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Caitlyn walks into the apartment, swinging her brown leather laptop bag off her shoulder. She already has one button of her blouse undone and is trying to shrug off her navy blazer. Despite being several coffees deep, there wasn’t enough caffeine in the world for her to tackle her current work responsibilities. Her job had her wound up tight, working too many late nights and racking up overtime hours, just to finish up a case for the next day. Too much responsibility. Too many expectations. Too much control.
She does little to hide how brutal the day was, huffing and grunting as she kicks off her heels, finally, giving her feet a break. Caitlyn hasn’t noticed yet, but Vi quietly studies her from the living room couch, legs spread and fingers drumming against her knee. Vi tries to read her face for any indication of what support Caitlyn needs. Vi’s been in this long enough that she knows Caitlyn usually finishes her work day one of two ways: so exhausted she passes out on the couch before she can make it to the bed, or bursting through the door, her mind running at a hundred miles an hour unable to stop thinking.
Based on Caitlyn’s over exaggerated sighs, and the speed in which Caitlyn’s lips find Vi’s, Vi is thinking it is the latter. Caitlyn is too far in her own head, starting the dangerous spiral of overthinking. Of course, Vi sees right through her.
“Hey, hey, slow down, cupcake.” Vi reassures Caitlyn, pushing her away gently just enough to make eye contact. Vi loves the physicality of their relationship, but she needs to make sure Caitlyn and her are on the same page before moving forward.
Caitlyn stares back, chewing on the inside of her cheek. A small blip of frustration bubbles up as Vi pushes her away and she tries to hide it. The moment allows her to take a breath and for her thoughts to catch up with what her body is doing. She stands there, in front of Vi, struggling with how to ask for what she needs. The weight of her badge, her family name, the expectations, the perfection she’s supposed to maintain. It’s all too much and she needs Vi to rip it all away. She narrows her gaze, grazing up and down Vi’s body.
“You’re looking at me like you want something… You got something to say?” Vi asks, her voice light and teasing. She carefully keeps track of Caitlyn’s small movements, her body language a tell tale sign of her current state of mind.
Caitlyn huffs and tries to keep some composure, but she is crumbling quickly in Vi’s arms.
“No.” Caitlyn replies, and looks away. It is possibly the worst lie she has ever told. Her pink cheeks and fidgety fingers give her away instantly.
“Liar.” Vi tilts her head and smirks. She is quick to move her grasp under Caitlyn’s ass, taking her with both hands and giving a firm squeeze. Caitlyn let out an easy yelp that leads to light giggles from both of them.
“Come on princess,” Vi drawls, teasing even more. “You wanna fight me or fuck me?”
Caitlyn’s jaw clenches, and she can’t find the words. Vi’s physical grip is starting to transition into a psychological grip in her mind. Her thoughts are starting to become incoherent. Even so, the uncomfortability is still there, in the tension in her shoulders, the way that usual easy conversation becomes stuck in her throat, the way her hands tremble just slightly.
“Or, do you want me to fucking ruin you?” Vi growls, leaning into Caitlyn’s ear to whisper the question. Vi takes advantage of their current position, pushing Caitlyn’s body closer to her’s, the grip on her ass getting tighter.
Caitlyn exhales sharply, but it is one of relief. Vi sees her. Vi knows.
“I need…” Caitlyn says quietly. She forces the words out but fails to finish her sentence. It only gives Vi more ground to run and press harder than before. And Caitlyn is happy to let her have it.
“Louder, sweetheart.” Vi mocks. Vi expertly brings one hand up to Caitlyn’s chin, taking it in her fingers and tilting it so Caitlyn is forced to look her in the eyes. Vi seems quite comfortable with the eye contact, lazily moving her gaze up and down Caitlyn’s face, studying it carefully. Caitlyn glares back, unable to look away, eyes burning hot with need and want.
“I need you to-” Caitlyn struggles. Vi is quick to cut her off, with a grin.
