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Vi had hated the way Caitlyn looked in class. She had hated the way Caitlyn raised her hand for every question and the way it would always be right. She hated how they had so many classes together and the way Caitlyn would smile cockily at Vi whenever she got an answer wrong. She hated the way she was always so put together, how her hair always laid perfectly on her shoulder, and even how her posture never faltered even on the day after break. She hated everything about her. She just wants to see her fail.
Vi scoffed as she removed her eyes from the blue-haired girl in front of her; she instead focused on the words on the smart board and tried to write her notes. Vi never had an actual reason as to why she hated Caitlyn, but does it really matter? Despite this hatred, the girl never left Vi’s mind, and that frustrated her even more. Not being able to focus on the notes, Vi decided to pull out her phone and check her recent notifications.
Powder: Yo shithead, are you pulling up to the bar tonight??
Vi smiled a bit at Powder’s message. Powder was always one to get fucking wasted the day we came back from break, and Vi couldn't find it in her to deny the invitation. She typed back smiling, What time? Another thing Vi had come to hate about Caitlyn was the fact that she could handle her alcohol so well. No one should be able to have three shots of straight liquor and still be able to walk straight and win every game in cup pong. Fucking insanity if you ask Vi.
the last party Vi had been to, she watched from the corner of the humid room as Caitlyn had laughed carelessly with her group of friends. lively and free. She wasn't jealous, of course; Vi had her own group of friends that brought her those feelings as well. So why couldn't she look away? She scoffed at her own antics and focused on finishing the rest of her drink that night and trying to forget the way Caitlyn's ass looked in her leggings.
Vi went through the rest of her notifications and put her phone down once she realized class would be over in a few minutes. Caitlyn, who was sitting across from her, was still taking notes attentively. Vi looked at her, and her brows furrowed at the sight; her ass still looked good in those fucking pants.
“Hey fucker, are you coming to the bar tonight?” Vi had whispered to her. Why does she ask? She's not sure, but she figured she should ask so she could prepare herself to not stare at her across the bar like every other time.
Caitlyn hadn't even acknowledged Vi and simply stayed focused on her notes.
“Caitlyn, I'm talking to you.” She whispered a bit louder. Maybe Caitlyn didn't know she was talking to her.
no response. Vi’s mouth gaped open; she’s fucking with me. She looked at the clock and saw there were only two minutes left; she figured she had a better chance of talking to the stuck-up bitch once class was over. Once the bell finally rang, Caitlyn had packed her things and started to get up from her seat. All the students had seemed to be itching to leave class because they all stormed out the second the bell rang.
“Now I know we hate each other, Cupcake, but I didn't know you hated my voice that much.” Vi had gotten up before Caitlyn and made her way in front of her desk and placed her hands on top of it, leaning against it. She stared at the girl in front of her with a smirk and watched her expression sour at the use of the nickname Vi had not failed to use.
She stared up at Vi in such a comical way that Vi almost laughed, “For the record, I did hear you; I just chose not to respond since I was busy.” She responded in that accent that Vi had hated. Of course she was taking notes.
Vi scoffed and raised a brow. “Okay princess, are you coming or not?” Despite the hatred she had for Caitlyn, she loved seeing her at parties. Don't ask her why.
Caitlyn never got used to asking her if she was going to parties, and it always left her confused. However, as the months have passed, she's learned to stop asking questions because they never get answered anyway. “For someone who hates me so much, you sure do love making sure I'm at the parties you go to.” Caitlyn replied and stood from her chair, gaining a few inches over Vi. Caitlyn had stared down at Vi and furrowed her brows.
Vi grimaced and stood up straight to give herself a chance against Caitlyn. “Don't flatter yourself, Cait. Will you be there or not?” Her name slipped through her lips easily. It isn't every day that I call her that, but she didn't pay it any mind until she saw Caitlyn's expression change slightly. but it left as fast as it came and was replaced with a blank expression.
“I'll think about it.” score. Vi smirked and said bye to Caitlyn. She left the class and made her way to the exit. Once she made it to the parking lot, she got on her motorcycle, put on her helmet, and rode home.
