#caitlynsrighteye

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 :,(

If you request! They are added to my masterlist for todo's!

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!!

Born into generational wealth with high status due to her parents' success in business and entrepreneurship. Caitlyn is expected to live up to the same fate, whether it's from her own success or married into another rich family.

That is what Caitlyn planned in order to please her parents.

Until her eyes landed upon you. Beautiful, nonchalant. The sway of your hips as you roam the halls of Piltover High. You were simply walking to your next class before the bell rang, but to Caitlyn, why did time seem too slow when her gaze averted to you?

You, on the other hand, did not bat an eye or spare a second glance. You paid no attention to snotty rich athletes. Especially one as popular as the navy-haired girl. Whom always seemed to have a new girl wrapped around her slim finger every week. She wasn't just the school's top basketball player she WAS a player, and you had no interest in being used.

She noticed you around more. During the passing period, the library, even sitting in the stands as you watch her team, play on the court.

Vi, your best friend. Practically grew up with each other along her sister and brothers. The redhead was also on that team you were cheering for. The game was going well with Piltover in the lead. Each shot Caitlyn took, she always looked your way to make sure you were watching (show-off) and surprisingly didn't miss a single one, like you were her goodluck charm (or maybe just being a try hard to impress you).

The team of Piltover Blue jerseys ran onto the other teams side, ready to score again. Vi passed up all opponent team players, dribbling the ball with skilled precision, ready to pass to Caitlyn. The tall athlete was ready for the pass, yet subconsciously glanced your way, and the ball being passed to her hit her straight in the head. The impact created an embarrassingly loud boing sound. While you watched too.

After the game, Caitlyn walked out of the lockerroom, icepack in hand was placed on her black swollen left eye. She saw you talking with your strong built friend. Before Caitlyn could walk away and sulk, Vi looked over her shoulder and called the girl over.

"Oye! Super star, come over here," said Vi. The blue-eyed player sighed and turned around slowly before walking in your direction. Her face was flushed. Not a clue if it was from the recent game or the embarrassment of you looking at her in her current state.

"We won, but at what cost?" The redhead laughed, patting Caitlyn on the shoulder. Caitlyn usually had this confident demeanor in her stance, but now her back was slightly slouched, and the hand that wasn't holding onto the icepack was cluthing onto one of her backpack straps.

"There was something in my eye, wasn't ready to- " she was interrupted by vi, "Yeah sure, Cupcake," Caitlyn scoffed at the nickname. Violet's phone dings as she gets a text message. "Oh, Powder's waiting for me in the car, gotta go, see ya later, pirate," she says, teasing Caitlyn. She nods in your direction as a fair well, leaving you and the tall player alone.

All was silent until you broke it. "Don't mind Vi, are you alright?" You chuckle in between your sentences. Her gaze leaves the floor where she is staring down at her untied laces. "Yeah, totally. T'is no big deal, didn't even hurt," she tried to play it off, even knowing that her eye throbbed against the coolness of the bag.

Looking back, you never actually talked to the girl, nor did you know that she had an accent. It was quite cute if you were being completely honest.

"So, uh, nice to meet you... cupcake?" She sighed before speaking. "You can just call me Caitlyn, please," you bit your lip, surpressing a laugh, ready to burst out.

"Alright, Caitlyn," the sound of her name rolling off your tongue sent butterflies to her stomach. "I'm Y/n-".

"We had bio together 2nd year," she blurted out, unaware of how she just happened to remember that in that moment. You stared at her with wide eyes as she let go of her bag strap to scratch behind her neck that didn't even itch, tugging on the small hairs that couldn't be pulled into a ponytail.

She stood there even more embarrassed. Where did all this awkwardness come from. It was usually so easy for her to talk to girls, but something about you made her knees buckle and stomach turn.

There was some small talk between the two of you before you realized it was getting late and you're still standing in the halls of the school. Caitlyn offered to walk you back to your car, and you obliged in appreciation.

-

For the next few weeks, the only messages Caitlyn waits and picks up for are yours. The both of you had grown fond of each other. Hanging out, at first, it was with Vi, but soon ended up with just the two of you alone. She would walk you to your classes, not bothering about the time she had left for passing period. Jogging towards your spot in the bleachers after games.

All the girls she was once in contact with were blocked on her phone. She only had eyes for you.

Months pass, and you finally give in to her flirtatious gestures. One study night at her place, you both laid on her queen sized bed. Your backpacks are sitting on the floor of her bed, binders and papers cover the end of her matress as you both were making out on her freshly cleaned sheets. Legs tangled with each other as you and her laid on your sides. Your arms around her neck as she has one hand behind your head, pulling you impossibly close, and her other roaming the curves of your side. You were both lost in each others grasp.

For so long, she dreamt of finally being able to touch you as she palmed herself late at night in her bed. And here you were, tongues exploring each others mouths, saliva strings connecting your lips to her plump ones.

So lost in each other that you almost missed the knock at her bedroom doors. The handle turned, and the door creaked open. You both pushed off each other. Your push was accidentally too aggressive as she fell off the side of her bed with a thud. The bed was angled enough from the door so that when Caitlyn's mom, Cassandra, entered the room, the blue-haired girl was out of sight.

"Hello, Y/n, do you happen to know where Caitlyn had gone off to?" Her poor mother, so polite. You are sat up on her comforter with homework placed in front of your lap. "She's in the restroom, Mrs. Kiramman," you say, hiding the fact that you're out of breath and your face is bright red like a tomato. "So, I see. When she comes back, please let her know to come to my office for a moment," The older woman closes the door behind her after you say, "Of course, maam".

After a long minute of waiting for her mother to leave down the hall, you crawl to the side of the bed and see Caitlyn on her back with her arm slung over her face, holding back a silent laugh. You both begin to laugh as you asked, "Are you okay?" You grab her arm to remove it from her beautifully sculpted features. Her deep blue eyes meet yours, and you're mesmerized. "I'm alright, thank you," she sits up, and before you can say another word, she pulls you from the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

-

Soon after, she takes you out and asks you to be her girlfriend, but with a boundary of keeping it a secret. The more people are aware of the newfound relationship, the more likely her parents would find out. It didn't bother you to the core, but it was different.

As if luck wasn't on your side, her parents almost always managed to catch you both barely while you work at each others bodies.

One evening, she invited you over for a movie night, and the next thing you know, you're pushed deep into the plush couch of her living room with your thighs squeezing around her head tightly, as she's kneeled on the floor with your fingers tangled into her luscious navy blue hair and your other hand gripping the cushions behind you. The Kiramman heir is talented with her tongue. Swiping up long stripes from your entrance to your aching clit. The sounds were lewd, wet and loud, of her ravaging your pussy that needed her mouth so badly. You've ever felt such ecstacy before meeting her. Feels as if the moment you two began being intimate with each other, she knew where to please you and knew what would feel good.

Your irises rolled back, and your toes clung to the fabric of her shirt. Your moans were like music to her ears, wishing she could have you like this always. Both her hands grabbed at your flesh. One giving special attention to the mounds of fat on your chest and the other thrusting two fingers into your pulsing heat, curling them at a certain angle that drove you over the edge.

The air felt hot and heavy. Caitlyn's dick was out free and soaked in your spit from your ealier oral attention, her tip rubbing against the cloth of the couch. She humped against it, creating friction she needed. All was well till you saw silhouettes of a man and woman outside the window curtains near the front door.

Through broken moans you panick, "Ah- Fuck... Cait," you tug her hair and she looks at you confused before turning to the door. She quickly, but carefully picks you up off the couch. As soon as your feet hit the cold floor, you felt like jelly. Bad timing for Caitlyn to take your ability to walk. She brought you over to a nearby closet filled with hanging jackets and shelves of shoes and shoved your clothes into your arms before giving you a quick peck to your lips.

She practically jumped into her sweatpants and tucked her spit-slicked cock into the waistband to hide her hardened length. Her parents' keys could be heard as it worked to open the large door. When the noble couple stepped inside, their daughter sat on the couch watching where you and her left off on the movie.

"Hello, Caitlyn," her mother greets. Her father was about to say the same before he sniffed the air and tugged to loosen the business tie around his neck. "Darling, what is that smell?" He says, looking around the room. Caitlyn, with a nonchalant look to her face while she lights a candle on the side table next to the couch. "Im not sure," Sweat threatened to slide down her temple. Her blue eyes darted to the closet door that you hid in. Mr. Kiramman walked in your direction to put his coat away. She never stood so fast in her life she thought she'd pass out. Walking over to her father, she guides him to a small table where she had put the mail. "Dad, I saw this envelope from earlier, looks important," she put the pile of mail in his hands. "Oh well, thank you, Caitlyn," he says before heading towards his office where his wife followed after him.

