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Caitlyn was lying on their bed with Vi’s cock in her mouth. Her favorite spot to be. She’d just been scrolling through her phone and warming Vi’s cock when she slowly felt Vi push deeper, trying to push into Caitlyn’s throat.
Caitlyn loved when she could feel the tip of Vi’s dick in her throat. Only being allowed to suck on the tip. It was so humiliating and hot, and it made her so wet she knew she was going to hell.
It had only happened a few times.
Caitlyn loved feeling small.
Out there, beyond those doors, she had to be powerful — composed, untouchable, the one everyone deferred to, the one who never let a crack show. It was exhausting, holding all of that together. But here, with Vi, she could finally let it go. Being small made her feel safe in a way nothing else did, and submitting never made her feel weak. There was a strength in surrender, in choosing to lay herself bare and trust Vi to hold all of it — and in that surrender she felt more powerful than command ever made her.
In the beginning, she'd had to explain it to Vi. How she wanted it, how hard, when, why. Caitlyn would lay it all out plainly, almost clinically, like she was handing over a map to a country Vi hadn't visited yet. And Vi listened. She memorized every word, because every word was Caitlyn trusting her with something she didn't hand to anyone else.
Back then Caitlyn needed the words — needed to know Vi understood the rules before she could let herself fall past them. The instructions were a kind of armor, a way to stay in control of the surrender just long enough to be sure Vi would catch her. But somewhere along the way, the words stopped being necessary. Vi learned the language of her: the catch in her breath, the way her fingers curled, the particular silence that meant more and the one that meant enough. Caitlyn stopped explaining, because she no longer had to.
By now Vi knew exactly what she needed, and it was so much more than the words had ever managed to say.
She needed to be unmade. She needed to be brought low, small enough to disappear, until there was nothing left to perform and no one left to be strong for. And Vi gave it to her — knew how to take her apart slowly, piece by careful piece, until the woman who ran rooms with a single look was reduced to something trembling and wide-eyed and wholly hers. Until Caitlyn wasn't powerful, wasn't composed, wasn't anything but small — and grateful for it.
It should have felt like losing herself. It didn't. Stripped of all of it, with Vi's hand at the back of her neck and nowhere left to hide, Caitlyn felt more complete than she ever did standing tall. That was the secret she'd never been able to explain to anyone before Vi: that being broken down like this didn't empty her out. It filled her. It made her whole.
And after — there was always the coming back.
Vi would gather her up before Caitlyn had even fully surfaced, pull that small, spent body against her chest and just hold her there while the world slowly returned. I've got you, she'd murmur into her hair. You're okay. You did so good.She never rushed this part. You didn't take someone that far down and then leave them to climb back alone.
It hadn't always come so easily to her. In the beginning, Vi had been terrified — not of Caitlyn, but of herself. Of the strength in her own hands, of how much trust was being placed in them. What if I hurt you, she'd admitted one night, the words rough and small in her throat. What if I can't tell the difference between what you want and what's too much?
That was when Caitlyn gave her the colors. Green for keep going. Yellow for slow down, check on me. Red for stop, all the way, right now. Simple — a language they could both hold onto when everything else got wordless and overwhelming.
It wasn't only for Caitlyn's safety, though it was that. It was for Vi too. It gave her permission to let go of the fear, because now she'd always know. Caitlyn would tell her. Caitlyn trusted her enough to tell her.
So now, with Caitlyn curled boneless and quiet against her, Vi pressed a kiss to her temple. "Color?"
"Green," Caitlyn breathed, already half-asleep, a small smile on her lips. "So green."
Vi reached down and drew the blanket up over them both, tucking it close around Caitlyn's shoulders. She found the water on the nightstand and coaxed her to take a few slow sips before setting it back, then gathered her in again, one hand tracing idle, grounding circles against her spine. She kept talking, low and easy — you're safe, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere — not because Caitlyn needed every word, but because the sound of her voice was its own kind of anchor.
Little by little, Caitlyn came all the way back. Her breathing settled. Her fingers, which had been curled tight into Vi's shirt, slowly loosened. And when she finally tipped her face up, there was nothing small in her eyes anymore — just something soft and certain and unbearably warm.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Vi kissed her forehead and held her through the night. "Always.