–
Vi had always been a pain in Caitlyn’s ass. From the way her stupid remarks had stuck with her throughout the day and the way her muscles bulged through a tight long sleeve. Unlike Vi, Caitlyn had an actual reason to hate her. Vi never went a day without bothering Caitlyn throughout middle school, high school, and now college. They were never once friends, but Vi always found a reason to talk to her and somehow make fun of her. It was tiresome.
Watching Vi leave the room made her feel relieved; she could finally breathe. Caitlyn had already known of the party tonight, and she was going to go tonight, but when Vi asked her, she always felt the urge to lie. Unfortunately, Caitlyn had never been good at that, if by the way Vi smirked meant anything. She decided not to think about the scar on Vi’s lip and instead took out her phone to text Jayce as she left class.
Caitlyn: Come with me to the bar tonight.
Jayce: Is this because you want to go or because Vi asked you?
Caitlyn rolled her eyes even though Jayce couldn't see her.
Caitlyn: Shut up, I was going to go anyway. Will you come?
Jayce: Hmmmm, I don't know... I'll have to think about it.
Cailyn: Viktor will be there.
Caitlyn shut her phone off and smiled to herself when she felt a series of vibrations from her pocket. She took out her keys and went to her car once she finally reached it and drove home.
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Once Vi had reached the dorm she shared with Powder, she shot her a text and told her she was home. She took her helmet off and made her way to the front of the building. She scanned in and made her way to the room, passing by the usual people she sees.
Powder: I ain't home, sis; I'm staying at Ekkos and then going to the bar. also be there by 9. Dress slutty!
Vi chuckled at the message and put in the key to her dorm. She didn't know how to dress ‘slutty, so she decided to dress the way she always did. Vi put all her stuff down by the door and avoided checking the amount of classwork she had piling on her desk. Fuck school, she thought as she eyed it from across her room. She sighed to herself and got ready to hop in the shower, but not before she went on Instagram.
Vi should really delete Instagram. Caitlyn Kiramman makes it her mission to somehow look devastatingly hot in every picture she posts, and Vi is sure that she did it on purpose (she didn't). Vi has seen all of these photos: every mirror pic, every off-guard look, and every eerie candid shot. It didn't help with the hatred she had for her. She always looked so perfect in every one. She made her way to her personal favorite.
Caitlyn didn't post anything too crazy, but for her 21st birthday, she wore an outfit that Vi wished she could have seen in person. “Damn, cupcake,” she mutters to herself when she sees the pic again. Caitlyn had posed almost sensually in front of the mirror. Her cleavage was showing, and the curve of her ass through her dress was slightly visible.
After a few more minutes of ogling at the post, Vi had tossed her phone on her bed and blamed the warm feeling in her core on the fact that she hadn't had sex in over a week. She quickly stripped and turned on the shower to get ready for the party later.
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“Caitlyn, I love you, but you're not wearing that tonight.” Jayce had said from her bed as he looked at the outfit she had on.
“What's wrong with it?” She questioned as she looked at herself through the mirror.
He sighed and scrolled on his phone. “It's a party, not a dinner with your parents.”
She sighed and began to take off her clothes.
“Yeah, well, I don't plan on impressing anyone tonight.” she stated as she looked through her closet again.
“You're hot, Cait, so fucking act like it!” He groaned as he texted on his phone, “Put on the jeans that snatch you and that crop top we saw at the mall.”
Caitlyn smiled and pulled those clothes out. “I'm assuming you're texting Viktor?”
Jayce groaned at the mention of his name, “You'd be right; I don't know what to do about him anymore, Cait. One moment he wants me, and then the next he acts like I don't exist!”
Caitlyn tried to understand Jayce's situation, but the last time she had something serious was high school, and that didn't end well. “I think you should stop talking to him,” she said as she slid her jeans on, “You deserve someone who will value you and treat you with respect. That's the bare minimum.”
Jayce sighed, “You're right; you always are. I just don't know how to let go of him. We’ve been through so much together, and it just feels like I'm nothing without him.” He whispered into the air.
Caitlyn sighed once she finished putting her shirt on and sat beside Jayce. “I'm sorry, you really deserve better. Let's just let loose tonight, yeah?” Caitlyn knew it was shitty advice, but she was never good with her words. Jayce smiled lightly, and it didn't reach his eyes, but he replied anyway, “Yeah. Let’s let loose.”
Caitlyn spent the rest of the afternoon before the party trying to comfort Jayce while also trying to stop thinking about the hot butch she would see later tonight.