"Phew," she sighed, hurrying towards your hiding spot where you had your hand covering your mouth to shield your heavy breaths. She opened the sliding doors to your shocked state, worried that you had been caught. You were still naked, legs shaking with arousal dripping down your skin. She gently caresses your cheek, comforting a soft smile from your lips. You take her hand as she helps you out of the closet, bringing you to the closest bathroom where she had you sit on the counter and helped you back into your clothes. Unfortunately, you both blue balled that night.

-

There was one place where Mr and Mrs. Kiramman couldn't catch you and your super hot girlfriend, the backseat of her car in a dark empty parking lot being lit by the tall light polls. Being the offspring of two rich, important people, she drove a huge murdered out cadillac escalade. The windows were tinted, and the interior was expensive leather. The backseat was large enough and had room for you both to lay.

The sun had gone down a few hours ago. Caitlyn had taken you out to a nice dinner after her team had won a basketball championship while being mvp on the court. The gym was filled in cheers from the crowd, and her teammates shouted in victory. Vi ran up to Cait and lifted her off her feet to congratulate the star of the game. The restaurant was dimly lit by glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candles placed on tables. The navy-haired woman was cleaned up, wearing a black pant suit with her hair down resting on her broad shoulders.

As you sat down, she wanted to be extra fancy by ordering wine, but she got ID'd for not being 21 by the waiter (buzz kill). She was romantic and knew how to bring your face to a bright red. Knew how to make you laugh and overall make you want to bend over for her. Dinner was good, yet unbearable with the ache between your legs. The two of you basically hurried out of there, almost forgetting to pay.

Now, here you are, both sat in the backseat, straddling her bare lap as you bounced on her hardened cock. Your bodies fully exposed to each other with goosebumps along your skin. Hands on her shoulders, as hers gripped your hips with bruising strength. Your lips were attached to her neck, sucking and biting the flesh, turning it purple. Her head was thrown back on the seat with her eyes closed tightly. You watched in awe how undone you've made her. Her face wincing from the squeezing pleasure you've given her. Causing you to gain the stamina to bounce harder on her.

Caitlyn was lost in the deep red sea of your pussy as you tightened around her shaft. Each bounce stroked her from tip to hilt repeatedly. Her cock was so deep inside, it kissed your cervix painfully, your clit making contact with her pelvis as you landed.

The windows were completely fogged over, with handprints scattering its area. Her car rocked with each movement. Both your moans overcame the music playing on the bluetooth. The claps of your skin colliding with hers rang in your ears.

"Ha- fuck," you moaned. Caitlyn was not paying attention. Her head was still thrown back as she just sat there enjoying as you rode her. You took one of your hands from her shoulders to tug at her ponytail, bringing her face towards yours. Her eyelids drooped, looking fucked out and exhausted. She crashes her lips onto yours, kissing you hard. The kiss was messy, and your tongues danced together. Saliva strings connecting you both together.

Your movements began to slow as you grew tired. As if energy was transferred over, her kiss became brutal. Tongue dominating yours to explore the inside of your mouth. Her body leaned into you to get closer. If getting closer was even possible at this point. She pulled away from the kiss to watch as your body moved.

Grinding down on her, her erection rubbed against your sweet spot deliciously. Her sapphire eyes stared onto your perfectly round boobs, taking one nipple into her mouth sucking it hard like a hungry babe. "Fuck baby, you're so good," she said, mouth full of your chest mounds. The grip on your hips started to get rough as she helped you move, getting your body to continue bouncing. The sounds of your moans against her ear and your wet cunt swollowing her long cock whole was obscene. Straight out of a porno.

She had never felt this good before. Never with any other girl she's fucked for her own enjoyment made her feel the way she feels in this moment. Never had one of those girls made her fall head over heels. She was in love with you and wanted only you.

Her mouth left your boob with a pop. With the remaining strength and endurance she had left in her, she lifted you. Without pulling out of your cunt to pushed you down onto the center console. Your body getting stuck between the driver and passenger seat. With a shocked expression on your face, you watched her smirk stupidly before her hips took off. Pounding into you with such speed and force behind each thrust till her thighs burned from the awkward position. Your body moved upwards with each stroke she gave you, and you winced in pain when your skin skid along the leather seats. Your fingernails dug into her shoulders, creating scratch marks ready to bleed.

Your moans grew louder, and her balls slapped against your ass. You felt evey thick vein of her cock rubbing your inner walls. The head breaking through you made you feel like you'd be split into two. "Ahh Cait! You're gonna m-make me fucking cum," you lifted your head to watch her dick disappear within you. Your eyes almost rolled back at the sight of her thrusting into you. Her forhead slick with sweat, bottom lip between her teeth, her boobs bouncing with each pound of her hips onto yours. She gasped, close to her nut bust she watched her dick print on your lower tummy. It turned her on so much more. Her palms pressed down onto where she could see her dick going in and out of you, tickling your g-spot from the outside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your velvet walls clenched onto her girth. She moan in unison with you. "Shit so tight. Wanna cum in you," her jaw tensed as you were clamped down hard onto her.

"Fuck fuck Cait!" You screamed. Squeezing her member hard, her balls tightened. You squirted all over her. Your hot fluids coating her pelvis. White cum burst from her tip and into you. Her strokes were slower, riding out both your highs. Long and deep strokes. Your body shook from the intense orgasm. Her eyes were glued to you the whole time while she took control. She craved the faces you made while she fucked you into a mindless sack of flesh. Regaining consciousness from your high, your eyes locked to hers. She stood awkwardly over you, trying to catch her breath before pulling her sore cock out of you.

It's as if the whole world went silent, and you and her were at the center of it all. Your gaze lingered onto hers before following a bead of sweat down to her swollen glossy lips. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you pulled her in to taste the sweet padding of her lips. She sighed into it, feeling relaxed and loved within your grasp. Something she felt safe and vulnerable in.

The kiss broke, and she nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sent of your perfume and sweat. She placed soft pecks to the hickeys on your neck. Kisses that lead up your jaw to your cheek, then reached your forhead. After one final peck to your hairline, she looked up to see the time on the dashboard screen.

She sighed, "It's 3am," she watched as your eyebrows rose and your forhead wrinkled. "Oh shit," you say. A smile widened across your face as you do your best not to giggle. Yet, failed once she began to laugh with you. It wasn't a hilarious laugh it was more comfortable and soft sounding. Like, 'Oh my gosh, we were so caught up in the moment we didn't realize how late it had gotten'.

"Mum and dad are going to kill me," she rested her forhead against yours. You chucked and said, "We'll come up with an excuse."

"I love you."

You stared into her eyes blankly. Surprised by the sudden confession. Her body lifted, just as shocked as you were before taking a deep breath to keep eye contact with you.

"I love you, Y/n," she said it more confidently. It's been months since you both began dating, and you've gotten to know each other for almost a year by now. Confessing love was bound to happen sooner or later.

Your expression relaxed, and a sly smile spread on your lips. "About time, cupcake," you teased. "Oh, you shut up," she laughed.

"I love you too, Caitlyn Kiramman"

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Note: IT IS SO HARD FOR ME TO WRITE SMUT BC I JS WANNA WRITE BACKGROUND AND PLOT TO ITTTT AHHHH!

Also ps: i keep seeing hcs of Caitlyn loving to have reader ride in cowgirl position... and never see it in fics like i eat up that hc sm ugh, need to save a horse so bad🧎🏻‍♀️

“Sheriff– Ah,” you try to speak, but the hair on the back of your head was yanked by the scalp with an agonizing grip, forcing your tear stricken eyes to meet her dark gaze.

Her eyes were cold, icy blue, fueled by your whiney begs and erotic movements of your hips against her boot in the middle of her office after hours. The room is only being lit by one table lamp in the corner, giving the space a heavy and lustful atmosphere.

The blue-headed sheriff gives you an utmost domineering smirk, purely delighted by the way your tongue hangs out your mouth while you catch your heaving breath and that bright red hue spreading across your cheeks.

“I didn't say you can stop now, did I?”

You shake your head in her grip profusely before she brings your face back to her waiting center. A muffled whimper meeting back at her core where you continue to lap up her soused heat. Licking her like your dog bowl that she makes you drink from.

Your hips still in surprise now entirely focused on sucking and flicking your tongue on her hard clit.

She lifts the front of her foot, thrusting the silicon cock back into your drenched cunt, hitting you deeper than before inducing you to gasp in her cunt. She repeatedly does so till your hips go back to its grinding rhythm.

“That's it. Keep riding puppy,”

The vibrations of your moans send shocks up her spine causing her to bite down onto her bottom lip while eyeing your submissive form. Her gloved fingers still tangled in your hair, keeping your head close between her legs.

“Eyes on me when you eat, darling” She states, earning a view of your glossy puppy dog eyes meeting up at hers.

