#cait x reader

She's an idiot. A fucking idiot. She had you and fucked around. Unfaithful, disloyal. Now look at the so-called great Kiramman heiress, in bed, moon at its highest peak, jerking herself off with all the toys her money could buy.

Laid flat on her back, head propped with one of the multiple pillows that were now scattered all over. Comforter and blankets crumpled at the foot of the bed, hanging off the mattress. Sweat dampened her forehead as if the air conditioning wasn't currently blasting throughout her elegant room that began to smell of deep musk.

Her piercing blue eyes stare at her groin, where her hand moves a toy up and down her throbbing erection.

A fleshlight is what she strokes her cock with. She had used her stroker, yet it couldn't fully engulf her length. A pocket pussy with an artificial silicone ass, too flimsy. But oh this was the one. The fleshlight was stiff in her hand, easy to grip, took her deep just like you have so many times before. The gummy insides feel almost as perfect as your wet cunt, like you were the mold model to make the toy, and if she really focused, it sounded like you too with the way it squelches and gulps with every stroke.

While she lays alone in her bed, her mind is lost in the imprinted images of you.

When she was still dating you.

You found out about the cheating. How she would say she's “working”, yet find her drunk on some random's story, making out with a girl at a house party which of course lead to sleeping together. So you left her.

The navy-haired girl is petty, proud, and has ego like she's above all else. So, when you ghosted her, ignored all of her calls and texts, it was like a stab to her gut, her pride.

“Fuck-” she groans angrily under her breath. How could you have left her so easily? Nobody gets to walk away from her, a Kiramman of all sorts.

Caitlyn breathes heavily through her nose, a few escaping groans of frustration leaving her lips every time her cock twitches in sensitivity. She shuts her eyes closed, focusing on the way your cunt felt around her.

“Oh~ fuck– I can’t,” your words come out mumbled, too fucked from how long you’ve been bouncing yourself on her stiff pipe. Your thighs burnt and cramped, soft hands pressed against her abdomen to stabilize yourself. She held onto your hip with one hand, barely assisting your movements, while her other held caressed your thigh, feeling the flexing muscle whenever you lifted yourself.

“Yes, you can, baby. Keep going,” this motivates you and you pick up the pace. Her hand leaves your thigh to join the other on your hips, helping you with your momentum and making sure to slam you down onto her, making you yell with moans.

She feels your body tremble, you’ll collapse any moment, but she isn’t finished. You stay squatted above her as she moves her hands from your hips to cupping under your thighs, where she then digs her heels into the bed and begins to thrust upwards. You straighten your back, your own hands coming up to your bouncing tits and pinching your nipples.

The faster she goes the closer she is too cumming, so you take your fingers and rub your clit while she ruts. Her thighs slapping against your ass. “Hmph! Fuuuck,” her mouth agape as she watches your pretty pussy take her entire length, strings of arousal sticking to her pelvis that's groomed with trimmed navy pubes.

Your insides throb when they’re abused like this. You feel her deep inside, thick tip kissing the spots that make you crumble. When her harsh thrusts come to a stop she keeps it all inside. Timing it just right when she feels your walls tighten. Your moans are prolonged when you feel her hot seed fill you. The knot deep within your tummy bursts, causing you to shake and squirt all over her.

Her fleshlight is full. White creamy release seeping out from the silicone hole. She lifts the toy off of her. When her tip pops out, waves of her sweet cum pour out of it and onto her lower stomach.

“Fuck yes baby, cum all over me,” she says. Eye rolling from the amount of heavy slick coating her hips. Her body jerks, twitching just slightly. A noticeable vulnerability she rarely, almost never showed to you. The power and dominance she had over you was something she kept dear, but now with you gone, she can't help but give herself to you, even if it’s just in her imagination.

She rests her head on her forearm, eyes closed as if she were sleeping. The twitch of her eyebrow and the wet gulping sound of her toy gave away the peaceful atmosphere she looked succumbed to.

Her sharp facial features would tense every now and then. Her ears listen to the saturated squelch of her fleshlight. Taking it slow and deep till her tip hits the back, as if it was you deep throating her length. Your soft lips wrapped around her and massaging her shaft.

She loved how easily you would fall to your knees when she grabbed your face, puffing out your lips when she squeezed your cheeks. Followed with the words, “Use that mouth correctly,” in a low-toned voice that made your bones go weak after you’ve said something that pissed her off.

Her toes curl when the artificial pussy takes her cock so well. She bottoms it out. The fake clit of the toy rubbing into her skin. She lifts it slowly, feeling every gummy curve of its insides till it’s only her aching tip. Thrusting the fleshlight on her tip, pulling it off and having the wet entrance circle around her hole that dripped with cum. Sliding it up and down the sides of her dick as if it were your lips, feeling and memorizing every vein that pumped plasma. She stroked herself once more with it, her free hand reaching down to her sack and pinching gently on the sensitive skin.

Your lips would suck and stretch the skin of her nuts while your hand jerked her boner. Your beautiful, glossy eyes keep contact with her sky-blue ones. Her lip in between her teeth as she watches you give some of the best head she’ll never admit she had ever received.

You slurp at her skin till it slips from your grasp, the stretch of her sack retracting back, earning a little hum from the heiress. Your fist at her base, you come back up and suck on her tip that has grown red in color, bobbing your warm mouth on it before popping off and giving it gentle kitten licks, feeling her cock twitch and slap on your tongue.

Her face winces, stomach flexing as she cums again. Her load coming out in strings, landing on her abdomen. Fuck, she misses your pretty face. The perfect canvas to paint. How you would take and swallow everything so willingly.

