Archive of Our Own ^beta

"I'm going to head out to get food, do you want anything?"

"No, I'm alright love."

"Sounds good. I'll see you later then. Love you." You gently pecked her nose before walking out the front door. She smiled discreetly as the door creaks and closes behind you. After the noise concludes, she drew her focus back to the large folder in front of her. Inside of the folder were papers held together by a single paper clips. Each paper contained files of any remaining shimmer users trying to make a living off of whatever droplets of shimmer they could scrape up. Shimmer was an issue long ago, it didn't help that the uprising of Silco encouraged more of its use. Especially for illegal activity. The recent events with a near god being taken down had costed Piltover it's once safe exterior. It was harder to live off of what they had now that most of the city was in ruins. Remaining survivors, whether enforcer or normal civilian, all were put in a position to work together to try and rebuild everything. Caitlyn's job hadn't changed, now she just had to lead more due to her mother's passing. The last few months were incredibly rough after the loss. She was lucky you stayed by her side the whole time. 

Caitlyn shut the file with index and ring finger. She let out a deep sigh before placing it on the cushion beside her, rising from the couch to head toward your shared bedroom. Her heart fluttered each moment she thought of how you practically saved her from herself. Even when she lost her eye, you rushed to her aid and kissed her to tell her it was going to be okay. The two of you stayed together for a long while onward ever since. It was small and rare moments like this that she actually had time alone to process it all. Caitlyn stretched a bit, slowly stripping to her undergarments shortly after. She unconsciously laid on the fluffy mattress, her weight shifting the motion of the pillows. Your pillow was dangerously close to her face. She tiled her head to the right to feel your pillow mere inches away from her face.

Your scent lingered sharper the longer she kept her face close. The scent was driving her crazy. She could recognize it from when she'd come home and you'd rush to the entrance of the house just to greet her. Caitlyn would be exhausted after chasing around shimmer addicts all morning. A rugged groan would come out as a result of the impact of your arms wrapping themselves around her neck. You'd let out a small giggle at her staggering. Caitlyn would then lean in to kiss you. Her hours of yearning finally come to a close as you embrace her back with your lips. Except now you weren't here to kiss her. She laid alone in your shared mattress while staring at your pillow, engulfing your scent. It made her hunger once more. Caitlyn switched the pillows as if she was committing one of the top ten most horrendous crimes known to man. The memory of your touch combined with the surrounds of your fragrance made her slowly close her eyes. She began to focus mostly on your touch, as if you were really there. She began to feel it too.

Caitlyn trailed her own hands down her body while exhaling. She remembered how you'd get so excited to touch her when all was said and done. Your devilish grin made her ache with desire. The back of her bra unclipped without a moment's notice, much like how you touched her. "You're so gorgeous," she remembered you muttering, "I can't believe you're all mine." Your mouth would connect with hers in a sloppy make out session within seconds. The two of you would press your bodies together like animals, begging for any possible friction. Caitlyn would melt into your warmth as you trailed one hand toward her breast and around her waist. The hand occupied with her chest would pinch and twist her most sensitive spot. Caitlyn lets out a low moan at the memory as she recreates it with her right hand. Nothing could compare to the magical experience that was your touch, but she was damn well willing to try. She could practically hear you muttering naughty things in between messy heated kisses until you eventually gave up. You would kiss her down from her neck to her chest, leaving each section marked and planted with kisses. Caitlyn would look away for a moment only to feel the damp enclosure of your mouth close in on her sensitive bud.

Caitlyn would let out a quiet wince at your occasion, but playful, bites. Caitlyn pinched a bit harder with each flicker of your tongue that she could recall. Smaller and much rougher whines escaped her lips. She was begging to know what you'd think if you saw her like this. There were so many ways she could picture how you'd respond. A part of her wishes you could come home early just to touch her. Caitlyn used her unoccupied hand as a one way ticket to her undergarments. Caitlyn slithered her hands beneath the damp cloth between her legs, drawing near her core. How god she missed your eyes. She remembered how you'd sometimes leave her clothes on, but glide your hand into her pants and finish her off that way. The way you'd feel her soaking cunt and tease her by caressing her inner thighs. Your eyes would stay glued to her face. Caitlyn would be pleading with sweating beading down her face, cheeks warm with euphoria.

