rai !

Squelch! Squelch!

She pumped her enormous strap inside of your leaking hole, pounding from behind at an aggressive pace as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the empty mansion.

“You fancy this, don't you?” She hissed, grasping at your hips — her neatly trimmed yet sharp nails digging into the flesh, enough to make a cut.

Her back arched, descending her chin to slurp up your blood but still hammering into you at a relentless speed. She never slowed down, she only continued to speed up — you wondered how isn't she exhausted? But her vampire abilities say otherwise, fucking you like a beast, which she technically was at this point.

Her red eyes glinting from behind you, her fangs shimmering as she cleaned the cut on your hip, lost in the sensation of your blood and arousal.

“Shall I… carry on with this unceasingly? Breed you with and fill you up with my dhampirs.” Her voice pierced like a dagger, the crackling of the soft campfire muffled by your loud cries lost in the dark night.

“Yes, please.. mmgh, so.. ha, good!” Your moans came out in haggard breaths, desperately reaching for something to grab on while the hard tip kissed your cervix perfectly. “Oh!” You cried out, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as the pleasure was so overwhelming — mixing in with your slickness, oozing on your inner thighs.

Your vampire lover’s breath ghosted over your neck, her ashen hands brushing the long hair covering the skin that she wanted so badly to bite and sink her pointy fangs into.

“So greedy, and so tight.” She hummed, groaning whilst she thrusted even deeper into you. “Taking me so good, sweetheart.” You whimpered at her sultry voice, clenching tighter around her length.

You felt so full, overflowing with pre-cum as you tried to squirm away from her — though, she only gripped you tighter and pushed you to plunge back into her member. “Please! I can't.. ngh, fuck.. you're too big… agh..”

She smirked at that, “Oh poor you, my precious human can't take my cock?” You shut your eyes, sobbing violently whilst she tilted your chin up to face the mirror in front of the two of you. “Open your eyes, dear.” She ordered, squeezing your jawline — a silent threat.

You whimpered, snapping your head up as she kissed your neck — her fangs barely grazing against the sensitive skin. You stared at the mirror, only your reflection showing. “Look at how beautiful you look, an ethereal soul just waiting to be devoured by me.”

You looked miserable, bent over whilst tears rolled down your cheek as your nude breasts bounced from seemingly nothing. The tip of the strap peeked from your thighs, disappearing into your mound as she retracted before bashing into your throbbing pussy again — forcing you to accidentally trip slightly from the force.

“Augh.. ngh.. fu— fuck…” Her hand forced her way around your chin, making you stare at your reflection only as she laughed while pathetically fucking you. “Good, good.” She chuckled, her voice tainted with posh while an invisible presence ruined your insides with an ecstatic sensation.

Then, without warning, she bit down at your neck, followed by a loud scream from you. “Ah, what the hell—!” You shouted, trying to push her pale skin away but her supernatural strength opposed yours — her tongue sucking at your blood like it was sacred.

Her fangs rummaged through your neck, nipping at it gently as her venom sprouted through your veins, jolting you into a serene state. “Ahh! No— hah… more…” You panted, trying to deny the power but her toxin was meant to drive you in place.

You stayed like a rock, taking all of her as you the knot in your stomach started to unravel — growing tighter while her pace picked up and the new angle hit your g-spot perfectly, the spongy and vulgar sounds falling on your blurry ears. “Oh for goodness sake, please please please!”

She continued to relish your battle-sweat, dripping onto her fangs as she continued to take, take and take. While making sure you got all the pleasure from down there, pussy squeezing firmly around her cock — sucking and feeling every vein, and texture of it.

“You taste sophisticated.” Her voice was muffled, the action sending vibrations through your throbbing wound. “You'll taste even better when you cum, my lady.”

“I'm gonna.. please.. let me cum! Ngh, fuckkk! Oh.. yes, yes..!” You hit your pinnacle, still glaring at your unholy expression as you squirted — seeping onto her member whilst you cried out, your whimpers falling onto the dead forest and night.

She didn't stop, only fucking through your high as she felt your muscles slowly relax then that's where she pulled out. Licking your wound, attempting to heal it with her venomous saliva. “I apologize, my love. I had taken too much, I must control myself next time.”

The feeling of emptiness settled through your nerves while she pulled you onto her lap, her reflection still merely a mist as you stared back at the mirror that revealed your pitiful behavior just moments ago.

“No, I loved it.”

The venom slowly vanished, her cold body wrapped and entangled around your limbs as she peppered kisses on your body — giving special attention to the injury on your neck.

Frogs croaked as you fell asleep next to the campfire, and the mirror. Snoring as she only watched over you, making sure you were safe. “Sleep well, my lady.”

a/n: this was super duper short and i'm so sorry for that! i was just watching a video about that girl dancing around in a party but then she looks at a mirror and it shows no reflection, literally just her. and i thought, how would that happen in a freaky scenario?! so boom! anywayz, i've been so busy so i've had no time for writing... but, there might be a vi x reader fic coming soon lol.

Your burning love for her started as soon as you first laid eyes on her. That day, in the laboratory — was the day you learned the true epitome of beauty. “Y/N, this is Sprout.” Your lab partner, Jayce, smirked. “Our families are close friends.” His words blurred together, serving as mere background noise while she laughed and slapped him with his teasing.

“My name is not Sprout, that's just a lousy nickname Jayce gave me.” The navy-blue haired girl smiled, the golden rays of the sun peeking out of the curtains and washing her silhouette beautifully. “My name's Caitlyn.” She stuck out her hand for you to shake. Whilst it was only a brief moment of contact, you wanted nothing more than to feel those gentle fingers again — her warmth sprouting in your veins.

Ever since that day, you've been using Jayce as an excuse to see her, even if it was for a few seconds. The laboratory had become a second home to you at this rate, spending your time whenever you had free time — tinkering with the screws and gears. Soon, Jayce found out that you had a silly crush on his friend so he set you two up on a date which ended quite amazingly with your first kiss.