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The air was hot and sticky; everyone was already drinking and seemed to be tipsy. This was Vi’s kind of scene. She walked inside the bar and nodded her head towards familiar faces and made her way towards the powder near Ekko.
“Hey sis! Ekko, get me my usual." Vi approached her sister and said hi to Ekko, who was the bartender. As she waited for her drink, she scanned the room to see if anyone caught her eye. And as suspected, no one.
Vi has always been a player, and she's positive she has hooked up with every girl in the bar right now. She sighed and downed the drink once it arrived. “Tell me, Powder, is there anyone here worth my time?” Vi had asked.
Powder laughed out and took a sip of her drink. “I have a suggestion, but I don’t think you’ll like it.” Powder had gestured towards the entrance.
And there she was. Cailtyn fucking Kiramman. in those jeans that make her ass look huge and that shirt accentuates that tiny waist. Vi started watching every step she took towards the bar next to her.
After a few more seconds of ogling, Vi tried to change her expression, “She’s hot, but come on, Pow, that's Kiramman.”
She stated and signaled for another drink.
Vi always thought about Caitlyn, but never in that way. Maybe she stared at every chance that she could when she could come to these parties. But who can blame her? Caitlyn is hot as fuck, too hot for her own good.
Powder gave her an exaggerated look, clearly unconvinced. “Uh-huh, sure. You keep telling yourself that,” she said, eyeing Vi with a mischievous grin. “But if you’re not into her, why are you practically drooling?”
Vi choked on her drink, quickly setting it down on the bar before Powder could notice the slight flush creeping up her neck. “I’m not drooling,” she muttered defensively, her gaze flicking back to Caitlyn, who was now chatting with some people near the bar. She quickly turned her attention elsewhere, though she couldn’t shake the image of Caitlyn’s figure in those jeans from her mind.
Powder raised an eyebrow, clearly having a field day with the situation. "Uh-huh. If you say so, Vi."
Vi rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across her cheeks. She leaned back against the bar, trying to focus on something other than the girl who had somehow managed to take over her thoughts. "I just don't get why she's so... perfect," Vi muttered, half to herself.
“Perfect?” Powder smirked. “She’s a pain in the ass, but you’re right—she does have that whole ‘I wake up flawless’ thing going for her. Doesn’t mean you have to look like you’re about to melt every time she walks into the room.”
Vi shot her a glare, though the teasing hit a little too close to home. "I’m not melting," she snapped, though the heat in her face said otherwise.
Powder laughed, not missing a beat. "Sure, sure. You keep saying that, and I’ll keep enjoying watching you try not to stare."
Vi just groaned, grabbing her drink again to take a long gulp. She wasn’tinto Caitlyn, but it wasn’t easy to pretend otherwise when Caitlyn was here, in that tight shirt, looking like a goddamn goddess.
As Caitlyn’s laughter echoed across the room, Vi couldn't help but glance back at her, only to catch Caitlyn’s eyes briefly meeting hers. Vi quickly looked away, pretending it hadn’t happened, but her pulse quickened. Dammit, why was this so complicated?
“Just talk to her. It’s not like you haven't before.” Powder insisted as she continued to sip her drink. Part of her wanted to agree with Powder and wanted to speak with Caitlyn. And yet it wasn't that simple. “Yeah, I talk to her, but I don't talk to her like that.” Vi sighed defeatedly. “Besides, we hate each other,” she muttered as she looked back towards Caitlyn again, watching her throat as she swallowed the rest of it.
Powder, who was watching Vi drool over the princess, had had enough of her nonsense. “Yep! And that will do it! Yo, Caitlyn! Come here!” Powder had yelled across the bar before I could protest. Vi’s eyes almost bulged out of her eyes when she realized exactly what Powder had just done. “POW—what the fuck are you doing?!” Vi half-whispered when she saw Caitlyn excuse herself from her friends and make her way over. Vi could feel the anger boil up in her body but couldn't do anything about it once Caitlyn had reached right next to Vi.
She stared at Caitlyn, who didn't even glance down at Vi, and silently admired her perfect hair. “Vi,” Caitlyn had said with smoothness. Vi had turned back to powder, and of course, she left.
