18+ | Afab!reader | Vi X Reader Ft Caitlyn

18+ | afab!reader | vi x reader ft caitlyn

cw: voyeurism

caitlyn knows she should look away and is highly aware of how wrong this is. of what she's doing.

but to look away is so hard.

because currently, vi's got you pressed up against the wall behind the bar. she's knelt between your thighs with them over her shoulders, and she's drawing the most beautiful noises out of you.

you're delirious with pleasure, eyes closed tightly as your back forms a rigid arch. the curve of your body pushes your hips further into vi's mouth, and she whimpers needily as her fingers create dimples in the plush of your thighs. she's grabbing onto you like you'd ever think of running, like she's scared you'd leave her without the sweet taste of you.

caitlyn hazily wonders if this what loves looks like; something so reverent that it makes you want to kneel. something so earthshattering that she thinks she'd never recover from baring witness to it.

she thinks, thighs clenched together as she throbs with arousal, as she watches you shake with a weak shout. watches as you start to convulse with the end in sight. vi's head moves eagerly under your skirt, debauchery hidden from view but making it so much more indecent. because caitlyn has to use her imagination, has to envision that vi looks like with her mouth full and wet of sweet cunt.

"vi," you whine, high, as you dig your nails into her shoulder. "vi, i'm gonna—"

one of vi's hands slips under your skirt, and your eyes roll back as your mouth falls open. vi hums softly, caitlyn seeing her shoulder shift with the movement of her hand and—

"fuck," caitlyn near whimpers, thighs squeezed together so tightly it's painful. she sees you lose it, hears you make a mess as what vi doesn't catch splatters on the floor. "fuck, fuck."

caitlyn rushes out of there before she's noticed, heading straight to the bar's bathroom.

when she comes out, satiated and embarrassed, you and vi are already seated back at the table with your friends. you're both smiling, a little ruffled, and caitlyn tries not to remember why.

"you good, caitlyn?" you ask innocently, smiling softening as you look at her. caitlyn struggles to meet your eyes, willing her cheeks not to turn pink.

it may give her away.

"i'm okay," she says, her smile strained. "just...got a little hot."