“Nah, I don’t think you get to be vague about this.” Vi presses against her, voice dropping into a husky whisper. Caitlyn feels every muscle in her body get a little tighter, the heat of Vi’s skin tickling against her. Suddenly, there’s too much clothing in the way and she just wants to rip Vi’s off recklessly.
“Say it, Cait. Tell me what you really need.” Vi repeats, refusing to back down.
Caitlyn swallows hard. It’s a command she can’t ignore any longer. The desire burns inside of her, tempting her, and she is already falling.
“I need you to fuck me until I can’t think straight.” Caitlyn says, even more quiet than before. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but that’s okay. Vi is there, close, and she nods in acknowledgement. Caitlyn wants to be wrecked. Her body, mind, and soul, until she is nothing but a shaking, overstimulated and mindless mess. She wants Vi to drag her into subspace and make her give up everything she’s holding onto, everything that she is thinking of. Caitlyn needs Vi to own her completely.
The wicked grin on Vi’s face widens and she moves in to press her lips against Caitlyn’s jaw.
“There’s my good girl. All that big talk, all that discipline… and what? You sick of using that pretty little brain of yours?”
Caitlyn’s breath hitches and she manages a weak nod. It’s hard to focus on what Vi’s saying when she continues peppering kisses down the side of Caitlyn’s neck. Caitlyn doesn’t object though, leaning into the love, and tilting her head to offer up more of herself to Vi. Caitlyn hates (loves) that Vi is right. That she’s giving in. But she wants this too much. Needs this too much.
“Aww, poor thing. That why you’re so tense? Tired of making decisions, princess?”
“Just… take it from me.” Caitlyn lets out, desperately, in between small gasps. She moves her hips up and forward, trying to press center closer to Vi, looking for some sort of friction. It wouldn’t be enough, Caitlyn is known to be insatiable, but it’s the best she can do standing in Vi’s arms.
“That what you’re asking me for? You want me to take you apart? Make you forget how to think?” Vi’s voice is low and dark, slipping into a comfortable dominating tone. It is nearly predatory. Caitlyn barely manages a nod, Vi’s shift in dynamic making her weak in the knees.
“Use your words.”
Caitlyn knew this was coming. Of course it was. Vi doesn’t miss a beat, and she’s an excellent dom, pulling out words from Caitlyn like it was nothing. Vi somehow manages to make her beg and plead and cry for every touch, every release, in a way that no one else can manage to. On the outside, her cool, tough and calm exterior melts away easily when Vi gets a hold on her. And Caitlyn wouldn’t have it any other way.
Caitlyn exhales sharply to steady herself, then breathless, replies, “Yes, please.”
The words feel heavy on her lips, harder to push out than before. Caitlyn’s limbs become tingly, and her stance wavers. Vi holds her steady, hands finding the small of her back, fingers pressing in. Vi kisses Caitlyn deeply, their lips meeting and opening. Caitlyn moans back into the kisses, finding room to slide her tongue in Vi’s mouth, pushing against her teeth. Vi groans deep and bites Caitlyn’s lip in retaliation. At the same time, Vi’s hand finds Caitlyn’s ass again, pulling her even closer, if that was possible.
Something inside Caitlyn just snaps and she starts to slip into that floaty, empty space. And Vi? She’s just getting started with Caitlyn.
Vi works her way slowly to press possessive kisses against Caitlyn’s throat, feeling her shudder under her touch. Her hands continue to knead Caitlyn’s ass through her pants. Vi whispers into her skin, all teeth and danger, “Now, listen close, princess. I own you tonight.”
Caitlyn shivers, but Vi’s not done.
“You’re not gonna move unless I tell you. You’re not gonna touch unless I say so. You’re not gonna come unless I let you.”
Caitlyn whimpers again, a full-body shudder this time overtaking her from head to toe. Her core aches deeply and feels uncomfortably hot. She can only imagine how wet she is right now and based on how Vi likes to play this game, Caitlyn knows she is far, far from relief. Vi watches Caitlyn squirm under her commands and looks pleased with her work so far.
