Work Text:
There is a universe where Vi held on to her anger a little longer—where sending all the guards to the Hexgates did little to make up for Caitlyn’s betrayal. There is a universe where jail cells are only full of emptiness, not declarations of love. There is a universe where they remain apart, hearts still shattered into innumerable pieces.
And in this universe, it’s Vi who takes a seat at the council in representation of Zaun. It’s Caitlyn who sits across from her. It’s both of them who argue—always, always argue—over the minutiae of trade deals and lawmaking and the aftermath of war. The rest of the council members know the dance quite well. And by this, I mean that they know to stay out of the way, lest their toes be collateral damage. Piltover needs, after all, no more casual casualties.
They argue, often solely for the sake of arguing, it seems. They challenge each other, if only to make the other lose composure. It’s as if they want to see the other crack. They want to see the other lose. But I ask you, reader, hasn’t there been enough loss already?
Today is no different than any other day. Caitlyn and Vi fight across the table over tariffs to be implemented. It’s boring stuff. Unimportant stuff in the grand scheme of things. But who would they be, if not rivals? What would they be doing, if not going at each other’s throats?
Of course, as you would so obviously expect, there is a sexual component to it. There is a rush of blood, there is the wetness of fabric, there is the hardening of a cock. Under the table, they’re fidgeting. Trembling. They’re pressing their thighs together.
And when the meeting’s over, they will hurry back to their respective homes—that is, if they can make it that far.
They will shove their hands into their pants and let the frustration out in a different way. In a much more feral way. They will fuck this rage out of themselves, imagining the other’s glaring eyes and pointing fingers and accusatory voices. They will picture a body slammed onto the council room table. Papers on the floor. Hands and teeth and the feeling of a cock driving itself so deep into a source of fiery heat. Moans and whimpers and the sounds of someone breaking. Finally, finally breaking.
It’s selfish, really. The arguing, the angry looks, the built up tension. Even the falling apart. It's all just a set of impulses driven by self-gratification. By greed, by lust. By the voice in their heads that says, You were once supposed to be mine.
“Apologizes, ladies,” a councilman says. “We’ve run out of time for today. We’ll have to continue this discussion next time.”
The others nod in agreement, eager to escape this madness that they’ve accidentally gotten themselves caught up in. This ex-lover’s quarrel that they never asked to be a part of.
“Fine,” Caitlyn says, short and stern.
“Fine,” Vi repeats.
The other council members shuffle out, Caitlyn and Vi trailing behind them. But then, right at the door, Caitlyn spins on her heel and faces her.
“You’re wrong, you know,” she says.
“What?”
“What you said about the tariff.”
Vi rolls her eyes, huffing out a sigh and turning around. She walks back towards the table and Caitlyn follows. The door to the council room closes, and they’re left alone.
“What aggravates me is that you know you’re wrong,” Caitlyn goes on. “But you just love to go against me any chance you’ve got.”
“Oh, please,” Vi groans as she leans against the edge of the table, arms folded over her chest. “Like you shutting down my Stillwater proposal?”
“Absolutely irrelevant!” Caitlyn shouts, taking another step towards her. “There is not enough money in our budget to even get the project off the ground and you know that.”
“Funny. I hear your pockets are pretty deep, Ms. Kiramman,” she spits back. “Or do you only sponsor programs that benefit your precious Zaunite-hating enforcers?”
Oh, Caitlyn is absolutely fuming. Cheeks and chest burning. Jaws and fists clenched. And when Vi gives her a cocky I-just-won grin, it makes her want to scream.
“You wore the badge and uniform just fine once, though, didn’t you?” Caitlyn says, and Vi’s face drops.
“We all did what we had to do then,” she says. “You fucking know that. And I’ve forgiven you enough to move past—”
“Oh, you’ve forgiven me?” Caitlyn interrupts, letting out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Darling, you absolutely despise me.”
Vi stops herself from answering, afraid of being far too truthful than the moment calls for. Instead, she simply looks away—out the window and onto Piltover. In the distance, she can see the fumes that hang perpetually over Zaun.
