somethin bout you (makes me feel like a dangerous woman)

by annieleonhardtsring

Summary:

Caitlyn Kiramman is Piltover’s most prominent example of a pop star. Her career has skyrocketed over the past 4 years, leading her to up her security and hire a personal bodyguard, an ex convict Zaunite, under the name of Vi.

How will they both fight their attraction to eachother? Or should they just give in?

Notes:

any comments and kudos are much appreciate. not beta read at all so please excuse any mistakes. english is not my first language. love you all.

Chapter 1: into you

Vi had worked for CK: better known as Caitlyn Kiramman for the past 4 years. Ever since Caitlyn’s manager, Mel, had dragged Vi’s poor ass out of a dingy little boxing tournament and convinced her to turn her life over and sign a contract, hiring her as a personal bodyguard for the daughter of the Mayor of Piltover, and international pop star Caitlyn, Vi’s life had definitely changed from being released from prison for crimes she did not commit.

It turned out that this job was a lot more consistent than her original gig, she made enough to be able to afford sending her little sister Powder to a prestigious university, alongside her sister’s boyfriend Ekko, who had grown up with them since they were little scrappy orphans taken in by Vander.

Vander had been nothing short of thrilled when Vi had returned with the news, supporting her to make the move up north, and any reluctance Vi felt leaving her surrogate father alone dissipated with the bear hug he gave her and the typical old Vander speech that she pretended to tire of hearing.

So that’s how she found herself at 25, backstage at one of Caitlyn’s booked out arenas. It was no surprise the amount of people who would sell a limb to come and see her perform, at first, honestly, Vi had presumed the Kiramman girl to have been just another nepo baby, who fell back on mommy and daddy’s influence to book venues, however seeing the dedication and love Caitlyn put into everything she did quickly altered that perception. Caitlyn was nothing short of a sweetheart.

She was also pretty, very pretty, a fact nobody could deny. Sharp cheekbones, sculpted from marble, eyes that kissed in the top corners; a hint to her Ionian heritage, beautiful blue eyes and hair so long and dark it seemed like a wave of midnight but in the right lighting you could make out the dark blue hues. And not to mention her body, Gods Vi knew it was not very good for her to ogle her client but it was no surprise that Caitlyn happened to have the best body Vi had ever seen.

After working with her for 4 years, Vi had become accustomed to seeing her in her one stage outfits, some more revealing than others, but each time she was enthralled. Planes of soft skin, laced with the scent of vanilla and something so intensely addictive, Vi had given Caitlyn the nickname Cupcake. If Vi held Caitlyn closer into her space, neither of them mentioned it, and if Vi buried her nose in her jacket to smell the remnant of Caitlyn’s lingering perfume, then that would stay with her and her late night dirty thoughts.

Sexual attraction aside, Vi couldn’t help the friendship she had let blossom with her client. Caitlyn was definitely her closest friend, the two of them spending so much time together it was almost impossible for them not to be, their playful banter, borderline teasing teetering the lines of what would be seen as platonic or not.

“She’s finishing off her set.” Vi spoke through her headpiece to the other staff, “Max, Andreus, secure the barricade for when she comes down.” Her fellow guards ran towards the stage, prepping themselves in case of any delirious hung up creep attempting to break the barricade of Caitlyn’s last song of the third set, her most popular of that album.

Distracting herself from Caitlyn’s dizzying dance and her ethereal vocals, Vi made herself busy with ensuring her outfit was prepared for the next set. There would be a 30 minute intermission where Caitlyn would allow for her fans to go and take a bathroom break or sit down, supplying them with snacks and water, before returning for her final set. Giving herself, also, enough time to relax and regain her energy.

As Caitlyn’s last note rang out, on impulse Vi moved towards the entrance to the stage, putting a hand out to grab Caitlyn’s as she led her down the stairs carefully. Too caught up in blowing kisses to her fans and waving, the Kiramman stumbled slightly, Vi instantly securing her waist with her right arm, her left arm still occupied holding Caitlyn’s hand.

“Easy cupcake, can’t have you breaking your legs before your next set.” Vi teased, easing her slowly back onto the ground and removing her arm from her waist and hand.

Caitlyn’s face rested into an easy smile, her body leaning slightly into Vi to relax, “What would I do without you Vi?” She let her eyes drift close and Vi could feel the waves of tiredness rolling off her, she knew how hard Caitlyn had been working herself for this tour.