“Fuck, you’re already going soft for me. My pretty little thing… Brain’s already starting to shut off, huh?” Vi pokes. Caitlyn manages a pathetic whimper in response, trying to find Vi’s lips for another kiss. She loves it when Vi does this, when Vi makes her nothing more than a shaking mess, when Vi pulls every thought out of her brain and replaces them with nothing but need and desire for her wife.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it? You don’t want choices. You don’t want control. You just want me to tell you what to do.”
Through a strained gasp, Caitlyn tries to get words out. Again, Vi expertly cuts her off. “Shh. Just nod, baby.”
And Caitlyn does. She nods, slowly, but with absolute certainty.
“That’s right, baby. You don’t think. You don’t decide. You just do what I fucking say.” Vi grins, leaning in.
Vi drags her fingers across Caitlyn’s collarbone, tracing her pale skin gently. She leans in to suck a kiss and leave a small red mark just above her heart. “So fucking pretty when you’re like this. Look at you.”
Caitlyn doesn’t even answer, just helplessly moans into Vi’s touch, fingers trying to grab at something, anything, on Vi’s back. She manages to grab a fistful of Vi’s tank top, pulling it tighter.
Vi laughs softly. “That’s okay, baby. You don’t need words anymore.”
Vi swiftly lifts Caitlyn like she weighs nothing, effortlessly cradling her against her chest. Caitlyn wraps her long legs around Vi, and digs her face into the crook between Vi’s neck and shoulder. With a controlled strength, Vi carries Caitlyn through the doorway, nudging the bedroom door open with her foot. She strides inside with purpose, never once faltering, her grip secure and possessive.
As they reach the bed, Vi lowers Caitlyn down. She lands with a small bounce, her body sinking into the soft comforter. By the time Caitlyn has time to process the change in environment, she is already somewhere far, far away. Vi can feel it in the way she moves. She’s looser, more pliant, completely gone.
“Can I take this off?” Vi asks, a knee sliding onto the bed beside Caitlyn’s. Caitlyn nods and something like a yes comes out of her mouth. Vi takes her time to slowly unbutton the rest of Caitlyn’s blouse, sliding the fabric off her shoulders and tossing it to the ground. Next, Vi unclasps Caitlyn’s bra, freeing her breasts. They rest full and heavy, skin pale and milky, a gorgeous contrast to the deep flush spreading across her neck and face. Vi watches, transfixed, as they settle naturally, begging for Vi’s touch and mouth to claim.
Vi hums in approval, taking Caitlyn’s breasts in her hands. She runs her thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a small moan from Caitlyn. Vi kneads and squeezes hard, her calloused hands making quick work across Caitlyn’s chest. In response, Caitlyn arches her back, offering herself up without a second thought.
"Fuck." Vi murmurs, voice thick with hunger.
She revels in the weight of Caitlyn’s chest, the softness yielding so perfectly beneath her fingers. Her mouth follows soon after, lips dragging over smooth skin before latching onto one nipple, sucking with a possessive intensity. She puts more weight into her touch and mouth, forcing Caitlyn to lay on her back now, although there was no resistance on Caitlyn’s part.
Vi doesn’t let up. She lavishes attention on one breast, flicking her tongue, sucking harder than before, hoping to leave a mark before moving to the other. She wants Caitlyn wrecked beneath her, lost in the way Vi touches her, lost in the fact that she has no control over how much pleasure Vi is going to wring from her.
Vi smirks against her skin, pressing a final, teasing kiss to the valley between her breasts before leaning back. She keeps her hands on Caitlyn, trailing down, fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants. Her voice is low, commanding, leaving no room for argument.
"These," Vi tugs, just enough for Caitlyn to feel it. "are coming off next."
Vi quickly removes Caitlyn’s pants, taking her underwear off with them. The clothes join Caitlyn’s shirt and bra on the floor, completely irrelevant to Vi. For a brief moment, Vi shifts her weight to sit up and also takes off her shirt, pulling the stretchy tank over her head. She stands bare-chested in front of Caitlyn, excluding confidence and authority.
