on your shoulder, and the tension melts away.

"you can't get better than us," vi soothes, in her smug, infinite wisdom. "just relax, sweetheart. we'll take good care of you." her hands are already snaking under, before a little tutting noise halts her movements. vi's head snaps up, like a puppy to a clicker, the beginnings of a despairing frown marring her pretty features. caitlyn’s smirk is gloating.

"take an off-side, darling. i found this one, first."

vi's jaw drops, shooting upwards in incredulity. "what? but—"

caitlyn shoots her girlfriend a sharp warning glare that sends a jolt of lighting straight to your cunt, and vi wilts like a curling petal, sulking all the way to the couch on the opposite-end to the bed. she collapses, legs swinging wide in the most egregiously delectable manspread of all time. the position shows off the most insane boner you've ever had the pleasure of seeing. the tent spears upwards like a fucking skyscraper, towering up at the crotch of vi's jeans as it's if attempting to burst free from its restraints.

then, vi's fly comes loose, and the veined girth of her cock slaps out in all its glory, bouncing against her toned abdomen and smearing a trail of slick behind. thick, hot-pink hairs crawl upwards from its base to just under her belly button. the aftermath of pre-cum glosses over locks, glistening under the dim lights.

oh, god. this is better than porn.

"see that? that's all for you." caitlyn purrs, and the red flushes to the tips of your ears, blood roaring. you don't even realise you've let out a whine, thighs shifting subconsciously, when vi grunts out a low, "fuck," and palms her dick.

caitlyn's tongue wraps around the swollen nub of your clit, and all of a sudden, you know exactly why people say caitlyn's tongue is like silver. she works, languidly, at first. heat licks up your thighs, and out of the blurry corners of your vision, you can see vi's hand wrap around her cock. caitlyn laves up the nooks and crannies of your folds in little flicks, gaze gossamer as the ferocity of her eyes pin you down.

plush lips barely graze your cunt, and humiliatingly, a garbled moan wrenches from your throat, body snapping taut with the force of an elastic band, caitlyn freezes, and you're made intimately aware of just how wet you are, and you've done nothing but squirm a little as they simply take their positions.

"don't be embarrassed, lovely," cailyn laughs, when your thighs quiver like they're about to squeeze shut—keeping you spread open, with the press of a palm, nails grazing up your abdomen. "it's flattering."

what caitlyn finds, in the first fifteen seconds of eating you out, is that you are extremely fucking sensitive. by the nth jerk of the knee, and those delicious, strangled whimpers that stream out of your pretty panting mouth; she has to ask.

"is this your first time?”

"why?" your hands are fisted into the sheets, knuckles bled white. "is it bad? am i bein’ bad?”

oh, caitlyn's always been a sucker for the whimpering type.

“no, darling,” she coos, nosing up the wet headiness of your pussy, pupils edging out the sharp, cerulean blue of her irises because, oh, she can’t let you realise just how wet you’ve just made her. a virgin. she can feel her already-damp panties, become renewed with a gush of slick as she slides her hands up your thighs, groin subtly grinding through her clothes and against the edge of the mattress because—fuck.

"fuck, i'm so hard," vi whines, a little desperate as she makes the widest puppy-eyes from the sofa, cock drooping in her hand as it pumps out an insane amount of pre like it's nobody's business. her knee has been jostling up and down like it's about to jackhammer a hole in the carpet. she's teetering on the precipice of simply exploding all over the two of you, eyes glazed over as her teeth grit in the effort to restrain herself. because if she cums; caitlyn won't let her fuck you, and call it the alcohol, her dick, or pure, dumb horniness; but there is literally nothing she wants more on this earth, right now—than to bury her cock inside of you and fuck you to oblivion.

caitlyn, however, is playing your pretty virgin pussy like a fiddle. you thrash, back, on the sheets, slew of broken moans torn from your lips. she’s drunk on lust. god, the way you tremble under her, bundle of nerves reacting to each and every one of her barest licks with the harshest gasps or clamp of your thighs. you’d have her wrapped in a headlock, by now, if it weren’t for the force in which she’s a splayed you open—right for vi’s prying eyes, as the older girl furiously fists her cock, frustration burning in her gut at being forced to only look, but barred to touch.

"cupcake," vi pleads, as both you and caitlyn's gazes turn on her. yours, baleful and uncomprehending, hips canting uselessly to chase after caitlyn's retreating mouth. she hushes your whimper (but coos all the same).

"i'm dyin', here," vi moans, and with the flushed tint of her cheeks and sweat glistening in the creased furrows of her brow; hand quivering around her dick—she almost looks like she is. caitlyn laughs, and your pussy throbs when hot breath gusts against your clit.

caitlyn sighs, exaggerated. the both of you can see the smug glint to her eyes, at the way she's worked both her babies, up. (and what a slip of the mind, that is? not an hour in the bedroom, and she's already calling you her baby. their baby.) she lifts up from between your legs, with one last kiss planted directly onto the deliciously glossy wetness of your swollen clit (yes, you shake), before coaxing vi forwards.

vi lunges forwards, like a starved lion thrown it's first scrap of meat, and suddenly the silken fingers dragging up your thighs and the soft lips kissing teasingly along your folds—is replaced by a desperate, fervid nuzzling and slobbering, as vi mouths desperately up your legs.