“Cait, I know you’re tired but you have to get ready for your next performance. I’ve already secured the vote for you, and the ride will be just us so you can sleep the whole time.” In response, Caitlyn simply snuggled up closer to Vi, her nose in the junction between Vi’s head and neck, and Vi hoped, no, prayed, that Cait couldn’t feel the way her pulse fastened at their proximity. Leaning her head slightly, so she was against Caitlyn’s, Vi whispered, “Cait,” to which she got no response but a soft groan. Holding back her laughter, Vi slipped her hand around Caitlyn’s waist once more, and after a mental count to three, moved so smoothly that Caitlyn hadn’t realised Vi had lifted her into a bridal carry and was in the process of walking her to her dressing room.

The staff around them continued to operate as normal, this type of behaviour seemingly usual and nothing out of the ordinary. At some point Caitlyn’s squeals had descended into giggles hidden into the crook of Vi’s neck, and short apologies to which Vi replied, “don’t be sorry cupcake, this is what I am here for. These muscles aren’t just for show, you know.”

Something darkened in Cait’s eyes, the air between them charged as they looked at eachother, Vi winking to mask over the tension, but Caitlyn’s hand squeezing Vi’s bicep with a gentle but thought out hum.

She let the pop star down gently onto her dressing room chair and immediately the makeup and hair artists went back to work. Powders, brushes. and even curlers appeared to ensure the perfection that was Caitlyn Kiramman, maintained. Vi couldn’t understand how she could manage it. All the floundering. But then again, before her rise to fame as a pop star, the young Kiramman was in fact a Kiramman, therefore the spotlight wasn’t something unbeknownst to her.

Vi stood diligently at the door: looking over at her client, her gaze resting longer than necessary when she knew Caitlyn wasn’t paying attention and was instead talking to one of the artists about something, checking her wristwatch, a birthday gift courtesy of the Mr Tobias Kiramman, “Just Tobias, I insist, Vi.”, to make sure they would make it back on time, and ensuring everyone else was were they were meant to be.

If she had some free time, which she normally did, Vi was good at her job, more than good if she said so herself, she would pull out her phone, respond to any messages from her father showing her the bar they owned, texts from her sister, who was more than happy to send Vi tiktok edits of said pop star sitting not even 10 feet away from her, “look Vi, it’s your giiiirlfriend. isn’t she sooooo pretty?😉” to which Vi would respond the exact same five words for the past 4 years of her life, and every year the words seem to feel more of a chore to say, “she’s not my girlfriend, pow.”

Glancing down at her watch, 10 minutes till showtime, Vi sent a text to Caitlyn’s assistant, a young shy thing by the name of Sky, and reminded her to make sure Caitlyn’s snacks were restocked, especially those chocolate muffins from the bakery by the hotel, and then turned to escort Caitlyn back to the stage.

Caught off guard, Vi’s jaw dropped, taking a second to school her features back to normal as she took in her pop stars final outfit of the night. The Zaunite could swear she’d never had a fetish for costumes, but seeing Caitlyn in a short, embellished, pink diamanté dress that cut just a few inches below her ass, laced with a sheer tutu almost flare at the end, and white and pink fur ears. On anybody else, Vi would have said it looked tacky, perhaps even too much for a concert, but on Caitlyn, the dress sculpted her every dip and curve so beautifully, and the contours of her face highlighted even more with the makeup they’d applied onto her. Gods, she was so fucking pretty.

The edits of this outfit Pow’s going to send me. For fucks sake. Shaking her head, she put on a lazy grin and made to examine Caitlyn up and down slowly, from her leaned back position on the wall. Uncrossing her arms from her chest where they’d been resting she rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, the action not going unnoticed by the other, and Vi decided to push the boundaries just a little. She moved closer to her client, taking her unblemished hands into her own calloused ones, and twirled her around to which Caitlyn obliged, a shy smile forming on her face.

“What’s this all about Cait?” She asked, appreciatevely taking the time to look at each and every element. Including the little flare at the bottom of the dress making her look almost like a cupcake case.

Caitlyn’s eyes lifted to look Vi in the eye, the manifestation of innocence, encompassed in the look she gave her, and Vi could feel her resolve starting to slip. When Caitlyn looked at her like that she didn’t know what she wanted to do more. Protect her and worship her like she deserved to be, or defile her in ways that nobody else could so she was the only one who would get to see Caitlyn like that.

“Do you not like it?” The bodyguard could hear the apprehension in Cait’s voice, the insecurity carried from a lifetime of being the odd one out before puberty had kicked in and done wonders for her body.

Lowering her voice to a whisper, “I like it a lot Cait, you look beautiful,” making a point to grasp the end frilly ending on the dress in between her thumb and forefinger, Vi added, “Really wanted to look like a cupcake. Didn’t you?”

Rolling her eyes, good naturedly, Caitlyn straightened the ears on her head, the lifting of her arms causing the dress to strain against the bosom of her dress. Don’t look Vi, don’t you dare fucking look. She’s your ward not some random girl you picked up in a bar. Stop it.

