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Would really appreciate if people stop assuming and having a full on discussion on who is the top and who is the bottom in a gay relationship 🙏🙏😔 it’s incredibly disrespectful and invasive.
i feel like people forget that sometimes characters in fic are written like that because it's a reflection of real life.
people have sex without setting boundaries. people have unprotected sex without talking about their sexual histories or producing recent sti tests. people play with kink without discussing it ahead of time or establishing a safeword. they have anal without 'enough' prep or lube—they may even prefer it like that.
and none of this is really a fantasy. it's all pretty normal. you can feel that it's inappropriately normalised, and you'd probably be right! but it is normalised: one study found that 58% of female undergraduate students on the campus studied had been choked during sex. 20% of those students said that they'd never been asked if it was ok; another 30% said they'd only sometimes been asked if they consented. fully half! (non-paywalled journal article on choking during sex here, including these numbers.) despite a rise in stis of all sorts, condom use is declining. (pdf link to the full text of this study about declining condom use in the us; aidsmap article about an australian study with similar results.)
even when people do talk about things—sex or anything else—they communicate imperfectly. 'yeah, but don't go too far' is consenting and setting a boundary, and also relying that the person you're talking to has the same metric for 'too far' that you do. for some people, 'the trash needs to go out' is a neutral, factual observation; for others, it's a request that the person they're speaking to take out the trash.
even when people understand each other perfectly, people react unpredictably to things sometimes! we behave irrationally! people laugh uncontrollably at funerals, or get angry at the straw that broke their back rather than the enormous load they were already carrying. they get scared and lash out at people trying to help them. when hurt, most people do not instinctively reach for therapy-approved grounding exercises and 'i feel' statements.
pretty much any bad choice that characters could conceivably make is a choice that people make in real life, on purpose, all the time. people do things that can have catastrophic, life-changing effects because it felt like a good idea at the time, or they're leaning into the vibe, or they just didn't think about it all that much, or an infinite number of other reasons.
fiction isn't intended as a guide on the best, safest, and most responsible ways to live your life, and fanfic isn't any different. it's not a narrative flaw to let characters do things that are messy or harmful or downright stupid—it's a reflection of what people are actually like, and not something that authors should feel they have to apologise for.
i am obsessed, in the most derogatory way possible, with the people in the notes who are reading this post and then saying, well, those stats you're pointing at are why you have to make it clear in fiction that they've had a conversation about Consent And Safety. if you don't tell people to use condoms, if you don't tell people that it's not ok to choke someone without prior consent, if you don't tell people that they have to do these things Correctly, you're part of the problem.
so i will say it again: fiction is a reflection of life, but it is not real life. fiction does not have to set a good example. fiction does not have to be safe, sane, or consensual.
fiction isn't intended as a guide on the best, safest, and most responsible way to live your life. if you read it looking for that, you are the problem.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who remembers the exact day she met you, the clothes you were wearing, and the strange twist in her stomach when you smiled at her for the first time.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves spending time with you beyond the sex, who genuinely enjoys your presence.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who prefers giving you cash even though transfers are faster; you notice the way her eyes darken whenever she sees you on her bed, in your underwear or with nothing on at all, counting her money that’s yours now.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who never takes anything as a joke, especially when it comes to you.
One night, joking around, you posted something on your insta story saying you needed 500 dollars to buy ice cream.
Not even ten minutes passed before she called you.
“Were you sleeping, darling?” Her voice sounds soft over the phone, her posh accent thicker, maybe from exhaustion.
“I was about to,” you answer with a small smile.
“Would you mind coming over to my house?” she asks, and you know that even though she’s asking, she expects you to say yes. “To give me a goodnight kiss.”
Even when you tell her it’s too late to be out on the street, she says her driver was already on the way to your house.
Caitlyn wanted a goodnight kiss, yes. But after you give it to her, you notice that wicked shine in her eyes. “There’s a gift for you on the nightstand.” And it’s a stack of hundreds waiting for you. “For your ‘ice cream.’”
You let out a little laugh. “I was joking, you know?”