"i gotta—" she mumbles into your cunt, hands spreading you so wide they almost hurt. "i need—baby—please. i gotta be in you. i gotta— y'pussy smells so good. looks so pretty an' wet an'—" her growls are practically gibberish. caitlyn snorts. she, too, is partial to seeing vi a drooling mess.

you don't have much mental space, to do more than nod, heart thudding out of your chest. distantly, you hear a groaned "fuck, yes!" from underneath you, though any further processing that (surprisingly adorable) comment—is wrenched away by the vi is clambering on top to mount you, flat of her dick sliding along your folds. you both gasp, your chest lurching upwards—before caitlyn's manicured hand pushes you right back down.

"relax," she coos, as vi's weight sinks on top of your thighs, "it'll be easier, that way." vi is practically trembling in an attempt not to just ram herself into you. her head brushes against your core, and it feels like water. vi moans, almost buckling in anticipation. "can i please—"

you think maybe caitlyn nods her head, or gives some other indication of affirmation; because you can't see anything but spinning stars in your vision the second vi pushes, into you.

you're forced to turn your head, biting into the sheets to stifle what you're sure would be screams—until caitlyn gently takes your head, and shifts it to bury between her thighs. the heat from caitlyn’s core is distracting and tempting and has you drooling, though completely useless to do anything but pant and moan and mewl, helplessly into it, as vi‘s cock plows into you with a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“careful with her, baby.”

“i’m trying,” vi huffs through gritted teeth, her own eyes burning because her head is whirling with entirely unhelpful thoughts, like, holy shit, is she the first one to use your tight little hole like this? and oh, fuck, am i good? am i hurting her? this is her first time. shit. and then, just oh, fuck.

you unravel, midway around the girth of vi's cock. you spam, upwards, mangled croon resonating up and into caitlyn’s cunt, hips bucking up and unintentionally slamming vi hilt-deep, and like a seismic chain-reaction; both of them cry out at once. vi, at the sensation of being completely sucked into the tight, wonderful clench of your pussy, submerged completely in the all-encompassing heat as your orgasm shatters your body and mind into what feels like a million little peaces. caitlyn, can't not cum, with the taste of you still glazing her tongue and the way you cry out, into the sloppy slick of her folds and reverberating to her core. it's not just that, though. it's the way you babble, squirming uselessly as your eyes roll into your head and your lashes flutter like the prettiest thing, mouth lolling open around caitlyn's creaming cunt. it takes, a moment, for the three of you to recover. vi is slumped into your chest, cock still twitching as her head kisses your burning insides. caitlyn's legs have fallen limp. it's only when they start to move, vi shakily, reluctantly, sliding out from your cunt—and caitlyn's thighs, loosening from your shoulders—that you protest.

"wait," you rasp, eyes all glossy as you peer up at them through teary lashes, and fuck, for a moment they think; jesus christ. you might just be the most precious thing in the world. "i— i wanna try." you declare, pushing up weakly on your elbows.

"you want to try?"

"wanna make you feel good," you slur, into her thighs, and unbidden, caitlyn feels a whole new gush of heat rush through and slick your pink-dusted cheeks in an entirely new type of sheen.

"..i always did like the ones with a little initiative."

and when you burrow yourself into caitlyn’s cunt, trying to mimic the motions she’d done before to get you feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine; her fingers card through your hair, and vi rocks her hips, still into you, catching her breath as she nuzzles into your collar.

“..feel so good, baby. doin’ so well.” she pants, thumb running up the curves of your body, eyes lifting to fix caitlyn with starry eyes and caitlyn can’t help but swallow, her fingers quivering as you swirl your tongue like a good little pupil and she arches her head back, satisfied “ah,” shuddering though her. and they realise, then, that they’re kind of fucking besotted.

“can we keep her?” vi murmurs, and you’re so deep in caitlyn’s pussy that you almost miss it. caitlyn’s lips curl upwards, head in a daze, as her grip tightens in your hair—loathe to let you go.

“god, please.”

[ffiolette]

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INCLUDES— wlw, making out, groping, nipple/breast play, tribbing, grinding, usage of toys (eg. vibrator, strap), clit play, fingering, cunnilingus.

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dom!cait overstimulating her pretty girl with one of her toys

fingering cait and making her shake like this

getting back at cait with another of her fancy toys

eating cait's pussy for the first time

cait playing with your nipples

just "making out" with bsf!cait

cait torturing you with her toys pt2

playing with bsf!cait's pretty pussy after finishing your skincare together

taking cait's strap for the first time

cait teasing you

playing with cait's boobies

fingering cait after she's had a long day at work

cait rubbing your pussies together

sucking on caitlyn's tits

cait taking the lead

showering with cait and accidentally getting distracted

you saw cait in her pretty nightgown and just couldn't help yourself

admiring her ass while she sits on your strap

edging cait like this

pt2 of cait in her pretty red nightgown

you and cait getting a little carried away while choosing your outfits for the day

ffiolette

[orgasms4mizu]

★ — MATING SEASON

bunny!cait × bunny!fem!reader

cw : caitlyn and reader are hybrids (obviously), heat, amab!cait, top!cait, sub!reader, vaginal sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, too short.