Her stomach starts to turn, her inner lips tensing around your tongue. You quicken your hips in excitement, wanting to taste her delicious release mixed in with your spit. You hump her leg aggressively, chasing a much needed orgasm in the midst of your mating season. The time you're in heat and can't bother to ignore it.

Just earlier you were sending her naughty videos of you grinding up against her pillow back at the Kiramman estate, soaking her sheets while she’s away at work. For days now is when you went into heat, the unbearable sticky feeling glistening your pussy and with Caitlyn always working, you had nobody to take care of your needs.

She sees your messages way before she responds, commanding you to head over that instant.

After every guard has clocked out, left for home, that’s when you stumbled into her dim office. Sheriff of Piltover, signing paperwork across her desk as you sway your hips back and forth, fluffy tail following in pursuit. You stood behind her chair reaching over her shoulder to caress her chest and fiddle with the buttons of her uniform.

She had you on your knees, neck strangled in a collar with your name on the tag the next moment.

Both her clothed hands hold onto your hair, pulling you further into her while you never stop the slick movements of your wet muscle. “Fuck–fuck,” She throws her head back against the leather rest of the chair gasping for air when she meets her high. After a long week, gods, she’s needed this. Grinding her hips against your face, your gaze never leaves the sight of her quivering under your touch.

Caitlyn's shaking is prolonged when you suck on her for more, the taste of her thrilling you to the max. With a groan she takes hold of the clamp attaching the leash to your tight collar and pulls you away from her stimulated clitorus. With the yank comes out a yelp, choking when your airflow is blocked for a slight second.

Before you could reach your release she picks you up off the dildo, its rigid tip leaving your cunt with a juicy pop, leaving you sitting on your knees on the hardwood flooring, fingers hurrying between your legs to flick your clit, complaining of the feeling of your pussy being empty.

Her pants clung around her knees, her uniform top unbuttoned for you to see her sports bra underneath. She picks up the end of the leash tugging your head up. She stands from her seat and you can't help the way your tail wags proudly when you see her arousal dripping down her legs.

She looks down at you with your ears raised, tongue out, sitting in front of her feet while you look up at her with absolute puppy love and joy. She bends slightly, reaching her free hand under your chin. “You’re so cute when you’re like this, puppy.”

-

The contrast of her moods during sex made everything so much more exhilarating. Making your pussy wetter with each attitude she brings to the table. One minute she’s praising you for how much of a good girl you are for behaving, the next, degrading you like the bitch you are. The bad dog in need of punishments.

She had brought you over to the couch that sits on by a wall in her office. You’re buried in the plush pillows, arms out in front hanging over the back of the sofa, digging your nails into it. Your back was in a deep arch, nipples hard from being exposed, knees in the seats of the couch with your thighs spread so far out in almost a split, toes curling with every harsh back shot you’re receiving from the tall heiress who’s standing behind you, leash wrapped around her knuckles to shorten the material. Her other hand holds the base of your tail to pull you back onto her thrusts, meeting her hips.

Your eyes have completely turned white from how far rolled back they are. You can’t manage any more words to leave your throat, only rough gasps and hungry yearns for your cunt to be ruined by her, for her to relieve that intolerable burning deep within your core.

You didn’t just want her, it was a need.

“You like it when I fuck your needy cunt, mutt? That’s what you are, huh? A mutt?” Your skin moves in waves with each rut of her hips. The hilt of her strap clashing with your ass that’s grown red from all the disciplined spanking she’s done.

The only answer leaving your lips were high-pitched moans from your opened lips, your tongue spilling saliva all over her office sofa. She leans in and gently blows on your soft ears, a pleasant feeling sending waves of chills throughout your body.

“Cait- shit,” you gasp when the hard tip of her cock hits your cervix, abusing the sensitive entrance of your womb. She hums in content, the way you always call out her name like it's the only name you know just does something to her, to be called out and begged for like a prayer.

“Yes, puppy? Want me to breed your unspayed pussy?” Her hips jerk harder, the force pushing your whole body deeper into the couch. You turn your head the most you can to speak over your sweat damped shoulder. “Ooh~ fuck yes! Please.”

She lets go of your leash and tail that wags in her face. Her hands grab onto your hips, surly to leave bruising marks and put all the effort she can give in thrusting her long, girthy toy cock that had to have been made for you based on how perfectly it fills you whole. Your fingernails scratch the fabric, your teary eyes closed shut, face pushed into the pillows, muffling your pleasured screams. If she had sperm you know you would have a whole litter of puppies by now with how often she needs to penetrate you with her strap after a long day.

You swear you can see stars in the darkness of your closed eyelids, her cock reaching great lengths, ruining you from the inside making your legs shake. A few more thrusts and you were gone, overflowed from the multiple orgasms she had you take on for the night, with this one ending the cycle. Her hips don’t stop moving, her eyes strained on your swollen entrance as you squirt all over her cock and on the floor between you. Her thrusts push more and more out of you while you spasm in her hands. Your body sinks further in the couch, chest heaving from the intense orgasm.

When you both come to a stop, she doesn’t pull the toy out of you, too mesmerized by how you’re able to fit such a size.

By the time she does pull away from you, finally letting you catch the break you needed after being relieved of the heat, your tail instinctively shies away in between your legs, covering up your throbbing hole.

You’ve fallen off the furniture, now kneeling on the floor with your upper body resting on top of the mattress of the couch.

Soft hands come to the buckle of your collar, gently taking it off your neck with a showing bruise all around, tossing it somewhere on the floor and lifting your body to lay comfortably on her blue office sofa. She removes all of her garments and lays down next to you, allowing you to cuddle up close to her chest, nose burying deep in her collarbone. She pets your head, your ears falling back with the motion as you begin to fall asleep in her arms.

She whispers softly, “You’re such a good girl.”

note: HIII sorry this took a min!! I was busy writing some other requests, but I couldn't wait to get started on this one

I hope you enjoyed and thank you for sending the request :)

Thanks for reading♡ Peace✌️

You lay at the edge of her mattress. Back bare and rocking against the sheets with each thrust of her hips. Your grip holding tight to her green colored covers while hers held your legs far apart. Your pussy spread for her use. Your velvety walls clenching around her girth as she abuses your cervix with the tip.

She's made you finish around her cock so many times already, but just as rumors say, she can go forever. Your lips, perfect tits and abdomen were splattered by her cum, warm and thick loads. Tears falling from your bloodshot eyes.

Caitlyn fucks you like her favorite toy. The perfect slut who does what she says. You're still, moans pretty and whiney, pussy tight and welcoming.

“Hmph~fuuuuck,” her head falls back, hips never faltering. “So fucking pretty.”

Her skin slaps against you, the sound echoes off the walls. She grabs your tit, squeezing hard making you squeal before slipping out and turning you onto your stomach.

“So good for me, yeah?” Her breath is heavy in your ear. Your exhausted whimpers were the only response you could give. Your head spinning from the alcohol and your body shaking from being so overstimulated.

She stands straight behind you. Her hands feel around the curve of your ass, thumbs pulling it apart to spread your throbbing pussy open. White cum dripping from your aching hole, she aims her tip to your entrance, leaning in to spit on your swollen vulva before inserting herself back inside. Sighing softly before ramming her hips once more.

One of her hands holds your side tightly while her other tangles itself in your hair, pulling your head back. Fucked out moans escaping your now chapped lips. Pussy feeling raw from the repeatedly rough penetrations. 

“Shit–” she groans deeply before her hips stick to yours, releasing another load inside while you blabber incoherent words. 

She pressed your head into the mattress and you moan when she pulls her length out, leaving you empty. Hand pumping herself dry on your ass with you both panting, making the room feel steamier than it already was.

-

For the next few weeks you hadn't planned to avoid her, but when the morning nausea began to hit, a missed cycle, and aches deep within. A truth you weren't yet ready to face.

Pregnant.

It's not like you didn't want her to know, but because she wasn't yours. The night you shared was indulgence, quick connections, not a promise. She was Sheriff of the enforcers, a reputation to withhold and a standard to live up to as a Kiramman. A woman who seemed to only be available to fleeting pleasures. How would she react to the news of you bearing her child?

So, you ghosted her, kept your distance, but you’d know she’d realize your absence. So one day she found herself knocking at the door of your family manor while your parents were away.

When you opened the door, she was dressed far more for it to be a casual visit. She leaned against the door frame, her regular smirk curled on her lips.

“I was beginning to think you disappeared, darling,” she murmured.

“I've been busy,” you say, tugging the robe that you wore on your shoulders closer.

“Busy avoiding me?” You responded with silence. Letting it hang low as she observed you up and down. Her previous playful demeanor fell, yet her confidence still stands. She steps closer, while you take a step back, keeping the distance.