At last, she says, “You make it too easy.”
And, of course, it hurts to hear, though Caitlyn had already resigned to it. To be hated by Vi is better than to not be known by her at all. So she takes what she can get.
“You do too.”
Vi looks back at her, eyes blown but glaring all the same. And Vi looks so good like this—angry. Her cheeks flushed just slightly, freckles splattered on a canvas of pink. And with her eyebrows furrowed, it accentuates her scar. Which, in turn, accentuates the other on her lip. The one that Caitlyn vividly remembers kissing once.
Fuck.
She feels herself grow hot, suddenly wishing she wasn’t wearing a jacket. Suddenly wishing she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
She digs her fingernails into the palm of her hand, seeking some sort of distraction from this ache. But she’s much closer to her now than she usually is. Without a table in between them, she can see the way Vi’s nostrils flare in anger. She can see the hard swallow as it passes past the lump in her throat. She can see the rawness of it. All of it.
This isn’t about tariffs or trade deals or prison proposals. This is about them. This is about heartbreak. This is about lust. This is about not having each other and hating each other for it.
And so, the selfishness in them is bubbling over, before they can even help it. It’s burning in their lungs and clawing up their throats. It’s ringing in their ears and rushing through their blood. Oh, how it rushes in their blood—how it pools between their legs.
Vi unfolds her arms, hands now in front of her. But it’s too late. She can’t hide it. Caitlyn follows the motion and sees it—the bulge in her pants, the hardness there. Her own clit throbs at the sight of it, pussy clenching as if in a plea.
So, Caitlyn takes another step forward, her heels clacking against the marble floor. But Vi doesn’t move. She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t stand down. In fact, she moves her hands away, holding onto the edge of the table instead. She lets her see it: just how hard she is. So shameless, so challenging—even now.
“You’re so incredibly aggravating,” Caitlyn says.
Vi shrugs. “And you’re blushing.”
It makes her blush more.
“So absolutely insufferable.”
“You’re no treat either, princess,” she bites back. “You think you know how to run a city because you got to play at dictator once, when all you really were was a puppet. Well the strings are cut now, babe, and you have no idea what you’re doing.”
Caitlyn responds on impulse, grabbing onto Vi’s belt and pulling her closer—their hips pressed together, a throbbing cock between them. Vi doesn’t let out even a tiny gasp, so unfazed. As if calling Caitlyn’s bluff.
Go ahead, she seems to be saying. Fucking try me.
“And you do?” Caitlyn asks. “You are the expert on running a city you’ve mostly ever been in to commit petty thievery?”
As she says this, she takes Vi up on her silent challenge. She undoes her buckle without breaking eye contact, and Vi lets her—hands still on the table, knuckles turning white.
“I know more than you,” Vi says. “More than some…”
Caitlyn unzips Vi’s pants, reaching in and laying a hand flat against Vi’s cock. The unexpected warmth of her palm makes her stumble.
“A Piltie who…” she starts, but then Caitlyn reaches in and unceremoniously whips out Vi’s cock. “Fuck.”
She didn’t think she’d get this far, so do much, cross this many lines.
“A Piltie who what?” Caitlyn asks, eyes still glued to hers as her hand wraps around Vi’s shaft.
The cock is hot in her hand—thick and hard. There’s a vein that runs down its length, and Caitlyn wonders what it would be like to feel it pulse against her tongue.
“A Piltie who…” Vi tries again. But again, Caitlyn is too goddamn distracting. She is full-on tugging on her cock now. Oh, what a fucking bitch. “You think this is… h-how you finally get to win an argument?”
Caitlyn smirks. “I win all of our arguments.”
It makes Vi laugh. “You’re such a—mmph—bratty little thing, did you know that?”
She shrugs.
“Someone should really—fuck—should really put you in your place.”
“What, someone like you?” Caitlyn quirks an eyebrow. “You’re already leaking all over my hand.”
“Shut up,” Vi says through gritted teeth, but it’s hardly a lie.
