Cupcake

22/She:Her/Aspiring writer/Femme lesbian ✿ 18+ Blog, a lot of my content is not SFW, please read responsibly ✿ A lot of my posts will be from ao3! I'm newer to tumblr so that may change (: ✿ Posts will vary from random thoughts to fanfics to concepts!

Sorority AU Pairing: Sorority president!Cait X Legacy sorority member!Vi Cw: Fingering, Cunnilingus, Strap-ons, Dirty talk, Pet names, Mild sub/dom dynamics, Bottom Vi, Top Cait, Mention of weed, Mention of alcohol, sweet talk, degradation Minors DNI Wc: 4,817 Breaking the Rules

Summary: Caitlyn is sorority president and Vi is a legacy that keeps making trouble and Cait makes her get on her knees to apologize

A/N: Vi is a sophomore (around 20 years old) and Caitlyn is a senior (around 22 years old)

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Vi was never meant to rush a sorority. God, she was quite literally a dumpster fire waiting to happen, ready to set the entire chapter ablaze. 

Her mother had been a member of her college's Alpha Phi, always telling Vi horror stories about the girls she lived with. While a lot of it wasn’t savory, she wanted to join to feel some type of connection to her, even if she wasn’t willing to follow the rules.

It’d been about a year since she joined as a freshman and she was soaking it up. She was a fan favorite per se, sleeping around campus and being labeled as the human version of lesbian cat-nip. 

As a legacy, she got away with a lot of shit, too much of it actually. Getting too drunk at parties while wearing letters, posting things she shouldn’t have, and overall being a menace (and a pain in the ass) to anyone on the board of her sorority. 

The night started out like most, with Vi getting ready with one of her friends, Gert. She was wiping off her eyeliner for the second time and she was starting to get pissed off, why was it so hard? 

“Ugh, I’m leaving it messy. It’ll be hot anyway.” She fiddled with the pen some more, clearly not committed to the idea. 

Gert looked at Vi through the mirror, raising her eyebrow. “What’s got you so jumpy tonight? You’re not usually this agro about your makeup unless something's bothering you.” 

Vi thought for a moment before answering honestly, “Boards mad at me. They keep telling me to chill out on getting too drunk and sleeping around but I think that’s stupid. Who are they to tell me what to do?”

Gert smirked, “You kinda pay them to tell you what to do.” Gert wasn’t in a sorority, claiming that she didn’t need to pay for friends, but understood the sentiment of Vi wanting to be a part of something her mom was involved in at her age. 

Vi rolled her eyes, “Stop being a smartass, you know what I mean. Like I’ll try to chill, but I’m not making promises to princess Caitlyn and her court.” 

Gert Laughed, “Don’t piss off dictator Kiramman, that girl already has it out for you.” 

Vi sighed, finishing up her eyeliner, “I can handle her.”

Cait and Vi had a complicated history. They’d gotten off to a rough start with Caitlyn believing that Vi wasn’t taking her responsibilities seriously enough, and Vi calling her out when she made targeted moves toward Vi that no one else endured. Cait had an eye on her and Vi had no idea why. 

Vi also didn’t know why she was so infatuated with her. Did she do some of the things she did in order to be in Caitlyn’s view? Absolutely. 

They both got up and finished the rest of their seltzers, ready to seize whatever party they’d end up at that night. Vi looked through her phone, analyzing which invites seemed the most appealing; she might as well get laid if she’s going to spend 20 minutes on eyeliner. 

She landed on a random party 10 minutes from Alpha Phi, walking there even though the air was chilly. No way in hell was she ordering a ride service for a half-mile walk. The pre-game alcohol had warmed the two girls up anyway, so it wasn’t a huge deal. 

Vi got to the party, it being a blackout theme, which worked perfectly in her favor considering that’s all she wore these days. She had a black tank-top on with some jean shorts, which was accompanied by a carabiner that had a million charms on it. 

She looked around for the girl who invited her, Sierra? Sasha? It didn’t really matter. 

The bass of the music rattled beneath her as she shuffled through the crowd, getting annoyed at anyone who bumped into her. Maybe she wasn’t down for a party, her mood was already fucked from the looming repercussions of whatever mess she got into tonight–courtesy of the sorority she was already thinking about dropping. 

When she finally spotted the girl who invited her, she turned around, not wanting the girl to spot her. She was going home, tonight was ruined anyway.  

As she got to the front door, she almost felt bad, looking back to the other girl dancing, it almost looked like a good time. She shook her head, finalizing the decision. Honestly, she should chill. 

When she turned back to the door, she bumped into a tall figure, almost falling on her ass. 

The figure grabbed her arm, pulling her back up. Vi was more than irritated now. 

“Watch where you’re fucking goi-” She stalled, looking into the eyes of none other than Caitlyn Kiramman. 

She looked down at her arm, still in Caitlyn’s grasp, tugging it away in a frantic manner. There was something about the taller girl's touch that burned. Vi brushed it off, apologizing. “Sorry Cait. Didn’t see you.”

Caitlyn smirked, “It’s quite alright, Violet. What brings you out tonight, I thought we just had a talk with you about parties.?” 

Vi looked up, blushing at the reference to her full name. It only pissed her off. 

“For your information, I don’t need to tell you my whereabouts, Caitlyn, I’m here because I feel like it.” Caitlyn had a surprised look on her face due to Vi’s tone, before morphing back to the expressionless look she always had when looking at the girl. 