You two saw each other every day. At classes, at parties, or even in the hallways. Both of you would steal one quick peck whenever.

It was going great, you knew Caitlyn was definitely ‘the one’ both of you shared such chemistry and bonded over common things that you both liked — she was such a splendid girlfriend, always knowing what you want at the right time and ensuring you're doing alright.

But when it came to meeting her parents… oh God, that’s something that ended horribly. “You are not fit for our daughter's expectations, you must leave!” Her parents shouted at you, the words still echoing throughout your mind in agony. Though, you were not gonna let her parents be the barrier between your love.

It had been a week since that incident, you haven't seen Caitlyn in a while because her parents strictly prohibited her from seeing you ever again. But, you still exchanged messages with her, it was hell not to barge in her house and kiss her right in front of her parents which you could've done— Wait.

An idea appeared in your head. It wasn't practical, it wasn't allowed and it was definitely risky. Though, what was stopping you from sneaking in Caitlyn's room? You knew where she lived and your instincts drove you to ride your motorcycle towards it.

On your trip to her estate, you stopped by her favourite bakery, a flower shop and a toy shop that carried teddy bears.

And now here you are, standing in front of the gates of the Kiramman estate during the evening. With your arms occupied with gifts of flowers, a box of cupcakes and a teddy bear that had the same color as your girlfriend's eyes.

You parked your motorcycle in a hidden corner so her parents or the guards wouldn't grow suspicious, and at the same time, you've found a blind spot — which lucky for you, was in front of Caitlyn's window.

You climbed the gates, quietly. Hiding your figure behind a tree and observing the lights and soft music coming out from her window. A smile formed on your lips as you saw her, dancing in a stiff but adorable manner while cleaning her bedroom.

A pebble rested near your shoe, so you grabbed it and aimed it towards her closed window. Thud! The small pebble hit against the clear glass, falling onto the strands of grass in Caitlyn's backyard before she stopped and peeked outside.

Both of your gazes met, your heart skipping a beat as you finally saw those ethereal eyes again — widening at you while she wore deluxe pajamas with lace linings, her hair slightly messy. Caitlyn opened her window, the classical music now entering your ears. “What are you doing here?!” She whispered, her blue eyebrows furrowing. “I wanted to see you.” You responded, gesturing towards the gifts in your hands. “Can I enter?”

She looked around in worry, before sighing in defeat. “You may.” At that, you placed the bouquet of flowers in your mouth, biting the wrapper whilst balancing the teddy bear and the box of cupcakes under one arm — receiving a soft giggle from Caitlyn.

Then, you turned your body to face directly at the tree you were hiding behind. Your arms wrapped around it, feet digging into the brown bark and climbing onto it. “Be careful, dear!” She ushered, covering her mouth as you almost stumbled down. At last, you made it to the top of the tree, so close to your girlfriend.

“I'm gonna jump, okay?” You said but your words were muffled by the wrapper as you adjusted your body properly. “Are you a maniac?!” She shook her head at a fast pace while waving her hands in rejection. You ignored her words, smirking as you prepared.

She kept shouting, before you leaped directly towards her, your chest hitting the rough frame of her window. “Oh crap—” Your feet searched for leverage as your arms slipped from her window frame, about to fall down until — you felt her fingers catch you, gripping around your back and helping you up to her room.

Finally, you made it to her room. You looked around, spotting the crumpled papers of her homework and the broom resting near her huge bed whilst classical music blasted from her radio — covering the loud chaos that unleashed from your trip on the way up.

She grabbed the collar of your shirt, removing the bouquet of flowers from your mouth, tossing it onto the floor and pulling you into a kiss.

Her plump lips tasted of blueberry pie, shoving you closer to her like she was desperate and begging you not to leave. Her tongue slipped in, dancing with yours while you faltered backwards — your lower back crashing with the open window, but you didn't care, you needed her. You kissed her back passionately, finding the back of her neck and cupping it.

Eventually, both of you pulled apart to breathe. The sounds of panting filling the room, at the same time, Caitlyn rested her head on your chest. “You can't be here.” She sighed, the faint scent of her shampoo entering your nose.

Your fingers brushed her navy-blue hair, the howling of the wind swaying it gently. “I know.” You declared, tilting her chin up to bore into her eyes properly. A groan slipped past your lips while Caitlyn guided you to her bed, the mattress dipping from both of your weight as you laid down.

“My parents would cut your head off if they found out that you were here.” Her eyebrows creased, turning her body sideways to stare at you. “Doesn't matter, I’ll fight them.” You winked teasingly, followed by Caitlyn's laughter. “You'd have to battle all the guards in this estate before you get to actually face them.” She chuckled, interlocking her fingers with yours as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I just want to see you.” You whispered, sadness creaking through your tone. “I do too, as well.” Caitlyn admitted. “But, it is forbidden. You know that.” She closed her eyes, your thumb rubbing in soft circles while you two continued to hold hands — not wanting to separate from the other's warmth, even if it was only a soft touch.

A comfortable silence settled between both of you, just happy enough to be in the presence of another without any distractions. After a moment, you realized that you dropped the gifts on the floor during the kiss. “Oh, right. I brought you something!” You stood up, picking the stack of gifts and holding it out as she followed.

“Oh, love.” She giggled, accepting the three gifts. “You didn't have to.” You laughed at her statement, shaking her head while the aroma of cupcakes and flowers spread through the room — Caitlyn's eyes lighting up. “You are the greatest, you know that?” She sobbed, taking a bite of a cupcake.

She hugged the teddy bear, and placed the bouquet of flowers into an empty vase on her desk whilst she continued to chomp at the snack. A tiny stain of cream appeared on the side of her lips as she finished, you wiped it with your finger and licked it clean. “Wanna get out of here for a bit?” You watched as she put the box in her mini fridge, eyes hinting interest at your question.

“What do you propose?” Caitlyn asked, tilting her head. “A date.” Your words were said in a firm tone, crossing your arms with a cheeky smile while she contemplated. “I have a curfew, you know that.” She huffed, but it was clear she was still thinking about it. “Come on, it'll be quick!” You grabbed your motorcycle keys from your pocket, taunting her with it — an amused scoff escaping her lips.

