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Vi Lane leaned back in her chair, twirling a pen between her fingers as she scanned the syllabus for her criminology class. Liberal arts requirements were a drag, but criminology had at least sounded vaguely interesting. Plus, the other students whispered that the professor was “ridiculously hot,” which was enough to catch her attention.

When the classroom door opened, all chatter ceased. Vi’s jaw tightened as a tall woman with sharp features and piercing blue eyes strode in. Dressed in a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, her presence commanded attention.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m Professor Kiramman,” she began, her voice smooth and authoritative. “I expect active participation and critical thinking in this course. If you’re here for an easy credit, I suggest you leave now.”

Vi chuckled under her breath, already enjoying the challenge.

As the class progressed, Vi found herself unusually focused—not on the material, but on Caitlyn. Her composed demeanor, the way her lips quirked in a wry smile when a student stumbled over a question, the subtle confidence in her every move. This woman wasn’t just attractive. She was devastatingly so. And, annoyingly, she was exactly Vi’s type.

After class, Vi approached Caitlyn’s desk, flashing her trademark grin.

“Hey, Professor. Great lecture. Thought I’d introduce myself—Vi Lane. Sports science major, criminology enthusiast.”

Caitlyn looked up, unimpressed. “Miss Lane, I hope you’re more invested in the subject than in trying to charm your way through the course.”

Vi smirked, unfazed. “Would it work if I were?”

Caitlyn arched an eyebrow. “Absolutely not.”

Vi leaned on the desk, lowering her voice. “Shame. But I do love a challenge.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched, as though fighting a smile. “Focus on your studies, Miss Lane. I’d hate to see you waste your potential.”

As Vi left, she couldn’t shake the thrill that ran through her. She’d never met anyone like Caitlyn Kiramman—someone who could meet her wit and push back with equal intensity.

For the first time in years, Vi wasn’t just looking for a casual fling. She wanted more. Even if it was the one thing she always swore she’d avoid.

The cafeteria buzzed with life as Vi made her way through the crowd, her hands stuffed into her hoodie pockets. She spotted her usual table near the back, where her friends were already gathered. Darius was hunched over his tray, demolishing what looked like his second helping of fries, while Ekko leaned close to Jinx, his arm draped casually over the back of her chair.

Jinx, as usual, was multitasking—fork in one hand, tablet in the other, her vivid blue hair tied back in two extremely long braids. She was muttering something about circuit boards, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

“Finally!” Darius boomed as Vi approached. “Thought you bailed on us.”

Vi dropped into a seat across from him, snagging a fry from his tray. “Had class. You know, being a model student and all.”

Ekko snorted, grinning. “Yeah, sure. How’s that criminology class going? Heard the professor’s pretty strict.”

Vi shrugged, her face neutral, but the slight twitch of her lips didn’t go unnoticed. “It’s fine. She’s… interesting.”

“Interesting?” Jinx perked up, finally looking away from her tablet. “That’s a code word for hot, isn’t it?”

Vi groaned, but Jinx’s grin only widened. Ekko chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, this is good. Is this the same professor everyone’s talking about? Tall, sharp, and intimidating?”

“Yup,” Jinx chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Totally Vi’s type. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vi muttered, stealing another fry. “She’s attractive, okay? But she’s also my professor, so let’s not make it weird.”

Darius smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You? Keeping it professional? That’s new.”

“Hey!” Vi protested, though the teasing didn’t bother her much. “I’ve got self-control. Besides, she’s not the kind of woman you mess around with.”

Jinx rolled her eyes, tapping her temple. “She’s already in your head, Vi. Face it. You’ve met your match.”

Vi shot her a playful glare but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. As much as her sister loved to tease, she wasn’t entirely wrong. Professor Caitlyn Kiramman was nothing like the women Vi usually pursued—and that only made her more intriguing.

Vi leaned back in her chair, tossing a fry into her mouth as Ekko glanced at her with a sly grin. “Wait a minute,” he said, pointing his fork at her. “This professor of yours… her surname wouldn’t happen to be Kiramman, would it?”

Vi raised an eyebrow, taken off guard. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

Ekko whistled low and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “The Kirammans. Filthy rich. One of the richest families in Piltover.”

Jinx’s eyes widened, her curiosity piqued. “Wait, that Kiramman? Like Cassandra Kiramman, the council member?”

“Exactly,” Ekko confirmed, smirking. “Her mom practically runs the city, and their family’s got more money than anyone knows what to do with. If your professor’s part of that family, good luck, Vi. She’s probably untouchable in more ways than one.”

Darius let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Damn, Lane. You don’t just aim high—you aim for the impossible.”

Vi tried to play it cool, though her mind raced. Sure, she’d noticed Caitlyn’s elegance and the quiet confidence that came with it, but that level of wealth and power? It made her seem even further out of reach.

“Doesn’t matter,” Vi said with a shrug, though her voice was a bit too casual. “Like I said, I’m keeping it professional.”

Jinx laughed, poking her sister’s arm. “Yeah, right. You keeping it professional? We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Ekko grinned. “Better tread carefully, Vi. You don’t want the Kirammans coming after you if things go to hell in a handbasket.”

Vi rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at her lips. She leaned back in her chair, flicking a fry at Jinx, who dodged it with a grin. “Look, even if I was interested, it’s not like anything could happen. She’s gotta be, what, in her 30s? I’m only 20. That’s a huge age gap.”

Ekko snorted, resting his chin in his hand. “What, afraid of a little maturity? Sounds like you’re making excuses, Lane.”

Jinx chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, poor Vi. Finally finds someone who’s not a brainless party hookup, and now it’s ‘too hard.’”

Vi shot her a glare. “It’s not just the age gap. She’s my professor. You know, boundaries? Professionalism?”

Darius barked out a laugh. “You, of all people, talking about boundaries? That’s rich.”

“Okay, fine,” Vi admitted, holding up her hands in mock surrender. “It’s not just the age thing. It’s… everything. She’s out of my league. Way out. She’s smart, put-together, and probably sees me as some dumb jock who can’t keep her mouth shut.”

Jinx shrugged, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Well, maybe you should prove her wrong for once. Who knows? She might even respect you for it.”

Vi snorted, shaking her head. “Yeah, sure. And pigs might fly.”

They were right about one thing—Professor Caitlyn Kiramman wasn’t just another pretty face. She was a challenge. And Vi never could resist one of those.
But deep down, she couldn’t stop thinking about the way Caitlyn carried herself—the confidence, the intelligence, and the undeniable magnetism. Vi Lane didn’t shy away from challenges, but this one? This felt different.

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The sunlight streamed through the blinds, hitting Vi square in the face. She groaned, rolling over to bury her head in the pillow, only to freeze as her arm brushed against someone else.

“Morning, sunshine,” a sultry voice purred beside her.

Vi cracked an eye open and found herself face-to-face with Sarah Fortune, her latest conquest. Sarah’s red hair spilled across the pillow, and her mischievous grin was as dazzling as ever.

“Uh, hey,” Vi mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Guess I crashed here last night.”

Sarah laughed, stretching lazily. “Crashed? Sure, let’s call it that.”

Vi smirked despite herself, propping herself up on one elbow. “Not bad, huh?”

Sarah arched an eyebrow, her grin widening. “Confident as ever, Lane. But you know the deal—I’m not looking for anything serious.”

“Good,” Vi replied, rolling out of bed. “Neither am I.” She grabbed her jeans from the floor, pulling them on.

As she buttoned her shirt, Sarah’s voice stopped her. “You’re always in such a rush to leave, Vi. One of these days, you’re gonna meet someone who makes you stick around.”

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Not likely. See you around, Sarah.”

But as she stepped out into the crisp morning air, her thoughts wandered to Caitlyn Kiramman. Sarah’s words lingered in her mind, unwelcome and unsettling. Someone who makes you stick around?

“Nope,” she muttered to herself, shoving her hands into her pockets. “Not happening.”

Yet, deep down, she wasn’t so sure.

Vi pushed the door open to her shared dorm, kicking off her boots as she stepped inside. The place was a chaotic mix of her laid-back style and Jinx’s eccentric genius. Vi’s side was cluttered with gym gear, jackets, and a well-worn punching bag in the corner, while Jinx’s half looked like a mad scientist’s lab—blueprints, gadgets, and half-built contraptions scattered everywhere.

Jinx was sprawled on her bed, tinkering with something that sparked faintly in her hands. She glanced up as Vi entered, a smirk spreading across her face. “Rough night?”

Vi tossed her jacket onto her bed, flopping down beside it. “Define rough.”

Jinx snorted, setting the device down and leaning back. “Let me guess—Sarah again? You know, one of these days you’re gonna run out of women willing to put up with your hit-and-run act.”

Vi rolled her eyes. “It’s not like that. We both know what it is.”

“Sure, sure.” Jinx grinned, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “But you’re not here to talk about Sarah. What’s really on your mind?”

Vi hesitated, staring at the ceiling. “Nothing.”

Jinx raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “You’re a terrible liar, Vi. Spill.”

After a long pause, Vi finally groaned, covering her face with a pillow. “Fine. It’s my professor. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Jinx’s eyes widened, and then she burst into laughter. “ Caitlyn Kiramman ? The same professor you said was totally off-limits?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vi muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow. “I don’t know what it is. She’s just… different.”

Jinx hopped off her bed, grabbing a bag of chips from her desk and tossing it onto Vi’s stomach. “Well, good luck with that, sis. Just try not to make a total fool of yourself.”

Vi sighed, sitting up and ripping open the bag. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Jinx grinned, plopping down beside her. “What are sisters for?”

Jinx shoved another chip into her mouth, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. “So, have you ever actually talked to Professor Kiramman? Like, outside of class?”

Vi hesitated, munching on a chip. “Uh… yeah, once. Kinda.”

Jinx sat up straighter, clearly intrigued. “Oh, this I gotta hear. What happened?”

Vi scratched the back of her neck, a sheepish grin forming. “It was nothing big. I was trying to be my usual charming self, you know? Threw in a little cocky comment about how criminology was basically common sense and asked her if she was impressed.”

“And?” Jinx prompted, leaning closer.

“She gave me this look,” Vi said, gesturing vaguely. “Like she could see right through me. Didn’t say a word about the cockiness, just asked if I’d actually done the reading for the week.”

Jinx burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “She owned you! Oh my god, Vi, you’re so predictable. Did you even do the reading?”

“Obviously not,” Vi admitted, rolling her eyes. “But I did after that. She has this… I don’t know, way of making you want to prove yourself.”

Jinx grinned, poking Vi’s shoulder. “Face it, sis, you’re obsessed. She’s living rent-free in your head, and it’s hilarious.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vi muttered, grabbing another handful of chips. “Keep laughing, genius. At least I’m not married to my gadgets.”

Jinx smirked, unfazed. “Hey, my gadgets don’t judge me. Unlike your professor.”

Vi couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head. “Whatever. I’m not letting her get to me. It’s just a dumb crush.”

But deep down, she wasn’t so sure. Caitlyn’s piercing gaze and no-nonsense attitude had a way of sticking with her—and that scared Vi more than she wanted to admit.

Vi’s sneakers slapped against the pavement as she jogged across campus, sweat dripping down her forehead. The gym session had run long, but she needed the release. A few extra sets on the weights, a long run on the treadmill—it was her way of shaking off the tension. Still, it left her running behind for Professor Kiramman’s criminology class.

She cursed under her breath as she checked her watch. Five minutes late. Of course, with her luck, she’d walk in just as the professor started calling attendance.

Vi pushed herself harder, weaving between students as they milled around the campus. Her heart pounded in her chest—not just from the exercise, but from the anticipation of facing Caitlyn again. The thought of walking into that classroom, her professor’s keen eyes locking onto her… it stirred something in her. Something more than just the usual flirtation.

By the time she reached the building, she was winded, but she didn’t slow down. She pushed through the doors with barely a moment’s hesitation, catching sight of Caitlyn standing near the front of the classroom, her back straight, a stack of papers in her hands.

Vi’s eyes lingered for a split second before she cleared her throat, walking to her seat at the back. Caitlyn’s gaze flicked over to her as she moved, and Vi was sure she saw the faintest hint of a smirk before Caitlyn’s face became neutral again.

“You’re late, Ms. Lane,” Caitlyn remarked, her voice as calm and sharp as ever.

Vi quickly dropped into her seat, trying to recover her breath. “Yeah, sorry about that. Got caught up in… training.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, setting the papers down on her desk. “Training? In the gym, I assume?”

Vi smirked, leaning back in her chair. “You could say that. Gotta stay in shape for the real world.”

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed slightly, but the edge of a smile played at the corner of her lips. “I’ll remind you, Ms. Lane, that we are in a classroom, not a boxing ring.”

Vi’s grin grew wider. “I can handle both, Professor. No problem.”

Caitlyn didn’t respond immediately, her sharp eyes holding Vi’s for a moment longer than necessary. Finally, she nodded. “Let’s hope so. Now, since you’ve missed the first part of the lecture, you can catch up during the break.”

Vi smirked to herself, but as Caitlyn turned back to the board, her heart raced, and it wasn’t just from the gym. Something about the way Caitlyn looked at her, the way she handled Vi’s cocky attitude—it made Vi want to test her limits. And she was starting to realize it wasn’t just for the thrill. It was something more.

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Vi sat with her friends at their usual table in the cafeteria, shoveling fries into her mouth while Jinx chattered excitedly about her latest project. Ekko was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, while Darius scrolled through his phone, occasionally offering a sarcastic remark.

The door to the cafeteria opened, and Vi’s gaze instinctively flicked toward it. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Caitlyn Kiramman walk in, her confident stride and piercing gaze cutting through the lunchtime crowd. She was dressed more casually today, but the professionalism still lingered in the way she held herself.

Vi’s attention sharpened as Caitlyn exchanged a few words with Jayce Talis, the young, tall man who had his arm slung around her shoulders in a casual, yet intimate way. Jayce laughed at something Caitlyn said, and then they hugged—long enough that it seemed more than just a friendly greeting.

Ekko, noticing the interaction, raised an eyebrow. He looked between the two of them before his eyes landed on Vi, who was watching them more closely than she probably should’ve.

“Damn,” Ekko muttered under his breath. “It looks like Mr. Talis is Ms. Kiramman’s… boyfriend, right? Or maybe her husband?”

Vi barely heard him, her eyes still locked on her professor and Jayce Talis, the golden boy with his dim-witted smile, Vi thought.Boyfriend? Husband? The thought hit her like a punch to the gut. She quickly shook her head, trying to focus on the conversation at hand.

Why does it bother her that her strict and uptight professor might be married

Jinx, noticing Vi’s distant look, waved her hand in front of her face. “Hello? Vi? You in there?”

Vi blinked, snapping out of her trance. “What?”

“Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.” Jinx’s voice was teasing but sharp.

Vi took a deep breath, pretending to be nonchalant. “Yeah, just… caught up in my own head. No big deal.” She gave Ekko a pointed look, trying to redirect attention. “What did you say about my professor and the golden boy?”

Ekko shrugged, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “I was just saying, the way they were talking and hugging—could be more than just colleagues, right?” He leaned back in his chair, raising his hands defensively. “Just an observation, don’t shoot the messenger.”

Vi felt a strange lump in her throat but pushed the feeling down. “Yeah, whatever. It’s not like I care.” She forced a grin, but even to herself, it sounded hollow.

The group continued their lunch, but Vi’s mind kept drifting back to Caitlyn and Jayce, and the warmth of their hug that made something inside Vi twist uncomfortably.

Jinx bounced in her seat, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “So, Vi, are you coming to the club tonight? We’ve been wanting to party for like… decades!” Her voice was playful, but there was an edge of anticipation in her tone, knowing full well that Vi could never resist a good night out.