Caitlyn looked past her, trying to seem bored with the conversation. “I’m just simply asking, Violet. I’d be careful, you’re on thin ice as it is, yes?” 

Vi nodded, turning around, borderline bolting to the dance floor. She’d be careful alright. 

She found the girl who invited her, honestly forgetting her name once again, and took her to the dance floor. 

Sarah was already a bit drunk and swayed into Vi, “Heyy! I thought you weren’t going to make it, I got sad.” She gave Vi a pout that only had her looking away in second hand embarrassment. 

“Well here I am, let's dance, yeah?” Vi pulled the girl close, grabbing her waist in a way that was nothing but scandalous. 

After about fifteen minutes of horrible music, Vi was bored. She wasn’t doing anything that would warrant any trouble from Caitlyn and she wasn’t sure why she even cared about getting her attention. 

She looked around before she had an idea, something that would definitely piss Caitlyn off. She was always going on and on about weed and how she absolutely hated it when girls came back from parties high. While it was only a rule that you couldn’t smoke in the house, it would definitely push a few buttons. 

She pushed Sarah off, mumbling in her ear that she’d be right back. It was unlikely that she would, but she didn’t want another pouty face, she’d had enough cringe for the night. 

Vi stalked outside before finding a group that was indeed smoking weed, and noticed Gert in the group, chatting with one of the girls. Perfect. 

She sauntered over, greeting her friend. “Hey.” 

Gert turned, smiling. “How’s the party? I’ve been out here the whole time.”

Vi gave her a look, one that said “I’m over it.” 

Gert laughed, “Ah, so the girl wasn’t your vibe?”

Vi took notice of her surroundings, making sure no one was around. “Caitlyn is here. Kinda ruined the prospect of partying.” 

Her friend laughed in her face, “Aww Vi’s whipped for Kiramman, don’t wanna make your girlfriend mad, huh?”

Vi blushed, “That’s not–she’s not my girlfriend. I’m literally over here to piss her off, so if you don’t mind giving me a hit, I can continue my mission.” 

Gert rolled her eyes before handing her the blunt, “All you do is talk about her Lanes, just stop pretending.”

“Whatever” Vi mumbled. 

Right was going to put it to her lips, she heard heels pull up right behind her. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” 

Vi froze, knowing exactly who the voice belonged to. She sighed, turning around to meet her fate, “What Caitlyn? Gunna micromanage my drug use too?”

Caitlyn plucked the blunt out of her fingers, handing it back to Gert. “You of all people know how I feel about that. Come with me.” Cait grabbed Vi’s arm, dragging her to the exit. 

Vi looked back at Gert, giving her a pleading look, but her friend blew a tantalizing kiss at her and waved her off, almost like saying that saving Vi would be a disservice to her. 

Vi groaned, trying to yank her arm from the bluenette. “Cait, get off!” Neither of them spoke about the way Caitlyn didn’t allow anyone else to shorten her name, with Caitlyn disguising it as not wanting another argument with the girl. 

She tugged some more, not necessarily trying too hard. Yes, Caitlyn was strong, but she could’ve easily gotten free. Why wasn’t she trying harder? 

She determined she got a second-hand high from the surrounding weed smoke, because there was no other possible explanation for why she was letting Caitlyn drag her to a Waymo. 

Caitlyn pushed Vi in, putting a hand on her head like she was putting in a criminal who was getting arrested, then got in on the other side. 

Vi looked around, baffled by her situation, then looked over at Cait, who calmly crossed her impossibly long legs, sitting in a poised position while she scrolled through her phone. 

She tried not to look at the skirt she was wearing, which was mini by definition and definitely throwing Vi into a spiral of thinking about what was under said skirt. 

Vi finally knocked some sense into herself, speaking up, “Where the hell are we going?”

Caitlyn didn’t look up from her phone, “Oh hush. We’re going home.” 

Vi dropped her mouth open, furious, “You can’t just drag me home! I’m not some puppy you can drag around and keep in a kennel.” 

Caitlyn put her phone down, looking directly at Vi, “If you don’t want to be treated like a pet, you should behave, yes? We’re going home because you were going to do something that would’ve pissed me off and I simply don’t have the energy to deal with that tonight.” 

Right when she finished her speech, they arrived at the sorority house. Vi yanked the car door open, done with being treated like she had done something wrong and Caitlyn was already ahead of her. Damn legs. 

Caitlyn opened the door, only for both of the girls to be met with silence. Everyone was out. 

Vi turned to Caitlyn, “Just because you have some vendetta against me doesn’t mean you have to always–”

Caitlyn walked towards the kitchen, waving the girl off, “Violet, stop.”

Vi followed her, hating the way she liked when Caitlyn used her full name, but of course she had to complain, “And that’s another thing, why do you insist on calling me Violet, it’s fucking Vi! No one calls me that.” 

Caitlyn sighed, “Because that’s your name. Gods forbid someone calls you the name you were given.” 

Vi stops in the kitchen and they’re both staring at each other. Caitlyn breaks the eye contact, turning to grab water. 

“Violet, I think it’s high time you learn a lesson for all the trouble you cause me and the board. You’re a legacy. You have an example to live up to. I won’t have you squandering connections because you simply want to be wild.” She takes a sip of water, her nonchalance making Vi feel small. 

Vi got closer, “Why the fuck do you care so badly?” 

Cait gave her a stern look, “You’re going to follow the rules. I’m tired of asking.” 

Vi stared at her, gauging her next move, “Make me.” 