You pulled her by the waist, the space between you two disappearing. “It’ll be fun, when’s the last time we've had time together?” Your voice was filled with persuasion, a smirk on your lips while you caressed her back gently while you placed a tender kiss on her neck. Caitlyn sighed. “Fine, just make sure I get back before 10pm.” She huffed with mock frustration, before you carried her in your arms — bridal-style.

“What are you doing?!” She laughed, smacking you gently. You snorted. The window opened and you jumped while using the tree as a firefighter pole, making sure she didn't fall as your feet fell down on the soft grass. “I’ll make sure you have a great time, baby.” A grin formed on your mouth, running to your motorcycle and placing her body carefully on the seat.

You snatched the motorcycle helmets, and put one on Caitlyn's head, the accessory appearing large on her small head. You made sure it was tightened properly, double-checking that it wouldn't fall. Then, you put on yours before you shoved your keys into the hole. “Ready?” You asked, turning your head at her and revving up the engine.

She wrapped her arms around your torso, gripping it firmly before you started driving. It was 8:30pm, you had two hours with her, that was more than enough — well, if you drove fast enough. You accelerated, doing tricks on the road that forced Caitlyn's arms to tighten. “Stop that! It is frightening me rather than impressing me!” She shouted, closing her eyes through the helmet.

You teased her about her fear, “Relax, I got you.” You did one last trick, your front wheel raising in the air as you revved the engine again — followed by a loud cheer from you. Eventually, your front wheels fell back on the road, recovering easily. “You're horrendous! That did not calm me down!” She screamed, her voice wavering.

“Sorry.” You giggled, though it wasn't apologetic, you couldn’t help but admit that you enjoyed seeing the Caitlyn Kiramman, who was always so confident — lose her composure for a few moments. “You are not.” Her posh accent was compelling, relaxation finally settling in her nerves as you continued to drive gently this time.

The destination was nearing, the surface of her helmet smushed against your back as the soft humming of the engine and vehicles passed by — falling on both of your ears while Caitlyn hugged your waist.

It was evening, yet the bright park buzzed with energy as the figure of the ferris wheel slowly came into view. “You stated this was going to be quick.” She grumbled in mock annoyance, though you knew she was just as excited as you are. “Before 10, that was what you said.” The motorcycle came to a halt, you twisted your body to turn at her and assisted her in taking off the helmet.

You took off yours, and walked to the festival. Your hand sprawled out for her, “Ready to have fun, my lady?” You teased, paired with a snicker from her while she intertwined her hand with yours — followed by a quick peck on your temple.

The two of you walked to the energetic festival, hand in-hand and immediately greeted by loud laughter and children running around.

Both of you looked around for a while, just walking around with no idea of where you're going until Caitlyn spotted a shooting stall with a bucket filled to the brim with expensive prices of candy as the top prize. “May we try that?” She pointed, you nodded, paying the stall owner with a few bucks.

The man gave her a toy rifle that shot out plastic toy balls. The tiny cardboard figures start moving around with some cheery kid theme song playing loudly in the background, it was a typical carnival shooting game that was probably rigged but you let Caitlyn steal the stage for now.

She folded her body in half, bending whilst aiming the toy rifle properly as if she was at a real shooting range. Crack! The first figure fell down, the ball rolling onto the ground as the stall owner started to smoke without even looking at her. “Nice one.” You complimented, analyzing the way she bit her lip in focus.

Another one fell down, then another, until two rows were empty. You noticed that the stall owner’s eyes widened as he dropped the cigarette, brushing his hair in an anxious manner. “That's enough—” He walked over until you shoved more money into his chest, “Let her play.” You interrupted, watching your girlfriend wear a smug look on her face.

It was only three more cardboard figures to get the grand prize, and you could tell by the way the stall owner looked — no one has ever gotten this far. “You got this, Cait!” You cheered, observing the way her fingers rested onto the trigger.

Each one fell with a soft thud, followed by a cheer as the ball hit the last one. You shouted and hugged her up in the air, celebrating. “You're amazing!” You laughed, and waved her body around. The stall owner muttered something under his breath, before giving Caitlyn the bucket filled with candies.

She looked at it, placing it in your hands instead. “What?” You asked in confusion. “It's for you, dear.” She grinned, watching your reaction. “No, no. You won it!” Caitlyn only shook her head at your remark, “It was child's play.” She boasted, drifting her gaze back to the annoyed stall owner who tossed his cigarette to the ground.

“You were fantastic.” Both of you continued your trip, “I’m an excellent shot, aren't I?” She bragged, dragging the belt loops of your jeans while she said her words in a cocky manner. You took a Kit-Kat out of the bucket, chomping on it as you recalled how adorable Caitlyn looked when she was shooting.

The night slowly passed on. You went to numerous places in the festival. From carnival rides, multiple stalls and games that got her clothes drenched at one point. You had fun, finally satisfied with the short but valuable time you've spent with your girlfriend — watching her shout in frustration, happiness and cockiness.

You were both perched at a bench, the remnants of the crowd slowly dispersing. “Brrr.” Caitlyn shivered, her clothes still leaking from the water-game. You chuckled, removing your coat and placing it around her shoulders as she leaned closer to you — using your warmth to replace the coldness. “I told you that game was a bad idea.” You teased, letting your gaze fall on the way she ate her vanilla ice cream that you spent the last of your cents on.

“Well,” She started. “Perhaps, I only did that because an individual told me that she was going to ‘shield’ me from the water.” Her words were emphasized with sarcasm, recalling the moment where you failed to protect her in time. “Yeah, and you chose to buy ice cream while you're still cold and shivering.” You giggled, cuddling her back.

It was now 9:20pm.

You looked up at the ferris wheel, the lights flickering softly. “We still have time.” Caitlyn tilted her head in confusion at your words, “It's getting late.” She grumbled, hugging the sleeves of your coat as you helped her up. “You can't go to a festival and not go to the ferris wheel, that's like… a crime!” Your arms sprawled up dramatically as you pulled her wrist to the bright, tall circle.