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Once Caitlyn had someone who cared for her, loved her, knew her — the sex got dirty. Really dirty, if she was lucky. And Caitlyn Kiramman was a lucky person, thank you very much.
Caitlyn was learning to ask for what she wanted, and honestly it was downright embarrassing the things she asked of Vi.
Things like telling Vi she wants to ask to be fucked, needs, to ask permission to be used. The only time Vi gave her what she wanted was usually when she begged for attention and draped herself over the bed or the couch asking for it, red-faced, embarrassed and desperate.
Caitlyn asked for things like Vi ignoring her when she was needy. Wait for Caitlyn to be on her knees, mouth empty, sometimes humping against Vi’s leg before Vi showed her any attention. Being ignored made Caitlyn so flustered and dirty, like she was asking for something she didn’t deserve, just waiting for permission. Caitlyn thought Vi looked the most handsome when she was ignoring Caitlyn. There was something so powerful about being so small under Vi, waiting for her to take Caitlyn.
And other, more embarrassing things, things like asking to suck Vi off.
A lot.
The first time Caitlyn had asked to blow Vi, she had stuttered so badly Vi didn’t understand what she was saying.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” Caitlyn nodded her head and took a deep breath.
“I want to suck your cock” There. She’d said it. Vi’s face flickered, stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide. Maybe Vi wasn’t a fan.
“Jesus christ- You’re perfect” Vi was still looking directly at her, pupils blown, taking her all in. Caitlyn felt violated in the best way. “I don’t want to hurt you. And you don’t have to—”
“Violet, we have our system, you ask me what color I am, and I tell you. And I have my safe word ” Vi was too nice sometimes. It was flattering and sweet.
But now wasn’t the time for sweet.
“’cupcake’, yeah, I know what it is”
“And you can put your hands on my head, I want to make you feel good, I need it. I think about your cock in my mouth a lot, and I’ve played with my cunt thinking about how it’d feel. I like when you treat me as less than sometimes, and talk about ”
“I’m shaking my head because you can’t be real, Caitlyn. I love you so much. I just don’t want you thinking I think any less of you. I respect the fuck out of you Caitlyn”
It was times like these Caitlyn reminded her of how she trusted Vi, how gentle she was. Not wanting to fuck Caitlyn in an undignified way. And in the beginning, she fucked her as if she were made of glass. Caitlyn pleaded to be taken harder.
“Violet, I’ve asked you to fuck me the way that you do because it makes me very wet and horny. You respect and love me and I respect and love you, I trust you. And now I need you to be slightly disrespectful to me in a respectful way. Can you manage that, baby?”
Vi’s smirk was back, Somehow Vi looked taller, “baby, you can barely take my fingers, how are you going to manage my cock in there. Now, ask me again. Tell me what you need”
“Can I suck your cock?” Pathetic and perfect. Caitlyn was on fire. “Please?”
“Fuck, of course you need it. Anytime you want, baby. I’m always hard for you. I can’t imagine what being inside that pretty mouth would feel like” Vi was pressing her fingers against Caitlyn’s lips. She let Vi slip two fingers in and took them deep, sucking hard.
“You’re so perfect, perfect for me. My cock is going to feel so fucking good in here”
She pushed her fingers in and out of Caitlyn’s mouth.
They’d done this before, once or twice, Caitlyn sucking desperately on Vi’s fingers. Caitlyn had hoped that Vi would get the hint that she wanted something bigger in her mouth, but Vi was completely hopeless. One night, with Vi’s fingers in her mouth she heard Vi mutter ‘I wish I had a dick’ under her breath.
Caitlyn moaned around them, her eyes starting to water as Vi pressed in as far as she could. Vi seemed in awe of how Caitlyn could take her fingers, how she wanted them in her mouth.
“Such a good girl for me. You’re going to look so good with my cock down your throat next. God, you’re such a slut. Greedy for me, so fucking needy”
Caitlyn had never sucked a strap before Vi’s. And she had talked a real big talk. Texting Vi things like, what if I came over to see you at work and you could fuck my throat in your car? Vi had fucked her long and hard that night, calling her a cocksucker, a fucking slut. Caitlyn came four times. Lesbian sex was crazy.
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Now, she was trying to take Vi’s cock all the way down her throat, choking herself. Taking her deeper each time until she could take a breath and relax her throat, her lips thrust against the harness. Caitlyn wanted to be able to take Vi so deep in her throat, wanted to know what that felt like.