Precum is dripping from her head, meeting Caitlyn’s palm and getting spread all the way down to the base. And then, back up again.
“You get yourself into these messes, Vi,” Caitlyn sighs, so condescendingly. “Because you’re impulsive. And you’re stubborn. And you’re a little bit too smart for your own good. But far too fucking hardheaded to know it.”
“Shut up,” Vi says again, her hips bucking up once despite herself. “Fuck.”
“How long have you been this hard?” she asks. “How long have you secretly been this pathetic?”
“Shut… ahh…”
“And you seriously expect me to take you seriously?” Caitlyn asks, knitting her eyebrows together and pouting in faux-pity. “You poor, poor thing. No wonder your arguments are always so pitiful.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Vi growls, hands coming off the table at last and burying themselves in blue hair. Fingers tightening locks and pulling Caitlyn all the way down to her knees. “Just shut up, Caitlyn, and suck my fucking cock.”
She shoves her dick into her mouth—all the way in. In one smooth, slick motion. It makes them both moan, Caitlyn’s sounds reverberating up her shaft. Vi nearly collapses forward from the sheer pleasure of it.
“Oh, th-that’s it,” Vi grunts, pulling Caitlyn’s hair back in a makeshift ponytail, so she can see her pretty, flushed face. “Fuck…”
Caitlyn looks up at her as she bobs her head, eyes watering every time the tip reaches the back of her throat. But she does what she’s supposed to do. This is, after all, exactly the kind of response she was hoping for.
“You look so much—mmph—better like this,” Vi says, thrusting her hips into her. “So f-fucking pretty when you a-actually put your mouth to good use like this. Fuck, yeah, you’re s-so pretty with a mouth full of my cock.”
Caitlyn glares at her still, but takes it even deeper. Goes even faster. She reduces Vi to a whimpering mess, as if trying to embarrass her. As if trying to prove that even on her knees, she still has the upper hand.
And this, too, is selfish. This, too, is the need to win, to stake claim. To say, You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.
She moves her fist up and down the shaft in perfect synchrony with her mouth, the other already finding its way under her skirt.
She’s soaked. Nobody is surprised.
She takes Vi’s cock out of her mouth with a pop, when licks her way down to her balls. Still jerking her off, she takes them into her hot, wet mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking.
“Oh, h-holy shit,” Vi moans, throwing her head back and leaning against the table. “You feel so good…”
Caitlyn moans against her, nose buried in pink curls. Then, she works her way back up to Vi’s glistening head and takes her back inside her mouth. She moves even faster than before. Fervent and feral.
She takes it all the way to the very base, eyes tearing up and throat constricting on the head. Her face flushes bright red, she gags, then slides back up with a gasp—drool and precum dripping down her chin, a string of it still clinging from her lips to the tip of Vi’s cock. And then, she does it again.. A swirling tongue, sunken cheeks, and an open throat. Over and over, gagging and gasping and moaning.
It drives Vi absolutely insane. She’s had women suck her cock before, but never like this. Never so eager, so desperate, so downright hungry. It’s always been an insecurity of hers—something that other women have often only spent a few minutes doing, as if merely to call the matter done.
But Caitlyn. Fuck, Caitlyn is worshipping her cock. Caitlyn is getting off on it. Caitlyn is absolutely fucking ravenous.
Vi holds onto the back of Caitlyn’s head, fucking into it like she’s her plaything, her fuck toy—just a hole to be filled. And it only makes Caitlyn moan that much louder, fingers now driving themselves in and out of her own cunt. She’s dripping all the way down her wrist. She could practically come like this.
“D-don’t stop,” Vi moans. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
But, of course, this is exactly what makes Caitlyn stop.
“Fuck, wh-what are you doing?” Vi asks, cock throbbing to a nearly painful degree—pulsing still in Caitlyn’s palm as she stands up and wipes her chin with the back of her free hand.
“I was… I was so close,” Vi whimpers.
“You’re always so demanding,” Caitlyn says as she starts pumping her cock with her fist. “You make it so hard to want to give you what you want.”