YOU COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, your body was tired from the many rounds you had with your partner, your poor pussy was already sore and sensitive from the overstimulation. during mating season it was always the same: hours and hours of non-stop sex.

what you didn't know was that caitlyn was also exhausted, her cock couldn't handle cumming so many times anymore, but god, she felt so good to be inside you, your pussy squeezed her so well that she found herself completely addicted.

she thrust into you hard and fast, the tip of her member hitting your g-spot over and over again. her breathing was raspy and matched your loud, sly moans. she takes one of your legs and places it on her shoulder, the new angle giving her the ability to go deeper inside you, even hitting your cervix.

"fuck-" she moans, rolling her eyes as she felt your tired walls clamp down on her sensitive cock. her fluff tail wiggled ecstatically, swinging rapidly from side to side, as did your own.

she looks down, seeing the look of pleasure on your face, your sweaty body, your hair standing on end and your ears hanging low... you looked so beautiful and she could hardly resist. her hand moves to your other leg and places it on her shoulder as well, resuming a fast rhythm that made you scream in pleasure.

"cait—!" you say between loud moans, grabbing the sheets behind you hard enough to pull them off the bed.

caitlyn closes her eyes, moaning as she feels her orgasm coming to her. "oh shit— I'm gonna get you pregnant, put lots of little babies in you" she says, not assimilating what she has just said due to her brain completely melted by pleasure. "It will be s-so beautiful to see you all plump with my babies—" she says and moans, burying her face in your neck as she speeds up her thrusts.

you both moaned loudly and again that day you reached orgasm, your pussy gushing your fluids and caitlyn spurting her cum inside you. you stay there, panting, trying to recover from the twentieth orgasm you had, your body shaking with exhaustion.

however, your rest was far from happening. when you saw, she was turning you to the side, lifting your leg and already inserting herself into you again.

"caitlyn—" you try to protest, your voice coming out in a tired sigh. she just caresses your face, whispering:

"shh...just one more round, please?" she said and then, she started moving inside you again.

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[jinxvex]

♱ dom, sub, or switch? ft. sevika, vi, jinx, caitlyn, mel, ellie, and abby. ♱

syp. headcanons on whether they would dom, sub, or switch + how they’d do it.

cw: nsfw content!!, degradation, praise, dirty talk, teasing, mocking, dumbification, cursing (obv), daddy/mommy kink, mentions of tying up/gagging, strap-on sex, fingering, cunnilingus, handcuffs, slapping, spanking, pet names (baby, babe, doll, hon, toots, darling, pretty girl, etc.), mentions of soft sex/morning sex, breeding kink, possessive behavior, punishments, hair-pulling, tribbing, mentions of gunplay/knifeplay, just rough and nasty shit!! (+ more...)

disclaimer: this is just my opinion! (and maybe self-indulgent)

sevika: a mean service dom!! (subs very rarely)

♱ she loves to tease/mock/make fun of you during sex! it’s all love though, she knows you enjoy it.

♱ ex. of her teasing/mocking you: "you sound like a fuckin' porn star when you moan like that..." + "fuck, doll. you're suckin' me in that needy pussy. don't need any lube when you're already dripping all over the fuckin' sheets you slut."

♱ dirty talks you as though you’re just a slut that she’s using for her pleasure but her actions are the complete opposite of that! she thoroughly enjoys making you feel good in the way you want to!

♱ brat tamer! sevika will bend that ass over TRUST.

♱ if you like praise, she’s in your ear like, “yeah, baby. you like that shit, huh? makin’ those pretty noises for me.” + “love touchin’ on this wet fuckin’ pussy.”

♱ if you like degradation, she goes crazy. teasing you and belittling you makes her cunt throb, “look at you. you like getting fucked like a whore? fuckin’ pathetic.” + “jus’ wanna get fucked dumb, don’t you? brain gets real empty when you’re full of dick.”

♱ i’ve said this before but she prefers giving over receiving and being the one to make you fall apart. although she won’t deny you giving her pleasure as well, she just doesn’t prefer it.

♱ sevika likes strapping! no, she LOVES strapping. it makes her feel masculine in all the best ways and anything that makes you feel good, she LOVES!

♱ has a thing for titles during sex! or just you saying her name! do with that information what you will...

♱ if she were to sub, she’d lowkey be embarrassed and quiet compared to her talkative nature when she doms (lol).

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vi: a switch with a SLIGHT preference for domming.