She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who keeps track of you every second of the day. Even though she says your relationship is just transactional, she can’t stop thinking about you. Flooding you with messages like “good morning, darling. i’ll pick you up in an hour, i want to see you before work.” “have you eaten yet?” “how’s your day going?”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who eats your pussy like it’s her last meal. She loves pleasing you and takes her sweet time doing it.
Your legs are thrown over her shoulders while she gives you a “massage.” Well, that’s how it started, but her lips accidentally found your clit. Caitlyn always starts soft, little kisses against your mound. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, darling,” slips from her lips while her first lick is slow, gentle, just to watch your reaction. “and you taste delicious too.”
The funny thing is you both moan, Caitlyn louder than you. “better than any meal i’ve ever had.”
She can spend forever teasing you, keeping you right on the edge. She smiles when your hands tug at her hair without measuring your strength, she doesn’t care, she loves it.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth, princess? But it’s so hard to let you go, you look so pretty needy.”
At this point she’s basically talking to herself because the only things leaving your lips are whines and moans that make her even wetter.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who shows you off and takes care of you like you’re a jewel, precious, because you are, you’re HER precious girl. She has you as her lock screen, a picture of the two of you at the beach on her computer, and if anyone asks, she smiles. “that’s my girl.” And even though it’s unnecessary, she always puts emphasis on the “my.”
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who gives you an extension of her credit card because she “trusts you,” when really she doesn’t care how much you spend or what you spend it on. But if it’s clothes, you have to model every single outfit for her and she enjoys it like it’s a real show.
She’s sitting on the couch in her house, a glass of whiskey in her hands. She takes a slow sip while looking at you like she wants to devour you.
“Give me a little turn, darling,” Caitlyn demands, fingers motioning in the direction she wants you to spin. “That’s it, just like that.” You can hear the desire in her voice, the satisfaction of knowing you’re doing this only for her.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who loves trying new things with you and never imagined she’d enjoy watching you suck her strap this much. But there’s something so erotic about it, the way you look at her while doing it, how your eyes never leave hers for even a second, not even when she grabs more of your hair, pushing her hips upward, smirking whenever you choke even a little.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who rarely lets you top, but when she’s exhausted or especially needy, she gives herself to you without hesitation. She’s vocal, way more than you expected, and ridiculously sensitive, always asking to be cuddled afterward.
𓂃⋆.˚ Sugar mommy!Caitlyn who’s always cold, but some nights, when work overwhelms her or she misses her mother, she calls you without thinking.
“I need you, darling,” is all she says, and you know exactly what’s wrong.
Those nights, she lies beside you, just looking at you at first, stroking your hair, kissing your face. Even though she’s the one who needs comfort, what really gives it to her is the warmth of your body.
“You’re an angel,” she murmurs shyly, hiding her face in your neck, hugging you timidly. “Just stay like this with me all night. Please.”
— 20. Bodyguard! Caitlyn Kiramman x President's Daughter! F Reader I Drabble
Warnings : Cait receiving, condescending praise, SMUT MDNI (idk if they actually wear ear pieces, and oh my god another violation of work ethics)
You pride yourself on the architecture of your composure: the razor-sharp line of your spine, the practiced tilt of your chin, the way your hands rest like heavy marble against your hips. Beside your father, under the blinding heat of a thousand camera flashes, you are less a woman and more a monument. But as the President’s voice drones on, a low, tectonic thrum begins to vibrate at the base of your skull.
You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, a tiny fracture in the statue. Shivers, unbidden and electric, coil from your hips and race up the ladder of your vertebrae, raising goosebumps in its wake.
Then, the static of your ear piece hisses—a sharp, intimate intake of breath delivered directly into your inner ear.
“Look at you. Poor, desperate thing. Trying so hard to hold it together.”
The voice is posh, dripping with the kind of upper-class cruelty that feels like a velvet noose. It’s Caitlyn.