“What about the ears? Is it too much?” Vi’s favourite toothgap appeared as Caitlyn bit her bottom lip in anxiety, and so Vi did what she does best to cheer her up. Flirt.

“If you’re asking me Cait, I think the edits of you are going to go crazy tonight.” Putting her arm out for Caitlyn to hold as she led them out of the dressing room.

“It doesn’t matter about the edits, if I look like a total div Violet.” The poshness of her accent coming out in her pronunciation of Violet. Gods, how Vi wanted to hear that accent moaning in her ear.

“I don’t have a clue what a div is baby, all I know is that you look eatable.” A comfortable silence surrounded them on their walk back to the stage, the familiar sounds of the crowd chattering and screaming, the crew behind the scenes ensuring the mics and speakers were working, and Vi making sure Caitlyn did not trip over herself in that ridiculously tight dress. She was surprised Cait could even walk in it, much less dance.

Handing over her mic, a white one embellished with the same diamonds as on her dress, Vi ushered Caitlyn up the stairs. Before she made her way up to the top, Caitlyn paused, turning around, before running back down the stage steps into Vi’s confused gaze. At Vi’s raised eyebrow and concerned face, Caitlyn smiled shyly, laying a kiss on her bodyguards cheek, and leaned to whisper, “If I’m not thoroughly exhausted by the time I’m done with this set, can you tire me out in a different way?” Without even waiting for a response, Caitlyn ran back up the steps in her little dress, with her ample ass the last thing imprinted on Vi’s mind, leaving the trace of her perfume and her proposition.

Vi watched Caitlyn assume her cool girl persona on stage, the girl who knew how to use her sex appeal to her advantage, and if she played her cards right, perhaps she would get to see Caitlyn crumble from that side and give into her more carnal desires.

Chapter 2: dirty girl

Summary:

Tension is starting to snap.

Being Piltover’s princess was hard enough as it was, but being Piltover’s princess, with a bodyguard who looked so delicious constantly, and she could do nothing about it, was even harder. 

 

For the past 4 years Caitlyn had been fighting her attraction to Vi. From the first day they’d met in her manager, Mel’s office, the intensity of Vi’s gaze, the strong build of her back, her hands, Gods, her fucking hands, Caitlyn knew this was who she wanted to be with her constantly. 

 

It wasn’t uncommon for Mel to invest in individuals from complex backgrounds. Mel’s supposed bodyguard (also her girlfriend of 3 years) was also a Zaunite, and according to Mel, it was because of Sevika she even found out about Vi. Something about owing Vi’s old man a favour, but refused to let Vi know that was the reason. Guess the one thing all Zaunites had in common is their stubbornness. 

 

But Vi, Vi was different. Vi had a younger sister named Powder, who she would do anything for. Her dad, because he was her dad in every way but blood, Vander owned a bar called The Last Drop, that Vi took Caitlyn to on her 24th birthday, and Caitlyn could see where Vi got her hugs from. Vander had immediately taken to her, and vice versa, the two of them spending the night at the bar talking whenever Vi was busy helping out with customers, so her father could get to know the famous pop star who had “changed my daughter”. Vander had told Caitlyn, that Vi was very specific with who she looked after, and who she introduced to her family. 

 

Caitlyn wanted to ask if Vi had introduced any girlfriends, the thought making the jealousy bubble in her chest, but it seemed as if Vander could read her mind, “only once and she was quite young. Look after her, Miss. I’m trusting you with my daughter.” And Caitlyn had never promised something more sincerely. 

 

How could she not? Vi was perfect. Vi was strong, and charming, and funny, and intelligent, she listened to Caitlyn vent about her mother, let Caitlyn cry when things got too much, with a box of tissues and her beautifully sculpted shoulder, she made sure Caitlyn was always eating when she knew she’d forget, and kept her snacks stocked. But physically, Caitlyn knew Vi would fuck her good. In theory. Vi oozed this level of confidence and suave, that Caitlyn wished she could get under. Most of her onstage persona was tips Vi had given her to master her sex appeal, “you’re hot cupcake, trust me, if you make it seem like you know what you’re doing, no one’s going to tell you, that you don’t.” 

 

Yet what Caitlyn wanted was for Vi to force her into submission, to fuck the brattiness out of her, leaving her crying and whining and overstimulated and simultaneously begging for more. She’d seen the way Vi looked at her, her gaze always appreciative, and Caitlyn would be lying if she didn’t say she purposely wore things knowing Vi would run into her. But today was the day. 