She sighed and prepared herself to fake confidence. “Hey, Cupcake. I see you showed up.” She smirked and looked her up and down. This is how it always went: a series of playful flirts on Vi’s side and then the rejection from Caitlyn.
Caitlyn smiled a bit, just barely showing her gap that Vi hated. “I did. Excited to see me?” she replied as she leaned against the counter. Vi had hated herself for wanting to glance down and look at her chest in all its glory up close, but thankfully, she had restrained herself and instead leaned against the counter. “You wish.” Vi scoffed and took a sip from her almost finished drink.
“So Powder called me over for no reason at all?” she questioned. and something was weird. She was smirking. Was she…? Flirting? Vi could feel her cheeks flush and started to stutter. “Well, I—I…yeah, no reason at all.” Vi didn't know what the fuck was in Caitlyn’s drink that was making her start to flirt back, but what Vi did know was that she didn't know how to handle it.
Caitlyn tilted her head slightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, if you don't need me, then I guess I'll just go back to my friends,” she teased softly, her tone almost affectionate, though still laced with that teasing sharpness Vi could not get used to.
Vi had decided that at this moment, she wasn't going to let Caitlyn fluster her. “I didn't expect anything less from you, princess.” Vi smirked and downed the rest of her drink while maintaining eye contact with Caitlyn. She watched her eyes glint with something she couldn't recognize and the way she smirked at the sight of Vi.
“You’re so frustrating.” Caitlyn had sighed and faced the dance floor where people were dancing feverishly. Vi smiled at her ability to recover and faced the same way. “And yet you're still here.”
Vi had gotten behind the bar and started to make her own drink; Caitlyn had turned around and began watching Vi. “And here I thought all you could do was bother me in class.” Caitlyn had started the conversation, signaling to Vi to make her drink.
Vi could feel the heat in her chest spreading, a mixture of irritation and something else—something she didn’t want to acknowledge. Caitlyn, with her perfect little smirk and those eyes that were locked on her, was making it nearly impossible to focus. Vi wasn’t sure what was going on, but she didn’t want to admit how much she enjoyed this little game, the way Caitlyn was flipping the script on her.
She forced herself to look away from Caitlyn’s piercing gaze, taking a breath as she stepped behind the bar to make herself another drink. The noise of the bar around her, the chatter and music, faded a bit as she focused on the bottles in front of her. She poured out another shot, a little heavier than the last, and slammed it down. Her body felt warm, buzzing from the alcohol, but she couldn’t let Caitlyn see that. No, she had to keep up the same teasing banter that always came between them.
"Yeah, well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, princess," Vi shot back, her voice dripping with an edge. She picked up her glass, tipping it back in one swift motion. It wasn’t like her to get so flustered, but Caitlyn had that effect on her, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
She barely gave herself a moment to recover before she threw Caitlyn a smirk. “Want one, Cupcake?” The words felt too easy on her tongue, almost like a dare.
Caitlyn didn’t miss a beat, her gaze never leaving Vi as she leaned a little closer to the bar, eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression. "I'll take whatever you have," she replied, her voice low, almost challenging, as though she was daring Vi to keep up.
Vi raised a brow, a slow smile curling at her lips. This was what she wanted, right? She wasn’t going to back down. Not now. Not when Caitlyn was so damn close, so alive with that energy.
She poured another shot, sliding it across the counter with a practiced flick of her wrist. Her fingers brushed Caitlyn’s hand as she passed the glass over, and for a brief moment, the tension between them was palpable. Vi couldn’t help but notice the way Caitlyn’s skin seemed to glow under the bar’s dim lights, the way her lips parted just slightly as she reached for the drink.
Caitlyn took the shot without hesitation, and Vi watched her closely, waiting for some kind of reaction.
When she set the empty glass back down, she smiled just the slightest bit. "You make a mean drink, Vi."
The compliment hit Vi in a way she didn’t expect. It sent a spark through her chest, and suddenly, it felt like there was something more than just this usual back-and-forth.
“Yeah, well, don't get used to it,” Vi said, trying to sound casual, but the words felt weak even as they left her lips. Nothing about this should be turning her on, and yet, every damn inch of Caitlyn seemed to be just a little too perfect under the dim bar lights. She was burning up, but Vi was determined not to admit it—she'd blame it on the alcohol. Caitlyn should not look that sexy, especially not when she was leaning against the bar like she owned it.