(soft service dom + obedient service(y) sub)

♱ vi has some similarities in the way sevika doms but vi is definitely less mean and prefers to praise you and lowkey baby you (unless you want to be degraded!) she just wants you to feel good + will do anything to achieve that.

♱ she likes using the strap but prefers to use her hands and mouth to make you cum. she loves seeing you cream, gush, & squirt up close.

♱ she NEEDS to see how good she makes you feel and will even ask/beg you to tell her, “c’mon baby, tell daddy how good she’s making you feel? need to hear you, sweetheart.” + “lemme hear you, please.”

♱ + yes!! she likes being called daddy (idc!!) but in a submissive context as well as when she doms. she loves it when you’re mocking her while you fuck her like, “aww. am i making daddy feel good?” and she’s like “fuck yeah, babe. gonna make me fuckin' cum.”

♱ vi likes her wrists cuffed and mouth tied when she’s getting fucked into the mattress + she loves the strap being used on her!!

♱ she just wants to be good for you! praise her! tell her she’s doing good!

♱ vi enjoys letting you stuff her face in your cunt and she likes it when you use her for your pleasure + also enjoys when you pin her down so she has no choice but to let you give her the sloppiest, messiest head imaginable, “oh fuck!! s-shit fuuuuck. right t-there”

♱ tribbing/scissoring with her is like pure heaven! nobody’s even subbing or domming in those moments, just pure desire, need. the feeling of your cunt on hers, the filthy wet noises, and your face make her cum so fast.

♱ chronic lover-girl through and through!! she’s always telling you how much she loves you when she’s in it (or when you’re in it), “love you so much, so perfect f’me, baby.” + “love you! feels s-so good”

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jinx: a switch with a preference for subbing.

(bratty sub + playful mean-ish dom)

♱ jinx is the type to be sassy/bratty during sex whether she's domming or subbing! she's definitely always pulling your hips/hands towards her so you can fuck her deeper and she's so mean about it, "ughhh, toots, deeper! moreee!! you're not fucking me hard enough!"

♱ she always has that needy 'fuck me' look on her face--eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossed over as she bites her lower lip and tries to seduce you into doing whatever she wants. it works too.

♱ she gets carried away with the dirty talk. i mean CARRIED AWAY, "d'ya like the way my pussy feels against yours, baby? how wet 'n creamy i am? 'm all riled up for you, hon." + "wanna fuck ya next, make you gush all over 'n mess shit up!"

♱ wants to be put in her place deep down...

♱ jinx also loves soft sex; the feeling of you gently pinning her legs in the air when you both wake up in the morning and making out with her cunt + she's a head pusher LOL! as kinky as she is, it's your softness and willingness to please her that makes her truly feel good.

♱ a feen for sloppy sex. she loves it all and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty if it means she gets to get off and have fun! she'll have your fingers all pruned up and your mouth dripping wet by the time she's done with you.

♱ she likes to be marked up and claimed + will also mark you up so everybody knows you're hers.

♱ gunplay/knifeplay enthusiast.

♱ jinx loves it when you tell her how perfect 'n pretty she is when she's subbing... when she's domming, however... she's real mean!

♱ sits on your face and holds your head where her cunt is, "keep lickin', sweetness, don't stop until i cum! or else i'll have to hurt cha!"

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caitlyn: a switch with no preference.

(soft-ish mommy dom + soft/obedient sub)

♱ caitlyn gives mommy dom because she definitely has specific rules for when you can touch yourself (if you're even allowed to) and she's big on manners and politeness. she wants you to be the best girl you can be and will reward you for doing so.

♱ she likes it when you call her mommy in and out of bed, only in private though.

♱ her definition of a 'reward' is plunging her long, thin fingers into your tight wet cunt as she rests her back against the headboard. your upper back is mirroring hers as it rests against her stomach and your lower back pressed plush up against her clothed pussy, "fuck, darling. you're such a little minx, being so good lately. you knew mommy would do this to you, didn't you?" + "good girl. you deserve this," she whispers into your ear as her fingers reach inside you, as deep as they can go.

♱ the type of dom to pick your clothes, shoes, and make-up out for you before special events; especially at fancy dinners and 'n rich piltover people shit. she wants everyone to see that you're hers; that she's got yet another thing for others to be jealous of.

♱ she hates to have to punish you! but she will! let's say you copped an attitude or got needy at one of those important fancy events... that soft mommy dom role that you know and love would come crashing down so fast. rather than comforting whispers of "good girl" near your ears, you hear "you've been such a bad girl. i've got to punish you now, love, i'm sorry." + "but, hey... it'll be over soon. maybe next time you'll think about being such a misbehaving little whore.”

♱ as punishment, she puts her strap on you and forces you to watch her ass jiggle and thighs shake as she bounces on the faux cock in reverse cowgirl. if you even think about touching her, you're in for it.

♱ queen of spanking your ass and rubbing a soothing hand over it when she's done, profusely apologizing for causing you pain. but she had to do it! or else you'd never learn.

♱ when she subs for you, she's so loud. not talkative, but loud. her moans echo through her private chambers as you pleasure her.