“Look at you. So pretty like this. So fucked-out already, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” Vi chuckles, teasing Caitlyn further. Her eyes purposefully land on Caitlyn’s dripping center. There’s no hiding how wet Caitlyn is, her lower lips puffy and her clit swelling. Caitlyn lets out another broken sound, and Vi drinks it in.
Soft and firm, laced with kindness, Vi looks at Caitlyn. “You don’t have to do anything, Cait. No thinking. No decisions. Just let me use you. Let me make you feel good.”
Caitlyn nods, barely conscious of her movements. Whatever Vi is doing, is working. Caitlyn can’t think. She doesn’t want to think. She just wants Vi to take everything. Which is good, because that is exactly Vi’s plan.
Vi climbs on top of Caitlyn, who is laid out perfectly for her. In a passionate kiss, they meet, hungry and needy, moans coming from both of them. Caitlyn wiggles underneath Vi and tries to wrap her arms around Vi to pull her in closer, but Vi is quicker and more adept. With her strong hands, Vi pins Caitlyn’s above her head.
“You don’t get to move unless I say so.” Vi commands, leaving a kiss on Caitlyn’s cheek.
“Stay,”
Another kiss, further down on her jaw.
“Still.”
A third kiss right on her pulse point.
Caitlyn’s mouth hangs open in surprise. She had been trying, really, to keep her hands to herself, but Vi makes it nearly impossible. Nearly.
She lets her hands go limp, a signal to Vi that she has given up control, and sinks further into the mattress and into that sweet floaty spot in her mind.
“That’s it, baby. Just let me take care of you.” Vi murmurs, dragging her nails down Caitlyn’s thigh, pressing into the soft smooth skin. Vi leaves small red lines the further she moves down. Caitlyn whines at the touch, needy for more. She’s deep in subspace, her body too heavy to move, her mind nothing but static.
“Didn’t take much to turn you into a dumb little mess, huh?” Vi continues. She has a sharp wit in bed, unafraid to walk the line between praise and degradation with Caitlyn. But, Vi’s tongue is sharper.
She confidently pushes Caitlyn up the bed a little further, and lowers herself in between her wife’s legs. It takes Vi a fair bit of control not to dive right in and lick up everything spilling out of Caitlyn. She knows that the longer she makes Caitlyn wait, the sweeter her finish is going to be. So, Vi slowly kisses the inside of her knee, moving up her thigh. Caitlyn tries to move underneath her grip but Vi just presses her fingers in further, keeping Caitlyn’s thighs down and open. As Vi makes her way up towards her center, she mixes the kisses with licks and bites, sucking on the skin to leave tiny bruises when Caitlyn makes whimpering noises.
"All that training, all that discipline… and you’re falling apart just ‘cause I told you to." Vi says. Caitlyn’s heaving breathing picks up pace slightly and Vi looks up to meet Caitlyn’s gaze. Her eyes are blown wide, begging, asking for Vi’s touch, and this time Vi doesn’t respond with words.
Maintaining eye contact, Vi presses her tongue flat to Caitlyn’s clit. The warmth and touch is almost too much for Caitlyn to process, her body automatically reacting to the sensation and begging for more. Vi laughs as she buries her tongue into Caitlyn, licking up and down and taking in the sweet taste of her pleasure. She’s done this hundreds of times, but it never gets old. Vi would spend hours between Caitlyn’s thighs if she could.
Vi starts to build up speed, switching between long and flat swipes with her tongue, and sharp quick flicks right where Caitlyn needs it most. Not a single drop is missed, Vi swallowing as much of it as she can. Caitlyn’s moans start to get louder, closer together and the muscle in her thighs tense as a familiar feeling starts to build in her stomach. Without thinking Caitlyn reaches for Vi’s hair to guide her mouth and grind down harder.
This is when Caitlyn realizes she made a mistake.
An expected slap to the top of her thigh comes down sharp. It's accompanied by a moan from her own mouth. Before she can react, Vi removes her mouth from her clit, slick sticking to her tongue and chin. Vi wipes it away with the back of her hand as she stares down Caitlyn. Vi growls slowly. A warning.