Caitlyn looked down at Vi, noticing how close they’d gotten, and broke, “Get on your knees.”

Vi blinked, thinking she’d gone crazy, “What?”

Caitlyn put her water down, leaning her forearms back on the counter, “Get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness.” 

Vi didn’t move, staring at Caitlyn like she’d gone crazy, “I’m not–you’re bluffing. You aren’t going to make me do that, it’s like, hazing or something.” It wasn’t, but it definitely wasn’t allowed either. 

Caitlyn gave her a look that said she was dead serious, leaning towards Vi’s ear, “Get on your knees now or you’re out of my chapter.”

“You can’t just–you can’t do that.”

“Try me.” Fuck. 

Vi contemplated her choices, she wanted to drop the sorority, right? She didn’t have to do this. She didn’t have to do what she said. This girl was crazy. 

She thought about it more, thinking it was absurd, but some part of her wanted to be on her knees for Caitlyn. So, she did it. She dropped to her knees, looking down in embarrassment. 

Caitlyn looked down at Vi with a serious look on her face, “Good girl. Go ahead, beg.” 

Vi was going to die. In the driest tone she could muster, she apologized, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” 

Caitlyn hummed, looking down at Vi, “I don’t think you’re earnest. Try again.” Vi ignored the growing wetness in her shorts. 

She tried again, a bit more scratch in her voice due to her position, “I’m sorry, Cait. I really am. I’ll follow the rules, swear.” She shuffled, trying to find a comfortable position. She couldn’t help but squeeze her legs together in frustration. 

She needed to get out. She couldn’t stay in this position for long, knowing she’d crumble for the girl above her. 

Caitlyn reached out, tilting Vi’s face up, forcing Vi to look up at her, “That’s not my name.” 

Vi was dazed, not truly understanding what she meant, only getting it when she thought about it, “Caitlyn, I’m sorry, I won’t be a problem anymore, okay? I won’t. Please, please, please forgive me.” She was desperate at this point, her head filled only with, Cait, Cait, Cait. 

Caitlyn dropped her hand, causing Vi’s head to fall. Of course she noticed Vi’s labored breathing. 

Cait smirked, “Something wrong, darling? You’re out of breath.”

Vi almost choked at the pet name, “No, no, I’m fine. Do you forgive me?” She wanted her forgiveness, she’d be good. 

Caitlyn looked as if she was contemplating something deeply, which she was of course, “Yes. Only if you answer one question.”

Vi looked up, thankful for the fact that this would be ending soon, “Anything.”

Caitlyn smiled, “Why is there a wet spot near your crotch?”

Vi’s stomach sank. What the fuck did she mean? She looked down; sure enough, she was wet enough that it had seeped through her fucking shorts. 

She tried to backtrack, “That’s not, I’m not–I don’t think of you that way.” 

Caitlyn, who was still standing above her, spread her legs slightly, giving Vi a view of her dark blue panties, and Vi swore she could’ve fainted at the sight. 

“So you’re saying you don’t want me? Want this?” 

Vi was stunned. Caitlyn Kiramman, sorority president, rule follower, and pain in her ass, was offering herself to Vi? 

Vi had been silent for about 30 seconds, which was a fuck ton of time when you were on your knees, before Caitlyn spoke up, “Hm. I guess not then. Goodnight, Vi.” She started walking away and Vi stared after her, thinking about all the ways she had just fucked that up. 

She scrambled to her feet, catching up with Caitlyn, “Wait!” 

Caitlyn was on the steps, turning around with an annoyed look on her face, “What, Violet?” 

Vi got to where she was and attacked Caitlyn in a kiss, one that involved clashing, tongues, and an overall battle of dominance. 

Caitlyn broke the kiss, tugging Vi along towards her bedroom, taking them inside and closing the door before locking it. 

Vi looked at her, staring at how her hair looked in the moonlight, she truly was gorgeous even if she was a bitch. 

Caitlyn tugged her shirt off, exposing that she didn’t wear a bra, which had Vi looking into her eyes, not wanting to be rude. 

Caitlyn huffed, probably annoyed that Vi wasn’t looking at her chest and walked over, pulling the black tank-top Vi was wearing over her head and tossed to the side. 

Caitlyn stared at the sports bra Vi wore before speaking, “Can I take this off?” 

Vi stared at her, “Yeah.”

Caitlyn gently pulled it over her head, showing a soft side Vi didn’t know she had in her. Vi spoke, “You can be rough, y’know? I’m not fragile.”

Caitlyn looked at her, an unreadable expression on her face, “It’s your funeral.”

Vi wasn’t able to process what she said before she was pushed onto the bed, stomach side down, confused as to why she wasn’t facing Cait. 

Vi heard Caitlyn shuffling through a drawer, and she anxiously turned her head, only to be met with a hand in her hair, yanking it up so Cait could whisper in her ear, “I don’t think I told you to look.” 

Vi’s breath picked up when her hair was released, turning her cheek to hit the cool sheets, which she realized were silk. She felt her shorts being pulled down, boxers with them, leaving her completely exposed and at Caitlyn’s every whim. 

She felt Cait grab her from behind, playing with the flesh of her ass, “How much can you take Vi? One or two?”

Vi couldn’t think, barely processing the question with how good it felt to have Cait’s hands on her. She felt a tap on her ass, not necessarily hard, but almost to get her attention. 

Vi kept her eyes glued shut, not wanting to see Cait’s face, “I don’t know, I’m not usually the one in this position. One?” 