Vi tried to shake off the feeling, to keep her usual tough exterior, but something was different tonight. Usually, Caitlyn didn’t bother with much conversation—if anything, they exchanged insults and left it at that. But tonight? Caitlyn was leaning in, her gaze too intense, and it was making Vi’s chest tighten in a way she couldn’t explain.
“Are you staring at me or my drink?” Vi shot, trying to sound irritated, but the edge of her voice wavered slightly. She turned her back to Caitlyn for a moment, pretending to rummage through the bottles behind the bar, just to regain some kind of control over herself. But as she fumbled, she could feel Caitlyn’s eyes burning into her.
Caitlyn smirked from across the counter, clearly unfazed by Vi’s attempt to brush it off. “Maybe both,” she answered smoothly, leaning in just a little closer, her voice low and almost teasing.
Vi could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise at the closeness, but she was not about to back down. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that, right?” she muttered, trying to regain some ground. The frustration was there—this wasn’t supposed to be happening. They weren’t supposed to get along like this.
But Caitlyn’s smirk only widened, and there was something dangerously playful about it. “Maybe. But I think you enjoy it.”
Vi’s heart skipped; her pulse suddenly thumping louder in her ears. Her grip on the glass tightened, but she didn’t let her eyes show how much Caitlyn’s words had gotten under her skin. “Keep dreaming, princess,” she spat, her voice coming out harsher than she intended.
Caitlyn smiled despite the tone Vi had used and instead laughed, “God, you’re funny.”
Vi had felt herself get angry, but she tried her best to not let it show. “Whatever,” she muttered under her breath and turned around to clean up the bottle in the sink.
The blaring music didn't help her headache from getting worse, and the humidity in the room didn't help her blush go away. “Dance with me, Vi.”
Vi froze. “What?” Vi put down the glass and turned around to look at Cailyn, fully expecting her to be joking. “Dance. With. Me.”
“Or are you too scared?” Caitlyn spoke again before I could reply. Vi’s heart skipped a beat, a mix of frustration and something else rising inside her.
She shot Caitlyn a glare, but deep down, the challenge in her voice twisted something inside her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Caitlyn just stood there, arms crossed, her expression teasing but not quite mocking. She wasn’t backing down. Not this time.
Vi had to force herself to breathe, her mind racing to make sense of what was happening. Caitlyn? Asking me to dance? It was ridiculous. They hated each other. The thought of getting up there, surrounded by the crowded dance floor with Caitlyn’s eyes on her, made her stomach do a flip.
"You’re out of your mind." Vi finally said, but even as she spoke, her feet were already shifting slightly, almost as if they had a mind of their own.
Caitlyn’s smile widened, something challenging in her gaze. "Are you really going to back down? I thought you were all tough." She tilted her head, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Or are you scared I’ll outdance you?"
Vi’s blood ran hot. It wasn’t about the damn dancing. It was about Caitlyn pushing her buttons, making her react, like she always did. Vi could feel the tension thickening between them—just like every other moment when Caitlyn got under her skin. She didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, but she also wasn’t about to let Caitlyn think she had won.
"Fine." Vi shot back, a cocky smirk tugging at her lips. "But don’t get too excited, princess. I don’t need you to show me how to dance."
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the little power play. "I’m sure. You’ve got it all figured out, right?"
Vi grabbed the glass off the counter, slammed it down with a little more force than necessary, and stood up, meeting Caitlyn’s gaze with defiance.
Without another word, she strode toward the dance floor, hearing Caitlyn follow behind. The air between them seemed to crackle as they stepped into the crowd, Vi not sure what she was even doing but unable to stop herself. Her body moved instinctively to the beat, and despite everything, she felt the undeniable heat of the moment, the electric tension that only seemed to build the closer Caitlyn got.
"So," Caitlyn said, leaning in just enough for Vi to feel the heat of her breath. "I warned you."
Vi bit back a grin, not giving Caitlyn the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t cry when I show you up."
They moved together, neither one willing to back down, each trying to one-up the other. Caitlyn was a step too close for comfort, and Vi couldn’t help but feel the pressure of her presence, how her every movement seemed calculated and deliberate. Vi had to focus, her thoughts clouded by the challenge Caitlyn presented, even as the music thumped and swirled around them.