Vi looked at Jinx, then glanced at Ekko and Darius, who both wore knowing smirks. She rolled her eyes, but the grin tugging at her lips was undeniable. “Yeah, I guess I can make it. I’ve got some steam to blow off after today.”

Jinx’s face lit up. “Yes! Finally, we’re all going out. I’m getting drinks, and you’re buying the first round, Vi.”

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine, fine, I’ll get the first round. But you’re all responsible for getting me home when I inevitably forget where I live.”

Darius, who’d been silent up until then, finally spoke, his smirk growing as he leaned back in his chair. “I give it ten minutes after we get there. She’ll be making out with whoever girl buys her the next drink.”

Vi shot him a look, her eyebrow raising in challenge. “You think so, Darius? You underestimate me. I’m much more discreet than that.”

“Sure you are.” Darius raised an eyebrow, the hint of a laugh in his voice. “Let’s see how long you can hold out. I’ve seen you do it a thousand times.”

Vi shrugged, trying to keep up her tough persona, but inside, she felt a strange flutter. She wasn’t sure if it was the idea of a wild night or the thought of Caitlyn’s lingering presence in her mind, but there was something different about tonight. She didn’t let the others see it, though.

Ekko leaned forward, throwing a playful glance in Vi’s direction. “Just don’t break any hearts out there tonight, alright? Some of us still need to get into the club without having to explain to security why you’re making out with every girl who looks your way.”

Vi snorted, throwing her napkin at him. “I’m not that bad.”

Jinx snickered, tossing a fry at her sister’s head. “Yeah, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Darius leaned in with a smirk, casually tossing a glance at Vi. “Hey, just so you know, Draven will be coming with us tonight. Is that cool?”

Vi’s eyes narrowed slightly, her fork pausing mid-air as her mind processed the name. “Draven?” she asked, almost too casually.

Darius raised an eyebrow, as if it was no big deal. “Yeah, you know. My brother. He’s been asking about hitting the club tonight, so I told him he could join. You good with that?”

Vi exhaled slowly, the idea of his brother being around throwing off her vibe for a moment. Draven was too much like her—same swagger, same confidence, the same cocky grin that made every girl turn her head. And it wasn’t just the looks that made them alike. It was the way they could both read a room and manipulate a situation to get exactly what they wanted.

“Yeah, whatever,” Vi said, shrugging it off as best as she could. “I’m fine with it. I just hope he doesn’t try to outshine me like usual.”

Darius chuckled, clearly amused by the way Vi and Draven always seemed to be in competition, even when it was unspoken. “Outshine you? That’s cute. You’re both a hot mess, but no one does it better than you.”

Ekko, sitting across from them, let out a snicker. “I can already see the chaos tonight. Draven’s gonna make it interesting, huh?”

Jinx, with her mischievous grin, chimed in. “Yeah, I can already picture the two of them. It’s like a battle of who can be the most charming, and whoever wins gets the girl, right sis?”

Vi smirked, leaning back in her seat. “Something like that. But trust me, Draven’s got nothing on me. I’m the original.”

At that, Darius shook his head, trying to stifle a laugh. “Sure, Vi. Keep telling yourself that.”

Vi couldn’t help but feel a little competitive heat rise within her, though. She and Draven were like two sides of the same coin—at least in the eyes of their friends. Tonight was going to be interesting, to say the least.

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Later that night, the club pulsed with music, the bass vibrating through the floor and into Vi’s bones. The air was thick with energy—people dancing, laughing, the faint smell of sweat and alcohol hanging in the air. Vi could already feel the familiar pull of the party, the need to get lost in the crowd, to let go. She was ready for the night to unfold, and with Draven joining, things were about to get a lot more interesting.

Vi and her friends had found a spot near the bar, drinks in hand, already starting to let the rhythm of the night sink into their bodies. Draven was standing nearby, clearly soaking in the scene as he casually leaned against the bar, flashing that familiar cocky grin Vi had seen countless times in the mirror.

Vi rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Draven had that effect on people—he didn’t need to try too hard, but somehow he always managed to steal the spotlight. They weren’t siblings, but the resemblance was uncanny. Same cocky swagger, same devil-may-care attitude, same sharp eyes that could pick out a target in a crowded room and make them feel like the only person in it. It wasn’t just their looks that made them alike—it was how they moved through the world with this effortless confidence that made them both magnetic and a little dangerous.

As she took another sip of her drink, Vi’s eyes flicked to Draven again. He was already surrounded by a group of girls, laughing and talking as if they were the best of friends. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk.

“See? I told you,” she muttered to Ekko, who was standing beside her with a raised eyebrow, watching the scene unfold. “I’m not the only one who knows how to work a room.”

Ekko just shook his head. “Man, you two are a dangerous combo.” He chuckled, glancing between the two of them. “Can’t wait to see how the night plays out with you two around.”

Vi shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes scanning the crowd as the music thumped around her. “It’s all part of the fun. But tonight? I’m not letting anyone steal the show.” She winked, a playful challenge in her tone.

The night stretched on, and Vi found herself slipping into her usual rhythm—teasing, flirting, keeping people on their toes, just like Draven. But there was something different in the air tonight. She couldn’t quite place it. Whether it was the way the crowd seemed to part for her and Draven, or the fact that Caitlyn Kiramman had crossed her mind more than once that evening, Vi couldn’t help but feel a subtle shift in the energy.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered how Caitlyn would react if she saw her tonight. Would she look at Vi the same way as she did in class? Would there be that same fire in her eyes? Or would Caitlyn see her as just another party girl, like the rest?

As Draven caught her eye from across the bar, flashing a devil-may-care grin, Vi’s attention shifted back to him. Tonight wasn’t about comparisons or who could steal the spotlight. It was about enjoying the chaos of it all, and for once, Vi was ready to see what would happen if she let herself truly get lost in it.

Vi leaned against the bar, her elbow propped up as she surveyed the bustling club with a practiced eye. The pulsing lights and heavy beats of the music filled the air, but her focus was sharp, scanning the crowd for someone—anyone—who caught her interest. Her lips curled into a confident smirk as she watched the dance floor, the mix of bodies moving in sync to the rhythm. She was in her element, as always.

A familiar sense of anticipation buzzed in the back of her mind. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she knew the moment it clicked. Another conquest, another night. That’s how she liked it.

But then, amidst the noise of the club, a voice reached her ears.

It was a voice she’d heard only a handful of times but had stuck with her since the moment she first heard it. That posh Piltover accent.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t Violet Lane in all her glory.” The voice was smooth, almost mockingly polite, but there was something about it that made Vi’s pulse quicken.

She turned slowly, already recognizing who it was without needing to see the face—Caitlyn Kiramman, standing just a few feet away.

Her blue eyes glinted in the flashing club lights, sharp and assessing as she met Vi’s gaze. There was something different in the way Caitlyn looked at her tonight, though. Something that wasn’t entirely professional, but more… intrigued.

Vi straightened up, her smirk widening as she took in Caitlyn’s casual yet elegant outfit. She was dressed for the night, her usual sophisticated demeanor softened but not lost. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. Professor Kiramman, I didn’t know you were into places like this. And by the way, Vi is fine.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a faint, amused smile, her gaze scanning the club briefly before landing back on Vi. “I could say the same about you. I thought you’d be too busy for a place like this, considering… well, your reputation, Vi.” There was a subtle challenge in her words, but her tone remained calm, collected.

Vi chuckled, leaning in slightly, her hand still resting on the bar. “I’m full of surprises,” she replied, her voice low and teasing. She could feel the shift in the air, the tension between them thickening, but she couldn’t tell if it was just the usual flirtation or something more.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smile that could be mistaken for a challenge. “Aren’t you?” She stepped a little closer, her scent, something fresh and crisp, mixing with the alcohol in the air. Vi could feel the heat between them rising, the usual game of cat and mouse about to take an unexpected turn.

Vi’s eyes darkened as she took a step forward, intrigued by the shift in Caitlyn’s demeanor. “You’re not exactly the type to hang around here, Professor Kiramman. What brings you out tonight? Need to unwind from all that Piltover stress?”

Caitlyn tilted her head slightly, considering her response. “Maybe I just wanted to see what kind of trouble you’re causing tonight, Lane.” Her voice was low, purposeful, and it carried a hidden meaning.

Vi grinned, her heart pounding in her chest. She had expected a game, but this felt like something else entirely. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

“Well, you’re in luck,” Vi said, her tone playful but edged with something more. “Trouble is exactly what I’m good at. Are you here to join me, Professor, or just to observe?”

Caitlyn’s smile widened, her eyes never leaving Vi’s. “I’m here for whatever comes next, Lane. Just don’t be disappointed if you don’t get what you’re expecting.”

Vi felt a strange flutter in her chest, her usual confidence shaken in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Caitlyn was no longer just a professor—she was a mystery, and for the first time in a long time, Vi wasn’t sure whether she was the one in control.

Vi took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain her usual cocky confidence. She leaned back against the bar, flashing Caitlyn a teasing smirk. “So, are you here with your boyfriend Mr. Talis, Professor?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, her voice playful. “Or is this your secret night out from all the Piltover drama?”

Caitlyn blinked, a surprised expression flickering across her face. Then, to Vi’s amusement, she let out a soft, almost amused laugh, shaking her head. “Jayce? My Boyfriend?” she echoed, a small chuckle escaping her lips. “That's sweet to assume we're a couple but considering we grew up together and he's practically my brother, no we're not together. And I don't have a boyfriend nor girlfriend.” Pronouncing the last word syllable by syllable.

Vi’s brow furrowed for a moment, caught off guard by Caitlyn’s response. She hadn’t expected Caitlyn to be this direct with her. Before she could reply, Caitlyn’s smile widened, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Vi,” Caitlyn said, her voice laced with amusement, “I’m a lesbian.”

Vi blinked, momentarily stunned. The playful smirk slipped from her face as her mind processed the revelation. For a split second, she just stared at Caitlyn, as if trying to figure out whether she was joking.

Caitlyn noticed her expression and let out another laugh, shaking her head. “You really thought I was here with my boyfriend? Cute, but no. I prefer women, Vi.” She leaned in just slightly, her voice soft but confident. “And for the record, no, I’m not here with anyone tonight.”

Vi stood there, the teasing edge to her demeanor faltering for just a second as she processed Caitlyn’s words. It took her a moment to regain her usual self-assured attitude, but when she did, her lips curled into that familiar mischievous grin.

“Well, now that’s a twist,” Vi said, her voice dripping with playful curiosity. “Guess I’ll just have to make sure I don’t disappoint you, then.”

Caitlyn’s eyes flickered with something more, something deeper than amusement. “You might be in over your head, Lane,” she said, her voice lower, but still light with that teasing tone. “But I’ll enjoy watching you try.”

Vi couldn’t help but feel that familiar rush of adrenaline at Caitlyn’s challenge. This night, it seemed, was far from over.

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Vi stood there, her mind momentarily blank as Caitlyn’s words hung in the air. “But I’ll enjoy watching you try.” The usual confidence she carried when flirting had vanished, replaced by an unfamiliar nervousness. She tried to salvage the moment, but her usual smooth lines felt suddenly awkward.

“So… uh…” Vi stammered, her usual cocky charm failing her as she fumbled for words. “You’re, uh, looking pretty… great tonight. You know… for someone who’s, uh, 30.” She winced as soon as the words left her mouth. That wasn’t quite what she had intended. The rush of being caught off guard was messing with her usual smooth approach.

"Why am I so akward", Vi thought to herself. "Dammit."

Caitlyn, on the other hand, found the slip-up amusing. She raised an eyebrow and took a slow sip of her drink, her lips curling into an amused smile. “I’m 33. And what about you, Vi? You must be what—22?”

Vi, still trying to find her bearings, could only blink in disbelief, caught off guard by Caitlyn’s cool yet playful demeanor.

“Uh… no, I’m 20,” Vi muttered, feeling more and more like an amateur as Caitlyn’s teasing gaze bore into her.

Caitlyn let out a soft laugh, setting her drink down on the bar with deliberate slowness. “Oh, Vi, it’s cute that you try,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “But there’s more to flirting than just talking at someone, you know? You have to make it… classy.”

Vi blinked, now fully aware that Caitlyn wasn’t just playing along—she was teaching. She watched as Caitlyn leaned in, her posture smooth and assured, exuding an elegance Vi had always admired but rarely seen in anyone else.

With a sly smile, Caitlyn placed a hand on the bar, just a fraction of an inch closer to Vi, but enough to send a spark through her. “Let me show you,” Caitlyn continued, her voice soft and confident, “how to really flirt with a woman who knows what she wants.”

Vi, too stunned to respond, just watched as Caitlyn’s fingers brushed lightly against her wrist, sending a rush of warmth through her. It was a touch so subtle, yet it carried a weight of intent behind it. Vi could feel her breath catch in her throat as Caitlyn guided her hand slowly, deliberately.

“You see, Vi,” Caitlyn whispered, “you don’t need to rush. You don’t need to say too much. It’s about the way you hold someone’s gaze. The way you show interest without giving it all away. And most importantly, it’s about showing them that you want them—but that you’re not desperate.”

Vi’s heart raced as Caitlyn’s words sank in, her usual bravado suddenly feeling like a distant memory. Caitlyn’s touch lingered, her confidence radiating in a way that left Vi almost speechless. For the first time, Vi felt like she wasn’t the one in control of the moment. And she is more suprised at the fact that she actually likes it.

Caitlyn’s eyes locked onto hers, holding her there. “See? It’s about making it feel like an invitation,” Caitlyn murmured, her lips just inches from Vi’s ear now. “Not a demand. You show them that you’re intrigued, and they’ll want to come closer.”

Vi swallowed hard, her mouth dry, but the confidence Caitlyn exuded was undeniable. It was a new kind of game, and one Vi wasn’t sure she knew how to play—yet.

When Caitlyn finally pulled back, she gave Vi a look, a challenge that left her breathless. “Now, your turn. Show me what you’ve got.”

Vi blinked, still trying to process everything, her pulse hammering in her chest. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and suddenly, the stakes were higher than she’d ever imagined. She took a steadying breath, trying to summon some of her old charm, though Caitlyn had just raised the bar in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“Alright then,” Vi said, her voice low and determined. She met Caitlyn’s gaze, finally starting to feel the shift in the air, her nerves slowly starting to fade. “You’re right. Let’s see if I can keep up.”

The night had stretched on, leaving behind a mix of laughter, quiet conversation, and a palpable tension neither Caitlyn nor Vi could ignore. The club was slowly emptying, the bass of the music fading into nothingness as people began to filter out into the streets.

Caitlyn had spent the evening teaching Vi the subtleties of flirting with class—how to be subtle, how to give and take without giving too much away. Vi, normally brash and self-assured, had seemed surprisingly vulnerable in those moments, taking in every lesson Caitlyn offered with a mix of amusement and curiosity. It had been… interesting. In fact, it had been a little more than interesting. Caitlyn couldn’t deny that there was something magnetic about Vi, something wild and free that tugged at something in her. Even if this feeling was forbidden for her.

Now, outside in the cool night air, Caitlyn turned to Vi, her voice softer than usual. “I’ll walk you back to your dorm. It’s late, and I don’t think you should be walking alone.”

Vi was quiet for a moment, the hint of surprise on her face at the offer. But then, she shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a subtle warmth to her expression. “Sure. Thanks, Professor.”

Caitlyn smiled, falling into step beside her. The night was quieter now, just the two of them walking side by side, the city of Piltover bustling in the distance. The air between them was thick with something unspoken. Vi could feel it, and so could Caitlyn. There was an undeniable pull—a tension that neither of them could quite put into words.