Sweat glistened on her skin as she inhaled deeply. She rolls herself over and gathers a couple of pillows, placing them on top of each other and sandwiching the fleshlight in between.

She sits on her knees, catching a few more breaths before thumbing the squishy entrance of the toy, still completely coated in semen. The white splattered of her release drips down her toned skin, facing the two pillows with one hand slowly jerking her member.

She places one hand on top of the pillows and guides her cock inside. Sighing with a breathy groan as it takes her girth.

“Hmm… Cait–” she sushes you. Giving your ass a slap while the other rides up your spine till it reaches your hair on the back of your head, grabbing it at the scalp and pushing your face down into the pillow, balls deep inside of you. Unmoving, cockwarming.

You shudder around her, earning a low chuckle from her lips.

“So beautiful when you're desperate for my cock, huh?” Her hips move back, pulling out just a little to give you little to no satisfaction and thrusting it all back in. Repeatedly doing so, so her tip pulses and teases against your cervix.

You're groaning into the pillows, eyes squeezed shut. Arching your back for her even more. Feeling both of her hands grab onto your hips where she then pulls out further and thrusts with a clap to your skin against hers.

Thrusting again and again. The feeling of your insides squeezing her so perfectly.

Her head falls back, long navy hair waving behind her. “Holy fucking shit,” she groans, pausing between each word. “Love this pussy.”

Caitlyn picks up her pace, fighting back the exhaustion of hours of jacking off and cumming till her balls ached. She brings one leg up from her kneel to plant onto the bed, her thigh at your side. Helping her go deeper than before, sack slapping your clit with each stroke of her cock.

Her eyes dart down in between your bodies, cursing when she finds thick white strings of cum connecting you both together. It was wet, messy sounding, like slapping a body of water. A creamy ring foaming at her base.

You were so full of her release, it gushed out whenever she rammed her thick length inside, splurting all over her pelvis.

“Baby– ah! Feels so good,” you whine. You control your pussy like it's a profession. Making sure to keep it tight for Caitlyn's pleasure.

Maybe it's the reason she missed you. You were the best sex she's experienced.

Deep down you wished she noticed you more for youself than just a fuck toy. What did you expect anyways? You were just a body to have at any time. Whenever and wherever.

She's a gentlewoman. She would take you out. Spend her money on you. Be with you physically, yet the emotional attachment was absent, but you were just too naive you see it until her recent affair.

Her cock ached. Breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, dampening the blue side bangs that framed her face so nicely. She let go of your hips to scoop up your torso, making you prop yourself onto your hands. Taking a hand full of your tangled hair and bringing her lips close to your ear.

“Fuck yourself on it,” she lets go of your hair aggressively, pushing your head forward. A lengthy whine escapes your lips, head down, looking underneath your body as you ground back onto her. Rolling your hips for a while before thrusting backwards. The skin of your ass jiggled in waves when it came in contact with her body. A fucking sexy view for the Kiramman.

Every few moments your ass will receive a stinging slap. Handprint marks shown on your reddened skin. Your pussy swollen from the abuse of her cock ramming in and out of you repeatedly. Enduring a long night of paces from slow to fast, gentle to rough. Your insides felt like they were numbing from how stretched out you were.

Where your backwards thrusts began to slow, the tall heiress wasted no time in grabbing your hips again and thrusting with such speed, she struggled to breath. Your body jerks forward with each harsh stroke that pulls guttural moans from your throat with your stomach feeling so full of her rock hard girth shoves inside you repeatedly.

She rams her cock into you til she spills her release, filling your slutty hole to the brim. Cock on fire, but she's far from over.

-

You could hardly speak anymore. Hardly think. Even breathing became difficult. With each heavy-hipped force of her cock knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your mind was blurry and the only nerves that were working was your abused pussy.

She raspily moans into the crevice of your neck. Ear to ear, her body weight on top of you. Your legs completely spread that your knees were on the bed sheets, giving her full access to your soaked and cum-filled hole. Pussy bred with multiple loads and future generations wasted. Your lips, stomach, pussy and thighs were inked with white goo. Caitlyn Kiramman's cum dump.

Her legs at a bend as she sits in front of you. Tall frame covering and bear hugging your smaller body. Your tight pussy at her disposal. Her tits rubbing with yours with your fingernails digging in her back.

“Auh~ fuck fuck… gah!” Caitlyn's nuts squeeze when she feels you tighten. So many orgasms, your eyes were red and dripping with tears. Her face buried into the pillow on which your head rested. Her hands are holding and grabbing at your ass and under your thighs, keeping you in place as if her entire body wasn't already on you.

Close to one last bust, she kisses your sweat-damped neck softly while her hips continue their rough pounding.

“Fuck ah– come back to me, baby. Come back to me,” she begged. Her voice is harsh and breathy.

You wrap your arms around her neck. Same with your legs on her waist. You turn your head slowly to meet her ear with your lips, your soft skin skimming along it.

“I'm right here, Caitlyn.”

She gasps, body trembling, face pressing further into the pillow as the coil in her stomach springs and releases. Waves of curses leaving her lips as she pulses her thrusts, prolonging her orgasm.

She breathes heavily. A shaky exhale as she realizes the missing weight underneath her. The smell of her now musty sheets instead of something sweeter, more natural. Her back, free of scratch marks. Her hands no longer held onto soft flesh, but the grip of the toy.

The navy-haired girl sighs, rolling onto her back as her chest heaves. Wincing when she pulls the fake pussy off of her cock that falls to one side of her pelvis.