"You don’t get to come until I say. Got it?"
Caitlyn nods, wordless. She feels the heat rise up in her face and she nearly falls over the edge with Vi’s demanding tone. Caitlyn remains still having learned her lesson. She bites her tongue and blinks back at Vi who is calculating her next move.
"What happened to my strong, independent enforcer?” Vi teases. Something just short of a laugh comes out of her mouth as she says, with a lift in her voice, “Oh, right. She’s gone now. Just a pathetic little thing waiting for me to tell her what to do."
Without saying anything else, Vi gets off the bed. She stretches her arms overhead like she’s got all the time in the world. Caitlyn watches her closely, following her movements. The sinful smirk returns to Vi’s face as she takes her time walking over to the dresser. She doesn’t move fast, she wants Caitlyn to feel every second of her trembling, ruined and desperate state.
"So fucking needy. Maybe I should leave you like this for a while. Let you sit in it." Vi muses, rummaging through the drawer. Caitlyn whines disapprovingly, but she stays laid open on the bed, hands by her side, the insides of her clenching and pulsing around nothing.
Vi pulls out a black leather strap, feeling the smoothness in her fingers. It’s worn in, after so many uses by her and Caitlyn. She quickly takes off her pants and her boxers and steps into the harness. The buckles click as she secures the straps around her hips and slides a dildo into the ring. It sits low and snug against Vi, the base of the toy resting right on her clit. Vi groans loudly, unashamed, as she adjusts the weight of it.
Vi finally turns around and makes her way back to Caitlyn, who, bless her heart, is trying her best to stay still. But that is kind of difficult when Vi towers over her with a strap and prepares to ram her into the next day.
"You’re shaking, whimpering, grinding against nothing. What, you really need me that bad?" Vi says. At the same time, she rolls her hips forward, slow and testing. She exhales a pleased sigh. All Caitlyn can do from the bed is watch. She is wrecked, her chest rising and falling heavy as Vi lazily drags her fingers over the toy, wrapping it around the base. Vi pumps it once, twice, adding some lube. Her head falls back in pleasure, but still, Vi doesn’t rush. She basks in the tease, the build, the way Caitlyn’s breath hitches as she spreads her thighs.
“You ready, pretty girl?” Vi asks, some gentleness finding its way back into her voice.
Caitlyn nods quickly. Vi huffs in approval.
“Good. And what’s the sign if you want to stop?”
Caitlyn taps the side of Vi’s thigh three times.
“Good, good.” Vi says, slowly, pumping the shaft again. Caitlyn blinks up at her but Vi doesn’t move from her position, happy to keep running her hand up and down, bringing herself some relief from the tension.
"Oh, oh, you think I’m just gonna give you what you want?” Vi groans.
“Beg properly, princess."
Caitlyn swallows, waiting a second before being able to find the words and put them in the right order. "I, I need you." It is small and weak, but Caitlyn knows it to be true. She needs Vi, and she needs her now.
"Pfft. You need me?" Vi snorts, mockingly. Her hand finds Caitlyn’s knee, pushing it open, and looks down at Caitlyn’s cunt, picturing how well she is going to take her. "Nah, you gotta do better than that."
"Please…"
"Please what?"
Vi takes the hand on the toy and slips it lower to brush against Caitlyn’s entrance. Vi runs her fingers up, circling her clit once, and down again, pushing around a mixture of slick and spit. At first, Vi pushes a single finger in, sliding in too easily after all the teasing and Vi eating Caitlyn out like a champ. Caitlyn sinks down on the touch, immediately wanting more and more to fill her up. Vi quickly adds another, working Caitlyn open, dragging out more slick, choked little noises from Caitlyn’s throat.
“Fuck, you’re soaking,” Vi mutters, grinning down at her lover. Caitlyn feels so good, clenching helplessly around her fingers. She rewards Caitlyn by thrusting a little harder, a little deeper. Caitlyn’s whole body moves in time with Vi’s thrusts, her chest bouncing up and down. Vi doesn’t want to just edge Caitlyn. She wants to destroy her, over and over.
