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Caitlyn Kiramman prides herself on her ability to not be driven by impulses and instincts.
For as long as she can remember, she has always been calculating and tactical, if you will. All of her actions have been contemplated and planned out beforehand to achieve the most effective outcome for her goal, be it shooting, schoolwork, or her practice as an enforcer. Being calm and collected while making decisions, life-altering or not, has always been her go-to, and that has been working out fine for her for years.
But the new intrusion in her life in the form of her darling Violet has made her tactical brain short-circuit and caused her to forget that it is supposed to think before acting.
She can try to lie to herself and attempt to stay composed by the sight before her. The absolutely gorgeous Zaunite is sitting in his newfound workshop, trying and, apparently, succeeding to revive the gauntlets built by her late brother.
To be precise, Vi is simply in his boxers: sturdy back muscles on display. She can clearly see with her eye the way shadows dance on his tattooed skin when he stretches to get a wrench from the far end of his desk. She can hear the subtle grunts coming out of Vi’s mouth when he tightens another stubborn bolt on the carcass of the gauntlet.
Caitlyn is starting to begrudgingly admit that she may be driven by her animalistic instincts and impulses when it comes to Vi. And while she was so deep in thought about devouring this ethereal being that she did not even notice, that she had been caught staring.
“Hey, babe,” he calls out warmly.
The Kiramman heiress drags herself across the room to stand behind the gorgeous being that is her butch, barely contains herself not to wholly devour him in any sense of that word, and simply puts a slender hand on a dampened with sweat and tattooed shoulder.
“Are you almost done? I finished up my paperwork and am ready for bed.”
Vi glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Is it already midnight? Sorry, I got wrapped up in finishing up this thing. I’ll join you soon.”
Caitlyn leaned down and put her chin on his shoulder in protest to his suggestion. It is difficult to put into words how much restraint it took not to lick the drop of sweat off of the gear tattoo on Vi’s neck.
“Will you be long? I have missed you today.”
The mechanic finished tightening another bolt and turned his head to peck Cait lightly on the lips. “I missed you too, baby”
As Caitlyn’s self-restraint was hanging by a thread, she started running her hands up and down her lover’s arms. She felt him relax under her touch and let out a low exhale.
Cait took Vi’s face in her hands to properly turn his head and kiss him in the overconsuming way she needed to. If there was any scientifically proven safe way for Caitlyn to fully consume Vi, to fuse with him, to combine their bodies and souls together, she would be doing that now instead of desperately trying to find a way to pull him closer to her, into her.
The kiss lasted as long as Vi’s lung capacity allowed him to participate in the activity, which was not enough for his girlfriend. Caitlyn did not waste any time as she situated herself between the desk and the chair Vi was currently sitting on: breathless, flushed, with a sheen of sweat making him glow oh so delectably. Caitlyn nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck and began sucking and biting on the exposed salty skin. His taste was overconsuming, making Caitlyn feel light-headed as if she had consumed an enormously large dose of shimmer. No, even such a potent and stimulating substance could not compare to the way Vi makes her feel, react and act.
She greedily palms his shoulders, back, and chest and feels the way Vi shudders under her touch. Her hands reach the deliciously full and firm thighs, which she aims to grip fistfuls of, however much muscle one is able to fist anyway. She herself is panting, tachycardic, she’s so needy, yet she doesn’t care to judge and perceive her own actions. The only thing Caitlyn Kiramman is sure of at that moment is that she needs Vi.
“Sweetheart. Caitlyn, what do you need?”
How can Caitlyn put her desire, her want and need into words? How could she possibly verbalise the concoction of pure desperation she is experiencing being millimetres away from the object of her desires?
The way that want came out was a long and deep whine. Which resulted in Caitlyn becoming even more aroused alongside feeling slightly embarrassed for her very obvious desperation.
“You” is what she settled on. “I just need you.”
“I’m gonna need you to be a bit more specific, baby,” was Vi’s sympathetic reply.
Another whine. How can someone dangle the object of your desire right in front of your face? How is she supposed to formulate full-fledged sentences when she can barely remember to oxygenate her blood? The oxygen itself is not enough, she needs to have Vi running through her veins.
The Kiramman fully situates herself in Vi’s lap, the cold silk of her nightgown feels even better against her when pressed between their torsos, her nipples fully erect, mind a haze, and clit pulsing with the same need her mind is.
She’s sure Vi can sense her foggy mind, surely she will try to put Cait out of her misery. Her thoughts are confirmed the second Vi pushes the gadgets and tools off the desk, they all fall with a loud clatter on the floor of the workshop, but both of them were too eager to care. Before she knows it, Caitlyn is hoisted up on the newly emptied desk. Vi between her open legs, his hands caressing Caitlyn's thighs.
“Please” is all Cait is able to muster with her mind all over the place.
Vi is looking up at her with his mouth slightly open. He’s searching Caitlyn’s face for something, Cait is unsure of what, or even if there is anything telling on her face. Frankly, she doesn’t care as she lets out one more noise of protest and desperation.