Caitlyn had a real oral fixation, and her past lovers didn’t understand strap sucking, something that blew her mind. Who wouldn’t want a hot woman on her knees sucking your dick? Well Vi did, and she liked Caitlyn on her knees, mouth full, making needy sounds around Vi’s cock.
Today, Caitlyn was secretly working on training her throat to relax, so she could suckle Vi’s cock in her throat without Vi needing to thrust. Being on her knees looking up at Vi made her feel so good and useful.
Submissive.
The first time Caitlyn put Vi’s cock in her mouth she knew what subspace was. It was the kind of greed people read about in the Bible. But there was a degrading part of the act Caitlyn having to ask for it. It made her stomach flip and her pussy wet.
Caitlyn felt so selfish, feeling so full and docile. Taken care of. The first time Vi told her she wanted to fuck her throat Caitlyn saw God. Vi was holding her head down, telling her to keep her throat relaxed for her, just a little longer while she used Caitlyn. Caitlyn felt like Vi was going to cum down her throat. Caitlyn had never taken Vi this deep, it was the deepest she’d ever taken her without gagging.
Vi was thrusting in a dominant, arrogant way that was clear she had maybe never been more turned on by her slowly thrusting into Caitlyn’s throat.
It was hard for Caitlyn to keep Vi inside her throat. She felt Vi’s hand stroking her hair and tried not to think of the times she’d made herself cum from imagining daddy holding her head ‘just like that’ and pushing her dick deep in Caitlyn’s throat. She got wetter.
And the daddy thing, that was new and caught Caitlyn by surprise. It was just that Vi was so strong and took such good care of her, and would make a great husband. Historically, the word father, later daddy was described as the protector of the town who provided physical and emotional security. Caitlyn couldn’t think of a better word to describe Vi.
Caitlyn was brought back to the reality of Vi’s cock in her mouth. She was so wet, embarrassingly horny from the way she was being used. Vi was pushing Caitlyn’s head down, her fingers in Cait’s hair.
Vi was keeping her against her stomach, panting as her cock was completely down Caitlyn’s throat. Caitlyn made a strangled noise and Vi pushed in and out, and finally thrust up against Caitlyn’s face. Caitlyn swallowed around Vi’s dick, her face pink and eyes watering, cunt soaked.
Years ago, Caitlyn would pull away from Vi’s dick when Vi would push her head down, squirm away, looking up at her with an open mouth, afraid of asking to be used. Caitlyn used to be embarrassed to ask for something as simple as sucking Vi off. Mostly because it made Caitlyn the wettest.
Now Vi said things like ‘Stay still baby. Stay still. Let me fuck your throat’
Caitlyn would fantasize about Vi coming down her throat, on her tits. The first time Caitlyn asked Vi to cum down her throat, she swore Vi’s strap twitched.
After that, Vi would say embarrassing things like, ‘do you want my cum down your throat baby’ or ‘all you have to do is ask nicely, ask daddy for what you want’
But it didn’t happen overnight. It took Vi a while to get used to the idea of Caitlyn wanting to call her daddy during sex.
“You want to call me what now?’ Vi asked, perplexed.
“When we have sex, I like how strong you are and how you take me. How you take such good care of me, and it makes me want to call you daddy. This isn’t a Freudian thing Violet, the historical meaning of daddy –“
“Cupcake, slow down, I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. But you have a father, it feels weird.”
“He may be my father but you’re my daddy” Okay that didn’t land as well as Caitlyn hoped.
But in her autistic mind it made sense. Caitlyn meant it. The word made Caitlyn feel taken care of, and Vi took care of her. Vi was someone who made her feel so safe sharing her most embarrassing wants and needs. Someone that let her turn into the hottest pillow princess in Piltover when she lay on her back pathetically begging Vi to fuck her again and harder.
The first time it happened was when Vi pushed her cock into Caitlyn from behind. Daddy. It slipped out. How could Caitlyn not? Vi was so firm and in control of her body and where her cunt needed to be.
Three nights later, Caitlyn had her tits out in Vi’s lap, her back to Vi’s front. She was squirming as Vi pulled on her nipples, slapping them. She traced her fingers around Caitlyn’s lips, finally pushing into her waiting mouth. Vi heard it first, Caitlyn’s whimpering daddy through Vi’s fingers.