Cait smirked above her and Vi’s eyes opened for one second, catching the tail end of the way Cait bit her lip at her answer, “That’s alright, love, I’ll go slow, for now.”

Before Vi could even take another breath, she felt fingers running up and down her pussy, collecting wetness, “I can’t believe you’re this wet from just being on your knees, I can’t even imagine how you’ll be once I’ve fucked you.” 

Vi whined, pushing her ass up to give Caitlyn more access. 

She rubbed a finger over her slit, “You’re doing so well for me already, Vi, do you want a finger now, or should I wait?” Caitlyn was feeling evil, making Vi work for it. 

“Yes, ma’am.” Vi’s eyes widened, she hadn’t meant to say that. “I mean-Cait. Please, I want anything.” 

Caitlyn stalled her fingers, ensuring Vi’s whimpers only grew louder at the loss, “I liked the first one.” 

Vi scrunched her eyebrows, annoyed, “Cait don’t make me-” She felt a slap on her ass, moaning at the contact. 

“I won’t continue until you’ve addressed me properly. You have two choices and Cait isn’t one of them.”

Vi ached, giving in almost immediately, “Caitlyn, please, fuck me.”

Caitlyn dipped a finger inside Vi, keeping a relative pace, “That’s a good girl.”

Vi had to stop her eyes from rolling back at the praise, blushing in embarrassment from how needy she was, this was not her. She was the one who was supposed to be giving Caitlyn everything she had. 

“You stretch so nicely for me, Vi.” Caitlyn went faster. 

Vi bit a part of the sheets, forgetting her previous thoughts, “Please.”

Caitlyn smirked, “Please what love?” 

“Goddamnit Caitlyn, put another fucking finger in me and stop stalling.”

Caitlyn smiled, “There’s the girl who always causes trouble for me.” 

Vi was going to throw a quip her way, but she was stopped by Caitlyn slamming two fingers into her, hitting spots she didn’t even know existed. Curling her fingers in a way that almost had Vi screaming, already close just from the way Cait was working her. 

Caitlyn took her other hand, reaching under Vi, hovering over her body and kissing her back, and started rubbing her clit in tandem with the thrusts. Vi could feel the strap against her leg and she gasped at the contact, so that’s what she was in the dresser for. 

Vi started meeting Caitlyn’s thrusts, clenching around her fingers. She could feel her body shaking, close to finishing, “Fuck, Caitlyn, I can’t, I’m gunna-” Caitlyn stopped. 

Vi sobbed into the sheets, tears prickling at the denial. All she could do was mumble incoherent sentences until she was flipped over by Cait, which she gladly assisted with. 

Once Vi was sat up for her, Caitlyn grabbed the back of her hair, making Vi look at her, not too hard, but not soft either, “You’re going to lay down while I get lube, got it?”

Vi nodded and watched as Caitlyn went to a different part of the room, opening her vanity for a pink bottle. Cute. 

Wanting to show she could still break Cait’s stupid rules, crawled over to where Caitlyn’s pillows were, landing face first into the plush fabric, ass up for her.  

Caitlyn turned around and tsked, “That simply won’t do, I want to see your face when you come on my strap.”

Vi shuttered, turning over and getting on her back with haste, feeling entirely exposed. It felt good being Caitlyn’s. 

Caitlyn got on the bed, getting in between Vi’s legs, and ran a hand over her abs, “God you’re hot. Can’t believe I lasted this long without touching you.” 

Vi laughed, “I didn’t exactly make things easy on you, cupcake.” 

Caitlyn gave her a stern look, trying not to smile, “Cupcake?”

Vi shrugged, “You’re sweet in bed.”

That earned her a slap on her right ass cheek, which she jumped at, but enjoyed nonetheless, “If you keep slapping me there I’m gonna finish before you touch me.”

Caitlyn looked at her innocently, “Slapping you where, Vi?”

Vi groaned, “You’re so annoying.”

Caitlyn blew air out of her nose with a smile, spreading Vi’s legs and rubbing her clit with her thumb to get her warmed up, “Do you think you’re ready for me, love?” 

Vi bucked her hips, nodding. 

Caitlyn continued, satisfied with her torture, “Needy little thing, aren’t you? Hard to believe you’re any kind of top, Vi.” 

Vi moaned, throwing her head back and gritting her teeth, “Fuck. You.” 

Caitlyn decided at that moment to push in, a slight sting enveloping Vi, but nothing entirely unmanageable. She started slowly, holding Vi’s legs for a better angle. 

Vi was gone in every sense of the word, biting her bottom lip raw with how she wanted to conceal the sounds she made. She’d make Caitlyn work for it. 

Caitlyn relished in Vi’s reactions, going a bit faster, “What would the girls you go after say if they saw you being filled by me, Vi? Hm? Saw you being my good slut?” 

Vi gripped the bedpost behind her, whimpering at the thought of someone seeing her like this, “Fuck–Cait.” 

She pounded faster, “Not an answer, Vi.”

Vi thought about it as best she could, “I-I don’t know, fuck, I think they’d think I’m soft for letting you do–ah! This.” 

Caitlyn pouted in a way that was nothing but mocking, “You don’t like this, pet? Being fucked by me? I supposed you’re just too strong to be my good bottom, then.” Caitlyn slowed her movements, going at a pace that anyone would describe as torment. 

“No-no–Cait, I’m not too soft! I want you, always wanted you, never wanted them, please–” 

Caitlyn continued her pace, “I’m not sure Vi, you aren’t being very appreciative.”