She reminisces about the long night she gave herself. The throbbing ache in her head.

The air hot and moist, her full body mirror fogged. The moon beaming through the dark of her room.

Blue-eyes stare up at her expensive patterned ceiling. Unfocused on anything as her thoughts wander.

The peace was interrupted by light. One not so bright, but enough to notice in the room.

Her phone.

She reaches for it, curious. Grabbing the phone that was settled near the edge of the mattress. Her eyes squinted from the blue light and to her surprise, a notification.

From you.

She quickly taps on it and unlocks her phone.

Your dm opened on her screen. Many unreplied chats from her trying to reach out to you for weeks.

She opens to find a picture. A picture of you laying on your bed, naked, nipples erect and fingers teasing your clit with a text saying, "i miss u,” how ironic.

With the phone in one hand, staring intently at the photo, her other takes her softening cock that flops in her grasp, pumping it gently to keep the blood flowing.

“Fuck.”

Even when you're no longer together she's still wrapped around your pretty little fingers.

Note: I'm back to writing, AGAIN! I've been working some crazy hrs lately and havent been able to write :,(

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I hope you enjoyed this fic! This is based from my smut drabble i posted which i got some insane feedback on, THANK YOU SM!!

You hadn’t noticed it at first, not really. Sure, you’d sneak a peak at Caitlyn whenever you got the chance to, out of pure curiously, nothing else (at least, that’s what you told yourself). But as she stood there, middle of your living room, next to Cassandra Kiramman who was bitching at your mom for your actions, you couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

As usual, she had her nerdy—covered up most of her face—glasses on. She wore tight black pants that hugged her hips just right, paired with a lighter colored long sleeve blouse that was loosely buttoned up. The curve of her breasts peaked out, causing you to damn near choke on your spit. And God, she had those stupid black boots on that always made your eyes roll. As your eyes traced her body back up is when you noticed it. Something… different.

There was a barely noticeable bulge staring right back at you.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes widening at the sight. And of course, her highness had noticed, smirking at your expression.

Cait turned to her mother, smiling annoyingly bright. “You know, Mother, I think we can work this out ourselves.” Her gaze turned to you, stupidly fake smile still plastered on her face as she pushed her glasses up. “Since I’m obviously the bigger person here, I’d like to sit with you and chat, alone.”

Yeah, there was obviously something big about her.

You weren’t sure how, or when you ended up underneath her, but somehow Caitlyn fucking Kiramman ended up in your room, holding you down on your bed, strap bulge rubbing against the fat of your ass.

“I always knew you had a thing for me, Kiramman. You came prepared and everything this time, huh?” You taunted, arching your back, ass pressed against her hips, hands gripping tightly at your waist. “What a fucking pervert.”

She tugged at your skirt, pulling it up harshly, exposing your perfectly shaved cunt decorated with a lacey black thong. Cait let out a dry laugh, fingers toying with the string. “I’m the pervert? Look at you,” A digit ran between your already soaked folds, sending a shiver running down your spine. “Whorish arch, sopping shaved pussy, a thong? Please… Don’t make me laugh.”

Cait slipped your panties to the side, a sticky string of arousal following the cloth, letting out a broken gasp at the cold air hitting your sensitive clit. “I-I didn’t do it for you.”

“Is that so?” She responded, unzipping her pants, a 9 inch royal blue strap slapping your pussy as it flopped out. “Who would stoop low enough to fuck your bratty, prissy, annoying self?”

Your silence dragged out, cheeks reddening up. Fuck, you hated that she was right. Despised her so much you couldn’t help but want her deep inside you, fucking your brains out so hard at the mere thought of her hatred towards you. You slid a hand underneath yourself, trembling fingers slipping between your folds, spreading out your glistening hole for her. “No one but you, apparently.”

Though she’d never admit it, Cait gawked at your opened slit, eyes widening and heart skipping a beat at your obscenity. Her eyebrow twitched as she pressed the toy up against you, spreading your ass cheeks, tip slowly sliding in.

You groaned at her slowness, rolling your eyes, turning to look at her the best you could. “No, please, go ahead. Take your time. Not like we could get caught or any—”

She growled at your sarcasm, throwing her glasses off her face. Her hips suddenly rammed into you, whole nine incher disappearing deep inside you as you sucked her in, completely stretching out your tight hole. You let out a choked, broken groan, eyes shutting tightly as her tip kissed your cervix.

“For once in your bloody life, shut the fuck up.”

This usually didn’t happen often, but you came to realize that the more you fucked with Caitlyn, the more she fucked you. Calling her out on one tiny detail that was wrong about her project in front of everyone was a low blow, but fuck, was it worth it.

Cait grunted as she thrusted in, her strokes harsh but calculated—like she’d memorized exactly which parts of you made you break. Like she knew the inside of your cunt better than you ever would.

Your face was pressed against the mattress, tongue lolled out, drool staining your sheets as she held your hands against your arched back. Your knees wobbled with every shallow stroke, fwopping sounds of your wet cunt bouncing off the walls, her goal being to see herself bulge out of your lower tummy.

“God, fuck—Cait! It was—just f-five points off! You’re gonna—kill—me!” You whisper yelled, trying your damn hardest to speak between guttural moans and the sounds of her pelvis slapping against the plush of your ass while she drilled into you.

You suddenly felt a hot, sharp pain on your ass cheek, causing your whole body to jolt forward. She’d—just smacked your ass? You scoffed, eyebrows furrowed at the stinging sensation. “Nghh! What the hell, C-Cait—?!”