Your eyes narrow into slits, a silent curse screaming behind your teeth. You hate her for this—for the psychological siege she’s laying while you’re pinned under the national gaze.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” she murmurs, the words yearning and heavy. A pause follows, long enough for the image to take root in your gut, followed by a low, devastatingly smug giggle. “All these people, all these lenses... and I’m the only one who knows how wet you are under that silk. So prim and fucking proper.”
Your brow twitches. Your gaze sweeps the room, cutting through the sea of suits until you find her. She’s stationed by the heavy mahogany doors. Her hair is scraped back into a bun so tight it looks painful; her face is a mask of passive, professional boredom. To the world, she is a weapon in a blazer. To you, she is a predator watching her prey.
“That million-dollar face,” she whispers, her voice dropping an octave, vibrating against your eardrum until your knees feel like jelly. “I’d kill to see it between my legs right now. That’s a face made to be ridden, don't you think?”
A fresh surge of heat crashes into your pussy.. Your hand bunches into a fist, knuckles white, as the heel of your stiletto taps a frantic, agonizing rhythm against the marble floor. You’re sweating now—a fine, shimmering sheen on your forehead that the cameras will mistake for the heat of the lights.
Just so you fucking wait until this is finished. You thought.
By 10 PM, the "First Daughter" has been stripped away, leaving only a frantic mess of rumpled silk and pleated wool on the satin sheets. The gala was a marathon of botoxed smiles and velvet-glove handshakes; now, the only thing that matters is the weight of Caitlyn straddling your hips.
Caitlyn moves with the efficiency of an officer taking what’s hers. She grinds her wetness directly against the skin of your stomach, her eyebrows drawn together in a look of focused pleasure. Her hands are heavy on your chest, pinning you, using your body as a high-end toy to get herself off.
“It feels too fucking good—fuck,” she rasps, her posh accent staggering, broken by hot, jagged breaths.
You arch your back, your hips canting upward, desperately grinding against thin air. You’re chasing the ghost of her touch, but she keeps you just out of reach, forcing you to watch her take from you.
“I wonder what the press would think,” she whispers, leaning down until her breath ghosts over your damp skin. Her hips roll, slow and agonizingly deliberate. “Your bodyguard using the President’s daughter like a piece of furniture. Think of the scandal. All that dignity, wasted on me.”
“Cait—please. I’ve been wanting you all night,” you beg, your voice a ragged shadow of your public persona. Your hands roam blindly over her body, your cold fingers finding the hard, pebble-peaks of her nipples.
She doesn’t give in. Instead, she hooks a hand under your knee, hiking your leg over her shoulder to expose your wet pussy completely. She shifts, grinding her clit directly against yours in a slick, bruising slide of friction.
A moan tears from your throat, but she smothers it, her mouth crashing onto yours. Her teeth clash against yours, a brutal claim.
“Keep it down,” she murmurs against your lips, her voice heavy with authority. “You don’t want the maids to hear how loud you get for me, do you? I’m your dirty little secret, remember?”
“No—Cait, you’re not a secret—ah, fuck—” You’re babbling now, the facade of the poised socialite left in fragments on the floor. “I’ll let them know. I’ll tell everyone I’m yours—I promise—fuck, Cait, ride my face. Please.”
She doesn’t offer a verbal reply. She knows you won’t. There’s a dull ache that rests beneath her ribs but she simply shifts, positioning her hips over your mouth. Your high-end lip gloss is already smudged across your chin, a mark of her ownership. Your next moan is muffled entirely as she presses her wet, swollen pussy lips against your tongue.
She doesn't ask; she takes. You work for her now, your tongue tracing the slick heat of her while she grinds down, chasing her high with a ruthless, rhythmic pressure.
Caitlyn’s face scrunches, her head falling back as the pleasure racks her. There’s a dark, addictive thrill in the indignity of it—the way a powerful woman in the country is currently nothing but a mess of smudged mascara and her wetness. Down here, behind the marble molding and the locked doors, you aren't an asset to be protected. You’re just a slut for her, and God, she makes you feel it.