Cait is not used to this torture, whatever she wants, she gets, in the quality and quantity necessary. Now she is questioning how she will satisfy her need when the amount is not measurable, she will always want more.
So when Vi's fingers finally slip under her nightgown and move up her stomach, she lets out a proper, open-mouthed moan.
Another single-worded plea leaves her lips, she lifts her hips off the desk in the general direction of Vi, hoping, praying to send the message across. Violet’s hand reaches her breasts, where her fingers tweak the fully erect nipples. The other hand, still on her thigh, moves to her ass and slowly pulls the soaked-through panties down. Normally, her undergarment hanging off one of her legs would bother her too much to continue such ferocious activities. Now? The world outside could be burning down, and she would not budge, she was finally receiving what she wanted, deserved, for being oh so patient - she is going to attempt to fully savour this moment.
Violet’s fingers trace over her folds, the minimal contact makes her buck her hips once again. She thinks she can hear Vi curse under his breath, a moment later, two of his fingers enter Cait fully. The guttural moan of satisfaction that leaves her throat surely can be heard through all of Piltover, which seems to motivate her partner to move. His fingers curl inside of Caitlyn, tracing her inner walls with the perfect mix of gentleness and care only Vi could master. She can hear the squelching sounds every time Violet’s fingers move inside her.
She needs more, she knows she needs to voice her want for more, but she can barely purse her lips together, let alone utter coherent syllables. She opts to moan and groan and try to convey her message with her eyes, face and noises.
“Baby, do you need more?”
She frantically nods her head and grips Vi’s shoulder so hard, she’s sure the arm is going to fall off, that is before a third finger on said arm enters her.
Cait’s definitely dripping all over the desk, she can feel how wet it is under her arse. She’s burning up, and anywhere Vi touches her feels like a hundred degrees. She’s greedy for the fire, she needs to be burned by the flames, she needs to be consumed by the heat.
Her next noisy inhale of air was when she witnessed his head dip down, tongue slide out of his mouth and flick over Caitlyn’s clit. Cait’s hands came down into Vi’s head of hair to keep herself in an upright position. Her lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen.
He proceeded to suck Caitlyn’s nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, while his fingers kept curling and uncurling inside of her. The combined stimulation came to a height so otherworldly, it made Caitlyn’s burning lungs supply enough confidence for her to let out a choked scream to accompany her dizzying orgasm.
Her hearing came back before her sight did, she could only hear her own hard breathing. Next, she felt Violet kissing and nibbling on the skin of her inner thigh. When her vision finally came back, she was met with the gorgeous sight of her butch looking at her very lovingly, eyes bright with content.
She doesn't know where this wave of possessiveness came from, but the raw pride she felt from having this gorgeous person in her life was making her feel maddened. To be able to proudly admit that this amazing person was hers - only hers.
Vi put one last kiss straight on Caitlyn's clit before sitting up. “Yours, baby, only yours,” he added while rubbing soothing circles on Cait's abdomen. If she wasn’t busy regaining consciousness and trying to breathe properly, Caitlyn is sure she would be embarrassed to have admitted her possessive thoughts out loud.
She was reluctant to take her hand out of Vi’s hair as there was a high possibility she pulled a fistful during her world-shattering orgasm. Satisfied after seeing that she has not given the love of her life a bald spot, she settled on running her fingers through the mane to try and tame the messy strands.
“Mind if I take my fingers out?” inquired a way too cheerful for Caitlyn’s taste Vi, with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
“I do actually mind” replied Caitlyn while pulsing her pelvic floor muscles around the fingers inside her, she can see the twinkle turning into something darker, “but go ahead”
He slowly pulled his hand out, and Cait could see her wetness dripping down Vi’s forearm, who proceeded to lick a stripe from his elbow up his palm, while looking directly at Caitlyn.
“God, can you get any more breathtaking?” replied Caitlyn, feigning annoyance, and received an answer to her rhetorical question in the next second, when Vi sucked all 3 of his fingers wet with Caitlyn into his mouth and moaned over them.
Cailtyn gathered any energy she had left to lift herself off the desk and straddle her lover. She could feel Vi shudder when the wet and cold skin of Cait’s thighs touched his warmer ones. She pressed herself impossibly close to Vi and kissed him so hard she was sure their lips would bruise. She put her tongue into his mouth to trace any remaining taste of herself in her beloved’s mouth. The femme finished off the kiss by sucking on his plump bottom lip and letting it go with a pop. She lowered one of her hands between their bodies and was not able to hide her hunger and excitement, when she palmed her lover’s packer.
Still fixing her breathing, Caitlyn said “Now will you finally take us to bed and let us continue all of this in a more suitable place?”
Vi’s eyes twinkled with amusement and adoration, but that didn’t stop him from getting up from the chair, all while wrapping his own commander's legs around his hips. “Anything for you, needy woman.”