“Oh, shit, Cait,” Vi groans, so entirely at her mercy. “Baby, y-you’re gonna make me come. I n-need to come inside your mouth or I… fuck, we’re gonna make a fucking mess.”
And she’s right. What Caitlyn should really do is what she had planned all along. To say goodbye, to walk away, to leave Vi throbbing hard and teetering on the edge of an orgasm she is never going to get from Caitlyn.
But, of course, the issue is that sucking Vi’s cock has made Caitlyn too turned on to think straight. All she has inside her head is filth upon filth upon filth.
So, when she takes that final step forwards—chests now completely pressed together, what she says is, “I reckon we can find an even better place for you to dump your cum in, darling.”
And then, she guides Vi’s cock under her skirt, pressing it right against her ruined panties. Vi shudders, grabbing onto the back of Caitlyn’s neck and pulling her forward until their foreheads touch.
“You’re soaked,” Vi whispers, leaning in as if to kiss her. And as much as they both want to, they stop themselves before they do. “You want me to fill you with my cum? Would that make this needy cunt of yours happy? Is that why you’ve been so mean to me? You’ve just been pathetically horny this whole time?”
Oh, she’s so clearly trying to tilt the table, to turn the tide. She wants to steal all the control back, now that she knows that Caitlyn’s cunt is begging for it.
“You’re such an arsehole,” Caitlyn groans, but then Vi leans in again and she whimpers in anticipation of a kiss. Again, the kiss doesn’t come. Instead what comes is Vi pulling on her blouse, buttons coming undone all at once.
“Do you wear these clothes on purpose?” she asks. “Do you plan for these tits to distract me all meeting long?”
She palms her breasts, squeezing possessively. Oh, how long she’s been wanting to do this.
Through her black lacey bra, Caitlyn’s nipples perk up, demanding attention. Vi wastes no time at all. She leans down and takes one into her mouth, biting through the fabric.
“Oh, fu-uck…” Caitlyn moans, the hand on Vi’s cock gripping harder. The other one finding its way into Vi’s hair.
“You’re sensitive,” Vi notes. “Why is that, Caitlyn?”
“Sh-shut up,” she whines, pushing Vi’s face back into her chest, silently demanding more.
Vi bites on her nipple again, then the other. And each time Caitlyn writhes against her, letting Vi’s cock glide along the wetness between her thighs.
“I think I know why,” Vi says. “I think I know why you always argue with me most this time of the month.”
“I told you to shut up,” Caitlyn groans, but Vi just laughs. “You’re so fucking insufferable.”
“And you’re so fucking breedable,” Vi counters, then quickly spins them around, before pushing Caitlyn down—until her back is flat on the table.
Vi hooks two fingers onto her panties, then slides them down her long legs. She balls them up in her hand and shows them to her.
“Have these been wet since the start of the meeting?”
“Fuck off!”
Vi laughs again, flinging them onto the table. Then, she leans forward, hovering over her, cock in her hand.
“Don’t be so shy now,” she says. “Spread your legs for me.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes, but does just that—exposing her swollen, wet cunt to Vi. It pulses before her, dripping onto the table already. It’s nice and glistening, skin darker than the rest of her with perfectly trimmed blue hair.
It makes Vi hesitate just slightly, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of it. The way it clenches before her in overwhelmed anticipation. The way her cock twitches in its presence.
“You’re the one who’s seeming awfully shy now,” Caitlyn teases.
She gets shut up quite quickly when Vi responds by driving her cock into her—hard and merciless.
Caitlyn gasps, nails digging into Vi’s back through her shirt as she gets pounded. It’s marvelous, of course. It’s everything she’s been fantasizing about now for months. And, what’s more, it’s even better than she could have ever imagined.
She wraps her legs around the small of Vi’s back pushing her in even deeper, needing to be filled up to the absolute brim. Her walls stretch and pulse around Vi, welcoming her inside like it’s her new home. Like it’s been waiting for her.
Vi pants, looking down and seeing the way her dick disappears into that tight cunt over and over again. She puts her hand over Caitlyn’s belly and feels the bulge moving inside her.