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Aren't Caitlyn's lips pink? How does that mean her nipples are not pink? I'm confused.
okie lets get into it!
first of all, Caitlyn's natural lip colour does not veer pink, it veers nude with brown undertones
in situations where we see her with a shadow, generally even the pinkness tends to have a warm undertone rather than a cool one
Vi and Cait in the same scene, for comparison, keeping in mind that 1) this is cool lighting, and 2) Cait's lips are bleeding, which means they are way pinker than normal since all the blood is rushing there. In contrast, Vi's lips look almost purple, since she has a cool undertone
this is in direct sunlight, and i dont think i need to emphasise the difference here, it's pretty easy to see
i will add in Cassandra (who is mixed white and asian btw in case anyone was confused), because Cait seems to have inherited this from her.
The reason why this translates to Caitlyn having brown nipples is that Asians, even fair-skinned Asians, have melatonin. That will often manifest in other ways, like darker knees, underarms, genitalia, and areolas as well. One correlation (And it is a correlation, because while common its not 100 percent) is that fair-skinned Asians who don't blush easily, or have warm-toned lips, will have this hyperpigmentation in other parts of their bodies.
This matters because the number of creators who seem to miss this fact only goes to show how little people understand Asian bodies, often associating Caitlyn with the stereotypical East Asian looks (which manifests in other ways as well, like making her shorter, removing her musculature, softening/rounding out her features, or making her extremely pale while depicting Vi as extremely tanned.)
Moreover, this ties into a lot of issues ppl have in this fandom of "femme Caitlyn", because while not inherently wrong, it brings to light certain unconscious biases that perhaps the fans themselves have not reflected upon. Personally, I have no issue with butchfemme CaitVi, in fact, I have enjoyed it in manyyyy fics when it is done right, and not simply to shoehorn these lovely, multi-faceted characters into a specific box/label.
Keep in mind that I am not the most educated person to be speaking about this; most of my knowledge comes from my own research on hyperpigmentation. If you want to know more, I would be happy to direct you towards more knowledgeable people in the fandom, or, when I have time, hunt down specific posts that may address this.
Synopsis: NSFW with soft dom! Caitlyn and R! receiving. Reader and Caitlyn celebrating the first and second day of Ionian New Year.
This is the 3rd part of my University AU here, but it can also be read as a standalone.
TW: food, semi-private sex
WC: 1.7k
A/N: This was inspired by a prompt from someone cuz idk what to write about CNY. It's also my first time writing explicit smut, so I hope it'll come out alright. Enjoy !
P.S. do not commit flatcest irl.
Image credits here and here
This is your first time celebrating Ionian New Year without your family. It feels unusual and lonely, but you have a strong support system, as you have befriended quite a few people from university and started to adapt to Piltoverian culture. Most importantly, you have Caitlyn, your girlfriend, the bridge between Ionia and Piltover.
********
On the first day of Ionian New Year, you have to attend classes (unfortunately because unlike Ionia, it is not a public holiday in Piltover), which means you can only celebrate it at night. But fret not, you and Caitlyn are going to join a social gathering held by your friend Irelia, to celebrate the festival that represents a new beginning of the year.
There is a lot going on in Irelia's house, with Ionian pop music from different eras blasting in the background, and sounds of joy and laughter filling in the space when everyone is gathered around and having dinner together. Before everyone is ready to feast, all of you hold your drink and chant 「飲杯!」 (Cheers !) and 「大家食飯!」 (Bon appétit everyone !)
The atmosphere, the food, the camaderie feels like home to you.
********
Dinner has ended. It is finally time to play Fish Prawn Crab, an Ionian dice game (minus the gambling) that is dependent on luck and luck only. This is the event that you and Caitlyn are most excited for. Before you start playing, the two of you have come to an agreement —that the loser has to do whatever the winner says for the next day.
Ahri is the biggest winner eventually, then Akali. You have won 5 points, which is better than none. Caitlyn however, has lost 15 points.
You want to remind her of the deal, but it seems that she has a bit too much to drink. You see her fighting the urge to fall asleep, and you know as a responsible girlfriend, it is time for you to bid your friends goodbye and return to the flat together for a good night's sleep.