As they neared Vi’s dorm, Caitlyn’s gaze lingered on her, the two of them walking a little closer than necessary. Vi didn’t pull away. Neither of them did. They reached the entrance, but neither made any immediate move to part ways.

Instead, they both found themselves staring at each other. Vi, for once, didn’t have anything to say. She felt her breath catch as Caitlyn looked at her with those sharp, cool eyes—eyes that seemed to see straight through her, even as Vi’s heart raced.

They didn’t speak. They just stood there, in that quiet space, caught in the moment. Vi’s pulse raced, her body leaning in slightly, drawn toward Caitlyn’s warmth. She felt her heart pound harder, felt a magnetic pull that she couldn’t deny. She saw the same flicker in Caitlyn’s eyes, a subtle vulnerability hidden beneath that confident exterior.

Without thinking, Vi took a step closer, her breath mingling with Caitlyn’s. Their faces were inches apart, and for a heartbeat, everything felt suspended in time.

And then Caitlyn pulled away, her lips parting as she took a breath.

“This was a mistake,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with something almost regretful. She stepped back from Vi, creating a small but noticeable distance between them.

Vi blinked, stunned, the weight of Caitlyn’s words hitting her harder than she expected. She stood frozen, trying to make sense of the sudden distance between them. The warmth, the connection—they had both felt it, but now Caitlyn was pulling back, retreating as if something had shifted, something that made it all wrong.

“I… I don’t think this was a mistake,” Vi finally managed to say, her voice low, almost pleading, but Caitlyn was already turning away.

Without another word, Caitlyn walked off, her steps steady and purposeful, disappearing into the quiet of the night. Vi watched her go, her chest tight, her mind racing. For a moment, she was unsure of everything—unsure of what had just happened, of what it all meant.

The night had started with the usual flirtation, the usual bravado. But it had ended in something much more complex. And now, as Vi stood there outside her dorm, the weight of the night’s events hung heavily on her shoulders. What had just happened? And why did it feel so… wrong to let it end this way?

Vi stood in the quiet, alone with her thoughts, trying to figure out what this all meant. One thing was clear, though—this was far from over.

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The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the dorm room. Jinx stumbled in, still wearing the remnants of the previous night’s party—her clothes slightly askew and her steps unsteady. She had clearly had a few too many drinks, her hair messy from hours of dancing and drinking.

As she shuffled through the door, her eyes immediately found Vi, who was sprawled across her bed, looking deceptively peaceful in her sleep. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest was the only sign that she was still alive, but there was something about her posture—something off. Jinx squinted, trying to focus her blurry vision.

“Oi, Vi!” Jinx slurred, stumbling toward the bed with a grin plastered across her face. “You finally get some sleep after your little conquest last night?”

Vi didn’t move. She kept her eyes shut, her breathing steady, pretending to be deep in sleep. She knew Jinx well enough to know that her sister was likely oblivious to the things going on in her head—especially the things she didn’t want to share.

Jinx giggled to herself, clearly not catching on to the tension in the room. “You didn’t get anyone, did you? Not your usual charm working, huh?” She sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning over and poking Vi’s shoulder. “Or maybe you were too busy to notice ’cause you were too busy thinking about someone else.”

Vi’s pulse quickened at the words, the stab of pain too fresh for her to ignore. The night with Caitlyn had felt like a spark—something explosive, something unexpected. But Caitlyn had walked away, leaving Vi with an empty feeling she couldn’t quite place. She had tried to convince herself that it didn’t matter, that it was just another night, but deep down, she knew she was hurt.

Vi kept her eyes closed, her lips pressed together in a tight line, trying to keep any trace of emotion from slipping through. She couldn’t let Jinx see it—not now, not after everything. Jinx had a way of reading her, of getting under her skin when she least expected it, and Vi wasn’t about to let her see how much Caitlyn’s rejection had gotten to her.

“I’m fine, Powder,” Vi muttered, her voice low, feigning indifference. “I just didn’t find anyone interesting last night.” She hoped the casual tone would be enough to convince her sister, but the truth was that nothing felt right. Caitlyn had left, and that feeling of longing and confusion still lingered in Vi’s chest.

Jinx tilted her head, watching Vi carefully. For a moment, she seemed to sense that something was off, but in her drunken haze, she quickly shrugged it off with a careless chuckle. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, sis. You’ll find someone next time. I mean, you’re always on the prowl, right?”

Vi kept her eyes shut, forcing a tired smile. “Yeah, sure, I’m always on the prowl.”

Jinx, satisfied with the answer, flopped onto the bed beside her sister, letting out a long yawn. “Well, I’m sure someone will catch your attention soon. Just don’t spend too much time chasing people who don’t deserve it,” she added sleepily.

Vi’s heart sank, but she didn’t let it show. She had no intention of letting Jinx see her falter. “I’ll be fine,” she muttered again, pretending that everything was as normal as it had always been.

Vi had been seething with frustration for weeks. Every time she saw Caitlyn, it was as if nothing had ever happened between them—the near kiss at the club, the pull of desire, the tension that had nearly broken them both. But Caitlyn had acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, like it was just another day, and that irritated Vi more than she wanted to admit. Making Vi even think, that Caitlyn is activly avoiding her, dodging every attempt to talk with Vi outside of the criminology lesson.

Trying to push the thoughts of Caitlyn from her mind, Vi had slept with Fiora Laurent—a distraction, a way to bury the ache inside her. It worked, for a while. Fiora was an excellent conquest, but the emptiness had returned as soon as she left. And now, Vi found herself skipping Caitlyn’s lecture—again. She couldn’t stand the thought of facing her, of dealing with the unresolved mess that lingered between them. So, instead, she stormed off to an empty classroom, hoping to drown out her frustration and find Caitlyn to finally call her out.

As soon as she pushed open the door, the sight of her professor caught her off guard. Caitlyn was sitting at a desk, correcting papers, her posture immaculate, her focus unwavering. It was as if nothing had changed. Vi’s chest tightened with frustration. How could Caitlyn act so calm, so unaffected? It made her feel small, exposed.

Caitlyn’s gaze flickered up as Vi entered, the coldness in her expression not lost on the younger woman. Vi had been used to the power of her own confidence, but in front of Caitlyn, it slipped away like sand through her fingers. The professor didn’t even flinch, her demeanor like steel, unyielding.

Vi stood in the doorway, her breath coming faster than usual. Without thinking, the words tumbled out of her mouth, her frustration boiling over.

“What the fuck is your problem, Caitlyn?” Vi snapped, her voice sharp, she's slowly loosing her temper. The question felt like a challenge, but it was more out of hurt than real anger. She was tired of pretending like things were normal when they clearly weren’t.

Caitlyn slowly set the papers down, her eyes locking with Vi’s. The room seemed to shrink with the weight of the tension between them. Her lips curled into a slight frown, the disappointment evident in her gaze.

“My problem, Ms.Lane?” Caitlyn repeated, her voice calm, measured. “You've not only missed my class again, you've also lost your manners and took the right to call me, a liscened professor of the Piltover University, one of the most prestigious in Runeterra, by her surname!? And you want to know what my problem is?”

Vi was taken aback by the lack of emotion in Caitlyn’s voice. She expected a sharp retort or some kind of defense, but Caitlyn merely studied her, unbothered. It threw Vi off, made her feel like she was the one in the wrong—something she wasn’t used to feeling.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Vi muttered, stepping further into the room, her fists clenched at her sides. “You’re acting like nothing ever happened between us. Like you didn’t practically make me lose my mind that night. And every time I try to talk to you, you just walk away. So yeah, what the fuck is your problem?”

Caitlyn sighed deeply, standing up from the desk. Her gaze softened just slightly, but there was still a wall there, something Vi couldn’t break through.

“Nothing happened, Violet,” Caitlyn said firmly, avoiding Vis offer that night to just call her Vi, like her friends and family do. “You made it something, but I didn’t. I was clear with you that night, and if you’ve been holding onto something since then, I can’t help you with that.”

Vi’s chest tightened. The words stung. “You’re so fucking cold,” she muttered, her voice breaking for a moment. “You act like I don’t matter.”

Caitlyn’s face softened for the briefest of moments, but she quickly recovered, her expression returning to that impenetrable calm.

“You matter, Vi,” Caitlyn said quietly, her tone soft but firm. “But you need to understand something. If you’re looking for someone to fix things or make them easier for you, I’m not that person. I’ve told you before. I’m your professor, not… whatever you’re imagining this to be.”

Vi’s heart sank, the weight of Caitlyn’s words crashing down on her. She had never been the type to be vulnerable, never the type to get caught up in something she couldn’t control. But here she was, standing in front of Caitlyn, feeling exposed and foolish.

“I’m not imagining anything, Caitlyn,” Vi whispered, her voice barely audible. She wanted to lash out, but the words felt hollow now. “I just thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

Caitlyn reached for her papers again, her fingers brushing the edge of the stack as she looked up at Vi one last time. “You’re not the first person to feel that way,” she said softly. “But that doesn’t mean it’s something I’m willing to entertain.”

Vi stood there for a long moment, the words stinging like salt in an open wound. Her chest ached, but she didn’t know what to do with the pain. Caitlyn had drawn a clear line, and it was one Vi couldn’t cross, no matter how much she wanted to.

Turning on her heel, Vi stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind her. But even as she walked away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Caitlyn had drawn her boundaries, and she had to accept them—even if it was the hardest thing she’d ever done.

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In the weeks that followed, Vi threw herself into a chaotic whirlwind of distractions. It was the only way she knew how to push Caitlyn out of her mind. She slept with countless girls—Fiora, Sarah, and more—each encounter meant to numb the ache left by Caitlyn’s cold distance. But no matter how many bodies she encountered, no matter how many drinks she drowned herself in, the emptiness lingered.

She found herself withdrawing from the people who cared for her. Even Evelynn, her gym buddy, noticed the change. Her normally cocky, confident friend had become distant, her usual swagger replaced by a guarded, almost reckless energy. It wasn’t like Vi to let herself be so lost, but Caitlyn’s rejection had pierced something deep within her.

One evening at the gym, Evelynn took notice of it all. Her sharp eyes didn’t miss the way Vi seemed to be spiraling, using physical distractions to bury whatever vulnerability had been exposed by Caitlyn. Concerned, she knew Vi needed a different kind of escape, something that didn’t involve just another conquest.

“You’ve been going at it non-stop with these girls,” Evelynn remarked casually as she carefully positioned herself under the barbell on the bench press, gripped it firmly, and began lowering it steadily toward her chest before pushing it back up with controlled force, though the concern in her eyes was unmistakable. “And it’s not doing you any good. You need to slow down before you hurt someone else.”

Vi shot her a sharp look, annoyance flashing across her face. “I’m fine. I don’t need your lectures, Evelynn,” she muttered, though her voice lacked the usual bite. She grabbed the dumbbells with a distant look in her eyes, her movements mechanical and focused, as if each rep was less about building strength and more about pushing through the ache in her chest. Vi knew she was falling apart inside, but she wasn’t ready to admit it.

Evelynn raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further. Instead, she leaned back, a slow smile creeping across her lips. “Alright, fine. But how about you come with me and Akali tonight? We’re heading to ‘The Last Drop.’ Maybe you need to connect with some new people, loosen up a bit. I’ll even buy you a drink.”

Vi hesitated for a moment, glancing at her friend. The idea of a night out, away from everything and everyone that reminded her of Caitlyn, was tempting. Akali was cool, and the bar was known for its laid-back vibe and unique crowd. It could be just what she needed to reset.

“I guess I could use a drink,” Vi said finally, though she didn’t mention the fact that she hadn’t been able to get her professor out of her thoughts for a single moment. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Later that night, Vi found herself walking into ‘The Last Drop’ with Evelynn and Akali. The bar was dimly lit, filled with the soft murmur of conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses. A familiar sense of anonymity washed over Vi. Here, no one knew her. No one knew about the turmoil gnawing at her from the inside out. She could lose herself in the crowd.

Evelynn quickly found a booth and slid into it with a grin. “You might not be looking for anything serious tonight, but a little fun never hurt anyone,” she said, winking at Vi. Akali nodded along, giving Vi a friendly smile.

Vi took a seat, but her thoughts kept drifting. She couldn’t shake the memory of Caitlyn’s cold dismissal, nor the way it had made her feel small, insignificant. She tried to push it aside as she ordered a drink, hoping it would wash away the thoughts that had been haunting her for days.

As the night wore on, she chatted with a few people, enjoying the temporary distraction. But no matter how many drinks she had, no matter how many smiles she flashed, nothing could fill the emptiness Caitlyn had left behind.

At one point, Evelynn leaned in close, her voice low. “I get it, Vi. You’re not over whoever it is who’s one your mind. But you have to realize something. You’re chasing something that doesn’t want to be caught. It’s not healthy for you to keep doing this. It’s okay to let go.”

Vi froze for a moment, the words striking deep. She hadn’t realized how much Evelynn had been paying attention, but it was true. She hadn’t been able to move on. She had been trying to fill the void with anyone who would give her attention, but it was just a temporary fix, a way to avoid facing the truth.

“I know, I know,” Vi muttered, her voice barely audible. “I just… I don’t know what else to do.”

Evelynn gave her a sympathetic look, reaching across the table to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t have to do anything right now, Vi. Just take a breath. Take it one day at a time. We’ll be here for you, okay?”

Vi nodded slowly, though she still felt the weight of her unresolved emotions. Maybe Evelynn was right. Maybe it was time to face the truth, to stop hiding behind distractions. But the thought of letting go, of moving on from Caitlyn, felt impossible.

For now, though, she could at least try to enjoy the night—surrounded by friends, music, and a room full of strangers, all while pushing the rest of the world away for just a little while longer.

But as the night went on, the neon lights of ‘The Last Drop’ flickered erratically, casting their glow over the buzzing crowd, Vi enjoyed the taste of burning liquor more then any company of a girl. The air was thick with sweat, spilled drinks, and the pulsing bass of the music. Vi leaned heavily against the bar, the room spinning slightly from the amount of alcohol she’d consumed. Behind her, Evelynn and Akali were fully engrossed in each other, making out in their booth without a care for the rest of the club. Vi was on her third drink—maybe her fourth?—and despite the alcohol burning in her veins, she still couldn’t shake the gnawing frustration in her chest.

Caitlyn.

Weeks of trying to forget her, to erase the memory of their almost-kiss, had led Vi to distraction after distraction. Countless flings, meaningless hookups, and yet, every single one fell short. Her confidence was still bruised from Caitlyn’s rejection and the cold indifference she’d shown ever since.

Vi swallowed the last of her drink, letting the warmth spread through her, when a scene at the edge of the bar caught her attention. A man was leaning over a woman, his posture aggressive, his voice loud enough to cut through the music. The woman was trying to step away, but the man kept closing the distance.

Vi straightened, her protective instincts flaring.

She didn’t hesitate as she sauntered over, her drunken confidence bolstered by the fire in her chest. Sliding an arm around the woman’s waist, Vi pulled her close, glaring at the man.

“What’s the problem here?” Vi asked, her voice low and dangerous. “That’s my girlfriend you’re bothering.”

The man’s eyes flicked to Vi, recognition flashing across his face. He clearly knew who she was—and more importantly, what her fists were capable of. His mouth opened as if to argue, but the hard set of Vi’s jaw made him think better of it.

“Whatever,” the man muttered, throwing his hands up. “Wasn’t worth it anyway.” He glared at Vi one last time before disappearing into the crowd.

Vi relaxed slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing. She turned to the woman she’d just saved, offering her a lopsided grin.

“You alright?” Vi asked, her voice softer now.

The woman looked up at her, and for a moment, Vi thought she was imagining things. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she realized who was standing in front of her.

It was Caitlyn.

Professor Kiramman.

And she was drunk.