Both of you sat down beside each other, the creaking of the ferris wheel and your soft breathing filling the cabin. “Thank you for today.” Caitlyn sighed, smiling at you whilst her hand rested on your lap. “I'm just happy you had fun.” You declared. “Wait. You had fun right?” Your eyes widened, before your heart sinked.

She sneered at you, tugging your arm gently. “Of course I did.” Her voice was stained with love, hopelessly sighing. “You are aware that there is a possibility that we won't be seeing each other for a long time, are you?” Caitlyn’s eyes shut, a frown on your face at the realization. “That's not our focus right now.” You said gently, holding her hands tighter.

The cabin was reaching its pinnacle, the view of the whole festival visible from up here. You gripped Caitlyn's hand firmly as the cabin shook, anxiety creeping up on your face as you closed your eyes. “Easy.” She caressed your arm tenderly, her voice gentle while you slowly settled. “Sorry, I just wasn't expecting it.” You laughed, and turned to face her.

You stared at the view, the whole festival dancing with vitality. Then, you looked at her properly. You swear that her eyes made the stardust look dim — she was divine, her eyes reflecting the lanterns of the festival. “I love you.” You blurted out.

Caitlyn smiled, “I am devoted to you, my love.”

The two of you tangled in a warm embrace, the ferris wheel felt as if it was never ending — time slowing down to just the two of you, encapsulated together with a beautiful view. You wanted nothing more than to capture this moment, and keep it together. But, reality struck as your feet met the ground.

9:45pm. “Let's bring you home.” The trip on the way back was silent, it was filled with a bit of sadness underneath. But, you were happy with the time spent together — you're just glad that you knew that even with the separation and challenges, she still felt the same way about you.

You helped her climb the gate. “How are we gonna do this?” You snickered, rubbing your head while you scaled the window. “I am not as versatile as you.” She confessed, fidgeting with her fingers awkwardly. “Hmm…”

“Get on my shoulders babe.” Your knees shrunk, gesturing for her to climb. “Uh— what? Are you certain about this?” Caitlyn stuttered. You nodded, before she hesitantly stepped onto your shoulders — stumbling slightly until you gripped her ankles tightly.

The new height added helped her climb her window, you watched as she entered her room and looked down at you. You stood in your spot, not knowing what to do. “Uh…” You definitely did not want to go, but you couldn't stay. “What are you doing?” She perched her eyebrow, eyeing you down with a cheeky grin as she rested her chin on her hand. “Sorry, I'll go. Bye—”

“You are not staying?”

You snapped your gaze back towards her, confusion on your face while you ensured you heard it correctly. “What?” You murmured. “Stay the night.” Caitlyn said casually, as if it was obvious. “Your parents though…” Your voice shook, thinking about what would happen if you two got caught.

“Just…!” She raised her voice. “Stay. Please, darling.” Her tone was filled with desperation, her eyebrows furrowing while she continued to tower over you.

An amused sigh left your lips, before you climbed the tree again, entering her window. Caitlyn closed the window with a soft Click! locking it for the night, ensuring that you wouldn't leave. You borrowed some of her clothes, that definitely were too small for you — her waist was snatched, while yours was… well, it wasn't as small as hers.

You settled onto the bed, analyzing that she locked her door, hoping that nobody would enter. Then, she lunged at you, straddling your hips as she met your lips. At the same time, she unbuttoned some of the buttons on your shirt, revealing a bit of your cleavage. “Mmmm.” You let out a soft moan, cupping her cheeks while you nibbed on her bottom lip, about to enter your tongue when—

Knock! Knock!

“Caitlyn?” A familiar but terrifying voice sprang from the hallway, you knew exactly who it was. Both of you pulled apart, disheveled whilst Caitlyn's lipstick was slightly smudged and your shirt l was half-way open. Your eyes widened, she immediately got up and urged you to hide under the bed as the doorknob slowly twisted.

You hid under the bed, staying still as a rock and holding your breath. “Oh, dear. I specifically told you to clean your room! You know that the maid is ill at the moment.” Ms. Cassandra scowled, the figure of her ankles showing while she walked around the room. “I… perhaps got busy with my lectures.” Caitlyn lied through her teeth, trying to sound as believable as ever.

“Busy? Is that Y/N bothering you again? Is she a distraction?” Ms. Cassandra frowned, you flinched at the mention of your name — covering your mouth to not squeak a noise on accident. “No. Mother, I am about to enter my slumber, what are you doing here?” Caitlyn sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as her mother continued to inspect the room.

She opened a cabinet suddenly, “A-hah!—” Realizing it's just a pile of clothes, she huffed and closed it gently. “What are you doing, mother?” Caitlyn's voice shook, anxiety hidden underneath, barely leaking through as she dropped her gaze to where you were still hiding. Your heart dropped as you realized what she was doing, trying to find you in the room… you closed your eyes, praying silently whilst you heard her footsteps grow closer.

Her mother's feet stopped directly in front of your hiding spot. “Hmm.” She exhaled, crossing her arms as a tense silence filled the room — the sound of your heartbeat echoing throughout your ears. “I assumed I had heard voices, I must be hallucinating.” Ms. Cassandra sighed in defeat, walking back to the doorway before looking at the room one more time. “Goodnight, my dear. Sleep well.” She said in a gentle tone, replacing the frustrated demeanor you usually knew.

“I am expecting,” She suddenly raised her voice, “That you tidy your room.” Then at that, she closed the door. You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding, waiting a few seconds to ensure that she had descended away from the room. You crawled out of the dust, immediately being greeted by Caitlyn pushing you onto the bed.

Your lips crashed together again. This time, it was needier, rougher while she towered over you — slipping her tongue in without permission as you felt the cool air wash over your body, your shirt on the ground while she multitasked, making sure your lips were getting the attention as she slowly undressed you.