 

Today was the day that Caitlyn was going to get Vi to make her forget her own name. And she was going to do so, with the performance of her new album, the surprise song being the most explicit and sexual of them all. Caitlyn had practiced this choreography so many times she was sure she could do it in her sleep. With the added addition of needing a partner for it, and a chair in the middle of the stage for when she’d push her partner against it, straddle their lap and grind like crazy. 

 

Part of her hoped Vi was watching, and the dirtier part of her hoped Vi would storm onto the stage and drag her off stage and into a dark empty room and shut her up. Although she had performed more risqué choreography, she had never done so with another person, therefore this would be a first for her in many ways.

 

She hadn’t had sex since she’d met Vi, every partner seemed so unfulfilling, and boring, to what she knew Vi was capable of. Her poor vibrator could only do so much. So here she was, on stage, going through her set like everything was normal. 

 

“Hey everyone,” Caitlyn spoke into the microphone, as her team moved behind her to set up for the next part, she’d sat down on the edge of the stage talking to fans, “I have a final surprise for you tonight, is everyone having a good time?” 

 

Her response was a cacophony of screams and cheers, some girls in the front row had lifted their shirts to flash her their tits, which Caitlyn’s lesbian ass was not opposed to, some had thrown their bras onto the stage, and most audience members held up different signs. However it was one particular sign that caught her attention.

 

“Hey, you,” she pointed with her finger at someone in the crowd waving a poster board with a name Caitlyn didn’t expect, other members of the audience turned to figure out who she was talking to, the noise deescalating, “”Yea you, with the pink and red writing on your board.” 

 

The individual perked up and waved the board up higher, Caitlyn squinted to be able to fully confirm what she was seeing, unable to stop herself from laughing she read out loud, “Bring Out Your Hot Bodyguard, pls x”. 

 

“You want to see my hot bodyguard?” She mused into the microphone, the crowd a mixture of giggles and screams of “yes please”. Caitlyn didn’t know if Vi was okay with that, she knew Vi had no issue with being seen in the spotlight, but that was in cases where she was escorting Caitlyn somewhere, not when the attention was directly on her. Still she responded “idk I’ll have to ask her first guys, but maybe” with a shrug of her shoulders. She vaguely heard someone shout something about “I’d let her fuck me into thursday”, not about her, but about Vi. Of course if she thought Vi was hot, everyone else did. Making an effort to look backstage, Caitlyn saw Vi where she normally was, her expression still its usual stoic one, but when seeing Caitlyn lock eyes with her, Vi simply shrugged and winked, and Caitlyn had to stop herself from getting on her knees right then.

 

The familiarity of the beat of Caitlyn’s next song, was enough to distract her. Getting lost in each note, and the lights dimming enough so only she was visible with the singular spotlight in the center stage. Her partner, a young woman, not too much older than herself by the name of Noah, was making her way up too. Everything went silent, her only focus on delivering the best performance possible.

 

Her dress rode up slightly, as she sat with her knees spread on the stage, facing the crowd. She could feel Noah’s hands appearing from behind her, they were too clean, too soft, but she pushed through it, letting Noah push her forward, leaving her to arch her back as she enchanted the crowd with her voice. Leaning back, Noah’s hands took purchase on shoulders, teetering slower down till they reached the top of Caitlyn’s dress, outlining the shape of Caitlyn’s tits with her hands before retreating back upwards to her throat. 

 

The rest of the song powered through normally, the crowd pin drop silent, everyone in complete agreement and stunned by the performance Caitlyn was giving them. It was time for the final part of the song, where Noah was sat on the chair legs spread, like she’d seen Vi do everytime they sat together, and Caitlyn sat on top of her. The pop star placed both of Noah’s hands on her waist, letting the audience only see her back profile of her tiny waist, and gorgeously sculpted ass grinding onto her partners lap. What they didn’t see was Caitlyn’s face when her head tossed back in mock pleasure, and how her head tilted slightly to the right as she looked to where she knew she was. 

 

She was right. Vi was watching, And she wasn’t just enthralled, she seemed positively in control. Perhaps this wasn’t working like how Caitlyn thought it would. Maybe she had gotten the wrong idea from Vi? Maybe Vi didn’t like her like that? 

 

She refused to let her thoughts ruin her show, so changing the circulation of her hips, she rounded them out, bringing the microphone back to her lips to play out the final note. After she was done, she waited for the eruption of applause she got from the audience. The cheers and praise she could hear, and before removing herself from Noah’s lap, she couldn’t help but hug her tightly as a thank you gesture for doing this with her. 

 

By the end of the night, Caitlyn was tired. She wasn’t sure if Vi was ever going to entertain her the way she’d convinced herself she would. She was foolish to think Vi probably was single even. She had never gotten the balls to ask her. 