Vi removes her fingers, and replaces the touch by the tip of her cock. Slowly, she pushes in. Caitlyn chokes on a sob, the stretch stealing the air from her lungs. Vi watches her unravel, drinking in every shudder, every ragged breath, every beautiful little sound Caitlyn tries, and fails, to swallow down.
Caitlyn almost comes right then. But Vi knows what Caitlyn needs. She knows how to please her and she's the only one who can do it.
“No, no,” Vi purrs, fingers tightening around Caitlyn’s hips, holding her still. “Not yet.”
Caitlyn whimpers, desperate, ruined. Vi just laughs, slow and lazy, dragging her through the fire. She finds a steady rhythm, in and out of Caitlyn. The grinding is driving Caitlyn crazy, and everytime she starts to get close, Vi pulls away.
“No, no, Vi! Please!” Caitlyn cries, trembling at the loss fullness when Vi pulls out all the way.
“Please, what?”
“Please, I need it. I need you to let me…”
“Oh, you need it? I don’t think you deserve it yet.” Vi finishes, thrusting all the way into Caitlyn until the cock is buried all the way into her. Vi stays there at the hilt, letting Caitlyn’s walls adjust to the size. The intense fullness makes Caitlyn scream Vi’s name, followed by moans of intense pleasure. Her mind is completely blank, wiped, and replaced with nothing but the need to be used by Vi. And Vi is happy to deliver.
With all her strength, Vi scoops up Caitlyn and flips her so she is now on her hands and knees. The change in position allows Vi to thrust at a better angle, using Caitlyn’s hips for leverage. Vi waits again for a second, giving time for Caitlyn to tap out if she needs, but the taps don’t come. Vi leans over and kisses Caitlyn’s shoulder blade and whispers to her.
“Still good, baby?”
Caitlyn nods and her sounds are muffled, face pressed into the pillows. And that’s all the confirmation Vi needs to start pounding into Caitlyn at a ruthless pace. Vi’s breath starts to pick up pace too, and curses as she feels the pleasure building herself. Caitlyn moans and it sounds close to a cry at this point.
“You wanna come?” Vi asks, still thrusting deep into Caitlyn. “Beg me. Tell me what you are.”
The command hangs in the air for a beat, before Caitlyn lifts her head.
“I’m… fuck. I’m your. I’m your fucking toy.” Caitlyn manages, breathless.
“Yeah, yeah you are.” Vi confirms. Another rough thrusts and Vi feels Caitlyn clench against her, getting close to the edge, but Vi isn’t done with her yet. Vi pulls back, laughing at her desperation. Caitlyn lets out a long and frustrated sob cry into the pillow.
“Aww, poor thing. Thought you were gonna get off? That’s gotta be frustrating, huh?”
Caitlyn's voice cracks, her breath is uneven, her eyes are wet. Caitlyn is completely undone, barely able to form any words. Any noise is drowned out by her gasping.
“Vi, I… I need, I can’t-”
Vi wiggles her hips, the tip of the cock teasing at Caitlyn’s entrance.
“You gonna cry for it? Go on, let me see.”
“Vi, Vi please. I’ll do anything, just, just let me-”
“Anything, huh?” Vi leans over and kisses Caitlyn’s shoulder. Caitlyn tilts her head to the side and allows Vi to press kisses there too. Caitlyn’s hips buck and her body shivers with frustration. She is so close to snapping, and it feels so, so good, so, so right, to have Vi completely in control of her pleasure.
“Beg for me like you mean it.” Vi smirks, watching Caitlyn tremble. She presses in. The shaft fills Caitlyn up completely again. Vi takes immense pleasure in ruining Caitlyn, continuing to drag her over the edge of desperation again until she’s begging like she’s never begged before. Her voice is raw as she asks for Vi to let her finish and Vi knows her cheeks are wet even though she can’t see them. With every thrust and the obscene slapping of skin on skin, Vi works hard to make Caitlyn prove she is desperate, makes her say the filthiest, most humiliating things, until Caitlyn has no thoughts left to think.