Muffled moans escaped your lips. That night, under the bedsheets — hushed whispers, whimpers and laughter were exchanged as the night slowly dragged on with just the two of you, forgetting that you were definitely not allowed to be here.

Caitlyn Kiramman, the CEO of the highest-selling company of all of Piltover. She was known for her knowledge and skills in business and trading, her expertise is what led her to be successful and at the top.

To most eyes, she was seen as a kind and caring woman who wanted nothing more to help the public with her wealth. But to your eyes, and every other employee she's ever had, she was the complete opposite of that.

Instead of being an angel, she was a devil. She had a ‘perfectionist’ mindset which meant everything had to be flawless or you'd be out of the door as soon as you made one tiny mistake. Her employees acted as mere pawns in her game, easy to hire and definitely easy to get rid of.

Yes, it was difficult working under her name as an employee. But, it was harder working as her assistant. Caitlyn Kiramman had a long list of assistants in only a year, and it was known that they've never lasted a week with her — more so, the longest one she's ever had was a month.

Unfortunately for you, you were the next one on that long list. You had just been hired, and you were really happy to know that you achieved such a high role on your first try. Well, that is, until you heard the rumours of dealing with her wrath in the front seat.

There's a reason why all of her assistants quit. Most of them deemed her as too ‘demanding’ and receiving many, many and many commands from their CEO.

Apparently, you were basically a slave under her command. Her commands were so ridiculous, that you've heard rumours of one assistant being forced to give Caitlyn a full body massage one time — that must've been fake, right?

It was terrifying even thinking about it, working as her new assistant. Honestly, you were probably going to deal with the same fate as all of them. To suffer, to be taken advantage of and to be discarded as easily as every assistant she's ever had.

It was her hellhole.

But you had to endure it. You were in debt and the job paid surprisingly well, one paycheck would pay for three months of your rent! The job was simple, anyways. Listen. Or you'd be out in the streets begging for scraps, you needed this job really bad even if it was embarrassing and exhausting.

“I don't assume that I need to inform you about how this job goes, hm?” Caitlyn sat on her office chair, tapping a pen on her temples as she stared at you down. “Yes, Ms. Kiramman.” You bowed slightly, trying to look as composed as you could.

The rumours turned out to be true, she had a glare that looked intimidating as ever — it made your knees go weak and you wanted to apologize for existing. You were quivering in your shoes while you stood directly in front of her, not daring to speak a word until she told you so.

Caitlyn sat still on her chair, working on some files. The rumours all said she was a terrifying, mean woman so you expected someone old and raggy — not a woman in her 20’s.

Even with such a rude personality, you couldn't admit that she was attractive. Navy-blue hair that swayed through the breeze of the aircon, glasses that rested perfectly on her nose, a uniform that clung onto the curves of her body paired with a miniskirt and stockings. She was the definition of Piltovan elegance, you were starstruck and couldn't stop staring at her face.

“I have an appointment today,” She hummed, finally acknowledging your presence with her eyes. “Carry those papers for me, will you?” Her figure stood up, walking to the exit of the huge office before slamming the door shut without waiting for you.

A scoff went past your lips while your gaze drifted to the pile of papers she was talking about, a tall stack of them that you had to carry all by yourself. You sighed, before picking it up one by one and balancing it carefully.

You walked outside of her office, trying your best not to drop any of the important documents. Suddenly, you realized that you didn't even know where Caitlyn was having her meeting! She just… left and assumed that you knew, how rude.

The tower of papers rested on your hands as you saw another employee beside you, drinking a cup of coffee.

“Excuse me, do you know where Ms. Kiramman is having her appointment?” You asked him, one of the papers falling down. Your hands reached for it, bending down and placing it back on the stack clumsily. “In the meeting room, on the left side.” He responded, a cheeky smile on his face.

You thanked him, balancing the papers as you followed his directions. Suddenly, his hand patted your shoulder. "Good luck new assistant, you'll need it!” He winked, snickering while he walked away.

A sigh escaped your lips at his words. Great, you were already being teased on your first day. “Whatever.” You muttered, walking to the meeting room. You couldn't let his words get to you, after all, you were going to survive as Caitlyn Kiramman's assistant — you’ll be the first one to actually make it within a year, well hopefully.

Knock! Knock! You knocked on the door of the meeting room, spotting multiple silhouettes of people through the vague window. “Come in!” A voice shouted out, cheery.

You opened the door to the office, still carrying the stack of papers in your hands, poorly balancing it. “Wonderful timing!” Caitlyn chirped, urging you to place the papers on the table with… politeness?

Her previous intimidating stare was now replaced with a completely different one, a kind and inviting smile. More so, she was very polite to you unlike earlier this morning where she barely acknowledged your presence.

You now realize that this is definitely the reason why many people see Caitlyn as an angelic woman, rather than the terrifying one behind closed doors. It was annoying you at how good she was in playing the ‘good cop’ role, already capturing the group of businessmen’s hearts as they laughed at her jokes.

“Thank you, Y/N.” She grinned, patting your back. “You're dismissed for today.” Her voice was gentle, smiling before drifting her attention back to the group of businessmen.

For the next few days, she's been like this. From being an absolute demanding woman in the office to acting like an angel in meetings. You didn't mind it, it wasn't that bad — you just had to survive a few hours doing her chores before she turned all Ms. Nice Guy on you.

Well, that is until she got comfortable with you. Instead of dismissing you as usual during her meeting, she called you to sit beside her, giving you a towel. “It’s burning up in here.” She declared, staring directly at you.

At that statement, you knew exactly what she was implying. Your gaze averted to the drop of sweat rolling down her forehead, Caitlyn looked over back at you with an expectant expression.

You suppressed a groan about to leave your mouth, before your hands grabbed the towel and started to wipe softly at the sweat formed on her face. She continued talking about business stuff you didn't understand as you gently wiped every inch of her face — even going far enough to wipe the back of her neck.

Then, when you were satisfied, you grabbed a nearby book that wasn't being used and started fanning her. The corners of her mouth perked up ever so slightly, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention as she darted her eyes to your DIY fan and returned it back to the group of business.