That’s when it finally clicked for Vi what it felt like to have a girl in her lap calling her daddy. Cait whined a please fuck me daddy into Vi’s ear. It worked because three minutes later, Caitlyn was on her stomach, legs spread. When it slipped out again, Caitlyn could feel Vi push her harder into the mattress and take deeper thrusts.
She kept asking Vi. “Please- Please, daddy” She fucked Caitlyn harder. Held her down. Kissing her back.
After Vi came and Caitlyn twice, Vi unhooked her bra playing with Caitlyn’s nipples. “You can take one more for daddy, can’t you baby, you’re being so good for me. Such a good girl”
Caitlyn could feel Vi’s eyes on her ass. She squirmed a bit, embarrassed at how wet she was. Vi kept slipping out. And then she’d so easily find Caitlyn’s hole. Or Caitlyn would show her, spread herself. Plead and embarrass herself for Violet.
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Caitlyn had, naturally, prepared a PowerPoint. In her head. With bullet points and a tasteful color scheme.
What actually came out of her mouth was: “I need you to spank me. Like — properly. Over your knee. Hard enough that I cry, ideally.”
Vi, who had been in the middle of brushing her teeth, choked.
“Sorry—” she got out around the toothbrush, “say that again, ’cause my brain just blue-screened—”
“You heard me.” Caitlyn’s whole face was doing the thing where it tried to become a stop sign. “And don’t make me say it twice, I already rehearsed it forty times and you ruined my opener.”
Vi spat, rinsed, took her sweet time about it, and when she turned around she was already wearing that look — the one that made Caitlyn’s knees file a formal complaint. “You want me to put you over my knee,” she said slowly, like she was tasting it, “and spank you till you cry.”
“It’s maintenance,” Caitlyn said, with the dignity of a woman whose underwear was already a lost cause. “My brain gets too loud. You turn it off. It’s very efficient, actually, there’s research—”
“Baby.” Vi crossed the room. Tipped Caitlyn’s chin up with one finger. “You don’t gotta sell it to me like a city council budget. The answer’s yes. The answer was yes before you finished the sentence.” A beat, lower: “Color check the whole way. Word still ‘cupcake’?”
“Word’s still cupcake,” Caitlyn breathed, and she was already gone, already soft, already aching with it.
“Then quit talking and get over my lap.”
And — God. The relief of being told. Caitlyn moved before her brain had even signed the paperwork, draped herself over Vi’s thighs, and the second that broad hand pressed flat and warm against the small of her back she made a sound she’d be pretending she didn’t make for the rest of her life.
“Color?”
“Green, green, so green, please—”
“So polite,” Vi murmured, delighted, and rubbed a slow palm over her ass like she was admiring it. “Look at you. Already squirming and I haven’t even— oh. Oh. Baby. You’re already wet, aren’t you. We talked about one thing and you soaked through.”
“Shut up—”
“Mm. No.” The first smack landed — bright, sharp, a crack that lit her up from the inside out, and Caitlyn’s whole body jerked and then went stupid with it. “There she is. That’s my needy girl. You’re gonna take these so pretty for me, aren’t you. Gonna lie there and be good and let me do whatever I want.”
“Yes — fuck, yes, please, I—”
Vi found a rhythm and Caitlyn lost her mind to it in pieces. It built and built, heat blooming and stacking, and somewhere in there she stopped being a person with a calendar and seventy unread emails and became — nothing. Beautifully nothing. Just skin and sting and the steady cruel-kind cadence of Vi’s hand and the absolutely humiliating fact that she was grinding down into Vi’s thigh without deciding to, chasing it, needy for it.
“You’re humping my leg,” Vi said, scandalized and thrilled. “Caitlyn Kiramman. The most composed woman in Piltover, falling apart over my knee like a — fuck, that’s hot, don’t stop.”
“’m not — I can’t — please, please, ’s too much, ’s not enough, I don’t—” She genuinely didn’t know which one she meant. Both. Neither. She heard herself sob it into the duvet and didn’t care. Her brain was quiet. Finally, blessedly quiet, scrubbed clean, nothing left in her skull but Vi, Vi, more, hers.
“I know, baby. I know. Color.”