“Who said you could call me ‘Cait’?” Her palm landed on the puffy, blushed raised skin again, the sound echoing in your room. You let out a small eek!, body instinctively pulling itself away from her.

“It’s Kiramman to you, brat. Know your place.” Caitlyn gripped onto your wrists, nails digging into your skin as she yanked you back onto the toy, ramming her length back inside you. You groaned out at the addictive feeling of her roughness, upper body slightly hovering above the mattress now. A pornographic, loud, curdling moan ripped out from your throat, the intense sensation taking over your body, eyes rolling back.

“If it wasn’t for your pettiness, I would’ve gotten a perfect score—mmh! Now do us both a favor and keep quiet. Wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come find you stuffed to the brim with nothing but me, would you?”

She was right, again. You totally deserved this, to be treated like nothing but a plaything for her. As much as you shouldn’t, you completely ate it up—hell, probably would’ve moaned if she’d spanked you again. Your ruined pussy dripped onto the sheets, a creamy ring of arousal coating the toy, hoping one day she’d hate you just enough to make you hers out of spite. Maybe that thought was just part of your fucked out brain—you really weren’t sure. You muffed yourself out by sinking your teeth into your blankets, greedily taking every little bit of Caitlyn that you could.

“C-Can feel you—guh!—in my fuckin’—throat!” You blubbered out, her punishing thrusts making your head light, feeling a tightness spreading throughout your body. Your legs were convulsing, knees weak and wobbly, skin sweaty and cunt aching, growing closer to your climax with each brutal rock of her hips.

Cait relished in your messiness—the whiny mewls, leaky and split open hole, drops of sweat, trembling body—she had you right where she wanted you. Unlike her, of course. She was strategic, kept her composure, even when her strap nestled deep inside her arch nemesis.

She wasn’t completely perfect herself, though. Her thighs were slick with wetness, dampening up the strap leather. Her hands were rather shaky and clammy as she held onto you harshly, using your arms as reigns. Even then, she grit her teeth, only letting out grunts and soft groans with each buck of her hips. You two were the perfect opposites in that moment—maybe a little too perfect.

“You’re gripping around me, darling,” She cooed tauntingly, her pace never faltering. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“F-Fuck you—!” You muttered out between heavy and quick pants, her pet name for you sending a pulse of heat straight down to your core. And God, did you hate that she had that effect on you. “A thousand times fuck you, Kiramman, f-fuck… me! Nnggh!—please! Like that, C-Cait, j-just like that!”

You’d finally unraveled, right at the palm of her hand. She almost didn’t notice you calling her a nickname again. Though for some reason, didn’t quite mind it as much when you were pulsating around her, drunk off Caitlyn and her cock, orgasm creeping up on you.

If it wasn’t for the sounds of arguing mothers, Caitlyn was sure the whole house would’ve heard your whorish pleads. She secretly wished they would’ve, so they could walk in on their gold star child getting fucked stupid by none other than her.

“My God, you sound like a bitch in heat.” She mocked, gulping down her own moans as the harness rubbed against her now swollen clit. “Hurry up and cum already, I’m getting bored.”

And as ashamed as you were for it, like an obedient little slut, you did. Your moans choked up in your throat, toes curling, fingers twitching, creaming all around her member as your orgasm hit you all at once. Your ears rang, white-hot heat spreading out in your body, pussy gushing all over Caitlyn, letting out high pitched mewls at the overwhelming sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.

Once Caitlyn finally let go of your wrists, you plopped down on the bed, toy sliding out of you quickly. She rolled her eyes at you and your childlike flop, letting out a huff at her now cum stained pants, straightening herself up the best she could. “Get cleaned up, one more minute alone and our mothers will tear each other’s hair out.”

You looked over at her, just barely picking yourself up from the mattress, panting and shivering, not even slightly recovered from your earth shattering orgasm. “Jeez, can I catch my breath first?”

“No,” She snapped coldly, bending over to meet your gaze. Your eyes widened at her closeness, somehow finding this more nerve wracking than the sex itself. She still looked as collected as ever, hair perfectly straight, not a sweat tear in sight. Her eyes, though hardened, had a softness to them—piercing blue irises staring into your soul. You almost never got to look into them due to her lenses, but they were beautiful. She smelled of lavender and vanilla mixed with the smell of rough sex—a scent that was a little too addictive.

“I want to see your knees wobble in front of them,” She gripped onto your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Want to see you struggle to stand up. I hope you know you deserve worse, I’m being entirely too kind.”

You gulped, keeping your mouth shut for once. Your eyes sparkled at her words, though full of spite, nodding as your head tilted in awe while butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

“Yeah,” You blinked quickly, shaking away the puppy dog eyes as you sat up. You reached over for her glasses, holding them up and out to her as your eyes traced the slender, 6 foot tall woman towering over you, lips curled up in a smirk. “Living out your sadistic fantasies with me, huh, Kiramman?”

caitlyn was a reserved woman. calm, collected, most would argue incredibly stoic. and in bed, those traits didn't seem to stray from her.

she was careful with you, every touch was strategic. each kiss that she dragged across your body, the press of her fingers—everything had a distinct purpose. she was a giver, her pleasure shining through by pleasing you. 

she never pushed, never lost her composure, never took more than you were willing to give. and you, being the person you were, never asked for anything outside of her tortured bounds. you were thoroughly satisfied with your sex life, pleased even with how caitlyn treated you.

but her mind couldn't help but wander, spending her nights lying awake, wondering how you would react to someone else. someone else that was...rougher.