“Well, whatever it is, I know we both enjoyed ourselves and if you wish to discontinue-”

“It’s not whether I enjoyed myself, Caitlyn. You can step away from something like this. I can’t,” you interrupted with a stern tone.

She looks at you confused, a slight tilt in her head.

“What are you saying?”

You open your mouth to speak, but close it right after, thinking of what to say. Too many words go through your head, yet you decide it’ll be easier to just get to the important part.

“I’m pregnant”

This seems to take her aback. She leans her weight on the door frame again, her hand running through her hair. The thought of her career, the majority of her time goes to being sheriff. Her parents and the Kiramman name.

“Bloody hell”

Then you. Another fling. Supposed to link and forget, but now bound by a tight knot.

She sighs, “You’re saying its…”

“Yours,” you finish.

“Are you positive? How can you be sure?” she says with a slight raise in her voice.

You just stare, “...I’m sure” You say sorely. You grab your arm anxiously, thumb rubbing into the silk robe. “I’m keeping it. I don’t expect you to stay… I know how you are,”

Caitlyn walks closer to you, standing straight up with perfect posture as she looks down at you, almost intimidatingly.

“You don’t know me,” you felt so small in her shadow that covered you completely. Feeling so afraid and alone.

“But…” you meet her gaze. Her expression was sharp, perfectly practiced, yet with eyes that didn’t pitty, but felt just as afraid.

“Actions have consequences and I can’t run away from something as significant as this”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. You didn’t touch, didn’t speak another word. Neither of you loved each other, nor had feelings for the other, but to be in this together was all the comfort you needed.

-

Caitlyn left late that day. You both scheduled a meeting with your parents to break the news that will surely earn gasps.

It was a few days later, when you were finally able to get both busy couples to come over and have them sit in the comfort of one of your rooms with couches and the warmth of a lit fireplace.

“Dear, mind mentioning why you have us here,” Your mother says. Your father sitting arms crossed next to her. Mr. and Mrs. Kiramman sat at each other’s sides on the sofa opposite from them.

You and Caitlyn are standing in front of your audience, hands shaking nervously. You take a deep breath, giving Caitlyn a quick glance. She motions a comforting nod and you look back to your parents.

“I am bearing a child”

Everyone is quick to react, but your father was even quicker. “What?” he spat, eyebrows furrowed, teeth flaring, standing to his feet, almost beginning to walk over, but his wrist was caught by your mother.

Cassandra’s blue eyes widen, her husband’s navy brows rise in shock. “Pardon me? Caitlyn, you have something to do with this?” Mrs. Kiramman says. Caitlyn looks at her mother, lips in a straight line and the couple just sigh. Tobias running a hand through his beard.

Caitlyn speaks out, “I will take full responsibility, she will not be dealing with this alone.”

Your father bickers, “Responsibility? Do you know what you’ve done?” he leaves to exit the room, pushing the door open forcefully. Your mother followed him without looking back.

Your gaze followed them as they left. Posture slouched, forlorn, with tears forming in your glossy eyes. A hand grabs your shoulder, Caitlyn’s, a look in her eye telling you that it’s okay.

Within the silence, Cassandra breaks it, clearing her throat. She looks towards her husband then back to where you stood in front of the room with their daughter.

“We are distraught by this news. Caitlyn is a very busy woman and now this. Apologies, but we are very disappointed… If you need anything, please inform us,” she said, standing up from the sofa and wiping away any wrinkles from her dress. She takes Tobias’s arm and they make their leave.

-

Life had felt like a rock at the bottom. The only thing keeping you afloat was Caitlyn, who would be at your home (you’ve given her a spare key so she can enter) before work and after she would come back. There to help you with anything you need.

At first you’d wake with a terrible ache. Running to your bathroom and vomiting into the porcelain seat. Little did you know that Caitlyn stood in the doorway. Stiff, awkward, unhurried to be by your side, but with a glass of water in hand. When your stomach finally relaxed, she knocked gently on the hard wood of the door, earning your attention. She walks up to you and offers her hand. You take it and she helps you to your feet. You grab the glass, thanking her before taking a sip. The coolness of the water soothes your aching throat.

“Drink slowly, you’ll make yourself worse”

You give it back to her so she can set it onto the sink counter. She says nothing as you fix yourself in the mirror, looking pale with cold sweat dampening your forehead, moving stray hairs away from your face and saliva from the corners of your mouth.

“Sorry. I’m not looking very presentable at the moment,” You say.

“No need to apologize” her finger taps on the marble counter. “Do you need anything before I go?” You turn your head to look at her. “I should be alright, thank you”

It’s not till months into the pregnancy where it becomes harder on your body. It’s hard for you to get through the day without sitting. Back pains of growing weight in your belly, but the joy of having something to take care of. On the other hand, having someone take care of you.

Once Piltover’s It girl, now coming to your home late after another dreadful shift, just like she does every night. Prioritize your comfort over her own. No matter how restless she is, she's there for you.

She’ll find you rubbing your temple, feeling dizzy, she’ll have you take the nearest seat, quickly finding water and offering you to drink, “Please drink”.

You’ll be in bed sleeping on your back, quickly taking initiative to lay you on your side comfortably while doing her best to not wake you as laying on your stomach is bad for pregnancy blood flow.

After you’ve gone to sleep for the night she’ll head back home, but tonight in particular, worn out and exhausted. She falls face first in your bed, uniform still on after she made you tea to help sooth you.

Though this was a mutual understanding of care. You felt something deeper. The way you thought she was before actually learning her. The way she cares for you, the hard work she puts in,  her ambitious trait that keeps her motivated to push through. You move her fallen hair behind her ear, admiring an expression you’ve not yet seen. Relaxed, vulnerable, and real. A side she rarely showed.

You smile with closed lips, happy that she's now able to let her guard down around you.

-

You’re in your third trimester now, belly full and swollen and the aches are only getting worse by the day.

Even bathing has become a difficult task.

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell her. “Only if you’re comfortable,” she reassures. She offered to help you, but knowing that she’ll be touching your body brought a blush to your cheeks. A view she has seen before, but now that your body is… different, you hate wondering what she may think.

You sat at the edge of your bed looking down into your fidgeting hands. She walks in front of you, making your eyes meet her own. “I want to help you,” and without any other questions, you take her hand as she guides you to the bathroom slowly, having you sit on the toilet lid while she fills the tub for you.

“Do you need help?” she gestures to your clothes: an oversized shirt and shorts. You nod and she proceeds.

Before she can attempt to start removing your shirt, you tense against her touch.

“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, right?”

“No it’s not that. It’s just… my body isn’t what it used to be,” she cradles your cheek in her palm. Her skin is soft and she says, “Darling, of course it isn’t. I’m here to take care of you, not the other way around.”

You stifle out some breaths to get your nerves under control. Nodding once more so Caitlyn can continue. She undresses you, slow and deliberately, making sure you're comfortable. She does her best to not look too hard, to keep her gaze fixated on your tired eyes. She helps you into the tub. You sigh from its warm temperature, sinking down carefully while she holds your arm. Allowing you to relax before taking out the toiletries to wash your hair.

Caitlyn notices the way your pain seems to flush away while in the bath, taking in your natural beauty. She looks at you but not in the lustful way she did before. Your head tilted back, resting against the tub. Your breasts are bigger than before, ready to pump nutrients to your future infant and then your tummy, big and buoyant in the water. Stretch marks paint your skin like pretty patterns. Patterns that represent a life being made.

She shook her head slightly and thought: What is this? I never wanted this. But why does it feel so impossible to leave her?

Knowing that you carry her child within you and knowing that you will love like every mother should when their baby finally comes into the world, something inside her shifts. Maybe she’s felt it for the past year already, but it feels so different tonight. With the way you trust her with every little thing, the way you look at her. The way you need her. That’s what caused the blue-haired woman’s heart to ache and yearn.

-

You’re in the kitchen of your home, slicing yourself an apple.

Your father stands leaning against a nearby counter, arms crossed. You felt his stare and the tension in the air.

The knife slicing through your apple, “Do you know what you did?” The blade lands on the cutting board. Your grip around the handle tightens.

You don’t say anything, the tension lingering heavy on your shoulders.

“I had you arranged to be married. Now with this, you’re worthless.”

You hold back the tears that threaten to streak down your face. “You only wanted to marry me off because it benefited you and the suitor.”

“Do not talk back to me, young lady,” his voice raised. “Our business deal would have made up for any circumstances that you would’ve faced, but you were selfish and gave it all away.”

“I’m selfish?!” You turn to face him, eyes teary and angry.

“More than selfish. A whore-”

“Enough!”

You both look over and it’s Caitlyn in uniform, fresh from another dreadful shift.

“You,” your father calls out pointing his finger. “You did this to her.” The man and Caitlyn meet in the middle of the kitchen, standing eye to eye as he chews her out.