Right after Caitlyn crawls onto her bed, you put a pack of soda crackers, ibuprofen, her water bottle and a plastic bag right next to her nightstand.
You put a quick peck on her forehead, whispering. "Sleep well, Cait." And you can hear her mumbling "Thank you my sweetheart" the second before she falls into a deep sleep.
During that time, you have forgotten about the bet, only hoping that she will not suffer from a terrible hangover.
********
The next day
You are in the kitchen making fried eggs for yourself. All of a sudden, Caitlyn emerges and embraces you from behind, with her nuzzling onto your shoulder and her arms wrapping around your waist.
With your head tilted slightly, you ask. "Hi Cait ! You alright ? How is your hangover ?" She fondly wipes away the soy sauce stain on the corner of your lips, kisses you softly, then replies, "I'm alright darling, I ate the soda crackers and took the medicine you left for me at the bedside table. I'm really sorry for drinking too much, I really do feel like a lemon right now for ruining our night. I promise you that I won't need you to babysit me again. I—"
You cup her face, reassuring her. "Cait, you are my girlfriend. I love you and I want to take care of you no matter what, okay ? I'm not mad at you. In fact, I had a great time competing against you when we played Fish Prawn Crab last night." You grin at her mischievously.
"Speaking of which," Caitlyn hums tenderly while anticipating for your touch, "I still remember clearly the deal we made. And I lost." She adds. "So you can do whatever you want for today." She gradually pulls you closer to her, with her right hand squeezing your arse, and her left hand stroking your hair.
Thrilled that she cannot take her hands off you, you decide to tease her a bit by saying "Hmmm…I want you to…have a Sunday roast with me."
Caitlyn's smile fades away. "Darling." She adds. "We just had it last weekend, with my parents, remember ? Besides, I recall someone saying to me that it is not your thing—"
"Yes yes you got me ! It was a joke." You stare at her with your puppy eyes. "I'd love to have authentic dim sum with you. I miss having 蝦餃、燒賣、鳳爪 (shrimp dumplings, siumai, chicken feet) back home ! They're my favourite." You further wrap your arms around Caitlyn's neck. "Have you ever tried chicken feet ?"
Caitlyn beams at you. "I knew you're joking. I know one place where they make homemade dim sum from fresh Ionian ingredients. It's very authentic and tasty. My mother would always bring me to eat there on the weekends. I hated waking up early but now I definitely see the appeal. I've grown to be like my mother to enjoy dim sum with a few cups of Pu'er in the morning."
"And about chicken feet, I've always loved them as long as I can remember. But it's always me and my father who order them since my mother isn't that keen on eating it. What about you, love ?"
You step closer to her, fondling her hand. Gosh, why is it so hot in here, it's only February ! "I can't believe auntie doesn't like it !" You add, "I actually haven't had any until recently. Like around a year ago." Caitlyn looks shocked with her bright blue eyes. "No really, I thought it looked scary. Until I built up the courage and tried once. It was very chewy, savoury and delicious ! To me it was like a sudden revelation, and from that moment on I have to order it whenever I have the chance."
Caitlyn chuckles at your adorable expressions, watching the way your face blush like a tomato when you continue to caress her hand in soft, smooth, gentle touches.
The air stills for a moment when you hear her controlled heavy breathing, and you realise she is looking at your pink plump lips.
********
It is probably only 10 degrees Celcius in the kitchen, and yet you feel like your body is melting.
Despite all of this, you slowly interlace your fingers with Caitlyn's, not letting go of the girl you are so smittened with.
Her pupils dilate, and the dam of restraint breaks completely.
Swiftly, she grabs the collar of your jumper, then closing the distance with her mouth crashing onto yours.
********
Minutes have passed. Nevertheless, it seems that the two of you are too hot and bothered to realise that you are frantically making out in the communal kitchen .
You are pinned against the wall by Caitlyn, with her towering over you and her tongue ferociously entwining with yours. The kiss is sloppy, and yet it is a passionate, fervent dance that proclaims the mutual love exuding from the two of you.