Once you gave in and put your fingers to use, she'd lose it. Caitlyn begun the rhythmic strokes she'd recall from your time together. Her clit was already wet from previous stimulation, rolling around her middle and ringer fingers with ease. Helpless moans came out as she placed pressure on herself. Caitlyn felt more lost in thought when she remembered how teasing you were with your mouth. You'd lower yourself toward her panties. She'd shiver at the feeling of your hot breath against her lower fabric. You grinned as you steadily curled your fingers around the hems of her underwear and pulled them away. Caitlyn was left vulnerable, begging to be touched as soon as possible. You'd lean in between her legs and greet her slit with your tongue.

Caitlyn let out a whimper in desperation. She felt as if your tongue caressed her drenched folds. Her head reeled back stiffly, imagining your hands wrapping around your thighs from underneath. She could hear all the praises you used when you knew she was most sensitive. "You taste wonderful," you'd heave as you connect each lick, "you look even better from this angle." Caitlyn bit down on her bottom lip harshly. Your tongue did wonders whilst you explored her bottom half. The skill that truly brought out Caitlyn's needy interior that she so miserably attempt to conceal. And while it may have hurt to keep it in, it didn't hurt to let it out as she would take a fist full of your hair without hesitation. As a substitute, she held onto the sides of your pillow as she pleased herself further. Her moans felt like a song only you knew the notes to. Her body was an instrument only your touch could master. Caitlyn knew what was coming once the hot climax pooled in her lower stomach. She flickered her eyes open to see her damp fingers.

With a bit of shame, she sat up for a moment, staring at her own juices on her fingers. She was yet from an orgasm, but so damn close each time she thought more about you. Though, it didn't feel the same. Caitlyn cocked her head back to glance at your pillow. Her tooth's grip on her lower lip never faltered. She reached over for it, hoisting it underneath her as she got on her knees. The pillow was squeezed between her legs. The corner of the already heated cushion aligned with her dripping core. Caitlyn shifted her weight to her hips as she began to rock herself on the pillow, holding herself with her knees. This time, she focused on a different memory of your intimate adventures.

The fantasy transitioned to her in a more dominant position. Caitlyn would be standing next to the bed, buckling a belt on with a bright blue dildo attached. Above the dildo was a small gem, a simply devious piece of hex-tech that was sure to be of good use. The length of the toy didn't seem overwhelming, but it was definitely not going to be easy to take in. You sat on the bed and stared with a snarky grin while watching her put it on. Caitlyn would finish strapping it on, only to glance down at you. Your smile was filled with malicious intent. It was turning her on. You felt along the material of the toy a bit, giggling at how such an item could even be produced with the amount of restrictions hex-tech is known to have. After a few more moments of realization, you opened your mouth and began to suck. Caitlyn was already beginning to feel herself losing it at the sight of you going down on a fake cock. She deep down wished that it was real, just so the adrenaline thriving between her legs would have an explanation. 

You couldn't help looking up at her as you sucked. Your tongue continuing the devious little tricks and dances that you always performed on her. Caitlyn was becoming a thrashing mess by the way your eyes caught her in a trap. Her cunt was twitched and sore with need as her motions on the pillow changed rhythms to match the feeling of your imaginary head. She closed her eyes once more. Caitlyn then pictured pushing you back on the bed and turning you on your side, eager to put it in. You would've snickered at her neediness, not having yet seen that side of her before. Caitlyn would gently caress the outer layers of your pussy. She gazed at each flinch you made every time she hovered briefly over your clit. You looked down to see if she needed help sliding it in, but without much of a warning, she does so with almost complete ease.