As the seconds passed, Caitlyn had started to get closer to Vi. Every step was noticed by Vi, but she let it happen. Vi, with moves of her own, watched as Caitlyn danced sensually to the beat and the way her hips swayed. She looked back up at Caitlin's eyes and caught the smirk that was plastered on her face.
Instead of showing how flustered she was, Vi moved closer and lightly placed her hands on Caitlyn's hips. “Something funny?” She spoke loudly over the music.
Caitlyn's breath hitched, but she recovered quickly. “Yes, you're a terrible dancer.”
Vi scoffed, and her grip tightened slightly as she danced with Caitlyn, their bodies moving in unison to the beat. Vi could now smell the perfume off Caitlyn's clothes due to their proximity and almost leaned in closer to smell it better. She made eye contact with her and couldn't look away. The beat became more sensual, and it flipped something in Caitlyn.
Caitlyn smiled before she turned around and placed her ass against Vi’s front and began to grind slowly. Vi gasped, and her hands faltered from the previous position, but Caitlyn didn't stop; if anything, she grinded harder.
“Cait…” vi muttered in the air, not that Caitlyn could hear her. Caitlyn had leaned back and placed her hand in Vi’s hair and pushed her to her neck, “Are we going to stop now?” she questioned. No, she challenged.
Vi had groaned and unconsciously grinded into Caitlyn’s ass and gripped her waist, pulling her closer to her. She shoved her face into Caitlyn’s neck and swore she heard her moan.
“What are you doing, Caitlyn?” Vi whispered in Caitlyn's ear as she restrained herself from leaving a mark. Caitlyn’s girl on her hair tightened, and Vi couldn't stop the whimper that slipped from her mouth.
“Don’t play fucking stupid,” she snarled. Vi almost moaned at her voice. She was so wet. With every grind that she and Caitlyn did, she could feel her boxers become moist and her clit rub against the fabric of them. The sight of them was straight nasty and lustful. Caitlyn was full-on grinding her ass into Vi and breathing into her ear. Her hands wandered higher up Caitlyn’s stomach.
“Caitlyn, I swear to God, if you don't stop—”
Caitlyn had pushed herself off of Vi and turned around to face her. Her hair was messed up, and she was breathing heavily, and fuck, she looked so fucking sexy right now.
“My dorm is close by; let's go.” Caitlyn had shouted over the music and grabbed Vi’s hand.
Once the dorm room closed, Vi had pushed Caitlyn against it and kissed her roughly. She moaned into her mouth once she felt Caitlyn kissing her back, and her hands began to roam.
“Fuck, Caitlyn, what are you doing to me?” Vi muttered against her neck once she pulled away from her lips. She kissed her pulse point and began to suck on it. Caitlyn moaned softly at the feeling, and her hips buckled.
Vi had slipped a knee in between her legs and was met with hard grinding and a warm heat coming from her pussy. “That's it, take what you want.” Vi moaned as her hands slid up to her breasts and groped them through the fabric.
Caitlyn moaned softly and continued to grind hard against her leg. “Ahh, fuck Vi.” Vi’s hands slid under her shirt and cupped her breasts even harder. Caitlyn's moan rang in the room, and they were both glad Jayce was still at the bar.
Caitlyn had pushed Vi off of her and led her to the bed, where she pushed her to lie on her back.
“Wait, you didn't—” Vi was interrupted with a hard kiss as Caitlyn straddled her lap. Caitlyn started to grind against Vi and began groping Vi’s breasts through her shirts and pinching her nipples.
Vi moaned loudly into the kiss and leaned her head back to take a breath. Caitlyn took the opportunity to take off her shirt and bra. Vi stared at her perfect, perky breasts, and her hands flew to grope them. The sounds that spilled from Caitlyn's mouth had encouraged her to do more. She pinched her nipples softly and then harshly. “You like that, Cupcake?” Vi smirked at the loud moans that were coming from Caitlyn.
Caitlyn reached down and took off Vi’s shirt and bra, then got off of her to take off her pants. Vi was now fully naked on her bed, and the look in Caitlyn’s eyes was dangerous.