“You’re so fucking small,” she says. “Wrapped around my—ahh—fucking cock like this. Shit, you have such a breedable little cunt.”
“Fuck, Vi,” Caitlyn groans. “Even the way you dirty talk is annoying.”
Vi smirks, wrapping a hand around Caitlyn’s throat and pinning her against the table. She uses this new leverage to pound her even harder.
“What?” she says. “You don’t like it when I point out the obvious? This fuckhole is begging to be bred.”
“F-fuck you!” Caitlyn spits back, but her hips are bucking up against Vi, meeting every single one of her thrusts.
“Don’t you—mmph—don’t you like how it feels, baby?” Vi asks. “My hand on your neck. My cock piercing through your tight walls. Doesn’t it make you wanna come so bad?”
“Hmph,” Caitlyn whimpers, but she can only deny it for so long. The truth is that she has never felt so good. So filled, so perfect. So, at last, she says, “Y-yes… ahh, it feels s-so fucking good.”
“Good girl,” Vi mockingly praises her. “Was that so hard?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up already,” Caitlyn groans. “Shut up and make me c—ahhh!”
Vi’s thumb presses against Caitlyn’s clit, rubbing on back and forth, then in small quick circles. All at once, she feels Caitlyn tighten around her.
“Such a good girl,” Vi says again, and this time Caitlyn doesn’t argue. This time Caitlyn only moans, her voice echoing, bouncing on the council room walls. “Such a good bunny.”
And, oh.
Caitlyn’s eyes widen, darken, fill with tears. All at once. She comes hard around Vi’s cock, walls clenching in a rolling orgasm that runs down her shaft. She moans louder than she ever has, but doesn’t even register it. Doesn’t even hear it. No, all she hears is Vi’s voice. All she hears is Good bunny, good bunny, good bunny.
Vi can’t help but come with her, the rhythmic pulsing of Caitlyn’s cunt completely doing her in. She collapses forward and on top of her, her body shaking and twitching as her hips drive her cock deeper with each shot of hot cum that she dumps into Caitlyn’s greedy pussy.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” she’s whimpering. “Oh, yes, t-take my cum. Please…”
Caitlyn grabs her face and presses their foreheads together, their breaths mixing in jagged pants.
“Say it again,” she says. “Call me that again.”
“What?” Vi asks, head still dizzy from the orgasm.
Caitlyn groans, annoyed. Always so annoyed with her. “Tell me I’m a good bunny.”
“Shit, Cait,” Vi says, struggling to catch her breath. She’s sweating now too, dripping onto Caitlyn’s face. “Y-you’re my bunny. My good, breedable little bunny.”
Caitlyn’s cunt squeezes hard once more, and both of them whimper at the feeling. They’re still in the aftershocks of it, still so sensitive, so electrified.
Eventually, Vi’s cock slips out. But she’s not done. No, she’s nowhere close to being done.
“C-can I taste you?” she asks. “Your cum and…fuck, and my cum. I can feel it d-dripping out of you already. Y-you’re just too small.”
“Wouldn’t w-want to leave a mess now, would we?” Caitlyn says.
“No,” Vi smiles. “We definitely wouldn’t.”
She reaches over and grabs the pair of panties she had previously discarded.
“Here,” she says, stuffing them into Caitlyn’s mouth. “Something to keep you quiet.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes, but bites down onto the fabric all the same. She tastes how wet they are, smells how strong her arousal has been ever since she walked into this room and saw her. Vi, all tousled pink hair and strong arms and charming smile, leaning back in her chair and waiting for the meeting to start. The light had come in just right, lighting up her every freckle, powder eyes twinkling—glinting with mischief. Eyes that followed Caitlyn as soon as she walked in. Eyes that glared, that rolled, that narrowed. Eyes that darkened and dilated. Eyes that stare down at her now, full of such insatiable hunger.
Vi drops to her knees. She starts at Caitlyn’s ankles, biting on the tiny buckle that’s keeping her black heel in place. She undoes it and slips it off, kissing her bare foot. Then, she switches to the other. It’s slower than what they’ve done thus far. It’s almost sweet.