You'd moan sharply at the quick movement. Caitlyn rocked her hips aggressively to motions she wished she could do to you. Pounding you with her strap, watching you thrive off the energy given by the hex-tech. It made her almost lose control. Her hands would place on one side of your hip and the other on your upper thigh. She'd proceed to pull you close just as fast as she'd push you away. Her silicone cock in a constant motion would soon be covered in your white insides. Caitlyn, however, wouldn't want to stop. Neither would you. More howls of pleasure escaped you as you endured the rapid thrusts of her toy. You wouldn't be able to withstand her aggression for long, but it felt good for as long as it would last. "Commander!" You'd yell suddenly. Caitlyn would take a second to process your voice. Leisurely, her thrusts came to a halt as her half-lidded gaze would meet yours. 

"What'd you call me?" Caitlyn panted in her daydream.

You gulped in her fantasy, "C-Commander."

Caitlyn could no longer take it. She gripped the sheets as she uncontrollably humped the pillow. The thought of your barely able voice whining out for her struck all the right nerves. Caitlyn sucked air through her teeth as her body swayed indefinitely at max speed. There was no controlling her mind now. In any possibly position she could put you in, she imagined it. How pathetic you'd look in missionary, how sloppy you'd get in doggy style, even how dirty she was willing to get with you in reverse cowgirl. Caitlyn felt all ties with reality cut loose when thinking of what she'd say to you. "That's right, take my cock. I'm your commander, don't you forget it." She envisioned herself saying as you rode her strap. Her eyes tried to open, but they practically couldn't. Her pupils traced backward each knock she took into the cushion. Caitlyn didn't want to stop thinking of how you'd look as she rammed herself inside of you until you'd become a twitching mess. She refused to give out until she could visualize every aspect of you jolting through each stage of your climax.

Once the fictional version of you came in ten different scenarios in the fifty positions she was already imagining you in, her back arched. Caitlyn was finally pressured into the momentum orgasm she'd been waiting for. A long exhale draws from her lips as she clutched the sheets and squeezed her eyes shut one last time. Seconds passed before she could come down from her high. Caitlyn was still feeling fuzzy when she glanced down to recognize what she had done. Underneath was your squashed pillow, covered in her liquids. She let out an embarrassed wince, climbing off the bed to strip the pillow of it's sheet. The sheet was covered in her fluids and held the smell as well. Caitlyn held it with one hand as she tossed it into the washing machine, hoping to get rid of the evidence. She turned on the machine in advance so she wouldn't have to worry about you finding the stained cloth in the washing machine with nothing else. While in the laundry room, she dug into a clean basket for loose pajamas to cover up the heat that was well embedded all over her body. Caitlyn let out a scoff of relief after heading to the bathroom to wash her hands.

A familiar sound at the door crackles along the door knob. She knows she shouldn't be anxious, but still is. "My love, I'm home!" You cheerfully called out as you entered. In your hands were two plastic bags. Once was groceries and the other was the fast food you two occasionally get whenever neither of you feel like cooking. You knew Caitlyn was having a tough week and figured it would be a nice gesture. You glance at the bathroom door, watching her exit it. Her cheeks are very plush-red. You stood quiet for a moment, never truly seeing Caitlyn look so flushed.

"Are you sick? You're red all over," your eyebrows furrow, "I can make some soup if it's serious."

Caitlyn made her way over, gently slipping a hand into the hole of one of the bags you're carrying, "there's no need. I'm alright, it's just a little hot here." 

Your intuition told you otherwise, but you knew better then to give her a hard time about her health. Caitlyn already got it from coworkers and criminals on a daily basis. There was no way you were going to make her feel unsafe at home as well. You instead give a grateful smile as she lifted one of the bags from your arm. You glance down at her hand as she takes forth the bag. Something immediately caught your eye. Two of her fingers didn't look the same as the rest. Her middle and ring finger tips looked shriveled beyond repair. The rest of her hand was sweaty and calloused as usual. But those fingers in particular made your eyebrow raise. Caitlyn noticed your brief examination and quickly turned away toward the kitchen.

"We should eat, we don't want the food to go cold." Caitlyn chuckled nervously. You playfully roll your eyes as you follow. You know damn well what she was doing while you were gone. And you were a bit tempted to ask if she's okay with you joining.