Caitlyn climbed onto the bed, straddling Vi's hips again. She leaned down, capturing Vi's lips in another passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over Vi's body, exploring every curve and dip. Breaking the kiss, Caitlyn trailed her tongue along Vi's neck, nipping gently at her earlobe before whispering huskily, “I want you so badly, Vi. Let me make you feel good.” With that, she positioned herself between Vi's thighs, rubbing her slick heat against Vi's core.
Caitlyn's fingers found Vi's sensitive clit, circling it teasingly as she ground against her.
”Mmm, you're so wet already”, Caitlyn purred, increasing the pressure. She kissed down Vi's chest, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking firmly. Her free hand slipped lower, delving between Vi's legs to stroke her inner thigh, edging closer to her aching center. “Tell me what you need, baby,” Caitlyn breathed against Vi's skin, her hot breath sending shivers through her.
Vi bucked her hips, seeking more friction.
“Please, Caitlyn... touch me,” she whimpered, her voice thick with desire. Caitlyn obliged, sliding two fingers inside Vi's tight channel. She pumped them slowly, curling to hit that sweet spot within. Her thumb kept up its relentless stimulation of Vi's clit. “Oh god, just like that,” Vi gasped, her nails digging into Caitlyn's back. Caitlyn added a third finger, scissoring and stretching Vi open as she picked up the pace. The bedroom filled with the sound of Vi's ragged breathing and Caitlyn's skillful ministrations.
“Fuck, look at you. Being such a good girl,” she praised as she continued pumping and curling her fingers into Vi’s wet pussy. Vi moaned loudly and bucked her hips harder into her hand.
“Say that again…” Vi whimpered into her ear.
Caitlyn smirked and whispered into her ear. “Yeah? Do you like that? You liked being called a good girl?” Vi moaned as she felt herself getting wetter and closer to that familiar feeling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop!” Vi moaned loudly as Caitlyn continued to whisper praises in her ear and suck on her pulse point.
Suddenly, Caitlyn pulled out, leaving Vi empty and aching. “Fuck!” Vi whined loudly.
“Cait, why’d you stop?” She moaned as she tried to buck her hips towards her.
“Beg.” She demanded as she stared at Vi and sucked on her two fingers.
Vi moaned and lent her head back at the sight.
“I’m not that fucking desperate,” she chuckled as she took deep breaths.
Caitlyn then surged forward and began to kick her wet, warm folds. After a few moments, she began to suck on her clit. “Oh! Oh fuck!” Vi moaned out immediately after and started bucking her hips. Her moans began getting higher-pitched and faster, signaling she was getting close.
“Beg.” She demanded again and pulled away once again.
Vi began to buck into the air and whimpered louder at the loss of sensation. “Fuck!! Please fuck me, Caitlyn! Please, please, please, please!” She begged loudly as the tears filled the corners of her eyes. Never had Vi been so desperate. But something about this, something about Caitlyn, made her want to submit. And, God, did she need to come.
Pleased with her begging, Caitlyn went back to sucking her pussy and this time used her fingers simultaneously. She sucked hard and curled her fingers into that sweet spot that made Vi’s eyes roll back.
She moaned relentlessly into the air as Caitlyn fucked her hard, barely giving her a break before she shoved her fingers back in.
And then she felt it again, that feeling, “Fuck, fuck!! I’m close!! Fuck, Caitlyn, I’m going to cum!”
This time, Caitlyn had given her what she wanted. “Yeah, that’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Cum for me, baby.” She mouthed against her clit.
Those words. That praise. It ruined vi. Her mouth stayed open as she felt A surge of pleasure rushed through her body once her orgasm came. The waves of pleasure only increased as Caitlyn continued to fuck her. She moaned loudly into the air, and her hips stuttered violently against Caitlyn’s fingers and mouth.
A few moments went by, and the high finally passed. Vi lay there, spent and breathing heavily. “Fuck, Cait, why didn’t we do this sooner?” Vi asked as she watched Caitlyn suck her fingers once more and wipe her wet face.
She smirked as she replied, “Because you were too busy hating me to see how badly I wanted to fuck that attitude out of you.”
Vi scoffed and tried to move up the bed, but her legs were a bit sore. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
Caitlyn raised her brow but decided to not mention anything. Caitlyn then ran her fingers up and down Vi’s abs and dug her nails into them lightly.
Vi stared back at Caitlyn. “Sit on my face.”