You can feel your damp underwear from the erotic way you feel Caitlyn; the sizzling sensation that is done by your adorable, affectionate girlfriend.
You guide Caitlyn's hand onto your chest, and you cannot help but shamelessly moan her name from the way she is playing with your sensitive breast.
Her other hand, however, is wandering further down to your stomach, your trembling thighs, then inside your underwear; rubbing and massaging your throbbing, aching clit in circles.
You cannot help but enthusiastically thrust your hips, to chase the proximity between you and her fingers, desperately begging. "Cait, ah—yes, right there—" and "Faster, I'm so close—"
"You're safe with me, my love, you can let go for me." Caitlyn chirps, listening to the obsence sounds from your puffy wet cunt that echoes across the kitchen."You are doing so well, my sweet girl." You bury your head on her shoulder, whimpering from all the stimulation and ecstasy. She continues to soothe you, murmuring— "Don't be shy. Let it all out, my darling."
Caitlyn certainly knows how to pleasure your favourite spot; along with her words of encouragement and praise, it takes less than 15 seconds for you to climax (and scream her name so loudly that, perhaps, the entire flat could hear you.)
********
Once you have gotten down from your high, in a panting, breathless state—the horrific realisation that you just shagged your girlfriend in a communal area hit you like a freezing cold bucket of water.
You slightly push Caitlyn away, panicking. "Oh my goodness, what have we done ?!"
Caitlyn doesn't say anything at first, but you can see her pouting, feeling very embarrassed and guilty about her actions. "Shit," she mutters.
To lighten up the awkward moment and your upset girlfriend, you look at your watch, suggesting. "Cait ? It's now 10am, let's go to the teahouse you suggested right now. We agreed to yum cha together, remember ?"
Caitlyn slowly nods, looking incredibly anxious with the way she is fidgeting with her hands. "I'm so, so sorry darling, I was so caught up in the moment. This is entirely my fault, I swear I will never, ever do it again—"
You caress her rosy cheeks, reassuring her. "Shh, Cait, it's okay. I'm in the wrong too. I enjoyed the sex very much, but we have to be mindful from now on so our flatmates won't witness things they're not supposed to see."
Caitlyn agrees. "Let's go outside right now so that we can behave properly. We'll see a lot of retired aunties and uncles in there. They'll be scandalised by any public displays of affection."
You frenziedly grab your phone and your coat. Still feeling incredibly aroused, you decide to tease and flirt with Caitlyn one more time, whispering to her ear. "After breakfast, you can do whatever you want to me. In my bed." You sensually kiss her neck, though tempted, you do not leave a mark. "For the rest of the day." You continue.
You then seize her soaked fingers that invigorated your clit moments ago, stare at her with a wicked gaze so intoxicated by lust, and lick them clean, one by one, tasting the sour, tangy flavour of yourself in the process.
Caitlyn's eyes widen, her cheeks redden. She urgently, impatiently and unwaveringly holds your hands like a prayer, declaring— "Then let's not waste any time and head off now. Please. Aren't you a good girl ? For me ?"
You giggle, leaving with Caitlyn, hand in hand, and shut the kitchen door.
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ahem.. could you do more somnophilia with caitlyn? if thats not a problem ofc!!💖💖
Ofc!!
You and Caitlyn were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. It was date night, and one of her rare evenings off. You loved when she held you close like this. It always felt so assuring, like she’d always be there for you.
You snuggled closer to her, resting your head on her chest. It was so relaxing, you could have fallen asleep.
“Darling?” Caitlyn looked over to you, not all that surprised to find you asleep. “Silly girl.. she never makes it through a whole movie.” She murmured to herself, stroking your hair gently. You looked so adorable when you slept… the slow rise and fall of your chest, your slightly parted lips, and the way you trusted her so much, you could fall asleep right there.
Caitlyn’s hand drifted from your head to your cheek, then to your chest. It didn’t matter how large or small your breasts we’re, she’d play with them anyways. You sighed softly in your sleep, just barely stirring. Caitlyn felt a sudden rush of desire and shifted her position, lowering you down onto the couch slowly.