♱ your name is on repeat when she subs!! she's always saying it.

♱ she likes when you pull her ponytail and slap her ass when you hit it from the back, she's verbal then-- always urging you to "mmm, pull harder, yes!! like t-that..." + "s-shit, please make me cum, p-please."

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mel: a controlling/power bottom sub.

♱ mel is the type of sub who has dom energy but channels that into being the most pleasure-seeking power bottom sub ever!! that doesn't mean she doesn't care about your pleasure, but she prefers receiving compared to giving when engaging in sex with you.

♱ she loves to grab at your ass when you're strapping her in missionary to force you to fuck into her deeper, harder, and faster, "more. give me more." + "are you going to fuck me? or slack off the entire time?"

♱ bratty asf!

♱ when you finally do put her in her place, she's speechless. you have her in doggy style, forcing her back into a painful arch as you manhandle her hips up and down on your strap--you unmoving as her warm walls slide smoothly along the thick ridges of the plastic dick. her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mouth forms a perfect O shape, "uh-uh-uhng fuck! mmph!" + "yes! yes! yes! f-fuck!"

♱ when you're eating her out, she's much like jinx, tangling her hands in your hair while grinding her messy cunt along your mouth.

♱ wants to be filled up. (chronic breeding kink)

♱ to add to that, mel ikes to roleplay as if she's forcing you to cum inside her, wrapping her legs around your waist, strong grip trapping you. her voice is dripping with desire, a need to be claimed--taken, "yes, my sweet. cum inside me. don't you fucking pull out."

♱ the times when she does touch you, she's looking deep into your eyes as she does so, needing to see the way she affects you.

♱ tribbing princess! she twerks her ass on your cunt like she's made for it, "yes, honey, i looove that... fucking cunt's so wet f'you, love."

♱ i have an inkling that mel likes being punished... she craves someone who will force her to take responsibility and accountability.

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abby: a MEAN ass hard dom. just plain mean.

♱ abby is EVIL. like the meanest on this list. she FUCKS. HARD.

♱ she doesn't like subbing, i fear! she likes receiving but not subbing.

♱ if you thought sevika was mean, you've got another thing coming if you don't think abby is much worse. the way she taunts and borderline bullies you when she fucks you is criminal (criminally hot).

♱ ex. of "taunts and borderline bullies you": "take it. take this shit. why you runnin', huh? you were beggin' me to fuck this fuckin' cunt just a second ago, right, slut? so you'd better suck it up and just take it." + "yeeeahh, you nasty little whore. takin' daddy's dick sooo well, babe." + "mm, fuck!! you need this dick. you need this fuckin' shit."

♱ daddy is what she wants to be called. plain and simple. if you slip up and accidentally call her abby when she's in it, she's pressing herself deeper inside of you, thrusting in you painfully, "what did you say, bitch? what did you fuckin' say?!" + "not my name, baby. 's daddy to you. daddy's the one who makes this pussy gush."

♱ will fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to keep eye contact with her regardless of whether it's her cock or her fingers drilling your hole.

♱ eye contact is important for her, she's slapping you across the face if you divert your eyes away from her own after she specifically ordered you not to, "the fuck?! told you to look at me, princess. look at me when i'm fucking you, kay?"

♱ slaps you! chokes you! gags you! ties you up!

♱ her tough facade slightly cracks when she gets lost in the way you're rolling your hips in a circle, clit rubbing against hers, "s-shit's gonna make me nut, baby." + "fuuuck! that pussy's perfect, babe."

♱ yes, she says "nut" when talking about cumming unironically. sue me.

♱ the thought of breeding you, getting you pregnant has her FERAL. the first time she heard you mutter a quiet "cum in me, daddy." had her hips stuttering for a second, eyes flashing with feelings of an almost primal instinct. the only thought that was running through her mind at that moment was ‘breed. breed. breed’, "f-fuckin' hell, angel. do you want daddy to cum in you? put a baby inside you?" + "wanna get you fuckin' pregnant. gonna fuck you until my cum is spilling out."

♱ CEO of daddy kink and rough, nasty sex.

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ellie: a switch with an unknown(?) preference.

(playful/chill dom + shy sub)

♱ ellie is a bit more laid back/chill when it comes to domming! she's not super big on punishments and rules and all that jazz (unless you asked her to be) and she enjoys you willingly submitting to her without having to do too much.

♱ an enjoyer of fun, and sometimes silly sex.

♱ she loves to talk to you and embarrass you a little bit! if you're noisy or audibly wet, you're not hearing the end of it from her, "daaamn, babe. you hear that? you hear that, huh? 's me making that pussy wet." + "you're so loud, baby, you like puttin' on a show, yeah?"

♱ (s)trap queen! she enjoys using it and having it used on her!

♱ she won't degrade you as much but she occasionally mixes it in with her usual praise, "fuck, pretty girl. you really are a slut but... just for me though, hmm?" + "you look so beautiful all exposed for me."