 

Thanking all of the staff as she came offstage, Caitlyn headed directly for her dressing room, not even caring to look for her bodyguard, hoping to spare herself some of the rejection. 

 

The Kiramman had not even made her way fully to her desk, before the door opened and locked, and in entered the woman she’d been doing it all for all night. 

 

Plastering a sense of ease on her face, Caitlyn looked to Vi as she unclimbed her earrings. Vi seemed to not be very overtaken with emotion, the only tell was that her fists were clenching and unclenching, Caitlyn knew something was on her mind. “Is everything okay Vi?” she asked in the sweetest voice she could muster. 

 

Vi looked her up and down once more, her eyes lingering on where her dress had rode up and was now just beneath the curve of her ass, “Was that all for me cupcake?” Her voice sounded like pure sex, dark and lustful. 

 

“What do you mean?” Caitlyn pretended to be confused, moving slightly to the side to take off her heels she’d been wearing all night. It was silent between them as Caitlyn worked her heels off her sore feet, but by the time she had just taken her second heel off, she felt the hardness of a presence behind her. 

 

Caitlyn leaned back into the body behind her, almost on instinct than anything else. “I asked you a question cupcake.” Vi punctuated her statement with a hand sneaking around the popstars front, “Was that all for me or are you just playing games?” The brattiness in Caitlyn reemerged. She wanted Vi to fuck it out of her. So pushing her ass out more to rub against Vi’s front, and feeling the hardness welcoming her, Caitlyn knew Vi was big. 

 

“What games?” She made an effort to bat her eyes in faux innocence, and felt the grip on her waist turn harsher. Could feel the smirk radiating on Vi’s face as she lowered her mouth to Caitlyn’s neck. 

 

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Was the only thing she said. And Caitlyn couldn’t stop the wetness pooling, she’d been so turned on all day, she needed this. 

 

“Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about you,” Vi’s mouth was relentless, finding her weak spot almost immediately, and the whimper Caitlyn let out was downright shameful. It only seemed to motivate Vi more. 

 

“Turn around.” But Caitlyn hadn’t registered what Vi said, her mind working too slow to come to terms with the fact that this lesbian wet dream was currently about to eat her alive. 

 

“I said turn the fuck around.” Without even waiting for the popstar to move, Vi manhandled her, and Caitlyn was sure her slick was dripping down her thighs by that. The moan she let out, caused Vi to let out a sadistic laugh. “Yeah, you want me to push you around a bit. Gods, you’re so dirty.” Caitlyn was sure Vi had marked up her neck and the top of her chest, she could feel the sharp canines of Vi digging into her shoulder at some point. 

 

All she could do was sit there and whimper. “Please,” she begged, “please Vi.” 

Notes:

G!P Vi is making an occurrence. Everyone ready for the next chapter????

Chapter 3: just a taste

Summary:

👀👀

Notes:

Vi and her endless supply of nicknames for Cait, hope you enjoy!

Vi knew Caitlyn had a beautiful voice, wether it was her singing voice, her speaking voice, her angry voice (this one was specially reserved for when Vi had injured herself defending Caitlyn from a perv in the club), but the sound of her voice as she whimpered in pleasure.

 

Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. 

 

Vi couldn’t believe this was happening. That the girl who had been plaguing her dreams, for the past 4 years, was now quite literally in her hands. 

 

“Come on baby,” Vi whispered into her ear, “Speak clearly, what do you want?” This was fun, Vi thought. Having the princess of Piltover like putty in her hands. 

 

“Can you..” Another moan interrupted her sentence, as Vi pushed her body between Caitlyn’s spread legs, her dress pushed up so high on her thighs, Vi was surprised it hadn’t ripped. Taking pity on the girl, Vi stopped her ministrations, using her right hand to cup the popstars throat and direct her head to look Vi in the eye.

 

Vi watched in stunned awe at how Caitlyn continued to surprise her. As she cleared her throat and said words so dirty, she would not have thought she’d heard it from her at all, especially not with the way Caitlyn was looking up at her from under her thick long lashes. “Be as rough as you want, just make me yours.” She moved closer and left a soft kiss on Vi’s neck tattoo, right in the midst of the gear, making Vi’s own breath stutter slightly, “My safe word is Red. Don’t worry.” 

 

Letting her shock dissipate, Vi shifted back into her role of dom. “You’re so wet, have you been like this all day, huh?” Vi teased, her fingers tracing up Caitlyn’s thigh, in such light strokes, never reaching the treasure between her legs. 