She was on top of you, staring at you hungrily as you just slept there. That was really all you had to do. Look so peaceful and pretty, and she fell apart.
Caitlyn slowly slid her hands up your shirt and lifted your bra, fondling you gently. She lifted your shirt next and kissed from your midriff to your breasts, giving each one her full attention with her tongue.
Caitlyn was now lying beside you, kissing and sucking on your neck as her other hand slid down underneath your panties, rubbing your clit slowly. “Nngh…” you groaned softly, all the while remaining asleep.
The last thing Caitlyn wanted to do was disrupt your peaceful slumber. She always made sure to be careful of that.
Her ministrations were always so gentle and light. The feeling of her two long fingers rubbing up and down your slit was enough to make your legs squeeze shut on instinct.
“Ah ah ah, that won’t do.” Caitlyn whispered softly, parting your legs slowly. She slid your panties down and laid herself down between your thighs. Holding you down with one hand over your abdomen, she latched herself onto your pussy and began sucking and licking.
Your sleeping body still stirred and jolted, but lot seems that wasn’t enough to wake you.
Caitlyn adored the way your sleepy face twitched, and your breathy whines as she continued eating you out.
“…Cait…” You murmured, making Caitlyn stop. Were you awake? “Caitlyn…” you said again, this time making Caitlyn sit up. Sure enough you were still sleep, only calling her name. “Caitlyn…” were you dreaming of her? That made Caitlyn’s heart race, and drive her right back to that she was doing before.
Caitlyn held your thighs next to her face, and lavished your cunt with more attention from her tongue. When your body trembled with an orgasm, she backed up to find you were stirring.
Yours eyes were slightly open, but it was clear you weren’t fully awake yet. Caitlyn caressed your face and cooed “awww… you’re simply the sweetest thing aren’t you? Just lie back, I’m here.” Caitlyn slid off her own pants and underwear, rubbing her own slit to spread her wetness around before settling her cunt on top of yours.
When she began to grind it against you, a guttural moan came from her throat. You were so vulnerable like this, and that made Caitlyn hungry for more. She leaned down, and held your hands down by intertwining her fingers with yours. “Sorry… I did it again…” Caitlyn whispered into your ear, voice breaking as your clits bumped against each other. “Cait?..” You slowly came to the realization of what was happening, and whined softly into her neck.
“Stay quiet, can you do that for me?” She managed to whisper between her own moans. She silenced you with a kiss, moving her hips faster, making you whimper into her mouth.
Caitlyn’s swollen clit met yours again, making your whole body seize up with your second orgasm.
Caitlyn lifted herself off of you, exposing your pussy to the cold air. Your still dazed expression made Caitlyn’s lust return. That was normal though. It always took more than one round to satisfy her.
You were still coming in and out of sleep as you felt yourself being rolled over. Before you knew it, Caitlyn’s strap was pushing into you, and a hand came to cover your mouth. She always liked doing that.
“Shhh… be quiet my love. Go back to sleep.” She suddenly became rougher, slamming her hips into you at a brutal pace. It was safe to say you were fully awake now.
Caitlyn was kissing from your ear to your neck, whispering praises as she did so. You didn’t even notice how your saliva had began to coat the back of her hand. “Good… does that feel good? No need to hold yourself back my love…”
You came again, moaning into her hand and trying to move from beneath her. Caitlyn slowed down and pulled the toy from inside you. “Sorry. You just looked so cute sleeping on my shoulder. I couldn’t help myself.” Caitlyn lifted you to lean against her again. Her arms came around your back and she rested her chin on your head. The rest of the night faded into a sleepy blur.
c/w: dom!Cait sub!reader, strap on sex, consensual somnophilia, Cait has a mommy kink
You were sleeping peacefully in the lavish master-bedroom of the Kiramman mansion. Caitlyn didn’t usually come home when you went to sleep. Work tended to keep her out late, but she’d always snuggle up to you to make her presence known. Tonight was different though. Caitlyn wanted more than a cuddle.