“Green, don’t you dare stop, I will end you—”
“Threatening me with your ass in the air.” Vi sounded so fond it ached. “Okay, princess. Okay. I’ve got you.”
When she finally stopped, Caitlyn was a wrung-out, hiccuping, gloriously empty puddle, and Vi just gathered her right up off her lap and into her arms — flushed and floppy and grinning, actually grinning, dopey with it.
“Hi,” Vi said, kissing her damp temple. “Welcome back. You’re a menace.”
“You love me.”
“Obsessed with you. You did so good, baby. So good for me.” Blanket. Water. That low steady voice doing the slow work of putting her back together. “We’re getting you a glass of water and then I’m absolutely finishing what you started down there, because Christ.”
Caitlyn, boneless and aching and already a little smug about how loud the rest of the night was going to get, decided that was the single best sentence in the English language.
Maybe she needed it.
Yeah. She definitely needed it.
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After that, it became part of the architecture of her life.
Not a punishment — maintenance, the only word that ever fit. When her head got too loud and too full, when holding everything together wore her down to nothing, she’d go to Vi, and Vi would quiet the whole world down to skin and heat and one steady hand. It gave her somewhere to put it all down. It gave her structure. Certainty. Someone strong enough to take the weight and hand her back to herself when it was done.
She needed it the way she needed sleep, or food, or Vi. Especially Vi. It only ever worked because it was Vi.
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Now
They were taking their time, Vi let Caitlyn shut her brain off as long as she needed. Vi was being so good to her, so big, slowly thrusting in and out. Caitlyn was losing her mind, needing more.
It drove Caitlyn crazy when Vi asked if she could take more. Or when she manhandled her and took what she wanted, which was Caitlyn’s plan when she went all pliant with Vi’s cock in her mouth.
Caitlyn wondered how she’d be fucked after this blow job. She hoped hard and fast, demanding. She kissed the top of Vi’s dick before pulling herself up to lie on top of Vi.
“How am I going to get fucked tonight?”
“I’ll fuck you any way I want” was Vi’s response as she stroked her cock, eyeing Caitlyn’s wet cunt.
Caitlyn let out an embarrassing whimper when Vi entered her, agonizingly slow for the first time.
“Just like that baby, you’re so big, I don’t know if I can take you...”
“You need to be fucked more, don’t you, princess. You can take it. You’ll take it won’t you? You’re doing so good for me, so pliant under me, waiting for me to take what I want.” Vi was moving so slow, taking her cock out of Caitlyn and pushing it back in. Even just the tip of Vi’s cock made her feel so good.
Caitlyn looked down at Vi’s cock inside her, her pussy fluttering. “Hands and knees baby, I want to take you from behind”
Caitlyn was flipped over, face down and ass up, pliant and needy. Vi’s hand on her lower back keeping Cait in place as she pushed back into her. Caitlyn let out a humiliating sound.
“Please- Please. Stay inside me, don’t leave- I- I love you so much”
okay. Okay. Okay. She was desperate, alright.
Caitlyn didn’t care how needy she sounded. She needed Vi to use her hole, fill her up so good. The things Vi made Caitlyn feel were things she had never felt before. Sex had never felt this good or this intimate.
Vi pulled out and slapped her dick against Caitlyn’s ass.
All Caitlyn could think was, ‘Stay inside. Please’.
“You’re so wet.” Vi slid a finger through her folds. Caitlyn made a sweet submissive sound against the sheets, but kept her legs spread, a finger inside Caitlyn, who gasped “all from spending the last thirty minutes with my cock in your pretty mouth”
Caitlyn flushed red and tried responding when Vi firmly pushed two fingers inside. Eyes boring into Caitlyn’s.
“You don’t need to say anything baby, don’t be embarrassed about how pathetic you sounded sighing around my cock as you let me slowly push deeper into your mouth”
Caitlyn clenched around her fingers. Vi was looking down, watching her dick move in and out of Caitlyn. Her pace was driving Caitlyn wild. Slow, and big. Caitlyn loved how they felt inside her.
“Fuck when I pushed into your throat —” fingers all the way in Caitlyn, “baby- I felt you relax - and swallowed around my dick. I- such a good girl , keeping me in your throat like that. Pliant for me. Needy and desperate. Quiet and useful. All mine.”
Caitlyn was so lucky.