"God, you’re so fucking pretty like this. Begging. Helpless." Vi tries to keep her pace steady but her own pleasure builds as Caitlyn falls apart beneath her. Vi sighs at the friction. She weakly slaps Caitlyn’s ass and Caitlyn groans, half-crying.
“You make me so fucking wet when you cry for me like that.”
Caitlyn moans again, and again, and again. She is barely clinging on after being edged for so long.
“Vi, Vi, please… just please, I-” Caitlyn can’t get anything else out except for a string of random words.
Vi shudders at Caitlyn saying her name, feeling her own release creeping up. “Ohhh, that’s it baby. Keep going.” Another thrust into Caitlyn hit’s Vi right on her clit, moaning at the contact. “Tell me.. Ah, fuck. Tell me how bad you need me. Tell me you belong to me.”
Caitlyn’s voice is wrecked and desperate. “I belong to you, Vi. Please, please, please-”
Vi rides the high of control, her pleasure rising. It comes over her quickly and Vi throws her head back. She moans low and deep, pushing into Caitlyn one last time. Her clit throbs, pusling, as she comes hard and gasping.
“Fuuuck, Caitlyn.” She doesn’t notice how deep her nails dig into Caitlyn’s hips, holding both herself and Caitlyn steady. Vi’s whole body tenses and releases pleasure, rushing through her.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect like this.” Vi manages before pulling out of Caitlyn and collapsing forward, exhaling against Caitlyn’s neck, breathless, sweaty and glowing. Vi rolls over onto her back and shuffles in close to Caitlyn, who by now has also collapsed on her stomach. They both turn their heads to face each other. Caitlyn’s eyes are glassy and barely flutter open. She is overstimulated and fuzzy in the head - exactly where she wants to be. Vi smiles, satisfied, and presses a kiss to Caitlyn’s temple.
“V-Vi… Please, I-” Caitlyn tries again.
“Shhh, baby.” Vi reassures. “I got you.”
A small smile creeps across Caitlyn’s face and she snuggles up close. Her body is still shaking but she knows that Vi is ready to give it to her, only now that she is ruined and weak.
“You’ve been so good for me baby.” Vi tucks a piece of hair behind Caitlyn’s ear, and moves in slowly to kiss her. “You’re so pretty when you cry. So pretty when you beg.” Caitlyn nearly shatters. Their lips fit together perfectly, moving in a slow and sensual dance.
“You ready to come for me?” Vi asks.
“Y-yes, please, Vi.”
Vi, despite all her roughness and ability to manhandle Caitlyn, gently snakes a hand down her wife’s stomach, finding her clit. Caitlyn’s hips buck into Vi’s hand, finally, finally, getting the contact that she begged for. Vi chuckles, low and satisfied as she watches Caitlyn come undone simply by her own touch. She doesn’t stop touching, she doesn’t pull away, just holds her through it all.
“That’s it, baby, let go.” Vi coxes. She is finally giving Caitlyn what she needs, what she deserves. With expertise, Vi dips her fingers lower, picking up all the slick from fucking Caitlyn and rubbing it across her folds and clit. With more speed and just the right amount of pressure, Vi presses tight circles into Caitlyn. Vi whispers praise at the same time.
“Ah, ah, Vi-V…” Caitlyn breathes out into Vi’s neck. Vi kisses her forehead and continues working on her clit. Caitlyn is close, so so so close, after so long, but she’s holding on until Vi tells her it’s okay. And then that’s when Vi tells her.
“Come for me. Be my good girl.”
That’s all it takes for Caitlyn to shatter. She cries out Vi’s name, shaking and tensing in Vi’s arms, as her body finally crashes into release. The world slows down, and Caitlyn’s vision goes dark and finally, she is empty.
“That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.” Vi says, but Caitlyn barely registers her praise while she trembles with intense and overwhelming pleasure. She is floating in a haze of bliss. Vi strokes her hair, leaves more kisses on her forehead, and murmurs additional praise.