Vi kisses up her soaked thigh and uses her tongue to lick up all the wetness that’s been left behind. The sweat, the arousal, the cum.
She takes one of Caitlyn’s legs and props it over her shoulder, the other naturally wrapping around Vi’s back and pulling her in close—guiding her straight to her cunt. Vi doesn’t mind. In fact, Vi prefers it. She wants to be shown how much she’s wanted. Needed, even. She wants to be shown how badly Caitlyn’s been suffering without her.
She licks all the way up her inner thigh to her center, before her face is buried deep in her wet cunt. Her nose presses against her still sensitive, swollen clit as her tongue moves through her folds. She moans as she does it, relishing in the taste of Caitlyn’s desperation. In the taste of their cum mixing together.
She swallows the proof of her own lust as it drips right out of Caitlyn’s pussy, then she pushes her tongue in for more. She closes her eyes, whimpering as she feels herself start to get aroused again.
She ghosts her fingers up and down her own cock, still too sensitive for anything more. But with Caitlyn’s hands pulling Vi closer by her hair, her hips jerking up to ride her tongue—fuck, it doesn’t take long until Vi is hard again. Until she’s jerking off her cock, so wet still from being deep inside of Caitlyn.
“You taste so good,” she says. “So fucking good, bunny.”
This makes Caitlyn throw her head back, eyes white and body tense. She moans around her own panties, drooling on them and ruining them even further. She’s about to come again, this time in Vi’s mouth. It makes them both so feral. They want it so fucking bad.
Vi licks up to her clit now, replacing her tongue with fingers. Two long, thick fingers that pump into her. That curl up to press against her g-spot. That coax that orgasm out thrust by frantic thrust.
Caitlyn shakes as she comes, the grip in Vi’s hair tightening until it hurts. And, fuck, it feels good how much it hurts. Vi wants more of it. Vi wants scratches and bites and bruises. Vi wants her frustration. All of that glorious frustration that’s been so pent up for months.
Pour it into me, she wants to tell her. Take your anger out on me. And I’ll take mine out on you.
Once Caitlyn’s orgasm has settled, Vi stands up, cock still in her hand—pumping it up and down, her balls slapping against her thighs.
Caitlyn sits up, lets the panties fall out of her mouth, and stares at Vi—eyes lidded and glassy. Blue hair tousled. Cheeks pink. Open blouse revealing a messy bra and a heaving chest.
Vi pulls up a chair in front of her, legs scraping the marble, then plops down. And still, she jerks her cock. Still, she stares at Caitlyn.
“Ride me,” she says.
“That’s awfully demanding,” Caitlyn replies, but scoots up closer to the edge of the table anyway.
“Ride me, bunny,” she says, and Caitlyn’s nostrils flare slightly—nearly imperceptible, but the arousal is there.
“Say please,” Caitlyn says.
Vi shakes her head. “No.”
“No?”
“Ride me,” she says again. Then much more sternly, more unforgiving, “Be a good bunny and ride my fucking cock.”
Caitlyn glares at her, anger and indignation bubbling up inside her. But it doesn’t stop her from sliding off the table and onto Vi’s lap. She moves her hips, gliding her pussy up and down Vi’s shaft, not yet letting it slip in.
Vi’s hands grip onto her thighs, her hips, her ass. She helps her rock back and forth on top of her.
“Mmph—fuck…” Vi moans.
She throws her head back, but Caitlyn pulls it forward again by her hair.
“Look at me,” she says.
“You’re the one who’s demanding,” Vi says. “You always—ahh—you always are. The way you—fuck—the way you make everyone do whatever you want. You’re so—mmph—so fucking spoiled.”
“You don’t spoil me, though, do you?” Caitlyn asks. “You make me work for every little thing.”
“Someone has to,” Vi says. “Every—hmph—every brat needs to be tamed.”
Caitlyn laughs. “Is that what you’re doing right now, darling? Taming me? While you sit here whimpering underneath me?”