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“Vi?” Caitlyn asked, her posh Piltovan accent unmistakable even through the haze of alcohol in her voice. Her cheeks were flushed—whether from the alcohol or the confrontation, Vi couldn’t tell—and her usually impeccable hair was slightly disheveled.

Vi blinked, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. “Professor?” she stammered, her cocky demeanor slipping for the first time all night.

Caitlyn tilted her head, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “I think,” she said, her words slightly slurred, “given the circumstances, you can call me Caitlyn. Or do you always call your girlfriends by their titles?”

Vi’s face burned. “I didn’t—I mean, I wasn’t—I was just—”

Caitlyn laughed, the sound light and unexpected, and Vi felt her stomach flip. “Relax, Vi,” Caitlyn said, waving her hand dismissively. “Though, I suppose I should thank you for stepping in back there. That man was insufferable.”

Vi scratched the back of her neck, feeling uncharacteristically shy. “Yeah, well… couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.”

Caitlyn’s eyes softened, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other. The world around them seemed to fade away, the noise of the club muffled by the thudding of Vi’s heart in her chest.

“You’re drunk,” Caitlyn said finally, breaking the silence.

“So are you,” Vi shot back, her lips quirking into a grin.

Caitlyn chuckled, shaking her head. “Touché.” She glanced around the club, then back at Vi. “Well, since you’re already playing the hero tonight, do you mind escorting me out of here? I think I’ve had enough excitement for one evening.”

Vi nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Yeah, sure. Let’s get you out of here.”

As they made their way through the crowd, Caitlyn’s arm brushed against Vi’s, and Vi felt her pulse quicken. She wasn’t sure what the hell she’d done to end up in this situation, but one thing was clear—this night was about to get a whole lot more complicated.

The cool night air hit them as they stepped out of the club, the quiet hum of the city streets a stark contrast to the pounding music they’d left behind. Vi shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, trying to keep warm, but the chill still nipped at her skin. She shivered slightly, her buzzed mind focusing on keeping Caitlyn steady as they walked.

“Cold?” Caitlyn asked, glancing over at her with those sharp, inquisitive eyes.

“Nah,” Vi lied, her pride keeping her from admitting it.

Caitlyn gave her a knowing look, her lips curling into a smirk. Without a word, she slid off her coat—a tailored piece that fit her perfectly—and draped it over Vi’s shoulders.

Vi blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. “Uh… thanks,” she muttered, pulling the jacket tighter around herself.

“You’re welcome,” Caitlyn said, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She was wearing a black turtleneck tucked into high-waisted pants that flattered her figure, her hair tied back into a messy ponytail. Despite the casual look, she still exuded the kind of effortless elegance that made Vi’s chest tighten.

They walked in companionable silence for a while, the buzz of alcohol making everything feel softer around the edges. Vi kept sneaking glances at Caitlyn, her pulse quickening every time her eyes lingered too long. She finally broke the silence, thanks to the liquor courage, with a mumble, barely audible.

“You look… fucking hot.”

Caitlyn stopped mid-step, her head turning sharply toward Vi. Her smirk returned, teasing but with a glint of amusement in her eyes. “What was that, Vi?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

Vi flushed, realizing too late that she’d said it out loud. “N-nothing,” she stammered, suddenly feeling very sober.

Caitlyn took a step closer, her smirk widening. “If you want to impress a woman, Vi,” she said, her voice dropping slightly, “maybe you should say compliments a little louder. Confidence is key, after all.”

Vi swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I—uh—”

Caitlyn chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

“Adorable?” Vi repeated, offended and intrigued at the same time. “I’m not adorable. I’m—”

“Cocky? Confident? Charming?” Caitlyn interrupted, leaning in just a little, her breath warm against Vi’s skin. “Not tonight, you’re not.”

Vi’s heart was racing now, her usual bravado completely stripped away under Caitlyn’s playful gaze. The air between them grew heavy, charged with something neither of them wanted to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore.

As they reached the entrance to Caitlyn’s apartment, Caitlyn turned to face Vi, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe. The streetlight cast a soft glow on her features, and Vi thought she’d never seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful.

“Well, here we are,” Caitlyn said, her voice soft. Vi hesitated, her eyes flicking between Caitlyn’s lips and her eyes. “Yeah,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

They stood there for a moment, neither of them moving, the tension crackling like a live wire. Vi couldn’t help herself—her hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from Caitlyn’s face. Caitlyn didn’t pull away.

“You’re dangerous, Vi,” Caitlyn whispered, her voice carrying a hint of a warning.

“Not as dangerous as you,” Vi shot back, her confidence finally finding its way back.

That was all it took.

Caitlyn’s hand slid to the back of Vi’s neck, pulling her closer, and their lips met in a kiss that was as fiery as it was inevitable. It was messy and desperate, their drunken inhibitions falling away as they clung to each other.

Vi pressed Caitlyn against the door, her hands gripping her waist, and Caitlyn responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in Vi’s hair. For a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist—there was only the heat between them, the taste of alcohol on their lips, and the sound of their ragged breaths.

But then Caitlyn pulled away, her breathing uneven. “I… I…. I can’t Vi,” she said, her voice shaky but firm.

Vi’s stomach dropped. “Cait…”

“No,” Caitlyn said, shaking her head as if to clear it. “You’re my student, Vi. We can’t…”

She stepped back, her hand trembling slightly as she unlocked her door. Without another word, she slipped inside, leaving Vi standing there, stunned and breathless.

Caitlyn’s coat was wrapped tightly around her, its intoxicating scent enveloping her, a cruel reminder of what she couldn’t have. She buried her face into the soft fabric, inhaling deeply as hot tears came spilled down her cheeks, her chest heaving with silent sobs. The sharp sting of rejection cut deeper than she’d anticipated, and she felt utterly pathetic for letting it get to her and trying to get closer to her damn professor a second time.

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Just as Vi was about to walk home to bury herself in her bed for the next few decades, the door suddenly bursts open, slamming against the wall with such force that Vi flinched. Caitlyn stood there, her expression stormy, her lips pressed into a thin line as her piercing blue eyes locked onto Vi.

“If you say a word of this to anyone,” Caitlyn hissed, her voice low and venomous, “I will kill you. Slowly.”

Before Vi could react, Caitlyn closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. Her slender fingers fisted the collar of Vi’s shirt, pulling her forward with a strength that took Vi by surprise.

“Hey—” Vi barely managed to get the word out before Caitlyn dragged her inside, slamming the door shut behind them.

The apartment was dark except for the faint glow of a lamp in the corner. Caitlyn’s breaths were heavy, her chest rising and falling as she pushed Vi against the wall. Her grip on Vi’s shirt didn’t loosen, and her eyes were wild, a mixture of anger, frustration, and something far more dangerous.

“What are you—” Vi started, but her words were cut off as Caitlyn surged forward, her lips crashing against Vi’s in a bruising kiss.

Vi’s mind went blank, the intensity of Caitlyn’s lips on hers silencing every thought, every question. Caitlyn’s hands moved from Vi’s shirt to her shoulders, then to the sides of her face, holding her in place as she deepened the kiss. Vi melted into it, her own hands fumbling to grip Caitlyn’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Shut up,” Caitlyn murmured against Vi’s lips, her voice low and commanding as she nipped at Vi’s bottom lip.

Vi obeyed, too stunned and overwhelmed to do anything else. Caitlyn’s presence was all-consuming, her lips, her scent, the weight of her body pressed against Vi’s—it was everything Vi had craved and more.

Without breaking the kiss, Caitlyn tugged Vi toward the bedroom, her movements urgent, almost frantic. Vi stumbled along, her hands still clinging to Caitlyn as they crossed the threshold. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows across Caitlyn’s sharp features.

Caitlyn shoved Vi onto the bed, standing over her for a moment, her gaze dark and unreadable. “You’re infuriating,” she said, her voice trembling with something Vi couldn’t quite place.

Vi swallowed hard, her throat dry as she stared up at Caitlyn. “Yeah? Well, you’re not exactly making this easy either.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a ghost of a smirk before she climbed onto the bed, straddling Vi. “Don’t talk,” she ordered, her hands slipping under Vi’s shirt, her touch hot against Vi’s skin.

Vi’s breath hitched, her hands instinctively finding Caitlyn’s hips as she looked up at her, wide-eyed. For once, Vi didn’t have a cocky remark or a flirtatious comeback. She was completely at Caitlyn’s mercy, and she didn’t mind one bit.

Caitlyn leaned down, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear as she whispered, “This doesn’t mean anything.”

But the way her hands moved over Vi, the way her lips sought out every sensitive spot, said otherwise.

Caitlyn reached over to the nightstand, fumbling through the drawer with a sharp urgency. Her movements were brisk, almost angry, as she retrieved a foil packet.

The soft crinkle of the wrapper filled the quiet room, and she turned back to Vi, her piercing blue eyes narrowing as she caught the faintest flicker of surprise on Vi’s face.

“Don’t,” Caitlyn hissed, her voice cold as steel, glaring daggers at Vi. “Don’t you dare say anything.”

Vi swallowed hard, her lips twitching as if she wanted to quip something back, but the intensity of Caitlyn’s gaze made her pause. Her eyes flicked downward, catching the unmistakable bulge straining against Caitlyn’s high-waisted pants. The sight only added to the swirl of emotions in Vi’s chest—desire, curiosity, and just a touch of nervousness.

“I wasn’t gonna—” Vi started, but Caitlyn silenced her with a sharp glare, one that promised consequences if Vi pressed her luck.

“You’re already on thin ice,” Caitlyn muttered.

Vi bit her lip, her confidence momentarily shaken, though her curiosity burned hotter than ever. “I mean,” she mumbled, her voice quiet, “you could’ve just said something, if it’s a problem to you.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her smirk sharp and humorless. “And give you more reasons to run your mouth? Not a chance.”

Vi felt the heat rising in her cheeks as Caitlyn leaned in, her lips brushing against Vi’s neck, her hands working with practiced ease. “Now shut up,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down Vi’s spine.

And, for once, Vi did exactly as she was told.

The room was thick with tension as Caitlyn practically tore their clothes apart in her haste. Vi’s shirt was pulled over her head so quickly that she barely had time to react, her boots clattering to the floor soon after. Caitlyn’s hands moved with sharp efficiency, each movement precise yet fueled by a raw, unspoken intensity.

Vi stared up at Caitlyn, her breath catching in her throat as Caitlyn stood over her, now stripped down to her boxer briefs and the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. The moonlight filtering through the window outlined her toned figure, every muscle in her lean frame taut with restrained energy.

Vi's gaze traveled lower, stopping at the unmistakable outline beneath Caitlyn's briefs. Her lips parted as she sucked in a sharp breath, unable to stop herself from staring.

“Eyes up here,” Caitlyn snapped, her voice sharp, though there was a faint hint of color on her cheeks.

Vi's head snapped up, meeting Caitlyn's piercing blue eyes. “Y-yeah,” she stammered, the confident smirk she usually wore nowhere to be found. “Got it.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, her movements slow and deliberate.
“You seem awfully quiet for once,” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement as she leaned down, her hands planting firmly on either side of Vi's head.

Vi swallowed hard, her heart pounding as Caitlyn’s presence overwhelmed her.

“Just... taking it all in,” she managed, though her voice came out softer than she intended.

Caitlyn smirked, her expression dangerous as she brushed her lips against Vi’s jawline. “Good,” she said, her tone dropping lower, “because I’m not going to slow down for you.”

Before Vi could respond, Caitlyn closed the gap between them, her lips capturing Vi’s in a bruising kiss that left no room for hesitation. As their bodies pressed together, Caitlyn’s strength and control were undeniable, her hands gripping Vi’s hips as she deepened the kiss, her dominance leaving Vi breathless.

“Cait,” Vi gasped, her voice breaking as Caitlyn’s fingers trailed down her bare skin, igniting every nerve in their wake.

Caitlyn pulled back just enough to look Vi in the eyes, her expression unreadable. “I told you to keep that sweet mouth of yours shut,” she said, her voice soft but firm, holding Vi's chin in one hand, before claiming Vi’s lips again, leaving no room for argument.

Vi’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for Caitlyn’s waistband, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the boxer briefs. She swallowed hard, her pulse pounding in her ears as she tugged them down slowly, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

Caitlyn stood above her, watching Vi intently, her piercing blue eyes sharp and unreadable. The vulnerability of the moment wasn’t lost on either of them, and yet Caitlyn made no move to stop her, her body taut with anticipation.

As the briefs slid down Caitlyn’s thighs, Vi’s breath hitched at the sight of Caitlyn’s fully freed dick. For a moment, she just stared, her usual cocky demeanor completely stripped away as she took it all in. “Damn,” Vi murmured under her breath, her voice barely audible, and she couldn’t help the small, almost nervous grin that tugged at her lips.

Caitlyn’s expression softened just a fraction, though her smirk returned quickly, sharp and teasing. “Speechless again? she quipped, arching a brow as she kicked the discarded briefs aside, tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth, and tossed the remnants away.

Vi’s eyes snapped up to meet Caitlyn’s, her cheeks flushed. “Hardly,” she said, her voice steadier now as she leaned back slightly, her hands resting on Caitlyn’s hips. “Just… impressed.”

Caitlyn chuckled softly, the sound low and throaty as she leaned down, her fingers brushing against Vi’s jaw to tilt her chin up. “Flattery will only get you so far, Lane,” she murmured, her lips ghosting over Vi’s in a way that made her shiver as she slid the condom over her cock.

“Good thing I’m better with actions,” Vi shot back, her confidence slowly returning as she pulled Caitlyn closer, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace that left no space between them.

Caitlyn smirked against Vi’s lips, her voice a low whisper. “Prove it.”

Caitlyn’s lips pressed firmly against Vi’s, her kiss deepening as she exerted control over the moment. Her hand slid to the back of Vi’s neck, tugging her closer, their bodies flush against each other. Vi’s breath caught in her throat, the heat building between them as Caitlyn’s mouth moved with deliberate slowness, each kiss deep and teasing, keeping Vi on edge.

Vi responded instinctively, her hands reaching up to grab at Caitlyn’s shoulders, desperate to pull her closer, but Caitlyn held her back just enough, maintaining the control. She pulled away slightly, her lips still brushing Vi’s, her voice soft but commanding.

“You want this, don’t you?” Caitlyn whispered, her tone teasing, yet serious.

Vi’s heart raced, a flicker of frustration in her chest as Caitlyn held her in that tantalizing limbo. “Yeah,” Vi breathed, her voice almost a growl, her hands tightening against Caitlyn’s body. “I do.”

Caitlyn smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement as she leaned in, kissing Vi again, her tongue sweeping against Vi’s lips in slow, deliberate motions. Vi responded eagerly, her own hands trailing down Caitlyn’s back, feeling the tension in her muscles as Caitlyn deepened the kiss even further, making Vi forget everything except the heat rising between them.

Caitlyn pulled back just enough to tease, her breath mingling with Vi’s as she whispered, “You think you can handle me, Lane?.”

Vi’s chest heaved with each breath, her resolve faltering under Caitlyn’s teasing. “Try me,” she responded with a wicked grin, leaning forward, desperate for Caitlyn’s touch.

Caitlyn leaned in closer, her body pressing against Vi’s, allowing her the space to adjust. Vi could feel the heat of Caitlyn’s body against hers, the steady pulse of her heartbeat matching her own. The moment was electric, the tension between them palpable as Caitlyn’s hands slid gently down Vi’s side, urging her to take control.

Vi’s breath came in shallow bursts, her hands gripping Caitlyn’s waist as she felt her body respond to the closeness. The tease in Caitlyn’s demeanor still lingered, her lips hovering just out of reach, allowing Vi to feel the heat without giving her the release she craved.