Vi took matters into her own hands, finally using her strength to sit up and push Caitlyn down, her body falling on top of hers. The strap never moved, staying inside her the entire time. 

Caitlyn gasped as Vi grabbed her breasts, massaging one and adding the other to her mouth, licking over her nipples in some sort of apology. 

Vi looked up at Cait, who was becoming a bit of a mess herself, “Please, Cait, I’ll be good. I’m not too soft, just, please.”

Caitlyn wordlessly took Vi’s shoulders, putting her back to the position she wanted her in, slipping out in the process. 

She decided against more lube with Vi being an absolute dripping mess. She aligned herself to Vi’s cunt, pushing in and not giving her time to adjust, holding Vi’s breasts for leverage. 

“Fu-ck Cait–” She grabbed Vi’s leg, pushing it up to hit a better spot, which had Vi reeling, “Cait! Please, please, touch me.”

Caitlyn, knowing what she wanted, took her free hand to rub Vi’s clit in small circles, “Is that good Vi? You’re so pretty. Just gorgeous. You’re doing so well for me.” 

Vi was going to come just at the words being thrown at her, already closing her eyes and bracing herself, “Cait–I’m gonna, can I?”

Caitlyn chuckled, happy at the question “Yes, you can.” 

Vi came, back arching at the level of intensity, gasping for air. 

Cait continued her relentless pace, “Just like that, good girl, you’ve got it, love.”

Vi swore her orgasm lasted longer just from hearing Caitlyn speak and the taller girl finally slowed down when Vi went limp, breathing heavily. 

When Vi opened her eyes, Cait was taking off the strap, along with the panties she was still wearing. She looked mischievously at Vi, smiling, “My turn.”

Vi was drunk off Caitlyn, ready for whatever she could do to give back to the girl. 

Cait climbed on top of Vi, hovering over Vi’s hips, and Vi slid down to be laying on the bed flat, getting the message. Caitlyn climbed further, planting her hips above Vi, “Be good and finish me, hm? Can you do that, darling?”

Vi nodded frantically, grabbing her hips and finally meeting her tongue to Cait’s pussy. She licked a flat stripe over her clit before getting to work, licking and sucking to her heart's content. She was exactly where she wanted to be. 

It was Caitlyn’s turn to fall a part, “Vi–that feels, fuck. You’re so good at that.”

Vi smirked, dipping her tongue into Cait’s hole before moving back to her clit, adding a finger and fucking her softly–she wasn’t sure what she could take. 

“Fuck, Vi–I’m close, don’t stop.” Vi went even harder, adding another digit into Cait, curling in a way that had Cait falling forward. Vi held her waist with her other hand, it being relatively easy to hold the girl up due to her strength. 

“Good girl, just like that–fuck, Vi, I’m going to–” Caitlyn came, covering Vi’s face in more wetness and she rode the girls face until her orgasm was through. 

She eventually got off Vi, laying next to her as they both panted, blissed out from what they had done. 

Caitlyn spoke first, “I–” She stopped, “I hope that was all okay.” 

Vi looked over at Caitlyn with a dumb grin, “If you’re referring to some of the best sex I’ve ever had, yes, I’d say it was okay.” 

Caitlyn blushed, looking away. 

Both on their backs, they each stared at the ceiling, thinking about what they did: what was against the rules, what would happen if anyone found out. 

Vi broke the silence, “Our moms knew each other y’know.”

Caitlyn stared a bit harder at the ceiling, like it had done something egregious, “I hope your mother had more sense than you do.” 

Vi sighed, thinking about the way her mom could always diffuse a situation that Vi had clicked the detonator button for, “She did, that’s probably why they were friends.”

Cait sat up a bit, eyes searching Vi’s face for anything that indicated a lie, “Friends?”

Vi rolled her eyes, “Yeah, it’s when two people have a mutual like for each other and even hangout sometimes.” 

Cait reached for a pillow, hitting Vi on her torso, “I know what friends are, you twit.” 

Vi groaned, “God, you’re so British.” 

Cait turned over onto her side, not facing Vi, nervous as she contemplated her next words, “Maybe we could be friends?” 

Vi laughed, “Well, I’d say we have to after all of that. You’ve got skills, Kiramman.”

Cait smiled, unbeknownst to Vi, “Can you promise me something if we’re going to be friends?”

Vi turned, eyeing Cait’s hair, “Not if you don’t look at me when you ask.” 

Cait rolled over, looking at Vi with a teasing look. Vi could’ve sworn there was a blush on Caitlyn’s cheeks, but there was only one lamp illuminating the room, “Can you stop being a shit at parties? I have to keep pretending like I care when you break the rules.”

Best friend caitvi roommate au Cw: Fingering, Cunnilingus, Scissoring, Caught, Top Vi, Bottom Cait Minors DNI Wc: 3,282

They Were Roommates

Summary: Vi and Caitlyn have been best friends for years. When Vi gets asked on a date, she's devastated, but what happens when Vi comes home early from said date?

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The cold air enveloped Caitlyn in an unforgiving blanket as she walked home. She had just finished up her last tutoring session with a freshman who knew absolutely nothing about the class she was taking–which subsequently made Cait run over the allotted time. 

She hated being late for dinner with Vi–it was most definitely her favorite part of the day, and the only time where she and her best friend could catch up about what went on in their lives. They weren’t in the same major, with Cait majoring in criminology and Vi in being social work, which made seeing each other difficult despite the overlap in some of their coursework. 