Vi growls. “Just ride my fucking cock already.”
“Say please.”
“No.”
“Violet.”
“Fuck!” Vi takes in a shuddering breath, chest burning.
Her cock is already leaking precum all over her lap, shaft pulsing as Caitlyn’s cunt drips all over it. Oh, she’s being driven to her fucking limit.
And so, she finally whimpers out a, “Please.”
Caitlyn smirks.
“Please, bunny,” she sighs. “Please ride my cock and let me breed you.”
And Caitlyn does just that, reaching in between her legs to guide Vi’s cock inside her. She takes it in all at once, bottoming out and squeezing hard around her.
“Holy f-fuck,” Vi moans, arms wrapping around her. “That’s it. Bounce on it, baby. Bounce on it, my little bunny.”
Caitlyn moves up and down on her lap, fucking herself silly, ripping out moans and cries that will live inside Vi’s mind forever.
“S-so pretty,” Vi says, looking at her as a blush starts climbing up her chest and to her neck and jaw and face. “P-pretty—mmph—breedable bunny.”
She bucks her hips to match her rhythm, Caitlyn’s perfect tits bouncing in her face. She buries herself in them, breathing in the smell of sweat and skin and the flowery perfume that has been distracting her during every single meeting.
Caitlyn fucks herself harder, faster—panting with her forehead pressed against Vi’s again. With her arms around her neck, hands in her hair. Thighs trembling and sweat dripping down her back.
“You’re doing s-so fucking good, bunny,” Vi moans. “Letting me—ahh—stretch you out like this. That’s my girl. That’s my g-good bunny.”
“Fuck, Vi,” Caitlyn moans. “D-don’t stop… Don’t stop fucking talking.”
Vi doesn’t tease her. Doesn’t bring up the fact that only moments ago she was begging Vi to shut up. No, she just gives her everything she wants, exactly how she wants it.
“I’m so fucking close, bunny,” she says. “So f-fucking close to breeding this—ahh—this tight little cunt. Filling you up with—mmph—with hot cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby? That’s—fuck—that’s what you need?”
Caitlyn nods, too far gone now to try to deny it. “Y-yes,” she says. “I need… fuck, I need…”
“Say it for me, bunny,” Vi groans. “Say ‘please breed me’. Come on, baby. Ahh…be a good bunny and beg me for it…”
“Please,” Caitlyn says without hesitation. “Please, please breed me. Ohh, please, please… Breed my b-bunny cunt.”
“Fuck!” Vi moans, wrapping her arms tighter around her and fucking up into her with absolute abandon. Moving her up and down like a fleshlight, like a ragdoll, like the needy little bunny that she is.
“Y-yes…”
“You’re gonna take my f-fucking cum, baby,” Vi moans. “Every d-drop, bunny. Every fucking drop. That’s right—ahh, milk my cock. Milk my fucking cock, bunny. Yeah, just like that. Just like that…”
They’re animals. Absolute fiends. Feral creatures. They’re clawing at each other, sweating on each other, panting into each other’s mouths. They’re delirious, dizzy, and desperate. They’re so lost in each other that they don’t even think twice before kissing—hard and messy and frenzied. Tongues and teeth and whimpers. The taste of spit and cum and long-repressed lust.
“B-bunny,” Vi moans into Caitlyn’s mouth. “Please d-don’t stop. Please don’t—ahh—I need this… I need you… I… just b-breed yourself on me, bunny. Hmph…Please, j-just—mmph. Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Caitlyn swallows every word, every plea, every whimper. And she replies in turn—her own pathetic sounds, her own desperate begging.
“Y-yes, please,” she’s saying. “I need y-your cum, mmph—I’ve needed it s-so long… Fuck, yes,…V-Vi… Vi, Vi, Vi…”
“I’m here, baby,” she moans. “I’m right f-fucking here, bunny. I g-got you… You w-wanna come for me again?”
