sophia

caitlin shifts against you, burying her head deeper into the crook of your neck to shield her eyes from the light from her own phone.

"fuck no, do they know what time it is? no, no, 'm not getting up," she groans, voice raspier than usual. morning voice, she calls it. my voice is just like that 'cause i haven't talked all night, she'll say, and continue on her morning routine like her even saying "good morning" wasn't making you malfunction. most days, it resulted in you bent over the bathroom sink, caitlin murmuring next to your ear.

"you're so fucking filthy, y'know that? this wet from a few words- fuck, baby. taking me so well, though, aren't you?"

sometimes, it'd end up with caitlin leaning against the kitchen counter, moaning as you swirl your tongue on her clit.

and just like every morning, you find yourself pressing against her, very, very subtly looking for a little pressure, because you didn't want caitlin to actually notice how worked up you were merely from a few words and her hands on your waist.

"it's barely 8, i think you'll be fine," you try to coax her, pressing a tender kiss on her cheek. she lifts her head up, opening one of her eyes, brows furrowed as she glares at you. she lets her head drop, making you laugh. you feel her smile at the sound.

"i really don't wanna go, baby," she whispers, her position on top of you giving her the advantage to press you against the mattress. you try not to whimper at how good it feels to have her whole body weight on you, the pressure dizzying. it's something you've never been able to explain to others, how having her press against you makes you inexplicably insane. maybe it's the knowledge that she's there, and that she's there to stay. you shake your head, trying to wiggle away.

"caitlin, we can't just ghost. that's rude." you try to sound stern, but it doesn't help that caitlin's pressing kisses to your neck. closed-mouth ones, atleast. you don't know what you'd do if you could feel the heat of her mouth on your right now. even the sound of her sucking on your neck would make you crumble.

caitlin tilts her head up, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. she shifts up a little to be able to tilt your head, trying to deepen the kiss. you shake your head, smiling against her lips.

"nuh uh."

she smiles too, like this is some kind of joke you both are in. she doesn't reply, and instead kisses you again. her tongue licks against your bottom lip and- well, maybe for a few minutes? you open your mouth, the brunettes groan of approval making you smile. she shifts you both up, moving your body so you're straddling her, her body against the headboard now. you try to break off again, putting a hand on her chest, but she speaks before you can.

"i need it, please." her voice is barely above a whisper, hazel eyes flicking down to your lips. manipulative bitch. but you can't help it, "you do?"

you barely register her nod before she's capturing your lips again, hips shifting up, up, against you. she sucks on your tongue before letting your lips meet again, a small moan leaving your lips.

caitlin sneaks her hand under your shirt, brushing the underside of your breast. you move her hand so she's actually touching you, muttering something about "having to be quick" that caitlin laughs at.

"you better tell that to yourself," she says, working to get your shirt up, impatient as ever. she tugs it off without any help from you, because you're too busy glaring at her.

"what does that mean?" you try to sound mad, you really do, but you're forced to drop it quickly when caitlin attaches her mouth to your chest, pressing kisses like it's something sacred, something to be worshipped. you let out a long breath, hands coming to tangle in her long hair as she entertains herself. she alternates between licking and sucking, occasionally grazing your abused nipples with her teeth. it makes heat rush to your core. you bite your lower lip to keep the noises in and in retaliation, caitlin bites you, hard, showing you exactly how she feels about you being quiet.

you should've known that once she gets her mouth on you, that's where it's going to be for a while. caitlin's more than content to have her mouth busy. her free hand, the one that's not rubbing your inner thigh, comes to knead the boob she's not focusing on at the moment. she presses on an already-forming hickey and you whine.

caitlin smiles.

soon, she's tugging down your shorts as you (try) to get rid of her shirt. it involves some awkward shifting that makes caitlin groan at the sight of your boobs moving. she caputers on with her hand, resuming her groping while she kisses you. "sweet girl," she murmurs when you nibble on her lower lip. "i wanna fuck you so good."

you whimper at that, her fingers already toying with the waistband on your underwear.

"yeah? then you better- get on that," you mutter, shifting her hand so she's actually touching you where you need it. her laugh is breathy, noise thinned out by how wet she finds you.

"fuck, baby, you're fucking soaked for me." she runs her fingers through your folds, the slick sound of it echoing in the quiet room. you shift, grinding your hips against her hand as she dips her finger in you before retreating.

"god, caitlin. don't be a fucking- fuck, oh." you're cut off mid sentence by a noise you're too embarrassed to recounter that's ripped from your throat. caitlin's finger moves inside of you, not thrusting, just crooking, trying to find the spot that she loves to abuse. she's being fucking dirty, whispering shit next to your ear that's making you clench around her digit.

caitlin taunts you, eyes shifting from between your legs to make eye contact with you, "what was that? what can't i be, huh?"

"mmmh," you croack, watching how she moves in and out of you, wetness seeping to her lap. she doesn't seem to mind though. she forces a second finger in, cooing condescendingly when you cry out.

"s'not that bad, baby, is it? you're so wet, jesus. do i do this to you?" she asks, kissing your cheek and. you're hot all over, arousal swirling in your stomach as you're reaching your peak. you nod dumbly, and when you don't elaborate your answer further than that, caitlin slaps you lightly.

"c'mon, use your words. be a big girl." you think you can feel yourself get wetter, if that's even possible, as you scramble to answer.

"uhh-huh, fuck- yeah. yes, caitlin, yes, yes. you do this- to me," you blabber, caitlin sushing you as she feels you tighten around her fingers.

your peak is so close you can taste it, and you're pushed over the edge by a particularly cruel twist of caitlin's fingers. caitlin, mindful as ever, eases two fingers into your mouth to muffle the loudest of your cries.

"good job, yeah. it's fine, y'can suck on them," she reassures, playing with your tongue as you gag around her digits. she smiles, pulling them out to smear your saliva against your cheeks.

you laugh to try to hide how hot that makes you again. "ew, you're so gross," you rasp, voice barely carrying through. caitlin dips down to kiss you, removing her fingers from you. you wince against her mouth, still too fucked out to return her kisses in any meaningful way.

a quiet buzzing fills the otherwise empy room.

your brows furrow. "there's no way you bought a vibrator to cancun, what the hell."

"uh, i didn't? and actually, what if i did-"

you shriek, slapping her arm, "you freak! how the fuck did you even get it through secur- oh."

you reach over, caitlin about to argue as you lift her vibrating phone up.

"'twinnamonroll ab'," you airquote the name, "is calling you." caitlin's groan makes you giggle. the phone's light illuminates her face and you sit there admiring her as she argues with aliyah.

"yes, yes. okay- yeah, we'll- alright, mom. we'll be there- no don't, okay- don't yell, OKAY, okay. yes, okay. i love you. no, ab, say it back? ok, love you!"

the room is engulfed with darkness again when aliyah presumably hangs up on your girlfriend. you hear caitlin sigh and then you feel caitlin pressing a kiss against your cheek.

she smiles against you. "you're going to get me in trouble."

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