 

Not waiting for a response, she reaches for Caitlyn’s lips, plump, pink and open slightly, with her gasps and moans. Caitlyn seemed to have the same thought in her mind, leaning forward to catch Vi in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth, Vi’s hands going straight below her plump ass to lift her, which Caitlyn obliged, her own hands finding purchase on Vi’s neck, angling her to how she wanted it. 

 

Neither wanted to break the kiss; even as Vi placed Caitlyn on the plush sofa in the dressing room, on her back so Vi could get on top of her. Without moving her lips from their rightful place on Caitlyn’s, Vi made focus of pushing Caitlyn’s dress up to her waist, her fingers catching on the scrappy baby pink lace Caitlyn was wearing. 

 

That was what made her move her head back, with Caitlyn aiming to continue the kiss by chasing the angle of Vi’s head, and instead met with Vi’s strong hand on her throat pushing her back down onto the pillow, with a dark laugh. 

 

“These are pretty. You dress up for me cupcake?” Musing, she rubbed the skin outside of it, she’s so wet. The Kiramman bucked her hips up to gain some friction, with which she was met with none, “Come on babygirl, talk to me.” 

 

“Take them off.” As Vi’s hands made quick work of the lace, choosing to just rip them off her popstars body, leaving Caitlyn to gasp as the cold air hit her. “I’ll get you as many new ones as you want if it means I get to rip them off you.” Vi groaned, positioning herself so she was face first in Caitlyn’s pussy. 

 

“You smell so good. Fuck, are you as sweet, as I think you are cupcake.” Caitlyn responded eagerly, locking her hands through Vi’s hair and forcing her mouth into her pussy. The feeling of Vi’s hot tongue on her, eating her out like she’d been starving for years, maybe she had been. 

 

“Ugh Vi..” Caitlyn’s speech slurred, her mind focusing only on the women currently in between her legs giving her the best head she’d ever had in her life. 

 

Vi was a messy eater, always was, would always have remnants of food on her cheeks and face and Caitlyn would often chastise her for her lack of manners, but right now, said lack of manners was the best thing of her life. With a skilled tongue on her clit, Caitlyn began to cry out, thighs locked tight around Vi’s head as Vi refused to give up eating her out, gripping her hands tighter onto Caitlyn’s thighs to pull her closer. 

 

Words failed her, as she came all across Vi’s face, who didn’t hesitate to clean her up with that mouth of hers. A tug on her hair. “Vi.” Another tug, no response. “Violet.” Finally, grey eyes peered up from where she was between silky smooth skin, glued to Caitlyn’s blue ones, whilst Vi sucked Caitlyn’s clit into her mouth and Caitlyn threw her head back in ecstasy as a smaller orgasm spurted from nowhere. 

 

Moving up from between her legs, the bottom half of Vi’s face was drenched, and something in Caitlyn surged at the idea of positively marking Vi as hers. Her bodyguard, leaned up to her, catching her in a filthy open mouthed kiss, that Caitlyn couldn’t even return properly, moaning into Vi’s mouth as Vi pushed two calloused fingers inside of the popstar. 

 

Caitlyn keened at the entrance, smooth and begging, “More. Please. More.” A chorus of pleads, which Vi was only happy to oblige, shoving a third finger into the gorgeous female beneath her, pushing her palm down to put pressure onto her clit, working her back up into another orgasm. 

 

“You gonna give me another one princess?” Vi sucked on the sweet spot on Caitlyn’s neck, her free hand making a way to the top of the dress that Caitlyn was still in, making a point to pull it down revealing a matching baby pink strapless bra, the outline of hardened pink nipples peaking through. The swell of Caitlyn’s breasts, the same ones that haunted her dreams were now right in arms or rather hands length, and so Vi used her hand to pinch and twist at her left nipple between the lace. 

 

Caitlyn’s mind emptied, solely focused on feeling as much pleasure and pain Vi was delivering. The pressure on her clit, the three fingers working her, Vi’s hot mouth on her neck and rough pinches and twists on her nipples, the popstar was in heaven. And when Vi made to mock her pathetic state, “Come on baby, you’re gonna come for me, such a pretty little thing.” The faux care in her voice triggered Caitlyn to explode, her vision blacking out almost as her back bowed so tightly, her third orgasm of the night rolling through her. 

 

Vi was careful pulling her fingers out, allowing Caitlyn a slight respite, and instead took to sucking her fingers clean of Caitlyn’s juices. Said Caitlyn, peaked an eye open and fuck she was so turned on. Three orgasms weren’t enough. Taking a look down at Vi’s pants, and seeing the visible tent, the Kiramman decided to take matters into her own hands. 