You started to stir from your sleep as you felt your panties being dragged down your thighs. “Shh… it’s just mommy..” Caitlyn whispered in your ear, nibbling it gently. Caitlyn lifted the covers and placed herself between your legs, spreading your cunt for her to see.
She leaned in and stuck her tongue inside as far as it could go. When you only slightly stirred, she rubbed your thighs comfortingly. You were so cute when you slept. Caitlyn didn’t know what exactly it was, but seeing you sleeping got her just as worked up as you teasing her did. Somnophilia was what came up when she did more research. She was a little surprised given how odd of an interest it was, but she wasn’t going to fight it.
Of course you’d spoken to Caitlyn about her unorthodox interests, and expressed your consent for it. Caitlyn doesn’t do it all the time, but sometimes you will wake up to her rutting you desperately with her strap.
Maybe she would do that tonight, but she’d see what she felt like after eating you out. Caitlyn couldn’t resist you. Nothing compared to your body, voice, taste, you were the best it could possibly be in her eyes. The quiet whimpers and little twitches you made only spurred her on.
Caitlyn’s lips parted from your saliva covered mound. She rushed to take her pants off, and removed her panties. All the while, you slept mostly peacefully. Caitlyn reached two fingers down and began fingerling herself, already soaked from playing with your sleeping body. You were lying there, mostly unmoving, with your pajama pants pulled down and panties around your knees. She did this to you. Something about that fact made Caitlyn moan out loud, quickening the pace until she could reach her own climax.
Caitlyn fumbled with her harness, too excited to take her time. You yawned, sending her heart into overdrive. You were so beautiful, lying there like sleeping beauty, completely aware of just how much you drove her crazy.
Caitlyn slowly pushed the navy strap inside you, watching as the engraved initials “C.K.” Disappeared into your tight heat. You stirred, face contorting as she held your legs by that soft spot behind the knees. “Fuck…” Caitlyn rasped, moving her hips just to watch your cunt stretch around her.
The sight was erotic, and Caitlyn couldn't hold back the small groan that left her lips. Something about doing this to you still felt so forbidden and wrong, but that’s what Caitlyn liked about it. The scandal, the trust you put in her to do this to you as you slept, and the quiet noises of the sheets shifting, and your pussy squelching on her strap.
Caitlyn pulled out slowly, opting to roll you over onto your stomach. She spread your ass apart and settled herself on top of you, adjusting till she could slide back into your soaked entrance. This was Caitlyn’s favorite position. She adored being on top of you, humping you like a starved animal
Suddenly, you let out a whimper that was louder than the rest. You were awake. Caitlyn pressed the palm of her hand to your lips, keeping you quiet. “Shhh…. It’s late… Mommy’s almost finished. Go back to sleep honey.” That’s what she told you, but it was clear Caitlyn’s goal wasn’t to put you to sleep. You moaned into her soft but cold hand, feeling her pace increase.
“You’re doing so well… I’m sorry for waking you, my love, I just got home and saw you sleeping so enticingly.” She whispered. Caitlyn licked up the shell of your ear, nipping and pulling it gently. You couldn’t move much aside from lifting your head. Caitlyn was smothering you, and your legs felt like jelly. She was in complete control, just how she liked it.
Your legs clenched as you came, whining into Caitlyn’s hand as she rocked her hips gently to stretch out your pleasure for as long as she could. “Good girl…shhh…it’s okay.” She rubbed your hip in circles, giving a few more thrusts for good measure. She slowly pulled out of your thoroughly used body and pulled your panties up, patting your clothed cunt gently before standing up to get herself ready for bed.
When Caitlyn came back, you felt her pull you in close and kiss your forehead. “Do you need anything before I go to sleep?” She whispered, rubbing your back soothingly. “Water…” you mumbled. Caitlyn sat up and took the glass she had on her nightstand. “Sit up darling.” You sleepily adjusted yourself and put your lips on the glass, drinking slowly as Caitlyn held it for you in her much steadier hand. When you were finished, she settled down into the covers, holding you tight as she let sleep take her.
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