someone whose touch marred your skin like spindled rope, who took and took without regard.

she wondered how your body would respond, if your back would bow into their jagged hands or shy away from it. if your pretty, silken moans would spill from your lips, or broken, choked gasps crawl up your throat.

the tainting thought abhorred her, yet it occupied her mind, seeping in like poison into the darkest places of her psyche. so much so, she couldn't bear to keep it to herself.

hence she introduced the idea to you one night, lying in bed. you asked curiously who this person would be, and the name slipped from her mouth as if it were a casual question—a casual circumstance. 

violet.

she was a friend of caitlyn's, a friendship that you'd never understand. they were complete opposites, their personalities flipping into each other like a cursed mirror. and yet, you still agreed.

now tonight, the frigid woman rests her forearms on a leather chair in the corner of a costly hotel, tired eyes raking over the scene unfolding in front of her. the musky scent of saffron and fresh linen filled the suite, gold embellishments adorning every corner of the high walls. 

she watched as violet towered over your frame, her bruised fingers tugging at the soft hotel robe you wore. you gasped as she did, body jerking as she unknotted the white fabric, eyes wide at the foreign roughness.

you absolutely weren't used to this. if it were caitlyn she'd spend minutes taking her time to undress you, but violet? she took seconds, her calloused hands peeling it off and letting it fall haphazardly, as if it were an inconvenience to her. you couldn't adjust to the vast difference, yet it made a shameful arousal pool in your stomach.

her hand spans across the back of your neck, pulling your naked body to be flush against hers. she tilts her head, a lazy smile forming on her lips. "you wanna give your uptight girlfriend a show?" she muses, her tone full with promise.

caitlyn wanted to scoff at the teasing jab, but she refrained when she took in the look on your face.

your pupils were blown wide, irises swimming with poorly hidden arousal. you flit them over to caitlyn for a split second, before returning them to violet, giving her an obedient nod.

violet's smirk widened, "yeah? gonna give her reeeal good show, princess." 

caitlyn's cunt throbbed at the thought.

violet's lips were on yours in an instant, her tongue slipping into your mouth as if she was staking a temporary claim. you let out a soft whimper, hands gripping the tired fabric of her shirt. her fingers dug into your nape, pressing into your flesh in a way that had your body buzzing.

this was nothing like what you were used to. your lips melded together, teeth clashing messily as she pushed you onto the soft bed below. her body pushes into you, slotting her knee right in between your thighs, pressing firm into your cunt.

your slick kissed the rough fabric in an instant, soaking it as her lips stayed locked on yours. her rough hands pinched at your pebbled nipples, rolling them cruelly against her fingers.

caitlyn had never been this horny in her life, eyes burning into the scene that was so selfishly unfolding in front of her. your back arched prettily off the delicate egyptian cotton, pulling violet closing as if you needed her to breathe. 

she should've been repulsed by the thought—disgusted at how you leaned into the touch of another woman so easily. how you slipped gently from caitlyn's loving grasp, melting like soft clay to be molded in the possession of violet.

but she wasn't.

she felt her arousal pool in her panties, thighs clenching together with burning invigoration. 

you squirmed in violet's touch, hips bucking into her knee, finding meek pleasure in the subtle movement. violet pulled away from you, a mean smirk on her face as she watched your pathetic attempt to stimulate yourself. her sharp grey eyes lock with caitlyn's, the smug look on her face growing wider.

"is she a whore like this for you?" she rasped, digging her fingers against your thighs to halt your desperate movements. her eyes never left caitlyn as she pushed her knee closer to your sopping cunt, letting you watch your soddened lips spread against the soaked fabric. 

caitlyn couldn't move—couldn't breathe at the arrogant question. her stomach caved, mouth going dry as your soft, breathy whimpers rang against the dull walls. violet's head tilted expectantly, awaiting her answer.

she shook her head curtly, "..no, she isn't."

violet huffed out a chuckle, "of course she isn't, y'don't treat her like this." she halted her movements, pulling her knee from your sticky cunt. you whined at the loss of contact, canting your hips towards her.

she swiftly undid her pants, pushing them into a crumbled heap on the floor. beneath them was a harness and strap that she already had on. her fingers entangle in your hair, giving a harsh tug that burns your scalp.

"c'mon, i wanna see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick," she gruffs, maneuvering your body onto your knees. you wasted no time getting comfortable at the foot of the bed, eyes peering up between violet's legs as she guided the jutting tip towards your lips.

you lolled out your tongue, jaw gaping as she slid in steadily. you thought she'd be slow at first, guiding it in slow—but your naive expectations were thwarted. her hips thrusted deep into your mouth, shoving the length of it right into your uvula. 

you gag hard, spit already spilling past your lips as she kept her pace. your eyes squeezed shut, throat fluttering at every mean drag of her dick against the sensitive column of your throat.

it was brutal—depraved and unhinged the way she handled you. and judging by the triumphant glint in her eyes, she knew that.

"shit, fuckin' look at you. so damn greedy for it," she groans, her hand gripping your hair like she owned it. her face held obvious surprise, shocked that you'd taken it down your throat without much of a fight.

her head craned towards caitlyn, another venomous insult on the tip of her tongue before—

caitlyn's pants were thrown to the floor, along with her dignity, as her fingers plunged deep into her soaked pussy. 