“You did so good, sweetheart. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Caitlyn can’t even speak, her body completely spent, still shaking in Vi’s arms. She lets out the slightest sigh. Caitlyn feels like she is drifting, safe in Vi’s arms. Her mind is blank, empty, floating, nothing but warmth, pleasure, and Vi. Every nerve in her body still buzzes and all she can do is exist in it, in the overwhelming aftermath of what Vi just did to her.
Vi grins, heart melting. Absolutely wrecked and that’s exactly how she wanted her. Vi holds Caitlyn close, soft now, gentle, her voice in a low purr.
“I got you, baby. You’re so beautiful.” Vi strokes her hair. “You took everything I gave you, didn’t you?”
Caitlyn nods weakly, still panting.
“Can’t-” Caitlyn mumbles, voice small, sleep-heavy.
Vi tilts her chin up, looking at her with nothing but pure adoring affection.
“Can’t what, baby?”
Caitlyn’s lashes flutter, her eyes struggling to focus on what’s in front of her. “Can’t think.”
Vi smiles again, so damn pleased with herself. “Good.”
She tucks Caitlyn in closer, guiding her head under her chin, holding her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Because to Vi, she is. Caitlyn latches onto that warmth without thinking, burying herself against Vi’s chest, chasing the feeling of safety
“Don’t need to think, baby. Just rest.” Vi strokes her back, slow and rhythmic. Caitlyn feels grounded by the touch. “I got you.”
Caitlyn hums, completely pliant, completely safe. But, she still feels too far away, drifting, vulnerable. Vi knows that look, knows the feeling. She’s got her.
Gently, Vi eases Caitlyn onto her back and presses another kiss to her forehead before slipping away. “I’ll be right back, babe. Just breathe for me.”
Caitlyn whines softly at the loss of warmth, but Vi moves fast. She grabs a warm, fluffy towel from their bathroom closet and dampens a cloth with lukewarm water under the sink. Vi shuffles her way to the kitchen too and fills a glass of water. Prepared, always.
When she returns, Caitlyn is still where she left her, blinking up at the ceiling, looking dreamy and dazed. Her body still aches, throbs, but it’s a good ache, a reminder of how thoroughly Vi took her apart, how completely she gave in, gave up, let go. Vi loves seeing her like this, but she also knows it’s her job to bring her back, slowly and on her terms.
"Here, sweetheart." Vi sits beside her, guiding her up just enough to bring the water to her lips. “Take a sip for me.”
Caitlyn obeys without a word, still too far gone to do anything else. Vi watches her carefully, rubbing gentle circles into her back as she drinks.
"That’s my girl," Vi praises. "Good job."
When Caitlyn finishes, Vi sets the glass aside and grabs the warm towel, cleaning her up with slow, gentle strokes. She takes her time, wiping away the evidence of their scene with so much care, making sure Caitlyn feels safe, cherished.
“There we go,” Vi murmurs. "Still with me, Cait?"
Caitlyn nods weakly. “Mmhmm.”
Vi smiles, brushing damp hair away from Caitlyn’s forehead before leaning in close, soft and tender.
“You did so good for me, baby,” she whispers, pressing a kiss between Caitlyn’s brows. “So, so good. I’m so proud of you.”
Caitlyn shivers, not from cold, but from feeling so damn loved. She melts into Vi’s touch, trusting, safe.
"Do you need anything?" Vi asks, stroking slow patterns into Caitlyn’s arm. "Blanket? Another drink? Snack?"
Caitlyn just snuggles closer, burying her face in Vi’s chest.
“Just you,” she whispers, voice hoarse, fragile.
Vi wraps her arms around Caitlyn, holding her tight, solid, real.
"You got me, babe. I’m not going anywhere."
She pulls the covers over both of them, keeping Caitlyn warm, protected. She keeps rubbing slow circles into her back, whispering soft reassurances, grounding her with touch, warmth, love.
Minutes pass. The rise and fall of Caitlyn’s breathing evens out, deeper, steadier. She’s safe, sated, cared for.
Vi smiles against Caitlyn’s hair, utterly in love.
“I got you, baby. Always.”