Caitlyn finally reached the apartment they shared, shivering as she put the key in the lock. Walking in, she was hit with an aroma she could only describe as mouth-watering. Did Vi order something new? It didn’t smell like anything they’d eaten before and she was quite familiar with their favorite spots. 

“Hey, cupcake.” She couldn’t help but blush at the nickname, putting her book bag down on an open chair in the dining room. When Cait looked up, she realized that Vi was stirring something in a sauce pan.

She walked over, examining the meal, which she determined was some type of pasta dish, “What’s all this? You didn’t have to cook, I would’ve been happy with anything.” Of course she would’ve, as long as Vi was there, she didn’t care if she had cereal for dinner.  

Vi turned around, offering the spoon that had just been in the sauce pan, “Try this, I think I’ve outdone myself.” Cait rolled her eyes, before getting a bit flustered at the prospect of trying something in front of Vi, taking a small lick. 

Her eyes widened and she let out a sound that could only be described as unholy, “Vi, that’s so good. What is it?” 

Vi held an eyebrow at the sound, smirking as she turned back to stir some more, “Just a simple vodka sauce, followed a recipe online but I tweaked it a bit.” 

Caitlyn laughed, grabbing some plates from their cupboards, “A bit? I’ve never tasted anything like that. You were a chef in another life, you know.” She turned around, noticing Vi with a smile on her face, content with Cait’s praise. 

“Yeah, I guess. Thought I’d make something nice tonight, I’m in a bit of a good mood.” Caitlyn arched her brow, suspicious of her friend's declaration. 

She set the table with the plates, going to their silverware drawer to collect a couple of forks, “Yeah? Why’s that?”  

Vi turned off the burner for the boiling pasta, reaching for the strainer she got out to drain it, “A girl asked me on a date today, pretty too.” 

Caitlyn paused putting the forks next to their plates, feeling her heart drop at the news. She continued the action, moving slowly, “Oh? What’s her name?”

Vi finished straining the pasta, incorporating the sauce into the now waterless pot, “Sarah Fortune. She’s one of Ahri’s friends.” 

Caitlyn clenched her teeth while she finished setting the table, she needed to get a grip, “I’ve got to wash up, I’ll be right back.” She walked away, leaving Vi furrowing her brows in confusion at the sudden departure. 

She got into the bathroom, taking deep breaths. It wasn’t Vi’s fault after all, Cait never expressed that she had feelings for her best friend. She couldn’t. It would all go to shit if Vi didn’t feel the same. All she wanted to do was tell her not to go on the date, find any reason for the pinkette to skip it, but she gathered herself and washed her hands, returning to the table. 

Cait threw Vi a smile, “Sorry, you know how I get after a long day. Felt like everything was clinging to me.” She glanced at her seat, noticing the food was already waiting for her. She sat down, thankful for the gesture. 

“No biggie, Cait, I get it. There’s cheese if you want some.” Vi sat down and only then did Caitlyn notice the candles in the middle of the table, which omitted a pleasant eucalyptus scent. When she gave Vi a look, she only smiled, “Thought it’d calm you down, you seem stressed.” 

Her heart swelled, but it wasn’t necessarily positive. Vi was an amazing friend. Cait felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over her. Vi would never do anything to upset her, that was the issue. Even when Caitlyn lashed out or walked away, Vi would be there when she came back, ready to make her feel better. She tried to stop herself, but she simply didn’t know how. 

After a few days, Caitlyn wondered when Vi’s date was. She never really indulged Cait in the details and she felt almost anxious in not knowing. Her question was immediately answered when Vi walked into the living room on Friday night, looking gorgeous. 

Vi smiled, “How do I look?” She gave Cait a spin, which made her choke on the wine she was sipping on.  

She blushed, “Too much?” She bit her lip nervously, waiting for her friend's opinion. She valued what Cait thought.  

Caitlyn sat up, gathering herself, “No, no, you look beautiful! Sorry, I just didn’t expect you to go on your date tonight. I thought we were watching a movie?” It was their usual routine on Fridays. She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice, to which Vi gave her a soft smile. 

“Yeah, Sarah couldn’t do the date this weekend, I just figured I’d make it up to you with a movie marathon tomorrow?” 

Caitlyn kicked herself, of course Vi would make it up to her. She felt stupid for thinking otherwise. “Yeah, that sounds good…have fun.” Cait looked away before she got upset, turning her attention to the documentary she had on. 

Vi grabbed her wallet and gave Cait one last questioning look before leaving, closing the door gently. 

Caitlyn sighed, pouring herself another glass. She put on Bottoms, needing some comedic relief, but the ending simply made her more upset, knowing she wouldn’t get her happy ending with Vi. When the screen went black, indicating the end of the film, she got angry. Why couldn’t she own up to her feelings? She basically served Sarah Vi on a silver platter. 

Pitying herself, Cait wobbled to her room, ready to go to bed. She tucked herself in, hoping to sleep through hearing Vi coming home from her date, probably giddy from the way it went. God forbid she brought Sarah home with her, Cait would never be able to get over hearing Vi with anyone else. It was an absurd thought since Vi never brought anyone home, but Caitlyn wasn't necessarily thinking logically. 

After about thirty minutes of tossing and turning, the wine and its effect unfortunately worn off, her mind drifted to how Vi looked tonight: messy but perfect hair, white tank-top, black jeans-her hand hovered over tie of her pajamas, undoing the neat bow. 