 

“Vi.” She spoke from where she still lay rested on the sofa, clothes a disheveled mess, and legs spread even messier. Vi responded with a hum, a pleased grin on her face as she took in what she’d done and a twinkle in her eye. Caitlyn didn’t speak any further, instead she made to sit up, all the while gauging Vi’s reaction, unzipping her dress and stepping out of it, and unclipping her bra in one move. 

 

On somewhat shaky legs, she stood properly, pushing Vi onto the sofa, who landed with her legs spread, and Caitlyn who straddled her the same way she did Noah earlier. “Is this okay?” She whispered, flicking her hair over her shoulder, tilting her head to the side, as she made herself comfortable.

 

Vi’s hands reached for Caitlyn’s waist, her hands so different to Noah’s and so familiar, Caitlyn savoured the feel of them. 

 

With a slow roll of her hips, Caitlyn ground down onto Vi, her wet pussy grinding and leaving a pattern of wetness on Vi’s thigh. Vi could feel the heat radiating from Caitlyn’s core, and the way Caitlyn’s knee would brush against Vi’s cock in such a delicious way, she couldn’t help but get even more excited. Watching the heiress take “control” of the dynamic was fun, but just as a reminder Vi took a hand to her throat, pushing her thumb past her plump lips, causing Caitlyn to look up with that hazy look in her eyes.

 

She was going to enjoy fucking her stupid. 

 

“You wanna suck me off babygirl?” An eager nod, from the beauty on top of her, lips still sucking Vi’s thumb into her mouth like a lollipop. All wet tongue and even wetter kisses. 

 

“Get on your knees then.” 

Chapter 4: touch it

Summary:

sorry for the long wait guys. college has kicked my ass.

ALSO WHOS WATCHED SEASON 2 OF ARCANE WHAT DID WE THINKKKKK

“You wanna suck me off babygirl?” An eager nod, from the beauty on top of her, lips still sucking Vi’s thumb into her mouth like a lollipop.

All wet tongue and even wetter kisses. “Get on your knees then.”

If Caitlyn could get any wetter, she was sure by now she was wetter than the niagra fucking falls.

With the same innocent look in her eyes, she lowered herself onto both knees, digging into the soft plush grey rug on the floor, all the while looking for Vi’s approval of her actions. Vi responded in likeness, with a genuine smile that warmed Caitlyn’s heart.

God she loved her.

“Keep looking at me like that princess, see where it gets you.” A quick hand on her belt, Vi slipped it undone, un buttoning her plain black work slacks down till she was left in just her briefs. Caitlyn’s mouth subconsciously watered at the sheer size of her. How was it going to even fit?

“Open your mouth pretty girl, I’ll make it fit.”

Vi’s voice was laced with mirth, Caitlyn having not realised she said her question out loud. Sticking her tongue out, knees spread wide on the rug, and the most effective of puppy eyes, a skill Caitlyn Kiramman had mastered in her youth to get what she wanted, the pop star looked like the pinnacle of sex.

Releasing her cock from her briefs, Vi watched as she slapped the tip of it on Caitlyn’s waiting tongue, and the way Caitlyn’s eyes seemed to light up more at the degradation.

Fucking hell.

Deciding to take it a step further, holding Caitlyn’s face in her hand, she used the other to slap the pop stars cheek with her eager cock on the other side. The whine that erupted from the Kiramman was nothing short of filthy.

“Please.” And who was Vi to deny her what she wanted. Fisting a hand in blue hair, Vi drove herself home, Caitlyn immediately jumping into action and getting to work.

Janna, her mouth was perfect.

Alternating between strokes, gags, spit and moans; Caitlyn’s moans vibrating around Vi’s cock, Vi’s grip tightened in her hair, a low groan slipping from her lips. The sight of Caitlyn’s teary, eager eyes looking up at her, the wet sounds filling the room—it was almost too much to handle.

“That’s it, princess,” Vi rasped, her voice rough with need. “Just like that.” Caitlyn doubled down, her movements desperate, hollowing her cheeks as she took Vi even deeper. The room was thick with heat, each gasp and moan like music to Vi’s ears.

She could feel herself getting closer, the pressure building with every eager bob of Caitlyn’s head. With a final thrust and a strangled groan, Vi held Caitlyn’s head in place, her body shuddering as she found her release. Caitlyn didn’t miss a beat, swallowing everything Vi gave her, eyes glassy and locked on Vi’s face the entire time.

Vi pulled back gently, breath ragged, watching as Caitlyn wiped the corner of her mouth with a satisfied grin. “Good girl,” Vi murmured, her voice low and full of affection, pulling Caitlyn up for a messy, heated kiss.

Vi’s hands were gentle as they cupped Caitlyn’s flushed cheeks, pulling her closer. The kiss was searing, full of unspoken promises and lingering desire. Caitlyn melted into it, her fingers tangling in Vi’s short, pink hair, not wanting to let go.