"oh my god," violet chuckles, "you're fuckin' sick."

caitlyn didn't respond, eyes fixated on you swallowing violet's dick. it was so messy—spit slicking it up as it drips down your naked body. your jaw aches, throat burning as she meanly plugs it up with each rut against your mouth. 

you shift your gaze over to your girlfriend, zeroing in on how cream froths on her fingers. the sight makes you moan around violet, which makes her force you to deepthroat her deeper.

she looks down at you, lids heavy with lust as she takes in your sinful form. your slobber is everywhere—coating her thighs, your face, and chest. you took her in so greedily, tongue lapping up the underside of it as she bullied your throat. god, it was the prettiest fucking thing she's ever seen.

"take it—c'mon don't run. show her how much of a whore you are," she grins, pushing your head down further on her dick. your mind whirled, taking inch by inch with hazed fervor. your eyes stayed on caitlyn, watching as her arousal dripped onto the chair. 

she was quiet—she always was, but you knew she was close. the tremble in her thighs as she held them back, the way her chest heaved with those pretty, faint pants leaving her lips, that you could never get enough of. she loved this, and you loved seeing her satisfied. 

violet pulled you off of her suddenly, the rush of air hitting your lungs making you gasp. you didn't have time to recover before she manhandled you onto the bed, positioning you on your hands and knees facing caitlyn. 

your lungs burn as you try to adjust, but violet doesn't allow you to. 

her hand rested lightly on your hip, lining up the tip with your fluttering hole. soft, urging whines left your lips, giving her the prettiest arch against the bed—your offering to her.

she teases you for what feels like hours, coating the veiny silicone with the wetness that was dribbling out of your pussy. just as the tip slips in, parting your soaked folds, a rough hand wraps snugly around your neck. she nudges your chin up, forcing your eyes to set on your girlfriend in front of you.

"you keep your eyes on her, you understand? want her to see how i fuckin' ruin you," her fingers tightened around your throat, making you nod eagerly at her words before her hips rammed inside of you.

your eyes bulged at the unforgiving stretch, the burn pulling a choked gasp from your throat. she sets her pace almost instantly, her hips brutal as she bullied your insides. 

you tried grasping at the sheets, tried running away, but her hand on your throat held you in place. you felt her in every crevice of your soddened cunt, the shaft of it dragging so deep inside of you. it felt like a punishment—and your hole sucked her in so perfectly.

she watched as you took her mean thrusts, spreading the fat of your ass to see the ring of cream pooling at the base of the harness.

"goddd, this pussy is so fucking needy, huh? milkin' me like a champ," the taunting in her voice rang through your ears like a church bell. your mind barely registers with anything but the movement of her hips. and the fucking look on caitlyn's face.

her eyes are glossed over, mouth slightly gaped as her fingers plunge further into her dripping cunt. her dark brows tilted upward, the pure look of ecstasy etched into her skin, watching you get debased by a woman that isn't her.

"p-please..vi," you huffed, not entirely knowing what you were begging for. her hand dug harder into your skin, the other pushing your back into a deeper, sluttier arch for her as she muttered, "shut the fuck up, you love this shit, i know you do."

you only moaned in response, the heavenly sound fueling caitlyn to quicken her sinful ministrations. she couldn't take her eyes off you, every gasp and moan, the tremble in your body—god, the way your tits bounced with every bruising thrust, it was a reverent sight. 

her tip hit your cervix so harshly, hit after hit, reducing your loud moans of pleasure to breathless gasps and stutters. she pounded into you like she hated you, hips never faltering as she whispered degrading things into the shell of your ear.

"she could never do this to you, hm? never treats you how you want to be treated," she grunts, pulling your body back into her chest. you're drooling at this point, mind buzzing, and throat sore from your endless pleas of rapture. 

a sharp smack comes down on your sensitive clit, making your body jolt. "answer me, tell her how she never treats you like this—like the fuckin' slut you really are," she purrs, abusing your neglected clit with another mean slap. you mewl, back bowing as you struggle to meet caitlyn's burning gaze.

"f-fuck—hah—you never t-treat me like this," your voice comes out shaky, hands scrambling at violet's arms as she starts to really fuck you. your entire body feels like it's vibrating, the filthy squelches growing louder and louder as your sloppy pussy gushes onto her shaft.

the look in caitlyn's eyes becomes more desperate, your words ignite a fire she had been adamant about putting out for so long. 

a wicked smile shines on violet's face, angling her hips to fuck into you even deeper. "yeah? i give you what you need though, right princess? i fuck you how you need, not her," her venomous taunting makes your breath hitch, your cunt wildly quivering around her. 

you're too far gone that you mindlessly nod, head lolling back against her shoulder. your body was slicked with sweat, sticking against her when your bodies connected. "mmgh—yes! you f—hnngh—fuck me how i need," the words come out slurred, but the message goes straight to caitlyn's cunt.

she lets out a soft moan that violet catches immediately, her sharp canines grinning in twisted excitement. "oh? are you gonna cum? y'a gonna cum watching your sweet, innocent girl get fucked into a slut?" 

her face flushes at violet's crude words, but she nods. violet's hold on you becomes tighter, thrusting right into that sweet spot of yours that makes you see stars. you whimper her name, body going limp in her grasp as you feel your orgasm building deep in your gut.

hot tears run down the mounds of your cheeks, your weak grasp on her arms slipping as she tortured your clit with fast, tight circles. "m'—haah—m' gonna cum..oh my god," your whining only makes her go faster, pinpointing her thrusts just right.

caitlyn's back bows against the chair, the convulsions of your body increasing, and violet knew exactly what to say.