Caitlyn’s mouth gaped lightly at the suggestion and laughed lightly. “You’re so eager. Aren’t you?” She smirked and as straddled VI’s waist and groped her breasts.
Vi bit her lip to stifle a moan, “I wanna taste you.” She whispered under the dim bedroom light. She gripped Caitlyns thighs and massaged then as she urged her to scoot forward. Caitlyn then smiled and gave in to her desires.
She could feel her pulse increase
as she made her way closer and closer to where she wanted to be. No. Needed to be. VI’s eyes never once left hers and it was starting to border the likes of intimacy, a like that Caitlyn’s steers far from when it comes to sex.
She was never one for that slow and sweet sex, she preferred it to be meaningless and quick; but this was anything but that. And part of her didn’t know whether to be scared or intriguied by that feeling.
A shaky breath escaped her lips when her knees were on either side of Vi’s head and she was still staring, so sweetly. “Fuck..” she muttered as she looked away to maintain herself. The last thing she needed was to misread the situation. This was sex, nothing more.
Finally, Caitlyn had settled on top of Vi’s mouth, slowly but surely. Vi never broke eye contact once and that only made her pussy throb harder. Vi hand her hands on Caitlyn’s thighs as she urged her to fully sit in her face by pulling her in. And Caitlyn looked downright sexy from this angle. And beautiful.
Vi took a deep breath before planting light kissed on her inner thigh, deciding to savor her scent and the fact that she was about to eat her out for a moment longer. She glanced up and saw an expression on Caitlyn’s face she didn’t recognize. Deciding to focus on pleasuring her, vi finally pulled her all the way down and licked a long strip between her folds.
The moan that escaped Caitlyn’s mouth was breathy and low, something that Vi wanted to hear more of. She continued licking and lapping slowly, trying to take in every little juice of Caitlyn. She was fucking starving for her and she didn’t know if she would ever get this chance again.
Vi closed her eyes as she passinonsrtly sucked on Caitlyn’s clit and moaned softly into it.
“F-fuck! Holy fuck, Vi! You’re doing sk good.” Caitlyn loaned as she slid her hand down into vi messy hair and gripped it lightly. Her hips moved in their own as she grinded into Vi’s mouth, maintaining the pace she had set.
Hearing vi moan into her pussy like that only made her more sroused and desperate for more. Her hips moved sloppily only after a few moments of vi expertly licking and sucking her clit, while simultaneously groping her ass harshly; providing the perfect amount of stretch.
Vi could feel the urge she had to buck her hips or to maybe touch herself but she refrained and finished her job. She gripped and groped that perfect ass and sucked on her clit. The sounds filling the room could only be described as lewd and lustful.
“Ahh Vi I’m so close. Don’t stop!” Caitlyn whined as her grinds became more erratic as she chased her orgasm; both of her handd were now on harshly gripping Vi’s hair to guide her exactly tk where she needed it. Vi seemed to be enjoying the treatment if the whimpering meant anything.
Vi’s jaw was starting to strain but she could feel Caitlyn was close so she oercivered. Vi removed her lips from her clit and was met with a loud whine, “look at me when you come, Cait.” She whispered lowly before she dove back in the moment Caitlyn’s piercing blue eyes met hers.
The whimper that escaped Caitlyn’s mouth when Vi said that and then proceeded to lead her to her biggest orgasm would forever be on repeat in Vi’s head.
Caitlyn slowly stopped the ministrations of her hips and slid off of Vi’s face. She panted heavily and looked to the girl next to her; VI’s mouth and chin were soaking wet.
Caitlyn surged forward and moaned as she kissed her sloppily, effectively licking her juices off her face. Vi kissed her back just as fierce and let her hands rest upon her waist.
“Fuck, Caitlyn, you’re gonna kill me. “ Vi muttered once the kiss seemed to slow down.
Caitlyn grinned against her lips and gave her one last kiss before lying down and staring at Vi with a look that neither of them had recognized. “You weren’t so bad yourself.” She joked.
Vi let out a short laugh and pushed her red bangs away from her face and lure es her head to look at Caitlyn.
They both stared at each other in silence, letting the low hum of the fan and their thoughts fill the air. Neither spoke, too afraid to break the tension, to ruin the moment.
At some point, they both were drifting to sleep and somehow someway, they ended up cuddling. How funny. How predictable.