“Go on, Lane,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and sultry. “Make the move.” As Caitlyn’s hands slowly but deliberately move to Vi’s chest, touching her breasts and squeezing them, what earns the professor a moan from her student.

Vi’s chest tightened with a mixture of frustration and desire, but the control she craved was within her reach. With a deep breath, she leaned in, taking Caitlyn’s lips in another kiss, this time with more urgency, her hands moving to adjust Caitlyn’s position. Every inch of Caitlyn’s body felt like fire beneath her fingertips, and Vi couldn’t help but pull her closer, losing herself in the touch.

Caitlyn responded immediately, her fingers wandering upwards, threading through Vi’s hair as she deepened the kiss, their bodies moving together in sync, the slow, deliberate movements building the tension higher with every passing second. The teasing had stopped, and now it was just raw, unfiltered desire.

Vi's breath hitched as Caitlyn’s lips moved against hers, the pressure of the kiss escalating until it was impossible to hold back the soft moan that escaped her. The sound was involuntary, a reflection of the heat building inside her, of the overwhelming desire that she’d been trying to keep in check.

Caitlyn smirked against her lips, clearly pleased by the reaction, her hands sliding lower down Vi’s chest, pressing their bodies even closer together. She could feel the tremor that ran through Vi, the way she responded to every touch with growing urgency. How much affect her actions had on the younger woman, who was completely at her mercy.

Vi pulled back slightly, her breath coming fast as she looked up at Caitlyn, her eyes darkened with want. “You’re... damn good at this,” she said, voice low and rough, her body still humming with anticipation.

Caitlyn’s lips quirked into a knowing grin, her eyes glinting with confidence. “I know,” she replied simply, her hands now gently guiding Vi’s own to her breasts, urging her to take the next step.

Caitlyn’s gaze softened as she leaned into Vi, her lips brushing gently against hers, offering silent reassurance. She took her time, her movements unhurried yet deliberate, her hands steady as they explored Vi’s body, tracing over her hips and thighs.

“Relax,” Caitlyn whispered, her voice low and soothing as she pressed a tender kiss to Vi’s jawline. She paused, letting Vi adjust to her touch, her patience evident in the way she moved. Vi’s breath hitched, her body tensing slightly before she exhaled slowly, her fingers gripping Caitlyn’s shoulders.

Caitlyn’s movements were careful, precise, as she positioned herself, her hands never leaving Vi’s body. She kissed Vi again, slower this time, deepening it as she began to enter her slowly. The initial sensation drew a gasp from Vi, her grip on Caitlyn tightening as their bodies began to move together.

Vi moaned softly, her head tilting back as she adjusted to the new sensation, her body responding instinctively. Caitlyn’s steady rhythm allowed her to relax, the tension melting away as she gave in completely to the moment.

“You’re okay?” Caitlyn murmured, her voice warm and reassuring as she maintained eye contact, her movements deliberate and measured. Vi’s heart pounded in her chest, but the comfort in Caitlyn’s gaze grounded her, making her feel safe and wanted in a way she hadn’t expected.

"Yeah... go on, Cait," was the only thing Vi managed to moan

As they moved together, their breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room, Vi felt her earlier frustrations and doubts fade away, replaced by something deeper, something she couldn’t yet name.

Caitlyn moved with a steady rhythm, her body pressed firmly against Vi’s as she began to thrust, each motion deliberate yet filled with building intensity. Vi’s moans grew louder, her fingers digging into Caitlyn’s back as she arched beneath her, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Cait…” Vi gasped, her voice breaking with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Her breaths came in uneven bursts, her body responding instinctively to Caitlyn’s movements. Every thrust sent waves of heat coursing through her, making it impossible to hold back the cries escaping her lips.

Caitlyn’s focus never wavered, her eyes locked on Vi’s flushed face, savoring every sound she drew from her. “Good girl,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and husky, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she adjusted her pace, her thrusts deepening.

Vi’s grip on Caitlyn tightened, her nails grazing lightly across Caitlyn’s skin as her body shuddered beneath her. “You’re… so fuckin’ good, God,” Vi managed to say between moans, her words breaking off into a sharp cry as Caitlyn’s movements sent a particularly intense jolt of pleasure through her.

Caitlyn leaned down, her lips capturing Vi’s in a passionate kiss, swallowing her moans as she continued to move. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, the tension between them building higher with each passing moment.

As Caitlyn thrust harder, Vi’s back arched off the bed, her body completely giving in to the sensations. Her hands tangled in Caitlyn’s hair, pulling her closer as she cried out, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure Caitlyn was giving her.

Caitlyn’s pace quickened, her thrusts becoming faster and more relentless, each movement calculated to draw out exactly what she wanted from Vi. The sounds of their passion filled the room, Vi’s moans growing louder, more desperate, as Caitlyn’s movements pushed her closer to the edge.

“Cait—” Vi gasped, her voice breaking as she clung to Caitlyn, her nails leaving faint marks on Caitlyn’s back. Every thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath Caitlyn’s unyielding rhythm.

Caitlyn’s breathing grew heavier, her focus unwavering as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear. “Let go Violet, cum for me,” she murmured, her voice thick with need, her own control beginning to slip as she felt herself nearing her climax.

Vi obeyed instinctively, her body arching beneath Caitlyn as she cried out, the intensity of her release overwhelming her. The sight of Vi completely undone beneath her sent Caitlyn over the edge, her rhythm faltering for a moment as her own climax hit her hard.

A deep groan escaped Caitlyn as she buried herself in Vi one final time, her body trembling with the force of her release. She collapsed against Vi, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in uneven gasps as they lay tangled together.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the aftershocks of their passion leaving them both dazed. Caitlyn brushed a stray strand of hair from Vi’s face, her expression softening as she looked down at her. “You’re… something else, Lane,” she murmured, a faint smirk tugging at her lips before she pressed a gentle kiss to Vi’s forehead, before she went to the bathroom to discard the used condom.

Caitlyn lays back against the pillows, her chest still rising and falling heavily from their last round, as she left the bathroom, a faint smile on her face. Her piercing blue eyes glinted with a mix of surprise and desire as Vi pushed herself up, straddling Caitlyn's hips. The smirk on Vi's lips was devilish, her confidence returning in full force as her hands settled on Caitlyn’s shoulders.

“Not done yet, Professor,” Vi teased, her voice husky, leaning down to press a teasing kiss to Caitlyn’s jaw before straightening up. Caitlyn groaned softly, her hands instinctively gripping Vi’s waist, steadying her.

“Vi…” Caitlyn began, but her voice faltered, her cheeks flushed as she tilted her head back. Her control was slipping as she got hard once again. “I don’t know if I can pull out in time and I want to—" Her words came out in a ragged whisper, her hips shifting beneath Vi. “I want to come so badly… inside of you.”

Vi’s grin softened into something more intimate, her hands cupping Caitlyn’s flushed cheeks as she leaned in close. “Then do it,” she murmured, her voice steady and reassuring, brushing her lips against Caitlyn’s as she added, “I’ll take care of everything after.”

Caitlyn’s grip on Vi’s waist tightened as Vi began to lower herself slowly, their bodies connecting again with an intensity that made both of them gasp. Caitlyn groaned deeply, her head tipping back as Vi set the pace, her movements deliberate and teasing, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.

“You’re impossible,” Caitlyn muttered, her nails digging into Vi’s hips, urging her to move faster. Vi smirked, tossing her head back as she obeyed, rocking her hips in a way that left Caitlyn trembling beneath her.

“Just trying to keep up with you, Professor,” Vi teased, her voice breaking into a moan as Caitlyn bucked her hips in response.

The room filled with their ragged breathing and the sound of their bodies moving together. Caitlyn’s hands roamed Vi’s back, her fingers trailing down her spine as she surrendered to the pleasure, her control finally slipping away completely.

“Vi… I’m so close,” Caitlyn groaned, her voice raw with need. Vi leaned down, her lips brushing Caitlyn’s ear as she whispered, “Then let go, Cait. I’ve got you.”

With one final thrust, Caitlyn cried out, her body shaking as she reached her release, filling Vi with her cum. Vi followed shortly after, her own climax hitting her hard as she collapsed against Caitlyn, their bodies tangled together, both of them breathless and trembling in the aftermath.

As their breathing slowed, Caitlyn suddenly shifted, her eyes darkening with renewed desire.

Without warning, she pushed Vi down onto the sheets, flipping her over with surprising strength. Vi let out a surprised laugh, her face buried in the pillow as she glanced back at Caitlyn with a teasing smirk.

“Getting bold, Professor?” Vi quipped, her voice muffled.

Caitlyn didn’t answer with words. Instead, she ran her hands down Vi’s back, her nails lightly grazing the skin, drawing a shiver from the younger woman. She leaned in close, her breath hot against Vi’s ear. “You like it when I take the lead, don’t you?” Caitlyn’s voice was low, edged with a commanding tone that made Vi’s heart race.

Vi swallowed hard, her confidence wavering under Caitlyn’s dominating presence. “I’m not complaining,” she muttered, her voice breathless.

Caitlyn smirked, satisfied with the response, and positioned herself behind Vi. She gripped Vi’s hips firmly, her touch possessive, leaving no room for hesitation. As she entered, Caitlyn’s pace was far rougher, more aggressive than before, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Vi’s body.

Vi moaned loudly, her fingers clutching the sheets as Caitlyn took control, her movements demanding yet precise. “God, Cait…” Vi gasped, her voice breaking with every thrust.

Caitlyn leaned over, one hand sliding up to grip Vi’s shoulder, holding her in place as she moved deeper, faster, her own groans mixing with Vi’s cries of pleasure. “You take me so well,” Caitlyn growled, her words sending a fresh jolt of heat through Vi’s body.

Vi’s head dropped onto the pillow, her mind spinning as Caitlyn’s relentless rhythm pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “Don’t stop,” Vi begged, her voice trembling.

Caitlyn didn’t. If anything, her pace quickened, the force of her movements making Vi gasp with every thrust. Caitlyn’s hand slid down, gripping Vi’s waist tightly as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear once more. “Cum for me, Violet,” Caitlyn commanded, her voice dripping with authority.

The words were all it took to send Vi over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking as pleasure overwhelmed her, Caitlyn’s pace never faltering as she followed moments later, her own climax ripping through her with an intensity that left her breathless as she shot her load inside Vi.

Caitlyn pulled out and collapsed against Vi’s back, both of them trembling and drenched in sweat, their breaths coming in uneven gasps. “You’re insatiable,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice soft but teasing, pressing a lazy kiss to Vi’s shoulder.

Vi laughed weakly, turning her head to glance back at Caitlyn. “Says the one who just pinned me down,” she shot back, her smirk returning despite her exhaustion.

Caitlyn chuckled, rolling off of Vi and collapsing onto the bed beside her. “Touché,” she said, a faint smile playing on her lips as she reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Vi’s face. For a moment, they simply lay there, the intensity of their connection hanging in the air between them, as they slowly begin to drift off into a deep slumber.

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As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, Caitlyn stirred awake, her body still heavy with exhaustion. For a moment, she blinked up at the ceiling, thinking about the vivid dream she had—a dream of heated passion, tangled limbs, and forbidden intimacy with her cocky student. But as she shifted, she felt the bed move beside her.

Her eyes widened slightly as she turned her head, and there was Vi, sprawled out on her stomach, the sheets barely covering her bare skin covered with tattoos. Caitlyn's heart raced, reality crashing down on her. It wasn’t a dream.

Vi groaned softly, her face half-buried in the pillow as she began to wake. “Mornin’, Professor,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, a teasing grin tugging at her lips as she turned to look at Caitlyn.

Caitlyn stared for a moment, her sharp composure faltering as memories of the night before flooded her mind. “Vi…” she started, but her words trailed off as Vi shifted closer, her hand brushing against Caitlyn’s arm.

“Didn’t think you’d be the type to cuddle after,” Vi teased, her grin widening.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, regaining some of her usual poise, though her cheeks flushed. “I assure you, cuddling wasn’t part of my plan. None of this was,” she replied, her tone clipped but unable to hide the slight smile tugging at her lips.

Before Caitlyn could say more, Vi stretched lazily, her movements drawing Caitlyn’s gaze as the sheet slipped further down her body, revealing Vi’s whole back tattoo. “You’re staring, Professor,” Vi teased, her voice low and playful.

Caitlyn’s eyes snapped back to Vi’s face, but instead of scolding her, she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re impossible,” she murmured.

Vi propped herself up on one elbow, her smirk softening as her gaze met Caitlyn’s. “And yet, here you are,” she said quietly, leaning dangerously closer.

Caitlyn didn’t pull away this time, even though her sober mind was yelling at her to do so. Instead, she closed the distance, their lips meeting in a slow, lingering kiss.

The hesitation from the night before melted away as their bodies pressed together once more.

Caitlyn deepened the kiss, her hands sliding down Vi’s sides, tracing the curve of her waist. Caitlyn’s lips trailed down Vi’s neck, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses. Vi moaned softly, her hands tangling in Caitlyn’s hair.

As Caitlyn moves up again to kiss Vi deeply, the student grins smugly into the kiss. “Told you I’m full of surprises,” she said, her voice teasing.

Caitlyn let out a breathless laugh, pulling Vi into a kiss. “And you’re trouble,” she murmured against Vi’s lips.

“Good trouble,” Vi corrected with a wink, earning another laugh from Caitlyn as they tangled together once more.

As the heat of the moment intensified, Caitlyn's demeanor shifted completely. Gone was the composed professor; in her place stood someone utterly commanding, her eyes darkened with lust and intent.

The professor pinned Vi’s wrists above her head, holding them down with surprising strength as she hovered over her student and shifted, positioning herself between Vi’s legs.

“Oh, fuck,” Vi breathed, her head falling back against the pillow as Caitlyn’s hands wander to her thighs, beginning to pull Vi closer.

“You’ve been such a tease, Vi,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and dripping with authority. “Now, I think it’s time someone puts you in your place.”

Vi’s breath hitched at Caitlyn’s words, her usual confidence melting away under Caitlyn’s commanding tone. “Fuck, Cait,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing as she squirmed beneath her.

Caitlyn smirked, leaning down until her lips brushed Vi’s ear. “No. It’s Professor to you,” she said sharply, her teeth grazing Vi’s earlobe before pulling back to meet her gaze.

Vi’s mouth opened to reply, but Caitlyn silenced her as she entered with a firm thrust, her movements calculated and relentless as she filled her student completely. Vi let out a strangled moan, her body arching into Caitlyn’s.

“That’s it,” Caitlyn purred, her hips snapping forward in a rhythm that left no room for mercy. “Let me hear you, Vi. Let me hear how much you need this. Need me.”

Vi’s moans grew louder, each one more desperate than the last as Caitlyn set a punishing pace. She leaned down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Vi’s neck, leaving marks that would be impossible to hide. “Look at you,” Caitlyn taunted, her voice thick with dominance. “The cocky little player, completely undone. Do you like being under me like this?”

“Y-yes,” Vi stammered, her voice trembling as Caitlyn’s relentless thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her. “I love it, Professor.”

Caitlyn smirked at the title, her pace quickening as her hand moved from Vi’s wrist to grip her chin, forcing Vi to look her in the eyes. “Good girl,” Caitlyn said, her voice firm as her gaze bore into Vi’s. “You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you?”

“Yes, Caitlyn!” Vi cried out, her body trembling as Caitlyn pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Caitlyn’s free hand slid down to grip Vi’s waist, pulling her even closer as she thrust harder, her movements precise and relentless. “That’s not what I want to hear,” Caitlyn growled, her voice thick with authority. “Try again.”

“Yes, Professor!” Vi shouted, her voice breaking as Caitlyn’s dominance consumed her entirely.