♱ ellie can get possessive when she's in it. she's always using "me" and "mine" to verbalize her claim on you.

♱ the best at fingering on this list...

♱ her favorite way to be dominated by you is when you flip her over and fuck her from the back. it's such a pretty sight; her bent over with her back arched fucking back on you while you pin her down, forcing her to just, take it.

♱ ellie likes it when you use her own words against her (from when she was dominant) and throw it in her face, "you hear that, ellie? you hear that little pussy getting wet for me, huh?" + "you're so loud, ellie. gonna wake up our neighbors."

♱ wants her ass slapped raw.

♱ she goes "uugh, uh, uh, ungnh, f-fuuck!!" when you fuck her. she gets very overwhelmed with how good she's feeling and blacks out.

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ignore the insane amount of tags...

[baambied]

꣑ৎ 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑲 𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑺

❝ CAITLYN KIRAMANN ❞⠀

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 You were just a regular enforcer picked to be on miss kiramann's special force team ... so how the hell did you end up in her bed?

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 : mean caitlyn , dirty talk , strap (reader!rec) , vulgar language , using reader as a distraction , caitlyn thinking about vi , finger sucking , top caitlyn , dominant caitlyn.

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"f - fuck! caitlyn i can't -"

"wrong name dear.."

"c - commander! please!"

if someone asked you how'd you ended up in commander kiramanns bed...you genuinely wouldn't have an answer for them.

you were one of the lucky enforcers who had gotten picked to be on caitlyn kiramann's special force team, you didn't know much about the young kiramann girl - and it was hard to since she seemed like a hard shell to crack and get to know..every mission...every failed mission she just seemed to grow more distant, more angry...

especially when she returned from another failed mission without her usual panther by her side...by the irritated yet tired look on her face no one dared to question where the red-headed zaunite girl - who seemed to always be with caitlyn until now was.

and now ever since than ... she grew more demanding as leads began to dry up, more angry....yet you saw through that...to you..you didn't see that angry, demanding, commander...you just saw a hurt girl trying to fill a hole that she didn't know how to fill...with no instructions...no direction in which to go.

so you tried to comfort her.

grow closer to her.

be that shoulder that she had once lost to lean on when things got bad.

and somehow in that process..

you ended up naked, the flesh of your body beaming in sweat..on her dark blue silk satin sheets..

for the third time this week.

"ahh fu - you're s-so deep cait - commander!" your pathetic whiny babbles coming out muffled as your sticky and damp cheek was pushed up against her pillow, both your hands trembling as you were told by the blue haired woman to hold your legs, pulling away flesh so she could see her strap clearly disappearing in your wet cunt.

you could feel your wet juices flowing down your legs, you already came yet she wouldn't stop - she had your hips in a tight hold - her long slender fingers gripping the fat on your waist as her hips slammed continously against you - "you can fuckin' take it" she snarls...her sharp blue eyes staring at where you two were connected.

she couldn't stop staring - wouldn't stop staring..the sight was almost addictive..the long slender silicone appearing and reappearing either every thrust of her hips.

you were exhausted, attempting to swallow the high-pitched whimpers that escaped your swollen lips - but apart of you almost felt embarrassed .. knowing she was using your body for her own use...just knowing she had someone else in her mind other than you..

yet - you stayed..you stayed with your warm sticky cheek pressed harshly against her silk pillow with your ass parched up for her.

but my god - even if caitlyn was picturing someone else - something else...she couldn't deny how beautiful you looked this wasn't her usual self...she knew that....that tough - demanding expression faltering slightly whenever you obeyed her words..whenever those sweet pathetic sounds escaped your lips.

it's true, she was just using you as a distraction..as a toy.. but - she needed this..oh how desperately she needed this...it was almost pathetic.

she felt bad, you were sweet...you were really fucking sweet...

she barely knew you ... all she knew was that you cared for her - she didn't fucking know why but ... it felt nice for awhile having somebody by her side again , it reminded her of someone... a certain someone.

you knew this wasn't going to last , caitlyn wasn't in love with you ... you knew the growing feelings in your heart weren't going to match her's in the slightest - you knew you were probably a stupid rebound, but .. fuck ...

those reality checks are kinda hard to think of when her strap is 6 inches deep in your fucked out cunt.

suddenly caitlyn's arms wrapped around your torso, flipping you roughly on your back, causing a sharp yelp to escape your lips ... her strap entering you once more before you could even process your new position.

her palmed gently pressed against your lower stomach as her hips snapped at a fast pace.

"a - ah! shit! cait - ahhh" you moaned out as your hands searched for something to grip on , your hips buckling frantically as you felt you weren't going to last much longer again.

your teary eyes slowly opened as they caught the sight of the beauty above you , her hair coming undone by her fast pace movements , long stranding of her dark blue hair in her face - her face flushed as her droppy eyes were locked on the sight in between your legs.

her gaze almost in a daze.