"c'mon, watch each other fall apart. watch her cum for me while you sit like a pathetic mutt."

a white haze washes over your vision, dewy rivulets pooling from your cunt as your spend sprays everywhere. your cunt spasms around her, walls clamping down like they didn't want to let go. you're completely limp, body sagging against the heat of violet's as she uses you for all you have. 

caitlyn creams all over her fingers, eyes wide open, watching you unravel so beautifully against her friend. her cunt flutters around her slender fingers, thighs shaking with overwhelming pleasure. 

the room is silent for a moment, filled with heaving pants of exhaustion. violet slowly slides out of you, her arms still tightly wrapped around your weak body.

she carefully lays you on the bed, picking up her things quietly. your lids are heavy with sleep, yet you still turn towards caitlyn, arms reaching out for her touch. 

she looks toward caitlyn, "i'll leave you two lovebirds to it," a playful smirk on her face, before sauntering out of the suite.

caitlyn made her way towards the bed, peppering kisses along your spent body while whispering soft praises against your skin. a jarring difference of what you'd just experienced. each murmur of her lips was a quiet reminder of who you really belong to, that you'd always come running for her gentleness in the end. 

You groaned, feeling hazy after being pulled from your sleep. Feeling the warmth of both women on your body made it hard to stay awake. You always sleep this way, squeezed in between of Vi and Cait, enjoying their warm and soft bodies. You never complained, because you really loved the feeling of protection, helping you fall asleep quicker.

You managed to open your mouth to mumble a soft ´morning`, while streching your body, almost hitting Cait in the process. "What time is it?", you asked unfazed.

Cait answered, "It´s half past seven". You looked at her. Cait´s eyes looked heavy, telling you that she must´ve woken up briefly before you.

"Do you have to work?", you asked looking at both women. "No. We can spend some time together today". You smiled at this. Days like this, on which all of you had a free day from work, didn`t happen often. So you enjoy every moment you have together.

Vi leaned in, kissing your forehead, pulling you close. "Can we just stay in bed all day?", she asked. Right in that moment her stomach rumbles, making you chuckle. "Looks like we can´t. Can´t have you starving.", Cait chimed in.

"I can make pancakes.", you spoke into Vi`s neck, breathing in her scent. She smells soft but pungent at the same time, like sandalwood and cinnamon. You gifted her a shower gel that smells just like this, making you smile at the thought that she liked the present.

Your mention of pancakes made Vi´s head shoot up, making you chuckle. "Pancakes?". Vi looked like a little puppy, getting a treat.

"Yeah, but we have to get up first." You felt a small protest from them, who hugged you thight. Eventually they loosend their grip, Cait being the first to leave the bed. You followed suit, having to peel away Vi´s arms, to get her to stand up. She acted like a baby in the morning, cuddling up to Cait and you. You loved it.

You followed Cait into the bathroom, splashing water onto your face, before doing your skincare routine and brushing your teeth. You left before Vi and Cait, opening your drawer in the bedroom, pulling out a white tanktop and some sweatpants and changing your clothes.

Your girlfriends still haven´t left the bathroom, probably playfighting or snickering about something stupid. You walked into the kitchen already, using this moment alone the prepare some pancake batter. It´s always messy when Vi´s in the kitchen while you bake. She tries to eat some of the dough or batter, or smears some on your or Cait´s face. You didn´t hate it, but it could lead to you spending hours in the kitchen, throwing flour at each other and having to clean up the kitchen afterwards.

You prepared the pancakes, putting them on plates just in time, as both women walked into the kitchen, sitting down. "It smells so good, Peach. I love it when you bake.", Vi admits making you smile. You placed the plates with pancakes infront of the women, sitting down with your own plate. Cait looks at the food in front of her, smiling before she takes a bite. "I agree, Vi. She´s the best baker around.", she says before turning to you. "Thank you sweetheart."

You blushed slightly at the compliments, before taking a bite of your pancakes. You´ve told them countless times not to thank you for your baking, because you honestly just loved to see their satisfied faces.

Vi and Cait started to talk about your plans for today, suggesting staying in and watching a movie. "Peach, what movie should we watch?", Vi asked. You thought for a while, before speaking up, "How about Spiderman?". Vi smiled, noding her head. You know that Vi loved to watch spiderman, always accepting the invitation to watch the movies with her.

"Again? We´ve watched it like 5 times this month.", Cait says. Vi looked at her dissapointed, making Cait give in. "Fine. Let´s watch spiderman.", she sighed.

You all moved to the couch, settling in. When the movie started, Vi laid in between your legs, while Cait settled onto Vi´s stomache. Your attenion drifted to the movie. You placed your hand on Vi´s head, stroking her pink hair. Her warmth in between your legs made you hot. You started to fantasise about those moments, late at night, when Cait sat on your face while Vi slurped you up. Your face heated up at that thought, you legs unconsciously closing around Vi’s hips, pulling her attention from the movie.

“Is everything alright, peach?”, she asked, also pulling Cait’a attention from the movie, which surprised you, because she ‘apparently’ hated spiderman. “Yes”, you answered, “Just getting comfortable.”

Vi placed her head on your boobs, turning her head to kiss them trough your shirt. They were satisfied with your answer, turning their heads to the TV. Vi’s head remained on your chest, which made you drift off to those memories again.

The dynamic between both women and you was always strong. Like a match made in heaven. You three never had problems in the bedroom, one always taking on the dominant role, switching once they pleased you. You always took care of each other, making sure everyone reached their climax, often reaching for more then one. Sometimes, when one of you had to work, you also spend your times with one of them. Licking Vi´s pussy, or scissoring with Cait. Or them eating each other out. You don´t mind it, always catching up.