She pushed her pants down, the fabric bunching at her knees. Her fingers teased at her thighs, imagining Vi’s being the ones to brush them. After a minute of just feeling herself–most likely a product of feeling overly emotional–she finally dipped her hand between where she needed it, rubbing her clit in small circles.  

She turned over on her back, pushing the sheets down with her legs, suddenly feeling like the room was ninety degrees. She continued the small circles, intermittently dipping into her folds and gathering more wetness to feel more of herself. 

Before she knew it, she was putting her fingers inside, starting with one, pushing in and out. She imagined Vi telling her she was doing well, making some noise knowing she wouldn’t be home anytime soon. 

“Vi, fuck.” She let out a drawn out noise, something between a sigh and a moan, feeling relieved. 

She got tired of one finger, thinking about the ways Vi would restrict her, “Please, Vi, more, I can take it–” She added another, her back arching off the bed in pleasure. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she doesn't hear her bedroom door click quietly, a figure standing with their back against the door. 

Cait continued, enveloped in her own world, putting her other hand down to rub her clit while she fingered herself. She could barely breathe, the image of Vi strong in her mind, “Don’t stop, please–Vi.” She opened her eyes, startled by the shadow, which looked suspiciously like girl she was just begging for more in her head. She thinks she’s imagining her for a second and reached over to her lamp, turning it on. 

She jumped, immediately grabbing the blanket and putting it over her waist. She didn’t know how to act, not wanting to address what she’d been doing, “Vi-I didn’t know you’d be home this early, it’s only been like, two hours…”

Vi stayed where she was, eyes hooded in a way that was almost like a predator looking at its prey, “I ended it early, figured I’d come home and start our movie marathon. But, I heard you saying my name and I wanted to make sure you weren’t having a nightmare. I was wrong, huh?” She gave her a soft smile, allowing Cait to respond, not crowding her space.

Caitlyn looked down at her lap, feeling ashamed that her best friend caught her, doing–that. “Vi, I can’t even begin to say how sorry I am, that wasn’t anything I swear, it was probably the wine.” She knew it was a lie, Vi probably did too, and she wasn’t going to back down. 

Vi slowly made her way toward Cait’s bed, chuckling at her confession, “Yeah? Was it the wine when you were begging me not to stop?” She sat on her bed, right next to where she’d covered her lower half. 

Caitlyn stayed silent, chewing on her lower lip, feeling herself get more wet at Vi’s teasing. She tried to change the subject, “Why’d you end your date early? Surely it was more fun than sitting on the couch watching movies with me.” Cait was surprised at her own directness, but stood by the question nonetheless.  

“Sarah wanted a second date…I told her I wasn’t feeling it.” She looked at Caitlyn, putting her fingers under her chin to make eye-contact with her, “Do you wanna know why I wasn’t feeling it?” 

Caitlyn almost wanted to pinch herself, this had to be some type of wine-induced daydream. No, it wore off. She took a breath in, reeling at the way Vi felt holding her face, “Why?”

She smiled, “Because I had you waiting for me at home.” Caitlyn scanned her face for anything that said it was a joke, but all she found was Vi giving her a look that said: I want you. 

It was all she needed to jump from her spot in bed, crashing her lips into Vi’s, feverishly moving to cup her face with both hands, not wanting to let go.  

Vi moved her hands to Cait’s hips, rubbing the bare skin like it was something she’d done before. They continued kissing before Vi moved the blanket, exposing Caitlyn’s lower half, to which she gasped, feeling nervous at the prospect of Vi seeing her. 

As if she could sense Cait’s nervousness, Vi moved down to her neck, kissing her way down her body, one hand holding Cait’s face and the other gently spreading her legs. 

Vi spoke up, “You’re gorgeous.” She continued to go down further, reaching for the hem of Caitlyn’s silk tank-top.

She started overthinking everything, knowing that Vi probably didn’t share her exact feelings, “Vi–I can’t do this. It’d be wrong. I’m not just attracted to you. It's more than that.” She looked down, afraid of the response she’d get from the girl she’s loved for years. 

Vi played with the bottom of the silky garment, “Cait, I think I loved you the moment I met you.” 

She whipped her head up, looking down at the way Vi’s fingers were asking to take her shirt off, and she nodded-A silent gratitude for Vi's confession, allowing her to continue the action.

Vi took off her tank-top, eyes drifting to the way her breasts sat perfectly, relishing in the fact that she finally got to see her in this way, “Can I?”

She nodded again, not able to speak. Vi moved down, taking one of her nipples into her mouth, to which Cait let out a gasp, her hand gravitating towards Vi’s hair, holding it to balance herself. 

“Vi, oh my god-” Vi continued, switching between each nipple, kissing her chest in between, Cait loved the way Vi handled her, but she couldn’t take it, needing Vi somewhere else, "Vi, please, I need more." 

Vi looked up at Caitlyn, “What, cupcake? What do you need?” She smirked, seeing the blush grow on Cait’s face. 

She looked down desperately, “Vi. Please.” She rolled her hips up, embarrassed. She’d never had to ask someone what she wanted. 

Vi got up, knees planted near Caitlyn's body and started taking off her own clothes, leaving herself in black boxers. She climbed on top of Cait, kissing down the middle of her chest, going lower and lower until she got to exactly where she was needed. 

She hooked her arms under Cait’s legs, putting them on top of her shoulders as she laid down on her stomach, faced with her wet heat. 