“Because of you my deal for her is ruined,” he says. “From what I heard she didn’t want any part in that, sir.”

“You don’t know what she wants.”

Caitlyn opened her mouth to spit something back, but you had found yourself at her side holding her back. She watched how distressed you looked, swallowing her words.

“All I know is that I’m going to be the one who’s here for her now.”

He looks at her angrily, fueled by disappointment.

“I love her and our child. And you can’t take that away.”

You look up at her, surprised by the sudden confession, but her eyes never leave your fathers. He huffs, unable to accept defeat.

“What will it be? Our family… or her?” he asks you. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widened. Your voice hurt, but managed to say, “She’s my family now too.”

He’s almost stunned by your response. It didn't stop him though, “Then you are no longer my daughter, leave!”

You and Caitlyn stand shocked. The tears resurfaced and dripped down your cheek, a loving grip on your shoulders as she comforted you. You both walk out as the man who had claimed to love you doesn’t watch you leave. Too prideful to witness his daughter walk out of his life.

-

It’s late. The moon is fully risen in the sky, yet eyes are left awake in sorrow.

Caitlyn stands in front of the stove of the Kiramman mansion, brewing a pot of tea for you until her mother walks in, clearing her throat.

“You’re still awake, mother?” Caitlyn asks, giving the older woman a quick glance before returning her eyes to the pot.

Cassandra sits down into a nearby chair, leg crossing over the other. “How is she?”

Caitlyn’s ears perk up, sparing a look before responding. “She’s been better. Not exceptional, given she was kicked out of her home.”

Her mother sighs, “I see.”

She continues, “How are you, Caitlyn?”

Cait takes a moment before speaking, not wanting to say too much but while also wanting to make it important.

“I've grown to love her and the responsibility that comes with it…”

She thinks again, trying to read her mothers expression.

“I love her.”

Cassandra takes a moment to think.

“You both have my blessing.” she says.

“What?”

“You have grown, as a person. Your father and I are proud of you. She is part of our family now. You both have our support.”

Caitlyn almost couldn't find the words to speak. She puffs out, “T-thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Just keep doing your duty. It's what a great Kiramman does.”

The woman takes her leave and Caitlyn who was too ecstatic almost didn't hear the hiss of the pot.

You lay under the covers in Caitlyn’s bed. Eyes swollen while you sniffle back snot.

Caitlyn comes back with a cup of tea in her hands.

You sit up slowly, resting against the mountain of pillows and she hands you the cup.

“Careful, darling,” you drink cautiously, not wanting to burn your tongue. After a few sips you give it back and Cait places it down onto the night stand.

She tucks you in and whispers a ‘Good night,’ before she leaves to go sleep in the guest room, you grab her wrist.

“Please stay,” you say. “I don't want to be alone tonight.”

She settles next to you and you cuddle close, back towards her chest and her arm wrapped over your pregnant belly.

“Relax, Caitlyn. You're so stiff.”

“I– sorry. Just not used to this,” she says, letting her body rest against yours, nose burying in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent.

Before you drift, she gets your attention.

“Hm?” You respond, eyes closed.

“My mother was downstairs. Said she gives us… her blessing,” you look over your shoulder, shocked.

“Are you serious?”

She nods.

“Is that what you want?” you ask her.

Even though in darkness she still stared into your eyes. Looking deep within.

She nods once more. “Do you?”

For the first time in your life, you felt your stomach flip, and it wasn't the baby kicking. A flip that made your heart clench.

Was this what you thought it was?

“I do,” and she leans in. Pausing midway to make sure you're okay with it. When you don't pull away her lips meet upon yours. A kiss full of love instead of the ones packed with lust like that night you spent together in this very room almost a year prior.

Her lips were soft, careful. Her hand is holding your stomach protectively.

She pulls back and leans her forehead on yours. Her hand leaves your unborn child to cup your cheek.

“I think I've been feeling like this for a while now,” she says. Your heart thumps quickly.

After a moment of relishing in each other's presence she speaks again.

“I love you. I love us.”

Something Caitlyn never thought she'd say in the past year and taking the time to settle.

“I love you too, Caitlyn,” and that night you both held each other close. You'd fallen asleep after she placed a soft peck to your shoulder, holding you tight.

-

Weeks later, the day was warm, sunny and bright. Your hand was in Caitlyn’s as she guided you through her family's garden.

Your pregnancy is at its peak. Swollen and round. You wore a dress that was pretty and comfortable enough to walk around in.

The scent of flowers and the birds flying above. Caitlyn who watches your every move to make sure you don't misstep. A great escape.

“Caitlyn, where are we going?” you giggle.

“Patience, love,” she says, her thumb rubbing your knuckles gently.

You're both deep into the garden, a white gazebo stood tall in between a wall of leaves, flowers with violet petals perking from its stems. She takes you to it, helping you up the couple steps to find a table for two in the middle of the patio. The table is set, freshly brewed tea in a pot next to two small teacups.

“Wow, didn’t catch you to be the romantic scenery type,” you say jokingly. She just rolls her eyes with her tooth gap peeking out from between her lips.

She pulls out the chair, offering you to sit. You do and she helps to push you in slightly then takes her own seat across from you.

You both enjoy the weather, the delicious tea and your time together. A rare occasion where Caitlyn is free from her work.

You take in the beauty of the garden, the fresh air and Caitlyn, who looked fidgety in her chair.

You perk a brow towards her, questioning.

“For the past year, I was solely dedicated to my work. Long hours, piles of paper work…” she meets your eyes with her cerulean ones.

“Using my spare time to relieve myself with others… and you. I never imagined I would be falling in love so soon.”

She stands and makes her way next to you, kneeling.

“I wanted to do this somewhere special. I think this is the first time I come here without stress clouding my mind and I wanted to share it with you. I want to share it all with you.”

With wide eyes, you watch her take a small velvety box from her pocket. You bring a hand over your mouth, shielding your expression.

She opens the casing. A beautiful gold band with Diamonds carefully placed in a unique pattern.

“Caitlyn-”

“Will you marry me?” she asks and you can’t help but nod and accept her proposal.

She places the gold upon your finger, stands and kisses your lips that taste like tea. She cradles your face gently while you tug at her shirt. Savouring the peace and love you both felt.

-

The time had come when the contractions started happening. Waking Caitlyn way too early in the morning with pain in your abdomen.

You thought you were bad, Caitlyn on the other hand was a panicking mess.

Piltover’s sheriff who doesn’t bat an eye when face to face with most wanted criminals, yet shakes and almost trips over her own feet trying to make sure you have everything you need before heading over to the hospital.

Hours of contractions as you laid in the hospital bed. Hand in Caitlyn’s, squeezing it tightly. Sweat falling down your forehead and nurses all around guiding your pushes.

It wasn’t long till cries overcame the ringing in your ears. Your vision is blurry, but able to make out the silhouette of Caitlyn and a small lifeform with fuzzy navy hair on their tiny head in her arms.

“Gods she’s beautiful,” You heard your fiance say. She walks back to your side, baby in hand and places the small infant on your chest where your senses started to recover.

You pet your daughter’s head gently, tears running down your eyes.

The nurses had cleared out. Now it was just you and your small family.

“She looks just like you,” she says.

“But with hair as vibrant as yours,” you say with a wide grin. Proud of what you had overcome and the life you and Caitlyn had built.

About a month later it was only a matter of time when you parents reached out.

An invitation back at their home.

It took you a while to forgive them for what they had done, but you came prepared for what they had to say.

You and Caitlyn look at each other. Your daughter is in a baby carrier in Caitlyn’s hand as you stand at their front door, knocking politely.

Your mother is the one to answer. Sadness and hurt in her eyes.

“Please, come inside.”

You all gather in the living room. Your mother and father sit in a sofa while you and Caitlyn take the other across from them.

“May I?” Your mother asks, gesturing over to the baby girl.

As much as you couldn’t trust them, they were still the grandparents of your child. You nod.

She picks up your baby from her seat and cradles her close to her chest, taking in her features.

“She looks so much like the both of you.”

You and Caitlyn thank her. Carefully watching over your month old in the older woman's hold.

You glance over at your father who sits quietly, arms crossed as always.

He meets your eyes with sympathy. Pain deep inside. Regret.

“You can see her, father.”

Something in him lights up, something that allows his shoulders to relax.

He stands from the sofa to meet his wife. Slowly cupping the baby's head that fit so perfectly in his palm.

He takes a moment. Watching how you stand so content with Caitlyn yet so tense in this current setting.

“Hey…”

You and Cait look at him.

“I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. Your mother and I, for everything.”

You then look to your mother who begins to speak.

“We shouldn't have done what we did to you. And when we heard about her birth… we couldn't keep denying you,” she said so softly.