The rest of the meeting, you were restless. Your hands never stopped moving and occasionally you would wipe more sweat off her face, like she was royalty. You were growing tired, considering the fact that you haven't taken a break.

Annoyance tugged at your heart but then your gaze drifted to her lips, forming a divine smile. You knew it was fake, only forcing it onto her face for the business deals and how she was only playing a role to convince the businessmen. But, somehow, she's managed to lure you into her stupid trap.

A faint blush crept up your neck as you were suddenly aware of the actions you were doing, you were really close to her face while you wiped more sweat — taking in how her smile-lines showed when she put on that fake smile, that stupid charming smile that made you flustered. You were basically wiping the sweat off of a Goddess. It was frustrating, everything about her!

From how demanding and petty she can get from how your anger dissolves as soon as she smiles in the meeting room, you were supposed to be pissed at her for treating you so poorly! But.. a part of you liked being commanded, especially if it was Caitlyn doing it.

You were falling exactly into her trap.

For the next few days, she's grown bolder. You've established a routine of immediately clocking in and brewing Caitlyn’s jasmine tea.

Then, you would go to her office to help her in whatever she needed for the morning. Whether it was massaging her shoulders or fixing the wrinkles on her uniform — you swallowed your pride and followed.

It wasn't like last time where you had to survive the morning. No, you were by her side the whole day. Every second she would call you and ask you to do something in front of all the co-workers, it was embarrassing but you needed the money.

More so, since her demands have grown to be bolder, that requires you to be physically closer with her. It drove you mad, whenever you massaged her shoulders as she worked — she intrigued you, huffing in frustration while you soothed her muscles.

Sure, it was tiring doing this. But, you've adapted somehow even if it was really, really humiliating and most of your dignity is probably already gone.

Today, you were starting your ritual of brewing Caitlyn's jasmine tea in the break room, making sure everything was perfect for her taste.

You cut across through the crowd of co-workers, receiving nods of appreciation. Unlike last time where you were being teased, it felt good knowing that you've made it longer than others and that every one sorta’ respected your hustle.

“Ms. Kiramman, may I come in?” You knocked at the intimidating office door that wasn't so intimidating to you anymore. She replied with a faint hum, before you entered the office — taking in her usual position.

The jasmine tea was still hot in the teacup while you strode to stand in front of her working form. Your voice was quiet, trying your best not to distract her while you said, “Good morning, here's your tea Ms. Kiramman.” She nodded in response, a wrinkle seen on her forehead while she focused on her work, not even bothering to glance up at you like usual.

“Make sure it's the right temperature.” She ordered. You did as she said, blowing a soft gust of wind onto the steaming tea — making sure it's just right for her.

After a few seconds of pathetic blowing, you were satisfied. “It’s ready for you, Ms. Kiramman.” You muttered, about to place it on her desk until—

Splash!

Oh no.

Your hand slipped, forcing the tea cup to be tilted and fall onto the floor. Your gaze drifted down, praying that it didn't stain anything until you saw her luxurious boots were stained with a mud of coffee on top — leaking onto the quartz floor.

“I'm so sorry!” You gasped out, your hand coming to cover your mouth in fear. Those boots were probably more expensive than your life time, you were so, so dead and there's no way you're going to get out of debt — only further into debt because you had to pay for her boots! Unless…?

Her expression was filled with anger as a scoff went past her lips, a huge crease formed onto her forehead while her eyes widened, glaring at you with nothing but frustration. She opened her mouth to scold you, until... you knelt down.

You were quick to wipe the coffee stain with your clean, white uniform. It transferred the brown liquid onto yours instead. “You—!” Her protest was cut off when she saw what you were doing, using your own shirt as a tissue. For the first time, Caitlyn Kiramman couldn't form a sentence to save her life, she was astonished at how eager you were to clean your mess.

She scoffed again, before her frown turned into a smirk. Caitlyn made herself comfortable, leaning back on her chair and resting her head on her hand while she smirked at you — observing you like a wealthy person taking advantage of a peasant.

Well, that was basically what was happening right now.

You continued to wipe, and wipe while you were knelt down onto the floor. Your hand rubbed your shirt onto the stain in a circular motion, trying your best to remove the brownish puddle of coffee and if it was even possible, save your job.

It was almost gone, only a faint mud rested on the boots, barely noticeable but you still had to wipe it off — Caitlyn wanted perfection, you were determined to stay all night trying to wipe away the evidence of your clumsiness if you had to with your shirt.

While you continued doing your work, your knees aching from staying knelt down for so long, you felt her fingers tilting your chin up. “Enough.” Caitlyn commanded, her Posh accent compelling.

You were forced to look directly up at her, your neck hurting from arching so much because of her grip. But the view was… something else. One of her legs was crossed over another, the slightly stained boot in the air. Other than that, your position made it so that you could see every curve of her body — your mouth thirsted at the sight. She looked so powerful, especially with you knelt down at her mercy.

“I—I apologize Ms. Kiramman—” Your voice faltered, trying to defend yourself until her grip on your chin tightened. Her fingers squeezing your cheeks, forcing you to stop talking.

“You know your place, don't you?” She smirked, tilting her head while she continued to stare you down like you were a chew toy — her eyes darkening with lust. “I..” You trailed off, trying to speak but her gaze only weakened you.

Caitlyn let go of your chin, crossing her arms and leaning against her office chair but her eyes still remained fixated on yours, forcing you to stay in bound even if she didn't have a hold on you any more.

“You’re the only assistant I've ever had that's been so… obedient.” She raised her eyebrow, humming before she stood up and pushed her office chair away from you, the sound of its wheels rolling filling the tensioned silence.

Her figure crouched down, while you remained knelt down beneath her — Caitlyn still towering over you. Her long, ashen fingers caressed your cheek gently. “You’d do anything I'd ask you, wouldn't you? My little assistant.” She spat, taking a hold of your chin once again, this time it was tighter and filled with possessiveness.