“Mhm,” Caitlyn whines. “S-so close… Just need…”
“Tell me,” Vi says. “Tell me, tell me, tell me… I’ll—ahh—I’ll give anything you f-fucking want, just please don’t stop—mmph—don’t stop bouncing on my cock, bunny. Please don’t s-stop…”
“Breed me,” Caitlyn says. “Fuck, please. I need y-your cum, I… Please, my love, breed me.”
My love, my love, my love…
“Shit,” Vi sighs, kissing her even deeper. “Yes, bunny,” she promises. “Yes, a-anything for you.”
She stands, then, arms still wrapped around her back. Caitlyn clings onto her, gravity driving Vi’s cock impossibly deeper. Vi, still kissing her, kicks the chair out of the way, then steps away from the table. She pushes Caitlyn up the nearest wall, pinning her there as she fucks into her.
And, at this point, all Caitlyn can truly do is take it.
“Let me—ahh—do this for you, Cait,” Vi says as she pounds into her, hands now gripping onto thick thighs. “Let me make your—mmph—t-tight bunny cunt feel so good. Please, l-let me give you all my fucking cum. J-just for you, baby. Mmph…Just f-for my precious bunny.”
Caitlyn nods, pussy squeezing hard around Vi’s cock, feeling that first tell-tale pulse. That shot of thick, sticky, hot cum inside her. She feels it coat her from the inside, triggering her own orgasm as she says, “Th-thank you… Thank you, thank y-you…Thank you, my love…my ahh!”
They come together. All at once. A moment of pure surrender. Of raw submission. Of absolute abandon. They come loud—moaning into each kiss. They collapse against each other, tense bodies snapping into trembling legs and bucking hips and shaking hands that hold each other close.
It’s messy too. It’s ropes upon ropes of cum that fill Caitlyn in her entirety, leaving her pussy nice and stretched—and then some. It’s dripping down Vi’s cock and onto her thighs. But still, Vi comes. She comes until she’s soaked them both. Until her knees give out. Until they’re clumsily falling onto the floor—Vi’s arm around Caitlyn’s back and a hand behind her head to break the fall.
Their hips buck in the aftershocks, Caitlyn clenching around Vi’s cock—as if needing to ensure she’s gotten every last drop out. Their pulses synchronize, and it’s like they’ve been merged into one being. Into a creature with two hearts and two souls and two minds that are full of nothing but the echo of their own words. Of good bunny and please and shut up and breed me. Of words that aren’t words at all, but incoherent sounds—moans and whines and so many pretty noises. So many dominant growls and submissive whimpers.
Vi shakes on top of her, Caitlyn still reeling from the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
“Come here,” she says, pulling her back in for another kiss. Always another kiss. Until the very end, another kiss.
When they finally break away, they do so panting. Sweating. Light-headed and dehydrated.
“Holy shit, Cupcake,” Vi says, and Caitlyn smiles at the endearment. Oh, how she’s missed it. “I think I died and then came back to life.”
This makes Caitlyn laugh. No—it makes Caitlyn giggle.
Vi’s heart flutters, and she smiles as she says. “You’re too goddamn cute.”
“Shut up,” Caitlyn says, but it’s unlike any other shut up she’s ever said before. It’s playful. It’s happy. It’s, please never shut up again.
They clean up diligently and quietly, making sure to leave no trace of what they’ve just done together. And then, Vi helps Caitlyn button up her blouse while Caitlyn rebuckles Vi’s belt.
There’s a shift in the air now. A lightness. A question that lingers between them, swaying back and forth and demanding to be asked.
Vi’s the one to take the leap. “Do you wanna grab something to eat?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” Caitlyn asks with a smirk and an eyebrow quirk.
And this is where Vi should tease her. Should challenge and aggravate her. This is where they fight, as they always fight. But, as Vi has just recently discovered, there are far better things they could be doing together instead.
“Yeah,” she says. “A date.”
Caitlyn smiles—beams, even.
“I would love to.”
And those four words say much more than they let on.
They say more than just I would love to date you.
They say…
I would love to know you like I did before.
I would love to love you openly—unashamed and unrepentant, freely and fiercely.
And absolutely selflessly.