“Did so good for me,” Vi whispered against Caitlyn’s lips, her thumb stroking over Caitlyn’s jaw. “You look so pretty like this—so fucked out.”

Caitlyn’s breath hitched at the praise, her heart racing as she leaned into Vi’s touch. “Only for you,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded with desire.

The intensity of their connection sent sparks shooting through her, a heady mix of affection and lust. Vi couldn’t help but grin, a softer look in her eyes now.

“Come here,” she said, voice huskier now, pulling the popstar to straddle her lap. The feeling of Caitlyn’s warmth pressed against her made her dizzy, and she couldn’t resist planting a trail of kisses along Caitlyn’s neck, sucking just enough to leave marks.

Caitlyn shivered, her fingers gripping Vi’s shoulders as she tilted her head back to give her better access. “Vi…” she breathed out, a plea, a prayer.

“Shh,” Vi soothed, nipping at her collarbone. “Let me take care of you now.”

With a smirk, Vi flipped them over, Caitlyn gasping in surprise as her back hit the soft rug. Hovering above her, Vi’s eyes roved over Caitlyn’s flushed form, her chest heaving. “You ready for me, pretty girl?” Vi asked, her tone both a challenge and a promise.

The air between them crackled with a tension that had been simmering for months, an electric charge that neither of them dared to address until now. Caitlyn lay sprawled on the plush rug, her usually pristine, composed demeanour shattered into something raw and hungry.

Vi hovered above her, eyes dark with a mix of desire and restraint, fighting a losing battle against the temptation that had tormented her every waking moment since the day she became Caitlyn’s bodyguard.

“You’ve been teasing me for so long, princess,” Vi growled, her voice thick with pent-up frustration. “I’ve spent every damn day keeping my hands off you, watching you parade around in those little outfits, knowing I couldn’t touch you.”

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, a wicked grin tugging at her lips. “Who said you couldn’t?” she whispered, eyes gleaming with challenge.

It was a game they’d been playing for too long, a dangerous dance on the edge of professionalism, but tonight, the rules were crumbling. Vi’s jaw clenched, her resolve slipping as Caitlyn’s hands wandered up her chest, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, pulling her closer.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Vi warned, though her hands betrayed her, roaming over Caitlyn’s curves, memorizing every inch she had only ever dared to admire from a distance, and now she was blessed with the luxury of feeling.

Caitlyn arched up, her breath hot against Vi’s ear as she whispered, “Oh, but I do.” Her voice was sultry, a siren’s call that had Vi’s control hanging by a thread.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. The way your eyes linger on my lips… my legs.” Each word was punctuated by a deliberate press of her body against Vi’s, making it impossible for her to ignore just how much Caitlyn wanted this. Emphasising her point by spreading her legs, presenting herself wet and ready.

“Fuck, Caitlyn,” Vi groaned, her composure crumbling as she pinned Caitlyn’s wrists above her head, leaning in close enough that their lips were almost touching. “You have no idea what I’ve wanted to do to you.”

Caitlyn’s smile widened, the defiance in her eyes only stoking Vi’s desire. “Then show me,” she dared, her voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down Vi’s spine. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

The last of Vi’s restraint snapped. With a low growl, she crushed her lips against Caitlyn’s, the kiss hot and demanding, filled with months of longing and frustration.

Caitlyn responded eagerly, her body arching into Vi’s as if she couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Faintly, Caitlyn could taste the remnant of herself and interestingly Vi could do the same, was it weird that the thought turned both of them on even more?

Vi’s hands were everywhere, exploring the curves she’d only ever dreamed of, her touch rough and possessive, as if she needed to make up for lost time.

Caitlyn moaned into the kiss, her legs wrapping around Vi’s waist, pulling her even closer, needing to feel every inch of the woman she had craved for so long.

“God, you’re perfect,” Vi murmured against Caitlyn’s lips, her voice raw with need.

She pulled back just enough to look into Caitlyn’s eyes, her own blazing with a mix of lust and something deeper. “I’ve wanted this… wanted you… for so damn long.”

“Then take me,” Caitlyn replied, her voice barely more than a breathless gasp. “I’m yours, Vi. I’ve always been yours.”

The confession sent a thrill through Vi, and she didn’t waste another second. Their bodies moved together with a rhythm that spoke of everything they had kept hidden, every touch and stolen glance now culminating in this heated, desperate moment.

Tonight, there were no boundaries, no rules—only them, and the years of desire finally set free.

Notes:

“what would your fans think if they knew how dirty you were cupcake?”
“they’d think i was a whore.”

(dialogue that did not make the final cut)😔😔