The voices of your parents you missed so much brought tears to your eyes.

You let go of Caitlyn's hand and hesitantly walked closer to them. When you made it in front of them, they enveloped you into their arms.

Surprised and tense, but their warmth helped you settle into their touch.

Your father looks up to Caitlyn and offers his hand. Her lips in a thin line, hands in her pockets, step forward after a moment.

The second she reaches your side you all pull her into a hug. Engulfing each other in tight forgiving grasps.

“Thank you for taking care of her,” he says to the navy-haired sheriff.

In time it'll be more comfortable to be around them, but in the meantime let's just appreciate that everything will be okay.

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She already goes through so much. Plate is always full with duties and priorities. Sheriff of Piltover and head of the Kiramman name. Standards to live up to fully, whether it’s set by herself or by others. Leaving you early in the morning with a quick kiss to your forehead while you’re still asleep and coming home late after another long day at work.

And you. Giggling, smiling in awe as you stroll the Piltovian markets and pass by a children’s clothing store. Walking around inside to find the most adorable shoes in the shape of lions, bear onesies and tiny shirts with almost cringe-worthy quotes. You pinch the edge of one hanging on a rack with other shirts, taking a closer look at its size and how your hand covers its entire torso.

Your heart throbbed at the sight of all of these miniature clothes. Watching a couple push their toddler in a stroller, browsing toys while the small child happily holds the item they picked out. You would often be scrolling on your phone, randomly coming across pov videos, watching a baby in a onesie attempt in climbing up a seesaw to ride it.

The sound of their sweet wordless voices, the soft looking chub on their cheeks, and you could almost smell the baby breath through your screen.

The baby fever has haunted you, lingered deep in your thoughts. It even had you confused, you thought you’ve been ovulating since last month.

You sit on the couch in the living room of you and your wife’s shared home. Legs tucked up on the sofa while you lean on the arm rest, once again scrolling on your phone with an opened book left forgotten on your lap.

It was sometime in the evening, Caitlyn should be back soon. The fireplace crackling, and the flickering light glowing on your features while you dream of a life you could grow with whom you love.

You heard your front door open and heavy feet stepping inside your home. Caitlyn finds you, stupidly smiling at your phone while you continue to watch the same videos over and over again.

“What has you grinning like that, Darling?” She says. You turn your attention, finding a tired, but sly smirk tilted on her lips as she makes you way to sit next to you. You fix your position and she sits down, hip to hip, throwing an arm around your shoulder, trying to peek at your phone.

You tilt it away slightly. “Just…” you weren't sure if this was a good time to tell her, but the thoughts have been eating you alive. You gently sighed, figuring out how to break the news.

“I've been thinking a lot,” that was a start. She had leaned forward over her lap to look you in the eye with her one and only. One not covered by a dark blue eyepatch. Your fingers fidgeted, tapping the backside of your phone as you tried swallowing the uncomfortable lump in your throat.

She took your cheek in her hand, turning your head slowly but surely to meet her gaze fully. “My love, you can tell me anything,” she said with such comfort in her tone. Though tired after a long day she's still there to reassure you when you're in need. Which just makes you more sure that you want to start something with her. To share a life with her and something beautiful you both create.

You inhale deeply, exhaling the breath before you say, “What would you think about trying for a baby?” You face winces just slightly, bracing for a negative reaction.

Caitlyn doesn't say anything at first, but with her hand still on your cheek her thumb rubs it gently. Her lips pressing together, curling upwards, smiling along with her eye that squints while staring into you deeply.

You both sat together in silence. The smell of wood burning, the warmth of the fire, its glow highlighting your soft expression. Her knee touching yours, hand caressing your cheek. She huffs to herself.

“Darling, that's what you were so nervous about telling me?” the hand on your cheek reaches for a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

Your hand closest to her reaches for her thigh to fiddle with the fabric of her pants. “I just thought… with you being so busy with work and everything else, I thought it would maybe be too much. I didn’t want to be selfish,” you look around the room. “And it gets quiet around here, maybe a child of our own can fill that void, you know?”

She takes a moment before leaning in. Her soft lips meet yours in a tender kiss, slow and full of love. Noses brushing together as your lips tangle.

She breaks the kiss, eye slowly opens with a sweet smile on her lips.

“Love, in what world would that be selfish? I would love to have a child with you,” her voice so soft it’s almost a whisper. You search for any signs of uncertainty, and when she expresses nothing but genuine assurance you jump from your spot on the sofa, launching yourself into her arms. She catches you, hugs you close with her arms holding your waist tightly while your arms are around her neck.

You giggle into her shoulder. Feet swinging in pure joy. You repeatedly say ‘thank yous’ and ‘I love yous’ in her neck, giving her skin soft pecks while she leans in your touch.

You sigh in relief. Kissing up her jaw before planting a kiss on her mouth. Your palms squishing her cheeks, holding her still and close, feeling her smile within your passionate kiss.

When your lips break off from hers, her hands meet yours on her cheeks, holding them gently in her grasp, thumbs rubbing with reassurance..

“This would make you happy, dear?” She asked, wanting to make sure you were perfectly fine with this new, important idea.

You nodded excessively, tightening your grip in her hands before bringing them to your face and kissing each knuckle.

“It would make me the happiest wife in Runeterra.”

-

You and Caitlyn had planned a night together. A night Caitlyn knew not to work late. The papers in front of her laid half finished. Pen twirling in her fingers as her eye watched the clock tick with each and every passing second. Counting the minutes before it's time for her to leave.

Right when that minute hand struck 12, signaling a new hour she was up on her feet, scrambling to gather her things while attempting to put on her coat mid walk.

She could feel her heart pounding through her chest. Sweat began to form on her brow in anticipation. Kicking off her boots and climbing her way up to your shared room. The smell of lit candles led her, like a bloodhound sniffing out a trail.

When she finally reaches the bedroom door. She stares, gulping down a nervous lump. Why was she so nervous? You both have been married for well over a year now, how could this be any different?

She grabs the door knob and turns it. Pushing the door open till she’s met with the sight of you, and oh what a view you were.

Sat at the end of your shared bed, one leg over the other, leaned back on your hands that have been fidgeting with the sheets for the past couple hours. The candle lights flickered and reflected off your glistening eyes that nervously met with hers. Deep and icy blue.

Your cheeks were flushed. Imagination alone was enough to get you flustered but with your wife standing in the doorway, her single eye skimming down your chest. Breasts bound inside your pushup bra and matching panties growing damp.

It had taken Caitlyn a second to process. Process how lucky she was for winning over a beautiful wife such as yourself.

“You're absolutely stunning, my love,” she says quietly. As if speaking too loud will scare away all the love and sexual desire you both were feeling.

She stays by the door, staring, admiring, or maybe a cover up of her wobbly knees that grew weak at the sight of you, worried she'll trip and fall and ruin the moment.

So you stood up, the bed slightly creaking as it shifted. You walked slowly, enough for her to burn an image in her head of your hips swaying throughout the short distance from the bed to the door. The eye contact was on and off. A nervous glance to the side every now and then, but when you were toe to toe, you reached for her hand, gave her a slight glance with rosey cheeks and a sly, knowing smile.

She let you guide her to the bed, hands interlocked while she tailed behind you, having an amazing view of your pretty ass covered in lace panties. Halfway towards the bed you turn back around, continuing to walk backwards while your attention is on her. You stop when you feel the back of your knees hit the mattress.

You let go of her hand to ride yours over her shoulders, pushing her coat off her arms and having it fall to the floor with a slight thud. She goes to undo the buttons of her shirt but you stop her.

“Allow me,” you say softly. She’s hesitant as fist, but puts her arms down and watches your hands move along her chest. Your fingers tremble against the material. After every few buttons undone you glance up, looking if she’s still staring at your hands. Her shirt opens revealing her bra and you help shimmy off the shirt. Once her shirt is on the floor along with her jacket you lean into her, kissing her soft lips.

Caitlyn holds on to you like instinct, like her hands were made to cling to your hips. You run your hands up her stomach, passing every curve of muscle to her underboob where you push up the mounds of fat. She moans in your mouth, sticking her tongue in after you’ve given her permission to do so. Your tongues swirl together inside your mouth, your arms wrapping around her neck to bring her in closer. Hers follow up the dip of your back to your braclip, separating the clip with expertise, letting your boobs free.

You gasp from the cold, lips still in contact. You pull her closer, switching your spots and making her sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rest on her thigh for balance, kissing her deeply till her neck is arched back. One of her hands on the bed, keeping herself up while her other is on the side of your neck, fingers curling under your ear.