Caitlyn smirked, her satisfaction evident as she pushed Vi over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her release. But Caitlyn didn’t stop. She continued her relentless pace, driving Vi into a second climax, the room filled with the sounds of their pleasure and Caitlyn’s firm, commanding words.

When Vi finally collapsed beneath her, her body spent and trembling, Caitlyn leaned down, brushing her lips against Vi’s ear one last time. “Remember this, Vi,” she whispered, her voice low and laced with satisfaction. “No one can fuck you like me.”

Vi could only nod weakly, her body and mind completely overwhelmed by the force of Caitlyn’s dominance.

When they finally made it out of bed, Caitlyn’s mind briefly clouded with the haze of how many times she crossed the line with her student. The reality of what had transpired between her and Vi settled over her like a weight. Yet, when she turned her head to see Vi still sprawled across the bed, her hair a mess and a peaceful expression on her face, Caitlyn couldn’t help but feel a flicker of tenderness beneath the guilt.

She sat up, pulling on a baggy shirt and sweatpants, running a hand through her disheveled hair. For a moment, she simply watched Vi, debating her next move. The circumstances were complicated—reckless, even—but Caitlyn wasn’t one to ignore the aftermath of her actions.

Vi stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she groaned softly. “Hey,” she muttered, her usual cocky smirk appearing, though it was weaker than usual.

Caitlyn chuckled despite herself, shaking her head. “Hey,” she replied softly, her tone lacking the sharpness from the night before.

Vi sat up, the sheets slipping down her chest, and she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “So, uh… the sex was…”

“A mistake,” Caitlyn interrupted, though her voice lacked conviction. She sighed, glancing away. “But… I also can’t say I regret it.”

Vi blinked at her, surprised by the honesty. “Yeah? Me neither,” she admitted, her voice quieter than usual.

Caitlyn’s lips curved into a small smile as she stood, arranging her messy hair in a ponytail. “Still, it doesn’t mean I can ignore what happened—or pretend it’s not complicated,” she said, glancing back at Vi. “But… you need to eat something first.”

Vi raised an eyebrow, leaning back on her elbows. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, Vi. Breakfast.” Caitlyn’s tone was firm, but there was warmth in her expression. “You may not care about taking care of yourself, but I do.”

Vi sat up straighter, her cocky demeanor slipping slightly as Caitlyn’s concern caught her off guard. “You don’t have to do that, Cait,” she mumbled.

Caitlyn crossed her arms, giving her a pointed look. “I’m making breakfast, and you’re eating it. No arguments.”

Vi blinked, then grinned. “Okay, okay. Bossy and caring. I see you, Professor.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips as she walked toward the door. “Stay put. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

As Caitlyn disappeared into the kitchen, Vi leaned back against the headboard, her heart racing as she processed the care Caitlyn had shown her. For once, her usual bravado felt unnecessary. Maybe, just maybe, there was something more to this than she’d expected.

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The clinking of forks against plates was the only sound in Caitlyn’s small apartment as she and Vi sat across from each other at the table. The tension was palpable, each stolen glance laced with unspoken words. Caitlyn pushed a bite of toast around her plate, her appetite absent despite the breakfast she had insisted on making.

Vi, for her part, kept her eyes down, occasionally sneaking glances at Caitlyn. Her usual swagger seemed diminished, replaced by an uncertainty that was rare for her. The silence between them stretched until it became almost unbearable.

Finally, Caitlyn set her fork down, breaking the quiet. “I shouldn’t have slept with you,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “I’m your professor and should’ve maintained the professional distance between a student and a professor.”

Vi flinched at the words, her stomach twisting. Her fingers tightened around her coffee mug as she opened her mouth to say something—anything—but Caitlyn held up a hand, continuing before Vi could speak.

“But…” Caitlyn’s voice softened, and her eyes searched Vi’s face. “There’s something about you, Vi. A side of you that I can’t ignore.” She leaned forward slightly, her gaze unwavering. “You’re reckless, stubborn, and entirely inappropriate. And yet…”

Vi stayed silent, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t know how to respond, the vulnerability in Caitlyn’s tone catching her off guard.

Caitlyn took a breath, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. “You have a side to you that draws me in. Something… raw. Unpolished. Obedient.” Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she locked eyes with Vi, her voice low. “The question is… how much of yourself would you give to me, Vi? How far would you go to submit to me?”

Vi’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of Caitlyn’s words settling over her like a storm cloud. The intensity in Caitlyn’s gaze pinned her to her seat, leaving her speechless.

Caitlyn leaned back slightly, her posture still commanding. “I need to know, Vi. If this… thing between us is going to be anything at all, I need to know how much you’re willing to give me. Because I won’t accept anything less than everything.”

Vi swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “Everything?”

“Everything,” Caitlyn repeated firmly, her eyes never leaving Vi’s. “Your trust, your respect, your control. If you want this, Vi, you have to be all in. But remember, this,” Caitlyn gestures between them, "is purley sexual, no feelings. If you catch feelings for me Vi, this is over. At once. I cannot risk to loose everything for a yearning student."

Vi hesitated, the gravity of Caitlyn’s words sinking in. For once, she felt stripped of her usual bravado, her cocky armor useless under Caitlyn’s piercing gaze. Finally, she nodded, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

“I’m all in,” she said quietly, her eyes meeting Caitlyn’s. “Whatever it takes. No feelings okay, just fucking around, sure. As I always say I don't do lovey dovey relationships. Never have, never will.”

Caitlyn’s expression softened slightly, but there was still an edge to her voice as she spoke. “Good. Then let’s see if you can live up to that.”

As they got dressed, the air between them shifted into something more charged. Caitlyn, meticulously tucking her blouse into her high-waist pants and fixing her messy ponytail in the mirror, glanced at Vi with an intensity that made the younger woman pause.

Caitlyn turned to face her fully, her hands smoothing the fabric of her trousers as she spoke with a calm authority. “I want to make something perfectly clear before we go our separate ways today.” She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. “Outside, you can be as cocky and brash as you like. Strut around campus, flash that infuriating smirk, and act like you own the world. I don’t care.”

Vi raised a brow, already feeling a familiar spark of rebellion bubbling up inside her, but Caitlyn wasn’t finished.

“But,” Caitlyn continued, her voice dropping lower as she took another step forward, “when we’re alone, when it’s just you and me, that attitude will earn you one thing and one thing only.” She paused, her blue eyes locking with Vi’s. “Punishment.”

Vi’s throat went dry, her usual confidence flickering as Caitlyn’s commanding tone sent a shiver down her spine. She opened her mouth to fire back something cheeky, but the words caught in her throat.

“You understand me?” Caitlyn added, her voice cool and sharp like a blade. “And don’t try to flirt with any other girl yet fuck her. Because your body belongs to me now and remember Violet. Nobody can make you moan and scream as I can. And perhaps, nobody ever will.”

Vi’s pulse quickened as she nodded, and a sly grin began to form on her lips, despite herself. “Guess I’ll have to test that theory then.”

Caitlyn’s gaze narrowed, and in a flash, she closed the distance between them.

Before Vi could blink, Caitlyn had pinned her firmly against the wall, her hand pressing against Vi’s chest to keep her in place.

Vi inhaled sharply, her grin faltering as the pressure of Caitlyn’s body against hers set her nerves alight. Her breath hitched as she realized Caitlyn wasn’t letting her go anytime soon.

Vi swallowed hard, her usual cocky demeanor crumbling as she looked up at Caitlyn with wide, submissive eyes. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice soft and earnest, as though she truly regretted testing Caitlyn’s patience.

Tentatively, she leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along Caitlyn’s jawline, her lips brushing just beneath her ear. Each kiss was slow, reverent, as if she was silently begging for forgiveness. She avoided Caitlyn’s lips, knowing better than to overstep, her hands resting lightly on Caitlyn’s hips as she sank lower.

Her kisses traveled down Caitlyn’s neck, lingering with trembling hesitation. When she finally stopped, she kneeled before Caitlyn, her face level with the bulge in Caitlyn’s tailored trousers. Vi’s breath caught as she looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and desire.

Caitlyn’s hand slid under Vi’s chin, tilting her face upward as their gazes met. Vi’s lips parted slightly, her vulnerability on full display, while Caitlyn’s icy, commanding stare held her in place, unyielding and in control. In that moment, neither of them moved, the intensity between them crackling as they remained locked in each other’s eyes.

Caitlyn’s hand tightened slightly under Vi’s chin, her expression unyielding. “If you’re going to insist on being such a nuisance,” she said, her voice a low, commanding murmur, “then maybe you should use that mouth of yours to apologize properly.”

Vi shivered, her heart racing as she bit her lower lip. Without a word, she brought her hands up, deftly undoing Caitlyn’s pants and tugging them down just enough to free her. Her breath hitched as Caitlyn’s hard cock was revealed, and she hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking up to meet Caitlyn’s once more.

Caitlyn’s stern, expectant look was all the encouragement Vi needed. Slowly, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she first kisses Caitlyn’s shaft and then took Caitlyn’s cock into her mouth. She started with gentle, deliberate movements, her tongue swirling as she adjusted to the size, her hands resting lightly on Caitlyn’s thighs.

Caitlyn exhaled sharply, her fingers threading into Vi’s pink hair to guide her. “Good girl,” she muttered, her tone laced with both approval and control as Vi began to move, her pace gradually increasing, eager to please. “I didn’t realize you could be this useful... on your knees. You’re exactly where you belong,” Caitlyn breathed between her groans, her head tilting backwards.

Caitlyn let out a low, husky moan as she tangled her fingers deeper into Vi’s pink hair, gripping it firmly to guide her movements. Her other hand braced against the wall, her breath uneven as she watched Vi’s head bob rhythmically.

“Just like that,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice a mix of dominance and pleasure. Her hips began to move slightly, matching Vi’s pace, pushing her deeper with every thrust. Each moan from Caitlyn spurred Vi on, her mouth working diligently, her hands gripping Caitlyn’s thighs for support.

Caitlyn’s control didn’t waver, her hold on Vi steady as she let herself succumb to the growing pleasure. "Such a good little brat when you want to be," she muttered, her tone both teasing and commanding as she moaned again, her body tensing with each motion.

Caitlyn’s breath hitched as she felt herself nearing the edge, her moans becoming deeper and more drawn out. Her grip on Vi’s hair tightened, her hips moving with more urgency, pushing herself closer to release.

“Vi,” Caitlyn groaned, her voice low and trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”

Vi’s movements quickened as she began to suck her professor expertly, taking her deeper with each motion. Vi's eyes flicked up to meet Caitlyn’s for a brief, smoldering moment.

The sight of Vi—submissive yet so eager to please—pushed Caitlyn over the edge.

With a sharp intake of breath, Caitlyn’s body tensed, her release hitting her in waves as she moaned loudly, her hand holding Vi steady as she released her load. Caitlyn’s knees weak, her chest heaving as she looked down at Vi, a satisfied but commanding smirk playing on her lips, as Vi swallowed everything to please her professor.

Vi’s lips curling into a sly, satisfied smile as she licked the corner of her mouth. Caitlyn, still catching her breath, stared down at her with a mix of dominance and hunger.

“Thirty minutes,” Caitlyn said, her voice firm and low, though it carried a hint of teasing. Before Vi could respond, Caitlyn gripped her firmly, lifting her with ease.

“Hey!” Vi protested softly, her tone half a laugh, half surprise, as Caitlyn effortlessly hoisted her up.

Caitlyn’s smirk deepened as she carried Vi toward the bedroom, her grip steady, her strength undeniable. “You’ll need that time to recover,” she added, the promise of what was to come evident in her tone.

Vi’s arms looped around Caitlyn’s neck as her heart raced, anticipation building with every step. Caitlyn’s commanding aura sent a shiver through her, and she didn’t dare argue—she didn’t want to.

Caitlyn wasted no time, dropping Vi onto the bed with an effortless motion, tossing them aside with little care. Before Vi could even react, Caitlyn’s hands gripped her pants, yanking them down in one swift, commanding move. Vi let out a soft gasp, her breath hitching as Caitlyn’s hands slid down her thighs, spreading them apart.

Leaning in, Caitlyn trailed slow, deliberate kisses along Vi’s inner thigh, her lips teasingly soft against the sensitive skin. Vi shivered, her head falling back onto the pillow as Caitlyn’s breath brushed closer to her core.

“You’ve been such a brat, Vi,” Caitlyn murmured against her skin, her voice low and sultry. “Let’s see if you can behave now.”

Vi whimpered, her body already trembling under Caitlyn’s touch, as the professor’s mouth finally moved closer, ready to claim her completely.

Caitlyn’s tongue found Vi’s core with precision, her slow, deliberate strokes sending shivers through Vi’s entire body. Vi moaned loudly, her back arching as Caitlyn teased her relentlessly, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure that left Vi breathless.

“Cait,” Vi gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as she struggled to keep still.

Caitlyn didn’t respond with words, only intensifying her movements. Her tongue danced expertly, her hands gripping Vi’s thighs firmly to keep her in place as she devoured her with an insatiable hunger.

Vi’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Caitlyn’s mouth as the pleasure built, a fire spreading through her veins. “Oh, fuck, Caitlyn,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, completely at Caitlyn’s mercy.

Caitlyn’s tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, licking every inch of Vi’s core with deliberate precision. She sucked gently, then more firmly, her lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm to drive Vi to the edge.

Vi’s hands tangled in the sheets, her knuckles white as she fought to keep control, but Caitlyn was relentless. Each flick of her tongue and soft suction sent waves of pleasure crashing through Vi’s body.

“C-Caitlyn,” Vi moaned, her voice trembling as she felt herself unravel under Caitlyn’s skillful touch. Caitlyn hummed against her, the vibration sending an extra jolt of pleasure that had Vi crying out, her thighs trembling in Caitlyn’s firm grip.

Caitlyn didn’t stop, her tongue plunging deeper, tasting every bit of Vi, savoring the way Vi’s body reacted to her. The soft wet sounds of Caitlyn’s mouth, combined with Vi’s broken moans, filled the room, the intensity of the moment overwhelming them both.

Caitlyn could feel Vi's body tense beneath her, her trembling thighs giving away how close she was to the edge. Smirking against Vi’s slick heat, Caitlyn slowed her movements, her tongue now delivering maddeningly soft strokes. Vi let out a frustrated whimper, her hips instinctively bucking, trying to chase the release she so desperately needed.

“Ah, ah,” Caitlyn murmured, pulling back just enough for her warm breath to ghost over Vi’s core. Her grip on Vi’s thighs tightened, keeping her firmly in place. “You don’t get to cum unless you ask properly.”

Vi whimpered, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared down at Caitlyn with desperate, glassy eyes. “Cait... please,” she managed to choke out.

“Try again,” Caitlyn said, her tone firm but laced with amusement. “And address me with respect, Vi. If you want me to let you cum, you’d better beg like a good girl.”

Vi bit her lip, her cheeks burning with a mix of arousal and frustration. She squirmed against Caitlyn’s hold, the ache inside her almost unbearable. “P-Professor,” Vi finally whispered, her voice shaky. “Please… let me cum. I— I need it so bad.”

Caitlyn’s smirk deepened as she leaned back in, her tongue resuming its relentless assault on Vi’s core. “Good girl,” she purred before sucking firmly, pushing Vi closer and closer to the edge. “Now cum for me.”

Vi cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her body trembling uncontrollably under Caitlyn’s expert touch. Her thighs clamped around Caitlyn’s head, and her fingers twisted into the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

Caitlyn didn’t let up, her tongue continuing to lap at Vi’s core, drawing out every last shudder until Vi was left breathless and spent, saving Vi’s juices.

Caitlyn finally pulled back, her lips glistening, and leaned over Vi with a smug expression. “Still with me, darling?” she asked, brushing damp strands of hair away from Vi’s flushed face.

