𓍯𓂃✰Owl ₊.ᐟ𓍼

Caitlyn was... different, that much had become obvious.

Ever since her mother fell victim to the bomb Jinx had set off... her once bright, focussed eyes, were now vacant— completely hollowed out.

She had no time to grieve her loss, not a spare minute to calm the tension in her shoulders.

Especially not now, she was commander after all, beside Ambessa, someone who relied on appearance and duty.

However, despite the almost constant turmoil of stress and responsibility... every now and then, you'd be able to usher her out of her office, ease her down onto a chair and pass her a warm cup of tea.. maybe massage her shoulders, brush her hair; anything to soothe the recently heavy atmosphere.

Like today, it was late, so much so that you were basically half asleep by the time Caitlyn returned to your room.

Well, her room, but you stayed with her so often now you just allowed yourself to roam freely around the room like it was your own.

Her boots made soft clicks against the ground as she removed her jacket, placing it up against the hanger beside the door.

"Comfortable..?" Caitlyn scoffed under her breath, cocking a brow at the sight of you, curled up on "your side" of her bed.

Despite the humour in her words, the pure exhaustion in her tone was unmistakable.

"Mh, very." You hummed in response, working overtime to hold back a yawn, and sitting yourself upright.

Caitlyn disappeared into the bathroom for a minute or so, returning not too long after, dressed in her usual silky, and overpriced nightgown.

The bed dipped a little as she sat on the edge, just stray from where you were, still slouched over, rubbing your eyes.

"How was.. work?" You murmur through your teeth, propping a pillow or two behind your back.

You were well aware that this had become more than just work to Caitlyn, it was all she ever did at this point.. so in truth, it was a stupid question to ask.

Her head tilted, and for a moment you could've sworn the mere action elicited several audible cracks and pops from her shoulders, and more subtly down her spine.

She didn't answer, the best you got in return was a small hum, whilst she busied herself with coaxing the small tie that held up her hair out of it's knot— her deep blue hair letting loose over her shoulders after a moment or two of small struggle.

"Was sort of hoping you wouldn't ask..." Caitlyn sighed, eyes flickering over hastily to meet yours, the grey-ish blue orbs softening at the mere sight of you, even through her inner turmoil she always found time to admire you.

"That bad huh?" You crawled up beside her, placing a hand to her shoulder, rubbing absentminded circles into her pale skin.

Caitlyn pressed into the touch, the lamp sitting on the nightstand illuminating her face in all the right ways.

You barely noticed her smudged mascara, or the way it gave the illusion she hadn't slept in weeks, even if that was true.

Or the way her lower lip was scattered with small marks, presumably where she'd nibbled and bitten herself— a nervous habit.

You didn't have to hesitate before your lips were trailing tenderly over her neck, pressing a particularly soft peck over her pulse point.

You could feel her shift slightly as she looked down at you, though it remained an affectionate gaze, and she was yet to nudge you away.

***

Whether it was because of her genuine affection and need for intimacy with you, or she was just tired; Caitlyn was always so gentle with you.

Every small drag of her hips over yours was comfortable, relaxed and slow. That and the way her hands delicately held your hips, as if you were made of the purest porcelain.

"..Cait," You breathed, lifting your head up from the mattress so you could meet her eyes.

Her skin was warm against your own, one of your legs lifted securely over her hip as she guided each small stroke, flesh against flesh.

Her lips pressed several soft pecks over your face, hands lifting to brush a stray strand of hair past your ear.

For a moment you were tempted to hold your breath, focus on the small sparks and tingles rushing through your body, burning their way through you until it was all you could think about.

And for a moment any recollection of the fast approaching war... vanished.

Then, it stopped.

The friction, the heat, merely moments before you were sure you saw the light.

"Mh...? Oh!" There it was, back again.. except this time, it was one of Caitlyn's slender fingers, pressing against your fluttering walls in all the right places.

Though your eyes were squinted tightly shut now, you could practically hear the smile on Caitlyn's face, it wasn't often she got to see you like this.

"That good?" Caitlyn's voice was laced with disbelief, though who was she to judge? It'd been months since you two got intimate, months dragged on as if they were years... or maybe that was just you.

You grumble a little, feeling a hot heat flush over your cheeks, and the tips of your ears.

"Cait- just..." Your eyes fluttered open to meet hers, looking down at you with a knowing smile, her spare hand resting over your hip, keeping you close as you wiggled under her tentative ministrations. And you barely flinched as she slipped in another finger.

Somehow though, despite your lack of words, or general coherency, she understood; pressing deeper, applying that gentle pressure against your sweet spot, and going just that little bit slower... just enough to drag out your peaking orgasm.

You gasped, back arching softly, pressing your hips down to take her a little more than a knuckle deeper.

a distant buzz rang out in your ears, and your mind grew quiet...

"...Look at you, hm?"

Caitlyn cooed, slipping her digits out and discreetly cleaning them off, before cupping the back of your head, and peppering your face in soft, affectionate pecks.

Warmth enveloped your, eyes drooping slightly as you gazed up at her as she tucked the covers over you.