She laughed at you, amusingly tainting her lips. You stuttered, not knowing what to say. Was she angry? Was she cocky? Or was she… turned on at your boot-polishing? Maybe it was all three of those options, you couldn't quite tell as she stood up again — waving her fingers lazily, gesturing for you to get up.

You followed out of instinctiveness, legs immediately getting up at her command. “Get on the desk.” Caitlyn pointed, her voice firm, making her intentions clear. This time, you hesitated — this was wrong, very wrong. Instead of sitting down on her desk, you cleared your throat, receiving a glare of unapproval from her.

“Ms. Kiramman, this is inappropriate…” Your voice was barely above a whisper while you whispered, trying to look not as needy as possible but the pool forming in your panties only continued to drip more at how she looked. “Do you want this or not?” She hissed, crossing her arms while she looked up at your body up and down.

Hesitation tugged at your heart, you wanted to scream 'No' at her because this was vulgar! If people found out that you were hooking up with Caitlyn Kiramman, there'd be horrible consequences, from her side and your side. But… her glare was making it harder to resist, you wanted this, so bad. She’s been nothing but a menace with her charm, indirectly teasing you every time she asks you to do something.

Suddenly, a nod came out of you. At that, you climbed on her desk and sat on the wooden surface — slightly groaning at how cold it was. Caitlyn smirked at that, her hands reaching back for the office chair she dismissed earlier and sitting down on it, hovering near your legs.

Without warning, she found the side of your hips, fingers unzipping your skirt. She dragged your skirt down, tossing it on the floor and her eyes took in your soaked panties — your arousal dripping onto her desk. “So wet for me and I haven't even touched you, pathetic.” Her warm breath ghosted over the fabric of your undergarments, fingers tracing your wetness.

She teased you, touching directly onto your clit through your panties but it wasn't enough to get you off. “Please, Ms. Kiramman.” You groaned out, looking down at her cheeky smirk. “Please what?” She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows.

It was cruel, how she was teasing you like this. “Please.. I need your touch, ma’am.” You cried out, before she hummed at your begging and removed your panties, tossing it onto the wooden desk with your glistening cunt all exposed and on display for her eyes. “Look at you.” She murmured, her breath hitting your slickness.

Now, your legs were sprawled out on the wooden desk, your bottom exposed as your top still remained on — Caitlyn not bothering to remove it as she licked her lips at your spread pussy.

Caitlyn licked your pussy, a moan escaping your lips as you gripped the edges of the desk for leverage. “Fuck.” You sighed while her eyes looked up at you from below, smirking at your reaction. Then, without permission, she shoved her tongue inside your vagina — lapping like a dog, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room paired with your cries. “Oh!” You moaned out, your eyes shutting closed.

She started at a slow pace, licking while your walls took in her long tongue. This continued, soft moans coming out of your lips until she sucked your clit, the sensation turning your moans into a scream. “Ms. Kiramman!” You shouted out until her hand met your ass sharply, a red hand-print forming onto there.

Tears swelled up in your eyes at her slap, not expecting the harsh action. “Keep it down if you want to keep your job.” A growl vibrated through the inside of her throat, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows until she caressed the area she slapped — soothing the sting there before she continued her sucking.

Caitlyn varied between sucking and licking. inserting her fingers at some point, stretching you a part as she put another finger and thrusted it in and out while her tongue did her work. “Ah.. Ms. Kiramman…” Your breath was uneven, barely keeping up with how overwhelming her fingers and tongue were.

Then, her fingers curled, hitting that spot at the new angle. “Mmgh, ngh! Ms. Kiramman! Oh, yes yes… please…” Her head bobbed up and down, meeting the pace of her fingers as she abused your g-spot — inserting another finger, stretching you wide open while you were getting closer, and closer to the edge with the dual sensation. “Oh, oh my god! Ms. Kiramman!”

Your walls clenched around her as your moans grew louder, she placed her free hand on your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet. You bit it lightly, your saliva melting onto her hand while she smirked at how your teeth nipped on her hand — trying your best to keep your moans quiet as you were nearing your peak. “Getting feral are we?” She hummed against your pussy as you continued to use her hand as a gag.

Caitlyn noticed you were close, groaning while she was latched onto your pussy — the vibration humming through your vagina, the pleasure creeping through your spine as you bit down on your hand, muffling a scream. “I'm gonna… can I.. please?” You moaned in between each word, back arching off the table.

“No.” She ordered. “Hold it, until I say so.” Then, her pace increased rapidly — she didn't lick your clit anymore, only sucking it like she was a tornado hauling everything in. Other than that, she put her whole fist inside of you, filling your throbbing pussy as she continued to pound her fingers harder.

“Please, I can't… mmph.. hold it…” You whined, looking down at her with pleading eyes. “You're going to listen like the obedient employee you are..” She barked. It was all too much, you couldn't hold it… the knot building up inside you, your legs shivered at how much she was abusing your hole — you bit her harder this time, closing your eyes as you tried to focus.

“Go.” At her words, you cried out, “Oh my, fuck!” Your moan echoed through the empty room and probably heard through the whole office building but you didn't care, your orgasm crashed down as you rode out the aftershocks, thrusting softly into Caitlyn's face.

She pulled her fingers and mouth away from you, her chin soaked with your slickness. “Clean yourself up, I have a meeting.” At her words, you grabbed a tissue and wiped the evidence of your sex on her face and fixed her disheveled navy-blue hair before she gave a hum of approval — trying to suppress a smirk but the corners of her mouth perked up, betraying her while she fixed her glasses.

You finished cleaning her up, your ass still resting on the wet, wooden desk as you wore your clothes again. The sounds of Caitlyn's heels walking through the exit echoed through the room as you did what she said, cleaning her desk.

She paused her movements.