You pull your lips away, taking in the heated blush you’ve painted on her cheeks. You can hear her breath, chest rising and falling as she waits for your next move. You slide off your loose bra straps, removing the clothing and giving her a knowing nod before going back in to kiss down her neck. The further down you go she leans back onto her elbows. You place gentle pecks on her skin, sucking on her defined collarbones. One of your hands leaves her thigh to lower her bra, allowing her breasts to slip from its tight fabric.

You suck on one of her hard nipples and finger the other. You hear her exhale softly under her breath, feeling her intense gaze on you. Latching your lips around her bud, sucking unhurriedly as your fingers pinch. A gentle and harsh juxtaposition. You meet her stare, observing every little twitch whenever you peck over a sensitive spot. Back onto the path of open mouthed kisses along her fit body, making sure each ab gets the attention it deserves, before met with the waistband of her work pants. Now kneeling on the floor between her legs, the everyday bulge of her show-er print twitches just slightly when your hand passes over her zipper.

Glancing back up where she gives you a consensual nod. You’re skilled in this art of pleasure, but something about today makes your knees weak underneath you. You kiss her clothed groin before undoing her pants and grabbing both sides of the waistband, pulling it down along with her undergarment till it's off her ankles and thrown somewhere on the floor next to you.

Her member was half hard, a slight leak at her tip, but floppy on her thigh.

You can help with that.

You use your hand to help guide it into your mouth that’s wet from salivation. She throws her head back and hisses as you suck on her soft length. Her cock grows harder by the second with each bob of your head.

She whimpers under the touch of your mouth that becomes more compact and tight as she hardens, your throat getting shallower as her tip grazes the back. Once she’s hard enough for you to stroke your hand along it you pull your mouth off till it's only her tip between the warmth of your lips. You jerk her with your hand while sucking on her sensitive cockhead.

“Oh.. yes baby, fuck,” she lays back, head digging into the sheets and her hips gently buck when you bottom out on her cock. Gagging when she twitches, just that centimeter of movement felt as if she went deeper. You bob up and down her cock. Fully engulfing her flesh in your warm, wet mouth. Her hand found its way into your hair, brushing anything in your face and holding it up in a makeshift ponytail. Keeping it out of the way while using you as leverage.

Her chest heaves and arches. Ball sack ready to squeeze out what is stored, but you don't let her. You pull off of her, earning a struggling sigh from your wife. Cock standing tall, twitching on edge.

She lifts her head to look in your direction. “Darling–”

“Finish inside me, baby,” she watches you stand and climb onto the bed next to her, placing a hand on her cheek and turning her head for a kiss. She lays surprised, but gives in less than a moment later. Swinging an arm around your waist.

You both kiss while she rolls you over onto your back. She gets on top of you and you gasp when you feel her erection poke your inner thighs that spread wider for her. She grinds herself on your clit to your naval, her hands on boths sides of you while yours pull her face closer, kissing her deeper.

Your hands follow the fabric of her bra around her torso to unclip it. She pulls away from you for just a second to remove her bra before coming back in to trade spit. One of her hands slips to your panty waistband, tugging it from the back to pull it off your ass then down your legs while you kick the lace off and throwing it somewhere in the room.

She breaks the kiss for you both to look down at her erection, glistening with your spit and leaking pre on your pelvis. Your drenched hole twitches in anticipation, beginning to get impatient.

With just her hips, she aims her tip to your entrance. Her swollen head meeting between your folds before accidentally slipping back up to your clit from how soaked you were.

“Shit,” she says. You both giggle, feeling like it was your awkward first time with each other all over again.

She tries again, using her hand around her shaft this time. Letting go once her cockhead had dipped inside, then she let her hips take over, slowly thrusting. You take it inch by inch till her baby maker has met your slickness.

Your back arches, adjusting around her while she kisses your breasts. Your fingernails digging into her shoulders.

“Oh fuck…” she whispered in your cleavage, kissing up to your neck where she pecks it softly. “You feel so good,” the same phrase she's mentioned almost everyday of your marriage, but today with added intimacy of creation.

You moan, feeling yourself loosen and ready for her to start thrusting. You buck your hips and whisper a “Fuck me, baby,” in her ear, your breath sending chills down her spine. She pulls her cock out halfway, then rams back in. A low-tempo pace with harsh thrusts to make sure she hits as deep as she can each time.

Her lips leave your neck to watch you look breathless. Eyes half lidded, sweat building on your forehead and your sweet moans escaping your mouth. So beautiful. You're the woman she married and hopefully soon to become pregnant with her baby. She leans in and passionately kisses you. Wanting to feel every part of you while you conceive.

Her hips snap against yours. Her sack clapping on your skin as she does her best to kiss your cervix with her tip. Hard shaft penetrating your sopping hole, walls clenching and tightening. Holding onto her length like you never want her to exit.

Your wife groans deeply, completely addicted to the feeling of your insides wrapped around her girth. Her hips keep pace, trying to increase in speed yet tires.

You push up on her chest, flipping her over so you're now straddling her cock. Quickly bouncing your ass on her lap.

In shock she groans, “Ah~ fuck, darling.” Her hands find your hips, helping you bounce harder.

“We're making this baby together, aren't we?” You say. Lifting your hips up then back down. Your ass slapping on her thighs with each bounce. You tits following your motion, bouncing in circular rotations.

You lean over her till your chest meets with hers. You kiss her eyepatch before trailing pecks to her lips that are moaning whenever you squeeze around her.

“Oh fuck, Cait–” you moan. Her tip abusing your sweetest spots, tickling your kidneys when she feels so close to your soul. She wraps her arms around you, bringing her knees to a bend and thrusting up into your cunt. Your lips still latched, tongue finding hers in her mouth, swirling around as your insides tighten.

The bed creaks underneath you, her thrusts becoming relentless. You cuss gutturally into her mouth, squeezing her hard as you gush around her. Your body is shaking uncontrollably on top of her.

She makes a few more harsh thrusts before releasing into you, keeping her cock deep inside your heat. Both of you moan together as you stay interlinked. Body combined as one, hot with intimacy and love, and hope in conceiving.

You both fall onto your sides, still stuck together as you hold each other close, not wanting to part. Her hips buck slowly and gently, making sure no cum escapes and wastes.

Breathing hard, air feeling steamy. Overheated bodies relieved by the cool sheets of the bed. Her arms hold you tight, while you hand plays with her navy hair roots on the back of her head, massaging her scalp.

“I love you,” she says softly. Her face tucked in your neck, eye closed with exhaustion. “I love you so much.”

Your lips curl into a sweet closed mouth smile that she can feel when your cheek flexes on her forehead.

“I love you too, my love,” you both lay in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other. You don't know if it worked this time, but you will try over and over again till you finally have a part of your wife growing inside of you.

Note: AHHHHH!!! Thank you for the request and thank you for your patience. I've tried getting this done all week but i was so busyy!

Hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading everyone :))))

She didn’t want to come. She would much rather be snuggling up beside you on her couch watching a movie, but here you both were.

Some college frat party. One of campuses most popular frats were hosting this huge party at their mansion and of course the majority of the students from your university were attending.

You had begged Caitlyn to go. Telling her that you'll only have 1 or 2 drinks. Well, that was an understatement because now you are playing stripping beer pong, and losing.

“Come on! Take it off!” your opponent, a frat member, shouted across the table over the loud music blasting on the speakers. You had missed a cup and were already 3 drinks and 1 too many shots deep in alcohol. Your shoes, jacket and shirt laid wrinkled on the concrete ground. The beer pong table sat outside next to the huge pool in the backyard. Surrounded by a crowd with Caitlyn standing front row of this stripping game, arms crossed and clearly becoming more upset with each article of clothing you removed.

Your girlfriend watched you stumble with each step. The crowd cheering you on as you fumble on your pant buttons, sliding it down your thighs for it to join the rest of your clothing. Usually you wouldn’t be doing this, but bottles of vodka said otherwise. Under the influence, thinking you’re having a good time when really you're just exposing yourself to everyone from campus.

Now only in your bra and panties, your opponent shouts out, “One more round, Y/n! Let’s see what’s left!” He stood shirtless, only wearing a pair of jeans, a huge white grin on his face as he stared at your cleavage. There’s whistles from the crowd, flashes from camera lights, and dozens of eyes on you and your half naked body.

You incoherently pick up another ping pong ball, vision blurry as you try to focus on the target of red solo cups on the other side of the table. That was Caitlyn’s cue.

You couldn’t think straight. Standing unsteady, having to lean against the table for balance. You raised the ball in your hand, coiling it back. Before you could throw it, a hand grabs hold of your wrist. Tight and secure, almost painful.

“She’s done,” Caitlyn’s tone was cold, leaving no room for disagreements. She took off her own coat and settled it on your shoulders. The fabric is warm and soft, big enough to help cover your exposed upper skin. “Baby,” you mumbled, unaware of the tension around. She whispers close to your ear so you can hear her over the ecstatic surroundings. “You are naked in front of half the student body,” She gathers your clothes on the floor and hands them to you before putting a hand on your back to guide you out of the booing crowd.