Vi blinked up at her, her breath uneven, and managed a cheeky smirk. “What kind of question is that, Professor?” she teased, her voice dripping with playful defiance.

“You think I can’t keep up with you?”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking in amusement. “Oh, I know you like to talk big,” she said, her tone dangerously low. “But let’s see if you can back it up.”

Vi laughed softly, still catching her breath, and propped herself up on her elbows, her cocky demeanor returning despite her trembling legs. “I’m not the one who needs a break,” she shot back, her grin widening.

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes, leaning in close enough that their noses almost touched.

“Careful, Vi,” she murmured, her voice a warning laced with promise. “You might regret testing me.”

“Try me,” Vi whispered back, her grin turning into a daring challenge.

Caitlyn smirked, pushing Vi back down onto the bed with firm hands. “Oh, I intend to.”

Her gaze swept over Vi, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and needy expression.

Caitlyn’s arousal was unrelenting, her cock rigid and throbbing as she pressed the tip against Vi’s slick entrance, teasingly sliding it along her folds but not entering.

Vi groaned in frustration, her hips bucking instinctively to urge Caitlyn on, but Caitlyn only smirked, her control unshaken. She reached up, tangling her fingers in Vi’s pink hair and giving it a firm tug, forcing Vi to arch her back and meet her eyes.

“Patience, darling,” Caitlyn murmured, her tone laced with dominance. “I want to hear you ask for it properly.”

Vi’s pride flickered for a moment, but the burning desire coursing through her won out. “Please,” she gasped, her voice shaky. “Please, Professor, fuck me. I need you.”

Caitlyn’s smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. “That’s better,” she purred, her grip on Vi’s hair tightening as she slowly pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch.

Vi let out a guttural moan as Caitlyn filled her, the stretch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Caitlyn didn’t rush, savoring every second as she slid deeper, her gaze locked on Vi’s face to watch her reactions.

“Good girl,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice a mix of approval and hunger as she bottomed out, letting Vi adjust before she began to move.

Caitlyn’s rhythm grew relentless as she thrust into Vi, her grip tightening on Vi’s hips, pinning her down against the mattress. Her movements were aggressive, her pace unforgiving, each thrust driving her deeper, pulling breathless cries from Vi’s lips.

“Is this what you wanted?” Caitlyn growled, her voice low and dripping with dominance. “To be put in your place, little brat?”

Vi whimpered beneath her, the edge of her usual cocky attitude completely obliterated by the overwhelming pleasure and Caitlyn’s commanding presence.

Her nails dug into the sheets, her body trembling as she surrendered fully, unable and unwilling to fight back.

Caitlyn grabbed Vi’s wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other held her firmly in place by her waist. Her strength, her control, the sheer power behind her actions—everything had Vi’s head spinning.

Vi’s mind buzzed with a mix of surprise and raw pleasure. She never thought being subdued like this would affect her so deeply, but here she was, moaning Caitlyn’s name, completely undone beneath her professor.

“You like this, don’t you?” Caitlyn hissed, her thrusts becoming even rougher, her hips slamming against Vi’s. “You like being subdued. You like it when I take control.”
Vi gasped, her voice ragged. “Yes… yes, Professor!” she cried, the admission tumbling from her lips without hesitation.

Caitlyn smirked, a flicker of surprise dancing behind her icy blue eyes. She hadn’t expected this side of Vi, but now that she’d discovered it, she intended to exploit it.

Completely.

“You’re body is mine,” Caitlyn growled, her grip on Vi’s wrists tightening. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Vi nodded desperately, her body arching against Caitlyn as the room filled with their breathless sounds, Caitlyn’s relentless dominance dragging them both closer to the edge.

Caitlyn’s pace grew erratic as she neared her peak, her grip on Vi’s hips bruising as she pounded into her with relentless intensity. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by Vi’s moans growing louder with each thrust.

Vi clenched around Caitlyn, her body arching as she felt her own orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume her. Caitlyn’s voice was rough, her breaths labored as she pushed them both to the brink.

“Vi,” Caitlyn groaned, her head falling forward as her movements became almost desperate, driving into Vi with raw passion.

With one final, powerful thrust, Caitlyn let out a low, guttural moan as she spilled inside Vi, her release triggering Vi’s own climax. Vi cried out, coating Caitlyn’s cock in her juices, her body trembling as the intense pleasure tore through her, leaving her breathless and utterly spent.

Caitlyn collapsed onto her elbows above Vi, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling as they struggled to come down from the high. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the room quiet save for their ragged breathing.

Vi opened her eyes, a lazy grin spreading across her face. “So... is this where you tell me to take notes, Professor?”

Caitlyn smirked, pulling out and brushing a strand of damp hair from Vi’s flushed face. “Oh, you’re definitely getting an assignment after this.”

Realizing she had overestimated the 30-minute window, Caitlyn quickly grabbed her clothes and pulled them on urgently, glancing at the clock. “We’ll talk later,” she said, fixing her messy hair with one hand while gathering her things.

Vi, still catching her breath, smirked and tossed on her own clothes. “You really expect me to directly at the university in front of everyone? Asking you to fuck me properly?” she teased, her voice low with playful challenge.

Caitlyn glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, tightening the straps of her bag. “I don’t have time for games, Vi. You know where to find me if you want to talk.”

Vi shrugged nonchalantly, though a hint of uncertainty flickered behind her eyes. “Yeah, well, you never gave me your number, so…” She trailed off, pretending to be nonchalant as she zipped up her jacket.

Caitlyn paused, a fleeting smile playing at her lips. “Right.” She dug her phone out of her bag and handed it to Vi without a word. “Text me if you need anything. But keep it professional, okay?”

Vi took the phone, inputting her number with a grin. “Sure thing, Professor.”

With one last look, Caitlyn walked out the door, her thoughts still racing from the events of the morning. Vi stood for a moment, holding the phone, the adrenaline from the encounter still buzzing in her veins. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

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At the gym, Vi walked in, her muscles sore but satisfied from the night before. As she made her way toward the weights, she spotted Akali and Evelynn talking near the bench press. Both of them immediately turned their attention to her as she approached.

Akali, raising an eyebrow, crossed her arms. "Where the hell have you been?" she asked, her voice laced with both curiosity and a hint of concern. "You disappeared last night at the bar. We thought you'd hooked up with someone, but then you were just... gone."

Evelynn, always ready with a quip, added with a smirk, "Yeah, we were wondering if you'd finally gotten so distracted by someone that you forgot to text us back, whore."

Vi grinned, her confidence as bold as ever. "Oh, I definitely hooked up with someone," she said smoothly, leaning against a nearby machine. "An impressive girl. Best night of my life, if I'm being honest."

Akali and Evelynn exchanged glances, both intrigued but not daring to press too hard. "Impressive?" Akali asked with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds like someone really caught your attention."

Vi shrugged nonchalantly, her trademark smirk never fading. "Yeah, she did. Let's just say she knew exactly what I needed."

Evelynn snorted, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "Well, well. Someone’s got a new conquest. You’re keeping it hush-hush, huh?"

Vi nodded, not revealing any more details. "You know how it is," she said with a wink. "I like to keep some things to myself."

Akali shrugged, not pushing further. "Fine, keep your secrets," she said with a chuckle. "Just don’t disappear again, alright? We were about to send a search party for you."

Vi grinned, her demeanor already shifting back to its usual cocky charm. "Don’t worry, I’m still around. Just... needed a few horus off from the usual chaos."

As she headed toward the weights, Akali and Evelynn exchanged another look, both of them still curious but willing to let it go. Vi wasn’t one for sharing everything, and that was just how she liked it.

Vi walked into the classroom for her last lesson of the day—Caitlyn Kiramman's criminology class. She had a smirk on her face, a mischievous glint in her eye. Vi wasn’t one to act like a typical student, and she certainly didn’t plan on doing so today. As she made her way to her usual seat, she made sure her movements were slow and deliberate, knowing full well Caitlyn would notice. She stretched out just a little more than necessary, her hips swaying as she glanced at Caitlyn from across the room, making eye contact for a brief moment before flicking her gaze away with a playful grin.

Caitlyn, already at the front of the room, felt the familiar heat rise in her chest. She knew exactly what Vi was doing—teasing her, pushing her buttons. Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed for a brief moment, but she quickly regained her composure and began the lesson. Vi was a brat, and Caitlyn had dealt with her before, but this—this was something new. Caitlyn could sense the challenge in the air, the unspoken tension building between them as Vi continued to shift in her seat, catching Caitlyn's attention every chance she could.

Vi leaned back in her chair, her legs stretched out as she slowly crossed and uncrossed them, letting the motion linger just a bit too long. Caitlyn’s eyes flicked to her, catching the look of pure mischief in Vi’s gaze. She exhaled sharply, trying to maintain control of the class, but it was difficult with the way Vi kept glancing at her, her eyes full of challenge and something else—something Caitlyn couldn’t quite put her finger on but was all too familiar with.

Caitlyn’s voice faltered for a brief second, her thoughts slightly distracted by the way Vi moved. She steadied herself, taking a deep breath. "Miss Lane," she said, her voice firm but laced with an edge of tension. "Perhaps you’d like to share your thoughts on the subject with the class, since you seem so... interested?"

Vi’s grin widened, clearly amused by the challenge. "Oh, I’m definitely interested, Professor," she replied smoothly, her voice dripping with subtle flirtation. "Just not in the lecture," she added, her eyes twinkling as she leaned forward slightly, making sure Caitlyn noticed every inch of her.

The room seemed to grow quieter, the air heavier. Caitlyn could feel the heat rising again, her pulse quickening despite herself. She took another breath, her gaze hardening with a mix of restraint and frustration. She wasn’t going to let Vi get under her skin—not this time.

"Focus, Miss Lane, no distractions and fleeting thoughts in my class," Caitlyn said, her voice low and commanding, but with a slight edge of something else beneath it. "We can discuss your... behavior after class."

Vi met her gaze with a cocky smile, clearly enjoying every second of it. The classroom felt smaller, the tension between them undeniable. "Looking forward to it, Professor," Vi teased, her words drawing the class’s attention for just a second before Caitlyn regained control.

The rest of the class passed with an undercurrent of electricity between them, Caitlyn struggling to maintain her professional demeanor while Vi played her games, knowing exactly how to push every button Caitlyn had. The lesson ended without incident, but as the bell rang and students started to pack up, Caitlyn didn’t move right away. She watched as Vi stood up, her every movement still laced with that same cocky confidence.

As the classroom emptied, Caitlyn finally spoke, her voice just loud enough for Vi to hear. "Don’t think for a second I didn’t get the hint, Vi."

Vi smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh, I know you did, Professor," she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction and challenge. "I’ll see you later."

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The cafeteria was buzzing with chatter as Vi sat with her usual group— Jinx laughing loudly at a joke Ekko made, and Darius occasionally chiming in with his trademark dry humor. Vi leaned back in her chair, sipping her coke and half-listening to the conversation. Her mind kept wandering to Caitlyn and their last encounter in class, the tension between them still fresh in her mind.

Her phone buzzed on the table. Picking it up casually, Vi unlocked the screen and opened the message. Her eyes widened immediately, and she nearly spat out her drink, coughing violently. The group turned to her, startled.

"You good, Vi?" Jinx asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned forward. "What, did you just choke on your own ego?"

Vi waved her hand, trying to regain composure. "I’m fine," she croaked, her voice strained. "Just… went down the wrong pipe."

She glanced back at her phone, her pulse racing. The image staring back at her was Caitlyn—still wearing her high-waisted pants, but her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to expose her toned stomach and a hint of her bra. Her expression was nothing short of sultry, her lips slightly parted as if daring Vi to do something about it.

Below the picture was a single message: Come to my office. Now.

Vi could feel the heat rising to her face as she locked her phone, stuffing it into her pocket. Her mind raced. Was Caitlyn serious? Sending that while knowing Vi was in the middle of lunch with her friends?

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Darius asked, narrowing his eyes at her. "You look like you just saw a ghost or something."

"Yeah, yeah, I’m fine," Vi replied quickly, standing up and grabbing her tray. "I, uh… just remembered I’ve got something to do. Catch you guys later."

Jinx snorted. "Right, 'something to do.' Sounds more like 'someone to do,'" she teased, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Vi flipped her off over her shoulder, trying to hide her smirk as she hurried out of the cafeteria. Her heart was pounding as she made her way across campus, the image of Caitlyn burned into her mind. She didn’t know what was waiting for her in Caitlyn’s office, but one thing was certain: she wasn’t about to keep her waiting.

Vi hesitated for a moment before knocking on Caitlyn’s office door, her hand slightly trembling. She could still feel the ghost of Caitlyn's picture lingering in her mind, her lips dry despite having practically jogged across campus.

The door opened with a smooth click, and there stood Caitlyn. Her high-waisted pants hugged her figure perfectly, her blouse slightly undone, though far more professional than the picture she'd sent. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto Vi with an intensity that made the pinkhead momentarily forget how to breathe.

"Miss Lane," Caitlyn said coolly, stepping aside just enough for Vi to enter. The door shut with a deliberate click behind her, and Caitlyn turned to face her, arms crossing over her chest. "Care to explain why you were such a brat in my lesson earlier? Or is this just your default setting?"

Vi opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her heart was racing, her thoughts a chaotic mess as Caitlyn closed the distance between them.

"Speechless?" Caitlyn teased, a hint of amusement curling her lips. "Not so cocky now, are we?"

Before Vi could even think of a reply, Caitlyn pressed her firmly against the closed door. The smooth wood was cold against Vi’s back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Caitlyn’s body. Caitlyn’s hand trailed down Vi’s side, slow and deliberate, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Answer me, Vi," Caitlyn murmured, her voice dropping into a husky whisper as her fingers brushed against Vi’s hip. "Do you think you can tease me in my own class and get away with it?"

"I…" Vi started, but her voice cracked. Caitlyn’s lips quirked up in a knowing smirk, her other hand coming up to cradle Vi’s jaw, forcing their eyes to meet.

"You’re not very good at behaving, are you?" Caitlyn continued, her hand sliding lower, fingers skimming the waistband of Vi's jeans.

Vi swallowed hard, her breath hitching as Caitlyn leaned in, her lips just a breath away from her ear.

"Let’s see if I can teach you some discipline," Caitlyn whispered, her voice dripping with authority, her hand moving even lower.

Their eyes met, Vi's wide and filled with a mix of nervous excitement and submission, Caitlyn's gaze dark and commanding. Neither of them needed to say another word—the tension in the room spoke volumes.

Caitlyn’s hand tightened around Vi’s wrist as she yanked her forward, forcing the pinkhead to stumble across the room. With swift precision, Caitlyn spun Vi around and pressed her firmly against the desk. Vi barely had time to catch her breath before Caitlyn bent her over, her chest flat against the polished wood.

“Don’t you dare move,” Caitlyn commanded, her voice low and sharp, sending a shiver down Vi’s spine.

“Cait—” Vi began to say, but her words were cut off by the sound of Caitlyn’s fingers hooking into her waistband and pulling her pants down in one fluid motion. The fabric pooled around Vi’s ankles, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

“You thought you could tease me like that in my own lecture?” Caitlyn’s voice was laced with mockery as she leaned over Vi, her breath hot against the back of her neck. “Batting those eyes, shifting in your seat, moving just enough to make sure I noticed you. You wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

Vi’s breath hitched, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as Caitlyn trailed her nails lightly over her thighs.

“I’ll give you attention,” Caitlyn murmured, straightening up. The sound of her own pants being unbuttoned and unzipped filled the room, making Vi’s heart race faster.