“This isn't finished.” She declared, her hand resting on the doorknob. “I haven't seen all of you yet.” A smirk formed on her lips before she opened the door, the sound of it slamming echoing through the room. You were left alone, with the faint scent of sex still lingering and a soaked mess to clean up.

a/n: alright so i've been obsessed with office aus and srry if this is rlly bad, i quite literally wrote this while i was on a plane so... i had to hide my screen from the people beside me LOL. but, i will definitely write an epilogue or continuation of this — just something short that shows the aftermath cuz office au caitlyn is soooooo hot bro.

The crystal of snow fell right on top of your nose, chilliness washing over the skin as you held it with your finger—the snowflake immediately turning into a droplet of water while you shivered at how cold the temperature was.

“Here.” Your girlfriend, Ellie said—her hands putting her jacket over your arms. “Thanks, I needed that.” You chuckled.

The faint scent of Ellie entered your nose, she always smelled similar to Joel like drywood, bitter coffee and ashes all mixed into one intoxicating smell.

Slurp! You drank the cinnamon-flavoured coffee that Ellie brewed for the both of you, hers still sitting on the coffee table while tiny specks of smoke emerged from the brown liquid.

She sat down beside you on the porch, grabbing her journal and started sketching the view in front of you both.

It was winter in Jackson, you only found out today when Ellie’s shout jolted you out of your slumber earlier—screaming about how snowy it was while she peeked out of the curtains.

From then on, she's been staying outside of your shared house’s porch—rambling earlier about how comfortable the iciness was and her experiences making snow angels with Joel before in the past.

You observed as your girlfriend sketched. Her focused green-eyes, the way her eyebrow slit furrows when she erases something and her beautiful freckles paired with a vague hint of red from the cold.

Ellie smiled at her journal before she shifted her seat to be closer to yours, the squeak of the chair rubbing against the rough wood before your elbows met each other.

She proudly lifted up her journal to show it up to you, a drawing of the snow-white surroundings along with a very detailed sketch of you hugging her jacket.

“Oh, Els.” You playfully rolled your eyes, taking the journal from her hands gently. “It's not that good…” She trailed off, awkwardly laughing as her hand rubbed the back of her neck. “I can't capture your beauty.” Her breath turned to frozen mist, voice filled with hesitation—doubting her skills when her drawing was clearly amazing.

You placed the journal on the table, then your hand on her lap—squeezing her thigh. “I think it's perfect, Ellie.” Her hand met yours, squeezing it back as she leaned in to pull you into a kiss—

“Hey, lovebirds!” A snowball crashed down Ellie’s face, forcing the kiss to be interrupted. Both of you snapped your heads in frustration as a group of kids waved at you, pointing fingers in a teasing manner.

“I'm gonna fuck that kid up.” Ellie murmured, jumping over the porch fence and walking towards them. These kids were your neighbors, and they had a reputation for being really playful in Jackson—of course they were going to start a snowball fight with you and Ellie on the first day of winter.

You followed her, giggling while the kids ran away. Some of them hid behind cars, some behind trees and some even under your porch? “You ruined our date!” Ellie joked, throwing a snowball at the kid who interrupted your kiss.

“You can't get me!” The kid laughed, you snuck up behind him—wrapping your arms around him and trapping him in a hug. “You're done!” You chuckled, before Ellie threw snowballs at him—receiving playful whines from him and smacks on your arms.

She continued throwing soft balls of snow, then she tickled his sides with her fingers—the kid trying to squiggle out of your grip while he giggled in pain. “Ellie, stop!” He shouted, shaking his head as Ellie made teasing sounds—tickling him more.

After Ellie was satisfied, you let him go before he rolled his eyes and called the other kids. “Get em’!” He screamed, all the kids tackling you and Ellie onto the floor—snow dusting Ellie’s jacket as you both played along, screaming in mocking agony.

“No, please! I cannot perish like this!” You pleaded, four kids on top of your body while you failed to get up from how heavy the pile was. “Let go of us, you monsters!” Ellie screamed dramatically beside you, followed by loud laughter from the children.

Eventually, the kids let go of you two—freeing you of their weight. “We win!” A kid chirped, smiling while Ellie nudged on her forehead playfully.

“Alright, alright. You guys can take this one.” She rolled her eyes. The children all cheered at that her words, most of the time Ellie would be competitive and not give them the win—so, it was rare for the kids to take the victory.

Ellie continued to act dramatically in front of them, like a knight whose lover was slayed by a beast. “My first loss, how could this be?!” Her voice was exasperated, kneeling in front of the group of kids as she continued to act—all of them dying of laughter as you stood and watched at how good she was with children.

Then, most of them left with a smirk on their face, their voices boasting about how they won today. “I'm definitely gonna kick their asses next time.” She whispered to you, her arm wrapping around your waist. “I wanna see that.” The two of you chuckled before you both laid down in the soft snow.

Ellie sprawled her arms and legs out and stated, “Let's make snow angels.” You nodded in response, following her. Both of you rubbed your limbs on the snow, making sure that the snow angel is perfect.

You both smiled, standing up and analyzing the poorly-made snow angels. “Oh…” She trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck. A giggle escaped you, laughing at how bad it was. “How did we both do so bad?!” You laughed, followed by a chuckle from Ellie as she watched how amused you were.

Both of you took a picture of the snow angels, before you headed back inside to the porch, drinking your coffee that turned cold long ago—you watched as Ellie sat beside you, her bun slightly disheveled from the snowball fight and the snow angels.

“You looked adorable playing along with the children.” You sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is that so?” She hummed, her eyes drifting towards yours—smirking.

She pulled you into a kiss, her hands finding your lower back and gripping it firmly. Her lips left the taste of the cinnamon-flavoured coffee—though you didn't mind, you kissed her back passionately.

Your hands cupped her cheeks, the kiss filled with tenderness mixed with roughness—she licked your lower lip, you parted your lips as both of your tongues danced together—saliva mixing together.

Both of you pulled away to catch your breath. You nuzzled into her neck, her arms entangled around your waist as she caressed the sensitive skin there.

“I love you, Els.” You said, closing your eyes and feeling the warmth of her body in the cold tainted room—a result of winter.

“I love you too, my angel.”