"c-cait - commander please.."

caitlyn's eyes snap up at the sound of your whiny voice... eyeing your flustered face - fucked out expression.

her hips faltering for a moment as she leaned down, hand gripping the headboard above you as she leaned closer to you, fixing her position. "you're doing so good.. " she whispered lowly in your ear as her free hand gripped your thigh as she began pounding in you faster.

you let out shallow breaths ... soft moans as your thighs opened wider .. growing so incredibly sensitive you wanted something else ...... slowly you leaned your head up further towards caitlyn's - who's was right above you ... leaning up in an attempt to catch her lips with yours only to be meant with nothing ... your eyes slowly opening as you feel her actions slow down..

caitlyn stared at you with an expression you couldn't quite read - unreadable inked on her face as she just gazed down at you , her grip on the headboard loosening.

you didn't know what you were expecting , even though she fucked you in her own bed ... was inches deep inside you , she never let you kiss her ... as if that was to intimate for the girl... embarrassment filled throughout your body , cheeks warmed as your eyes began to avoid her gaze.. opening your mouth to say something only to be cut off.

"open your mouth .." caitlyn whispered as she leaned closer to you , her droopy eyes staring at your plump lips.

without hesitation, you did what she asked.

you moan at the sudden feeling of her fingers on your tongue, her fingers pressing against it as she leaned closer .. your body shuddering as you felt her fingers slowly thrust in your mouth ... her hips slowly matching the rhythm.

"are you going to be a good girl for me? hm?" she questions you as she analyzed your expressions. . . you rapidly nod your head at her words - lips closing around her long fingers , hips buckling as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

"yeah?" caitlyn roughly pulled her fingers from your mouth as she leaned up straightening her back , her palm of her hand gently hitting your thigh.

"get back on your stomach with your head down - i don't wanna hear a fucking sound until you're cumming around my cock" caitlyn spoke to you in a demanding tone - a tone you've grown very familiar with .... something you've grown to love alot.

"o-okay commander kiramann.."

written by @baambied please do not steal my ideas / work for your own use.

[jinxyjinxer]

˗ˏˋ MEALTIME ˎˊ˗ how they give head

⟢ characters : Ambessa Medarda, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Silco, Vander, Vi, Viktor

⟢ warnings : non-specified genitals, head (reader receiving), possible wlw and mlm

˗ˏˋ STARVED ˎˊ˗

They give head as if it was their last time doing so. They're sloppy, getting you and whatever surface is underneath you two wet. Not only that, but they do not fear of getting too messy, in fact it turns them on even more. They'll eat you so long until they're satisfied, often leaving you overstimulated and sore afterwards.

⟢ Jayce Talis, Silco, Sevika, Vi, Vander, Viktor

˗ˏˋ TEASINGLY ˎˊ˗

They're a tease and probably have some sadistic tendencies. Whenever they find themselves having your privates in their face, they can't help but do everything to make you when and beg for them to finally let you finish. And if that wasn't enough, they take great pride in seeing you cry from frustration, even getting turned on by the hot liquid rolling down your cheeks.

⟢ Ambessa Medarda, Caitlyn Kiramman, Sevika, Silco

˗ˏˋ GENTLE ˎˊ˗

For them, giving you head is solely there to pleasure your needs instead of their own. Which doesn't mean they don't enjoy themselves of course, in fact they find seeing your pleasure contorted face arousing, knowing it's them who gives you all this pleasure and not someone else.

⟢ Ekko, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Vander, Vi, Viktor

[sukunasbow]

caitjinx giving you oral at the same time ; mdni

having two beautiful girls chase after your affection since you first met them is a dream come true, but it gets challenging when they can't stand each other.

however, after you started getting caught in the middle of all their hatred and almost got hurt once, they came up with a way to try and end their rivalry for good. a way that simultaneously let you get off as well.

now, you're on the edge of your bed, one of your legs hiked on jinx's shoulder, the other leg resting on caitlyn's shoulder. your arms are reaching back, desperately gripping onto the bedsheet for support as jinx's tongue flicks along your clit at a rapid pace, meanwhile caitlyn's thrusting her own tongue in and out of your wet hole. loud moans escape your mouth at the combined pleasure, the two girls trying to win you over and see who can pleasure you more. "mm'ah, fuck, faster! please!" you bite down on your lip and let out a low whine.

"so greedy." caitlyn pauses her tongue to berate you, "two tongues not enough, hm? desperate slut." she huffs out. you look down at her with tears of overstimulation brimming your eyes. her baby hairs are sticking to her forehead with sweat, yet she still looks hungry for more of your sweet taste.

"you think talking to her like that will win her over?" jinx chimes in, the two of them now leaving you with a desperate cunt, aching for something to finish you off. caitlyn glares at the pink eyed girl and before she can open her mouth to start arguing, you interrupt her.

"i wanna cum, please." you breathe out, your eyebrows knitting together. "need to cum." your tone is soft and gentle.

"don't worry, toots." jinx roughly bumps caitlyn's shoulder, then moving her face into your pussy and immediately using your juices to steadily glide her tongue inside of you. she devours you like you're her last meal, her tongue fucking in and out of you increasingly fast, hitting your sweet spot each time. your cunt clenches along her tongue, swallowing the muscle inside of you.