“What do you need, Cait? Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” 

Cait’s eyes shot open-not knowing they were even closed. She looked down at the sight, groaning, “Vi, I need your tongue on me, now.” She wasn’t playing games anymore, getting frustrated at the pace. 

“Aw, now? I was hoping to taste you a bit more before I went there.” She smiled, kissing her inner thighs. 

Caitlyn was tired of her teasing, grabbing Vi’s hair and shoving her down to her pussy, making Vi gasp. She started working immediately, licking up Cait’s cunt like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. When Cait looked down, Vi was looking at her with a look in her eye that told her she’d regret that. 

She was seeing stars, vision blurring when Vi sucked on her clit, “Vi, fuck, you do that so well-” Vi added a finger into her dripping hole, surprising Cait, “Ah! Vi-” she let out small whimpers when she started pumping her finger, adding a second one easily with how open she was. 

She fucked Cait fast, eating her out in a way that had her bucking her hips to meet each lick, getting her closer, “Vi, please, keep going, fuck, I’m going to-”

Vi slipped her fingers out, stopping, only placing kisses to Caitlyn’s clit. She cried out at the emptiness, “Vi–why did you stop, please, please, keep going-” Caitlyn tried to thread her fingers in Vi’s hair again, but she grabbed Cait’s hand, climbing up to pin it above her head. 

Vi looked down at the desperate mess she'd created, and in an unapologetic voice, gave Cait something she didn’t know she wanted, “I want you to come when I’m on you.”

Caitlyn opened her mouth to suck in a breath, knowing exactly what Vi wanted. She bit her lip, looking at the hand Vi had pinned, “I’ve never done that with anyone before. I’m not really sure how to.” Her face flushed, embarrassed at her perceived inexperience. 

Vi smirked, grabbing Cait’s face fully with her free hand, hovering over her with knees on either side of Caitlyn’s waist, “Don’t worry about that, I’ll take the lead, okay?”

Caitlyn trusted Vi, “Okay.” She watched as Vi took off her boxers, biting her lip at the sight of Vi’s dripping pussy, waiting in anticipation for the next step. 

Vi reached over to Cait’s legs, spreading them how she wanted. She slotted herself in between her legs, lowering herself until their cunts met. Vi looked down, letting out a noise that went straight to Caitlyn’s core, “F-fuck Cait, you feel–amazing.”

Caitlyn’s mouth parted, taking deep breaths, throwing her head back, not being able to control the way she behaved, “Vi, please–move.”

Vi started rocking back and forth, their wetness being heard with every movement. “Cait, you’re perfect, fuck-” She kept going, going at a pace that could only be described as feral. 

“Vi, that feels–fuck. It feels so good, I love you against me–ah!” Vi started grinding down hard at the end of her sentence, wanting Cait to be lost in the feeling. 

Caitlyn started meeting Vi’s thrusts, making Vi go crazy, “Fuck, Cait, you’re doing so well for me, being such a good girl.” 

She started feeling that build-up, that feeling that told her she was close, “I’m all yours Vi–fuck–your good girl.” She didn’t want it to end so soon, she wanted to please Vi too. Looking up at her best friend, she asked, “Vi-could I? Be on top?” 

Vi smiled, fucked out, “Yeah, cupcake.”

She got off her, laying down on the bed, spread out for Cait, obedient to an extent. Caitlyn couldn’t help herself, going to kiss Vi. This time, it was heated, tongues clashing, pace fast. When Cait let go, she immediately went to suck Vi’s nipple, her hand reaching for the other to roll it between her fingers, “Cait! Fuck just like that, baby, you’ve got it-” Cait took her hand off Vi’s nipple, reaching down to feel Vi’s pussy. 

She felt around, avoiding her clit, teasing her just like how Vi had tortured her, “Cait, baby, please–”

Caitlyn looked up with a glint in her eye, “What, love, did you need something?”

Vi groaned, “Okay, I deserve that, but please, do something before I flip you back over.” Cait smiled, getting up to set herself between Vi’s legs, just as she’d done to her. 

She lowered herself, trying to imitate what Vi had done, “Fuck, Cait, you’re doing so well, keep going baby.” Vi looked up at Cait before spitting on her fingers, traveling her hands to her breast, going to flick over the sensitive buds. 

Cait kept moving, stuttering when Vi put her hand on her, “Vi–I can’t, if you keep doing that, I’ll finish too fast.” Vi didn’t listen, continuing her torture. 

Vi was letting out moans, trying to pleasure Cait when she was falling apart herself, “I’m close, Cait, you can let go.” 

Cait went faster, really feeling Vi’s clit against hers, her orgasm creeping up on her faster than she expected, “Vi, fuck, I’m going to–” 

“Come for me Cait, be good for me, yeah?” 

Cait felt her orgasm crash into her harder than it ever had before, and she couldn’t help but roll her hips down harder onto Vi, causing her to also reach her own climax. 

“Cait, fuck!” Vi was meeting her thrusts until the end, until they both worked through their finishing. 

Caitlyn collapsed on top of Vi, burrowing herself into the girl's neck, breathing heavily. Vi wrapped her arms around Caitlyn’s back, holding her close despite the moisture they felt on their bodies. They sat in silence, both content. 

After a few minutes, Cait broke the silence, “Vi, that was…amazing.”

Vi opened her eyes to look down at Cait, “Yeah? I was going to say the same thing.” Cait giggled, setting her cheek onto Vi’s chest. 

She looked up, seeing Vi falling asleep, “Vi?”

She looked down at Cait, admiration in her eyes, “Yeah?”