The frat member who you were playing against argues. “She can stay if she wants. She was about to finish the game,” Caitlyn snapped her head towards him, glaring at him with blue eyes that could kill. He made his way to where you both stood, height meeting Cait’s. Before he could lay a finger on you she pressed her palm into his chest and pushed him back. Feet slipping off the edge of the patio and he fell back first into the clear blue pool. Splashing anyone who stood nearby.

Footage of that moment will be sent around campus, potentially hurting Caitlyn’s reputation as daughter of one of the university’s counselors, but she couldn’t care much about that, she just wanted to get you back home.

-

You enter her apartment first, somewhat sober, still bundled in her baggy jacket.

During the drive she had you drink a bottle of water she had in her cupholders. Reassuring you and wiping off any water droplets that fell on your chin.

She closes the door behind her with a sigh. Her palmed hand placed against the door, turning into an agitated fist. Clenching her fingers tight.

You drop your clothes in some random corner of the room and step out of your shoes. You turn to her, feeling the tension in the air.

“Cait–”

“They all saw you,” she interrupted. She turns to meet your eyes with furrowing brows. You took subtle, tipsy steps towards her. You grab onto her hand clenched at her side, holding it up to your lips and kissing her knuckles softly. “That doesn't matter-”

Cait’s eyes burn into you. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter? They all wanted you,” her shoulders squared with yours. Head leaned down slightly for direct eye contact. As you stare into her bright blue eyes, your expression softens. A quick glance to her lips before meeting back up at her glaring orbs. 

Her jacket falls from your shoulders, revealing your half naked form. Her gaze moves down your body while your arms wrap around her neck. A quiet silence between the both of you, the only sounds being your breaths hitting one another.

“I’m yours,” you whisper.

She stares at your lips, hands finding your hips, gripping tightly to pull you closer, pressing her front with yours.

“Say it again,” she commands, tone in voice matching, but much more dominant.

“I’m yours,” you say more clearly and her lips crash onto yours hungrily. Her hands on your hips reach further down to behind your thighs where she then picks you up like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around her waist when she turns over and pushes your back up against the wall.

A thud following up with you lightly gasping in her mouth. The kiss is messy, tongues clashing so closely she can faintly taste the vodka mixed in with your saliva. Drunk off your taste while you're sober with want. The feeling of her hips grinding up against you, pressing you closer into the wall made your head even dizzier with need in your throbbing lower area.

Her lips leave yours to kiss your neck. The skin was too clear and needed to be marked. Needed to be shown to everyone who had lustful thoughts about you tonight.

With each hump of her hips stimulated your clothed cunt from the pressure. Her lips latching on your skin like a leech, sucking till the soft surface is purple.

Your back leaves the cold wall when she carries you to her room and hurriedly places you onto her mattress that dips from the added weight. Your bodies sink in the sheets as you make out once more. Hands roaming each other's bodies, gliding under clothing to caress soft, moist skin.

“Keep telling me that, baby,” she says, sucking your neck to leave marks on the other side. Her hands slide under your bra to cup the fat mounds on your chest, toying with your nipples.

You moan softly under her delicate, yet rougher touch. “I'm yours, Caitlyn,” your voice is music to her ears. Making her go more feral, more protective over you and your beautiful body.

Her hands reach around you, unclasping your bra, your breasts popping free. Pulling the fabric off your arms and throwing it on the carpeted floor. She sits up, sitting on your lap while you lay topless in front of her hungry eyes.

Your nipples perked up in the slightly cold air, arms above your head fidgeting with the sheets of the bed. Head turned slightly, showing off the hickeys dotted on your neck.

“No one else gets to see you like this, but me,” her hand glides down your chest, in between your breasts to your stomach till it reaches to the waistband of your panties.

She gets off of your lap to kneel on the floor, taking your panties in her fingers and sliding it off your legs. Your body is on full display for her. Sprawled out on her sheets like she has you almost every night. Her hands hold onto your hips, tugging you closer to the edge, your dripping pussy just inches away from her tongue licking her lips in anticipation.

Wet kisses meet your thighs, slowly and teasingly. Her fingers digging into your hips, holding you tightly so you're incapable of moving.

“Please, baby,” you plead. Lifting your head and reaching to touch her cheek. Her eyes are already on you, watching the way your body reacts to every touch of her lips.

“Take me. I'm all yours, Caitlyn,” without breaking eye contact she presses her face into your heat and devours your sweet taste. You throw your head back while both your hands grip in her hair, tangling in the navy locks.

Her tongue laps at your clit. Sucking the swelling bud, licking circles around it before sticking her tongue inside your soaked hole, her nose keeping your clit occupied.

“F-uck! Fuck, baby,” you moan out her name and she will continue to eat you out till she's all you're thinking about. Your head throbs from the excessive alcohol beverages you gulped down, making the memories of today's party easier to forget.

You watch her abuse your sensitive clit with her mouth, stimulating the bud till your core tingles with need to get off. You yank and pull her hair, but the sting just motivates her more. Sucking your clit like she's sucking venom from your bloodstream.

Your back arches when she flicks your nerves just right. Hips grinding and meeting her tongue with each swipe. You feel pressure deep within you, a knot ready to burst.

“C…Cait, cumming,” you inhale deeply, legs shaking and squeezing around her head, her blue hair sticking to your legs.

Her long lashes bat as she watches you begin to spasm, loving the way you react to everything she does. It turns her on.

You cum into her mouth, while her tongue doesn't slow, she eats you through it. Your hands moving to her shoulders, trying to push her away. Your breaths are heavy, moaning in overstimulation, till her mouth pops off of you. She stands between your quivering thighs, pulling her shirt over her head and taking her pants off while you lay in bliss, chest heaving. 

You watch her with lidded eyes, staring while she reveals her body. When all her clothes have joined yours, she leans over you, mattress shifting on both sides of you. Pressing her heated center to yours, grinding her luscious pubes into you, while she kisses you deeply. Your head leans further back into the kiss, lips dancing. Your arousal mixing with hers.

She groans against your lips. Her hips grind faster, humping harder till it claps. You spread more, giving her space to rut her hips. She breathes deeply in the kiss. Feeling her clit bump into yours.

She craves you. Possesses over you. Protective of you. Nobody can have you, but herself.

She loves the gentle whimpers that escape from your soft, plump lips. Your arms on her shoulders, hands caressing her toned back. Her waist getting squeezed by your thighs. Everything about you was made for her eyes, ears, and touch.

Your head spun, the stimulation to your sensitive body only making it worse, yet relieving.

Caitlyn moves one hand from the bed. Bending her other arm to lean her weight on it. Her hand flows down your side and directly in between your cunts, dipping a couple lengthy fingers into your soaked entrance, making you arch.

“Fuck~,” you shudder. She moves her hand along the same rhythm of her hips. Digits pulling away while bringing her hips back, then shoving right back inside when she thrusts.

Her pace was slow at first, now she’s fucking her wrist into you, looking quite lost while your body fights off the alcohol. The momentum of her thrust against her hand causes her fingertips to reach in places you can not reach yourself. Her fingers feel around and poke every area of your wet walls till she repeatedly hits your gushy g-spot.

You head digging deeper into the sheets, her face inches away, admiring your reactions. Your eyebrows furrowing, eyes closed, jaw clenched as you take her fingers deep. Your hands pull on the skin of her shoulders, looking for some sort of grounding while you reach another high.

“Baby- shit, make me cum again,” you beg. Vision dizzy and blurred, yet you can still make out that look of content plastered in her face. You’ve already forgotten what happened at the party. You just needed your girlfriend’s fingers to finish you off. Abusing your pussy, knuckles deep, finger fucking your aching hole.

You twitch just before your hips slowly buck up from the erupting orgasm. Wetting her entire hand as you finish. Hips landing back onto the bed with her fingers still trusting inside.

Your shaking hinders with drowsiness and intemperance. Her hips grind her fingers in you, helping you till they eventually slowly fall from the trenches of your pussy, while you continue to spaz and wince underneath her. Her lips meeting your flushed red cheeks. Kissing you tenderly while you catch your breath.

Your face hot from the liquor, body damp from the orgasms, and heart filled with the reassurance of your navy-haired lover.

You wince, pussy throbbing. She whispers within the smooches she nuzzles in your neck, “You’re mine. No one else gets to have you like this.”

“Next time anyone lays their eyes on you like that again, you won’t be sleeping,” You inhale a breath deeply, finally relaxing and succumbing to the tiredness and the ache in your pounding head. “Well, I’ll reassure you every time.”

Note: I kept procrastinating IM SORRY! I'll get back to that writing grind :)