You thought about touching them. Tracing your hands down Vi´s abs, or squeezing Cait´s thighs. You love them, and their beautiful bodies. It was exciting, taking of each others clothes, kissing their necks. You felt youself getting wet, trying hard not to grind onto Vi´s back. You wrapped one arms around Vi´s shoulders and out around her waist, reaching for Cait´s head, now stroking her hair. Vi placed her hand in yours and Cait sighed at your touch. You felt at peace.

But also incredibly horny.

Vi looked over her shoulder, noticing that you´re not paying attention to the movie. She thought about your thighs proped up against her waist. They are soft. She can feel it, even trough your pants. You saw her gaze on your face, catching her eyes, pulling her away from her thoughts. You stared at each other, making you smile. You leaned in and kissed her lips, Vi moving her head to give you better access. Her lips felt soft against yours, which made you want more. You slipped your tounge into her mouth, Vi moaning at the feeling. This cought Cait´s attention. She smirked at the sight of you two making out.

She never felt left out. Watching you both enjoy each other´s body always made her feel hot, heat pooling in between her thighs. Cait got on her knees, Vi´s thighs on hers. She placed her hands on Vi´s boobs, which made Vi gasp into your mouth. You took this advantage, thanking Cait in your mind, to deepen the kiss. There you were, making Vi loose her cool right in front of you.

Cait roamed her hands over Vi´s body, her hands reached her pants, slipping her fingers under her waistband. Vi lifted her hips, giving Cait permission to take of her bottoms. After she pulled them off she admired the view of Vi´s pussy. She could make out her wetness in between her lips. Cait slid her finger trough them, teasing her clit with the collected slick. Vi moaned. Her sound is like music to your ears.

You pulled away from the kiss, Vi following your lips before settling her head on your boobs again. You cought Cait´s gaze, smirking at her, pulling her in by the neck. Your lips connecting right in front of Vi´s face, made her bite her lip. She buckled her hips onto Cait´s fingers, moaning at the feeling of them touching her pussy.

You broke away from the kiss, looking into Cait´s eyes. She suddenly stood up, Vi whining at the cold feeling on her pussy. You watched Cait undress herself, her pants hitting the floor. You chuckled, knowing what she was planning.

She lifted Vi´s leg, placing her own over Vi´s hip. She moaned after feeling Cait´s pussy on her own. They started to grind on each other, moaning and groaning at the feeling. Cait leaned forward, connecting her lips with yours again. Your hands traveling to Vi´s boobs, pinching her nipples, which pulled a whine out of her mouth.

Their noises filled the living room, your own joining after Cait slid her tounge into your mouth. Your mind was spinning. You felt your nipples grazing against your shirt, making you buckle your hips onto Vi´s back.

Vi moaned, feeling overstimulated by the feeling of her clit grazing against Cait´s, your finger pulling at her nipples, Cait´s boobs right beside her face and your hips pushing against her. She felt her climax approach, her moans doubling on volume. Cait´s clit slid against Vi´s, making her cum, her loud moans letting you know that she reached her climax.

Cait slowed her hips, coming to a stop. Your hands left Vi´s chest, laying against her stomach. Vi cought her breath. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Cait´s.

"How you feeling, baby?", your voice pulling Vi from her mind. She sat up answering, "Horny." You chuckled at her answer, placing your hand on her cheek, stroking circles onto her skin. Cait looked at you two, her pussy dripping. She reached for you, her hands catching the bottom of your top, pulling it off of your body.

She smirked at the sight of your boobs, your hardend nipples catching her eyes. Vi watched you both, before pushing Cait on her back. "Let´s take care of you two, Yeah?"

You smiled, watching Vi crawl down Cait´s legs, her mouth reaching Cait´s clit. Both women groaned, one enjoying the taste, the other melting into her mouth. You sprung into action, pulling your pants of and tossing them on the ground. You walked up to Cait, your thighs placed around her face. She opened her eyes, grinning at the sight of your wet pussy. She placed her hands on your hips, forcing you on her mouth. She lapped at your slick, sucking on your clit. You held onto the couch, throwing your head back, a moan leaving your mouth.

You looked over your shoulder, watching Vi´s tounge dissapear into Cait´s pussy. The sound of moans filled the room again, your nipples hard because of the cold air. Yet the room was hot. Sweat appeared your face. The feeling of Cait´s fingers massaging your pussy pulled your attention to her again. You watched her other hand travel up your thighs, her fingers resting on your hole. She stared into your eyes before her fingers sunk into you. You groaned at the feeling of her streching you out. Your warm walls left her satisfied, her mouth connecting with your clit again.

Vi also brought up her hand, coating her fingers with Cait´s slick, before sinking them in. Cait moaned, which made you clench on her fingers. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, moans and groans filling the air, aswell as the sound of the movie, playing on the TV, which was long forgotten. You felt yourself getting closer, Cait´s tounge on your clit and her fingers stroking in a steady rythym, made your climax approach. Your hands cought your boobs, your fingers tugging your nipples.

Your climax hit you like a wall. Your hips riding Cait´s face, as your moans got louder. Your walls thighten until Cait couldn´t move her fingers anymore. You fell on Cait, your arms catching you as you looked down onto her. Cait pulled her mouth off your clit and her fingers out of your pussy, as she felt her own climax approach.

Vi quickend her pace, devouering Cait, as you pulled yourself off of her, your feet catching the ground. Cait threw her head back, a loud whine leaving her lips and her body stiffening. She rode out her orgasm, satisfied moans leaving her mouth.

Vi pulled away from Cait, sitting up as she gave you a proud look.