Jinx wasn't an easy person to coax into something like this— wrists and ankles wrapped together tightly with pink and blue ribbon. Hips squirming in a futile attempt to escape your persistent thrusting. Your hands rested perfectly on her hips, like a puzzle piece. Thumbs rolling comforting circles into one of her hip bones, that slightly jutted out. "That's it... stay still." You dipped your head down, cooing mockingly soft words into the shell of her ear. "Hngh- fuck.. y-you...!~" Jinx's voice rasped, though despite the bite in her words; it wasn't hard to notice how forced her anger was. She couldn't just let you do this, reduce her to mess, writhing hopelessly around in the sheets... mouth agape and back arched upwards. And if you were honest? seeing her like this? It stroked your ego, a lot. "Look at you huh?" You purr, rolling a hand down to gently lift one of Jinx's legs, adding more restraint on the ribbon that held her ankles together. Jinx's eyes peered up at you, the tough facade quickly diminishing at the agonisingly slow, and deep pace you had set. The strap pressed in and out of her, it's colourful gradient a contrast to the fleshy colour of her cunt, that continuously sucked the toy deeper, until her eyes crossed dumbly, the head nudged firmly to that gummy spot inside of her. Jinx mewls, the sound unforgivably lewd. Hands balling into fists, nails digging crescents marks into her palms; using all her strength to hold onto whatever dignity she had left. "Ah- aha..~" Feverish moans fall off her tongue sinking further into the mattress minute by minute... until you had her gazing up at you, cockdrunk, and moments away from orgasm. The only good part about letting you do take the lead, she didn't have to work for it. You noticed, you could tell by the way that pink shimmer in her eyes seemed to sparkle a little brighter for a moment, the way her pupils dilated, and her movements grew more desperate. Hips bucking up against you, grinding the silicon impossibly further into herself. You used a pad of one of your thumbs to gently circle over her clit, eyeing the way she threw her head back, and held her breath, your thrusts quickly feeling easier, and guided, with the added lubrication of her come. Continuing on with the languid strokes, until Jinx twitched and writhed from the overstimulation; and then gently pulling out. As she came back to her senses, her eyes fluttered around to watch you pull the bows of her restraints loose. body glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Jinxs gaze hardened as pure usual as she came out of her high, looking up at you and rolling her eyes at the smug look you gave her.

“The hell you looking at?” she sits up, giving your shoulder a firm push.

- Owl 🫧

Hope I did this justice 😭💗

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It's not that she didn't see or talk to you throughout the day, you lived in the same apartment after all, but it was only really when you'd bring her food, water, or snacks in between add breaks that you could get a word in.

You were happy she found a career she could enjoy, but you wanted some time with her too. ***

Today however, was slightly different.

How? You may ask, well... most was as pure usual— Jinx had her headphones on, her hands working with practiced ease over the controller she held; eyes focussed on her monitor.

Except it wasn't usual, not with the way you straddled her hips, knees pressing uncomfortably into the arms of her gaming chair, muffling your soft breaths into her neck every time the blue-to-pink gradient strap would slightly nudge more inside of you with every annoyed twitch Jinx's hips would make, usually whenever she'd die in game.

It was both heaven and hell at the same time.

You were more than happy that she was finally allowing you to get close to her, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin, and how your body greedily absorbed it.

However, it was also torture being unable to move, the strap was so deep inside of you, and yet there was so little stimulation...

The best you got were occasional shivers that would climb up your spine whenever the toy massaged that gummy spot inside of you as you shifted on her hips. But it wasn't enough, barely anything compared to what she'd given you a week or so prior. You felt deprived.

You pawed almost pathetically at the freckled skin of her arm, pouting up at her and batting your lashes in hope for something more.

Jinx's gaze flickered down to meet yours for a moment, smiling a little to herself and rolling her eyes back to the screen, her face illuminated by the soft light.

How could she just deny you like that? You deserved it after all the weeks she'd delayed this!

You nudged her again, harder this time. which she obviously didn't like, shooting you a glare, giving your thigh a firm slap, before returning it back to the controller, the fast paced clicking sounds returning to haunt your ears— This was a game to her.

You spent at least thirty strained minutes trying to be pliant, grumbling every time she'd squeeze or grope your stomach to calm herself down. Sometimes going as far as dipping her head down to knowingly nibble at the chub of your cheeks... before continuing her gameplay like nothing.

Maybe she'd whisper sweet nothings by the shell of your ear, or peck your forehead to distract you from the ache inside of you.

You had given up a while ago, slacked into her chest, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, thriving off the soft lifts of her hips whenever she felt bad, driving the strap slowly in and out, then sinking back into the chair.

"Hey chat, give me like... five minutes? I'm going to go fetch a snack."

You swore as those words left her lips you just about saw heaven, knowing goddamn well she had one or two full packets of chips beside her out of frame.

She placed her controller down, hands reaching down to settle on her hips, nuzzling your face almost apologetically as she helped you get into a higher position, so she could have a nicer angle. Sliding the colourful length in and out of your pretty pussy with long languid strokes. (while also getting a jaw-dropping view.)

Your eyes crossed, it almost hurt how good it felt, how badly you'd been craving this sensation for what felt like hours.

In fact it, you were so deep inside your head now, that you completely forgot about Jinx, who's eyes were staring harmless daggers into your frame. drinking in the sight of you.

her hands kneaded at your chest, dragged down to your stomach and pawed at the fat of your abdomen, dipping lower to grope at the flesh of your thighs.

You groaned, voice crackling as you focussed your gaze, peeking down to watch her, lip bitten between your teeth as you made eye contact.

"Jinx- hng- fuck..!" You almost cried, embarrassed at how little time it took to make you come.

"Wha- already?" Jinx's voice was thick, mocking. And yet all so amused at the same time.

pulling you back down into her chest and sheathing the strap fully into your warmth to run your high out.

Usually you'd rush to pay her back, to make her reach the same peak you did. But not today, definitely not today... you were already curled up against her, dazed out and lulled into Jinx's touch.

Her hands ran over your hips, not bothering to pull out as she rolled small circles into your sides.

"My pretty trinket."