"yes, yes, yes!" you toss your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as white hot pleasure overtakes your body. without you even noticing at first, caitlyn is pressing the side of her face right up to the side of jinx's face, maneuvering her tongue inside of you as well. "oh fuck, yes, that's so good!" you gasp as the two girls swirl the tips of their tongues inside your pussy, coaxing out more of your wetness. they're almost making out, putting their spite for each other aside to help you orgasm. "fuck, i'm gonna..gonna cum.." their tongues battling against each other push you to your climax and within seconds your hips are bucking towards their lips. your pussy pulses and gushes out cum, dripping down their chins and your inner thighs.

as your chest slowly falls and rises while you recover from your orgasm, the two girls pull away from in between your legs and look up at you.

"i think you can go another round, then maybe you'll know who really makes you cum faster, hm?" caitlyn's voice echoes throughout the ringing in your eyes.

"i think we're finally on the same page." jinx rolls her eyes at caitlyn. "she can handle one more."

[fleurvi]

First Time Oral | Arcane Women

headcanons for the first time you eat them out

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, sevika, vi

cw: fem!reader, dom!ambessa, reader works at a brothel in grayson's part

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Ambessa Medarda

You've been training together. Both of you are sweaty and out of breath, and adrenaline is pumping through your veins. You didn’t plan for anything to happen, but in the heat of the moment, Ambessa let her instincts take over. She manhandles you into laying down for her, growling into your mouth as you enthusiastically kiss her back.

There's something otherworldly about the grip Ambessa has on you. You listen as she guides you on how to please her. Her rough hands direct your mouth over her chest and down her abs. She offers you praise where you deserve it, eating her out like she's your last meal. The dynamic comes naturally to the two of you. As expected, she makes you work for the praise, but she won't leave you unsatisfied.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Caitlyn Kiramman

Another ‘heat of the moment’ thing. Early in your relationship, Cait is in a particularly bad mood, and her flaring temper riles you both up to the point where the only way to calm down is to work the frustration out of each other. You pin her against a wall, telling her to shut up and pulling her into a rough kiss. She takes over pretty quickly, dragging you to bed and pushing you down.

Cait crawls over you, pussy hovering over your face. When you tell her to sit that pussy on your tongue and ride your face, she obeys. She's eager in her actions as she rocks her hips. She works out the last of her energy on you, finally calming down as your tongue draws out a sorely needed orgasm.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Grayson

Every woman has her vices. You work at the brothel in Zaun, where she's your regular customer. At first, her visits consisted of venting conversation and Grayson pleasuring you in return for lending her your ear.

One night, she comes to you, in need of far more than you usually give. She's stressed beyond words; she's so tightly wound that once you get your pretty face between her muscular thighs, she cums embarrassingly fast. Your tongue, which is usually offering her praises and affirmations, laps at her pussy, draining the frustration from her body with every flick of your tongue.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Mel Medarda

After your third date with Mel, she takes you back to her place. You had so much fun over dinner that you couldn't possibly say no when she invited you in for one more drink. It takes you five minutes of small talk, but Mel eventually gets tired of beating around the bush and pulls you into a kiss. This isn't the first time you've kissed her, but there's something else there, lingering underneath your skin.

Mel pulls you to her room, asking you if you're ok with the development. When she gets a verbal yes from you, she gets to work on undressing you. Compliments fall from her lips as she does so, intent on making your first time together memorable and comfortable. You undress her at the same time, making sure to appreciate every inch of skin she bares to you. She's beyond breathtaking, and you make sure she knows exactly how you feel by taking charge and laying her down beneath you against the sheets.

You kiss down her body, and when you reach her thighs, you sink your teeth in. “You're so fucking hot”, You grunt, kissing over the teeth mark. Finally, you lean in, kitten-licking her clit. You eat Mel out with vigour and enthusiasm, conveying how much you've waited for this to happen.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Sevika

You two don't get much time alone; Sevika is a busy woman. Things between the two of you haven't gone much further than steamy make-outs in alleyways, just out of sight of the other zaunites crowding the streets.

When the night grows quiet, and Sevika has no responsibilities left for the day, she's all over you. She needs the skin-on-skin contact. As much as she hates to admit it, she needs you. She confides in you and asks you for help, and it's so out of character for her that you agree immediately. Just once, she wants to feel as safe and protected as she makes others. She's relatively quiet as you work, only letting the occasional moan slip through, but you know she appreciates your mouth on her by the way her thighs close around your head.

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Vi

She's nervous. She's gone down on you but rejected you when you offered to return the favour. It's not that she doesn’t want you; it's more that she's not used to receiving and doesn't want to pressure you. When you finally clock on and confront her about it, the best way to ease her mind is to show her how much you really want it.

You lick and suck at her clit as you push two fingers inside of her. You're willing to make her cum as many times as she needs to understand how much you like giving.

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