“But here’s the thing,” Caitlyn continued, her voice calm yet dripping with authority. “You don’t get to set the terms. Not here. Not with me.”

She let the silence hang for a moment, her presence dominating, her hands firmly on Vi’s hips.

“Now,” Caitlyn whispered, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear as she leaned down once more. “Beg me to remind you who’s in charge.”

Caitlyn chuckled darkly, her hips pressing forward just enough for Vi to feel the head of her cock brushing against her entrance. The teasing contact sent a jolt through Vi’s body, and she let out a shaky breath.

“Look at you,” Caitlyn purred, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. “Already soaking wet. Were you fantasizing about this the whole time in class? About me bending you over and putting you in your place?”

Vi whimpered, her grip on the desk tightening. “P-please, Caitlyn,” she stammered, her voice raw with desperation.

“That’s Professor Kiramman to you,” Caitlyn corrected sharply, one hand gripping Vi’s hip while the other slid over her back, pinning her down. “Say it properly, or you get nothing.”

“Please, Professor Kiramman,” Vi pleaded, her tone submissive and breathy. “I need you… I want you to take control.”

Caitlyn smirked, the power shift fueling her desire. She nudged herself against Vi’s entrance again, eliciting a gasp. “So obedient now,” she taunted, leaning down so her lips brushed against Vi’s ear. “You’ll do exactly as I say, won’t you?”

“Yes, Professor,” Vi moaned, her voice trembling.

Caitlyn tilted her head, enjoying the sight of Vi completely at her mercy. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “Now tell me how much you need me to ruin you.”

“I—I need you to ruin me, Professor Kiramman” Vi begged, her hips pushing back slightly, aching for more.

Caitlyn hummed in mock consideration, her cock sliding along Vi’s slick folds, spreading her wetness. “I can feel how desperate you are,” she said with a smirk.

“So wet for me already. You’re practically begging me to take what’s mine.”

Vi whimpered, her body quivering beneath Caitlyn’s relentless teasing.

“Don’t worry,” Caitlyn added, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’ll make sure you remember exactly who’s in charge.”

Caitlyn pressed forward slowly, her cock pushing past Vi’s entrance, inch by inch, as a teasing grin spread across her lips. Vi let out a shaky gasp, her body trembling under Caitlyn’s deliberate pace.

“Such a good little whore,” Caitlyn murmured, her tone laced with dominance. “You act so bold, so defiant... but the moment I touch you, you melt into this.” She punctuated her words with a slow, lazy thrust, just deep enough to leave Vi wanting more.

Vi whimpered, her nails digging into the edge of the desk. “P-Professor, please…mercy me.”

“Mercy? Darling, you know better than to ask for that. You'll take everything I give you—and you'll thank me for it,” Caitlyn said, her voice smooth and commanding. She leaned forward slightly, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear as she added, “You don’t get to rush me. You take what I give you and thank me for it.”

Vi moaned as Caitlyn rolled her hips, the lazy rhythm driving her wild. Her walls clenched around Caitlyn, trying to pull her deeper, but Caitlyn wasn’t having it.

“Ah, ah,” Caitlyn chastised with a sly smirk, gripping Vi’s hips firmly to keep her in place. “Look at you, already so needy. You’d think after all your brattiness earlier, you’d know better than to try and take control.”

Vi bit her lip, her head turning slightly to glance back at Caitlyn. “I—I’m sorry, Professor…” she managed, her voice breathless.

Caitlyn chuckled darkly, rewarding Vi with another slow, deliberate thrust. “Oh, you will be,” she said, her tone dripping with authority. “Because I’m going to make sure you feel every inch of me until you’ve learned exactly where you stand.”

Vi moaned louder as Caitlyn continued her lazy pace, teasing and taunting with every word. “You like this, don’t you?” Caitlyn asked, her voice low and sultry. “Being completely at my mercy... knowing I can take my time with you, make you beg for more.”

“Yes, Professor,” Vi whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure.

“Good,” Caitlyn said with a smirk, her thrusts becoming just a fraction deeper, but still maddeningly slow. “Now, let’s see how long it takes to break that little attitude of yours.”

Vi's hands clenched and unclenched against the desk, her nails scraping against the surface in frustration. Caitlyn’s slow, torturous rhythm was driving her insane. She needed more—rougher, harder, merciless. But Caitlyn wasn’t giving it to her, and Vi knew exactly why.

“You’re killing me, Professor,” Vi whimpered, her voice breaking with desperation.

Caitlyn chuckled softly, her nails grazing along Vi’s lower back, sending a shiver down her spine. “Am I?” she drawled, her thrusts still teasingly slow. “Or am I teaching you a lesson you so clearly need?”

Vi groaned, her head dropping against the desk. “I—I get it, I swear!” she stammered, her voice trembling. “You’re in charge. I’ll be good, just... just please—”

Caitlyn cut her off, leaning down until her lips brushed Vi’s ear. “Please, what?” she asked, her voice a purr that sent heat coursing through Vi’s body. “Use your words, darling. You want something from me? Then ask properly.”

Vi whimpered, her pride warring with her need. Finally, she broke. “Please, Professor,” she begged, her tone submissive. “I need you to fuck me—hard. No more teasing. I’ll do whatever you want. Just… please.”

Caitlyn smirked, her hands gripping Vi’s hips tightly as she stilled for a moment.

“That’s more like it,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But I’m not sure you’ve earned it yet.”

Vi let out a desperate moan, her hands clenching into fists. “I’ll do anything,” she pleaded. “Anything you want. I’ll be your good little whore, Professor. Just… take me.”

Caitlyn hummed in approval, her dominance radiating from every word.

“Anything?” she echoed, her nails digging into Vi’s skin just enough to leave marks.

“Then prove it, my little whore. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” Vi gasped, her voice raw with need. “I belong to you, Professor. Only you.”

Caitlyn’s smirk deepened, her hips snapping forward suddenly, earning a loud, guttural moan from Vi. “Good girl,” she purred, her thrusts immediately growing rougher and more forceful. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

Vi’s body melted under Caitlyn’s relentless rhythm, her moans echoing through the office as she surrendered completely. And Caitlyn, fully in control, made sure Vi felt every inch of her authority.

Vi’s lips curled into a breathless smile, her moans mixing with a chuckle as she managed to gasp, “Gods, Professor, you’re fucking me so good…”

Caitlyn’s eyes darkened at the praise, her ego swelling. A smirk tugged at her lips as her grip on Vi’s hips tightened, her fingers pressing into her skin. “Oh, you’re just full of compliments now, aren’t you?” Caitlyn growled, her tone dripping with dominance. “Is this what you wanted all along? To be ruined by your professor?”

Vi moaned, nodding fervently, her fingers clawing at the desk beneath her. “Y-Yes, Professor!” she gasped. “I wanted this—you—so bad.”

Caitlyn chuckled darkly, her thrusts growing faster, harder, and more relentless. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room, mingling with Vi’s increasingly desperate cries.

“Good,” Caitlyn hissed, her own breathing heavy, her voice unwaveringly commanding. “Because I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. You’ll think of this every time you sit in my class. Or sit in general for the next hours, Violet.”

Vi’s moans only fueled Caitlyn further, her movements becoming almost animalistic as she chased her climax. The way Vi’s body writhed beneath her, paired with the submissive words spilling from her lips, pushed Caitlyn closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” Vi whimpered, her voice trembling. “I’m so close, Professor—don’t you dare stop.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Caitlyn growled, her voice rough and low. “But when I’m done with you, you’ll beg me to.”

With that, Caitlyn gave in to the intensity of her desire, her thrusts becoming wild and desperate as she felt the heat of her orgasm building. Vi’s cries of pleasure only spurred her on, driving her to claim every inch of the woman beneath her.

Vi’s moans turned to cries as her body tensed beneath Caitlyn, the overwhelming pleasure crashing through her like a tidal wave. She came hard, her walls clenching tightly around Caitlyn, her juices dripping down Caitlyn's cock as she shuddered uncontrollably.

“God, yes!” Vi whimpered, her voice raw with ecstasy.

Caitlyn gritted her teeth, feeling Vi's release pull her closer to her own edge. She started to pull out, her breath ragged, but Vi twisted her head back, her eyes glassy and desperate.

“Please,” Vi begged, her voice trembling. “Don’t pull out—just… fill me. I need it. I need you to cum inside me, Professor. Please.”

Caitlyn’s lips curved into a wicked smirk, her dominance flaring at Vi’s desperate plea. She leaned down, her voice dripping with command. “Oh, you need it, do you? Such a filthy little thing, begging to be filled like this.”

Vi nodded frantically, her hands clutching at the desk. “Yes, yes, I do! Please, Professor, give it to me!”

Caitlyn chuckled darkly, her hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. “You’re so pathetic, Vi,” she growled, her thrusts sharp and precise. “And I’m going to ruin you—just like you want.”

With one final, powerful thrust, Caitlyn buried herself deep inside Vi and let out a guttural groan, her body trembling as she came. Ribbons of hot cum filled Vi, Caitlyn holding her hips tight as she rode out her release.

“There you go, my filthy little whore,” Caitlyn purred, her breath heavy as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear. “I’ve filled you just like you begged for, and you’re going to remember every second of it.”

Vi moaned softly, her body spent but her mind spinning with satisfaction, as Caitlyn stayed buried inside her for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of their shared heat before finally pulling out.

Caitlyn exhaled deeply, her dominance still radiating as she adjusted her pants and tucked her now-softening cock back inside. With a composed yet commanding air, she buckled her belt, her sharp eyes scanning Vi’s utterly spent form sprawled over the desk.

Vi was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled, barely able to hold herself upright. Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a smug smirk as she leaned down to help Vi, her hands surprisingly gentle as she slid Vi’s pants back up her legs, fastening them with care.

“There we go,” Caitlyn murmured, her tone firm yet tender. She cupped Vi’s cheek, tilting her head up to meet her gaze. “You look completely wrecked. Just like you wanted, hmm?”

Vi nodded weakly, unable to muster her usual cocky grin. Caitlyn chuckled softly, a rare warmth in her eyes as she guided Vi off the desk and into her arms. “Come here,” Caitlyn commanded, pulling Vi onto her lap as she sank into her chair.

Vi collapsed against Caitlyn’s chest, her body pliant and her breath still uneven. Caitlyn wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her securely as she leaned back, her free hand brushing strands of hair from Vi’s face.

“Rest for a moment,” Caitlyn said, her voice low but still carrying that unmistakable authority. “You’ve earned it… and I suppose I don’t mind letting you stay here for a bit.”

Vi, too exhausted to speak, simply nuzzled into Caitlyn’s shoulder, her body melting into the safety and comfort of her professor’s hold. Caitlyn’s fingers lazily traced patterns along Vi’s back as they sat in silence, a fleeting moment of intimacy amidst their otherwise turbulent dynamic.

Caitlyn let her fingers drift lazily over Vi's back as they sat in comfortable silence, Vi's body warm and pliant against her own. The professor’s sharp gaze softened, but the air of dominance never fully left her.

After a moment, Caitlyn finally spoke, her voice smooth but edged with calculated precision. “You know,” she began, her fingers brushing lightly against the nape of Vi’s neck, “I enjoy this... us.” She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. “But let’s not mistake this for something it’s not.”

Vi stirred slightly in Caitlyn’s lap, her trademark smirk threatening to surface despite her exhaustion. “Yeah?” she murmured, her voice raspy but teasing. “What exactly is this, then?”

Caitlyn’s grip tightened ever so slightly, her lips brushing close to Vi’s ear. “This is me indulging in something I want,” she stated plainly, her tone unwavering. “You may be cocky, reckless, and far too eager to stir up trouble... but you’re satisfying. Very satisfying.”

Vi chuckled faintly, a hint of mischief still lingering despite the weight of Caitlyn’s words. “So... what, I’m just some toy for you to play with?”

Caitlyn tilted Vi’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. Her gaze was piercing, dominant, and unyielding. “Call it whatever you want,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “But don’t think for a second this is more than what it is. I don’t need distractions outside the bedroom—or the desk, for that matter.”

Vi swallowed, her cocky demeanor slipping momentarily under Caitlyn’s intensity.

Despite the clear boundaries Caitlyn had laid, Vi couldn’t help the thrill coursing through her veins. “Got it,” she replied, her smirk returning, though smaller and tinged with a hint of submission. “Guess I’ll just have to keep impressing you, huh?”

Caitlyn allowed herself a small, victorious smile. “You’ll need to do more than that, darling,” she said, her tone dripping with control. “Now, be a good girl and take this as it is... or don’t take it at all.”

Vi nodded slowly, leaning back into Caitlyn’s embrace. Despite the professor’s firm stance, Vi knew she wasn’t ready to walk away—not yet, anyway.

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A firm but gentle knock on the door broke the intimate embrace of the professor and her student.

Caitlyn froze the moment she heard Jayce’s voice from the other side of the door.

With a sharp inhale, she adjusted her posture, quickly smoothing her appearance as Vi slid off her lap. Just as Vi disappeared beneath the desk, the door swung open, revealing Jayce with his usual boisterous energy.

“Caitlyn!” he exclaimed, stepping inside without hesitation. “I need your help. Mel and I are in over our heads with this wedding—it’s next week, and she’s losing her mind!”

Caitlyn forced a calm smile, leaning back in her chair as she folded her hands on the desk to conceal any signs of her prior indiscretion. “I’m sure it’ll all work out,” she replied coolly, her voice steady.

Underneath the desk, Vi’s smirk widened as she silently unzipped Caitlyn’s pants, her fingers deftly freeing her professor’s cock. Caitlyn tensed, her hand gripping the edge of the desk as she fought to maintain her composure, glaring down briefly at Vi with a warning in her eyes. Vi, undeterred, only gave her an impish grin before leaning in closer, clearly intent on testing her limits.

Jayce continued rambling about floral arrangements and guest lists, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding behind Caitlyn’s composed expression. Caitlyn's fingers curled tightly around the edge of the desk as she felt Vi’s tongue swirl around her shaft, the sensation sending jolts of heat through her body.

“Bloody hell, Vi…”, were Caitlyn’s only thoughts as she felt herself getting hard. She straightens her posture and folds her hands on the desk to mask her arousal.

“That... sounds like quite the predicament,” Caitlyn managed, her voice faltering slightly as Vi took her deeper, her lips wrapping snugly around her.

Jayce paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. “You okay? You seem distracted.”

Caitlyn cleared her throat, her fingers tightening around the pencil, she grabbed to write "notes" on a few sheets, as she desperately fought to maintain her composure. Her polite smile wavered for a split second before she forced it back, her teeth briefly grazing her lip to stifle a sound that threatened to escape. The scratch of the pencil against the paper was uneven, betraying her focus slipping. She shifted slightly in her seat, the pressure beneath the desk sending waves of heat through her.

"Of course," she managed, her voice trembling just enough to betray her struggle. "Just... thinking about how to help you and Mel without losing my own mind." Her eyes bore into the paper, willing herself to think of anything but the exquisite torment beneath the desk, her breaths shallow and rapid as she clenched her jaw to keep from moaning aloud.

Underneath the desk, Vi’s grin widened against Caitlyn as she continued her relentless pace, her tongue and lips working skillfully. Caitlyn’s thighs tensed, and she discreetly shifted in her chair, trying to mask the tremors coursing through her body.

Jayce chuckled, oblivious. “Fair enough. You’ve always been the practical one. I’ll leave you to think on it. Thanks, Caitlyn—really.”

Caitlyn nodded curtly, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the pencil harder. “Always happy to help, Jayce.”

As he turned to leave, Vi gave one last teasing flick of her tongue, as she sucked with precision Caitlyn’s cock, as an audible moan slipped from Caitlyn's lips as her fist slammed against the desk, splintering the pencil in her grasp. "Jesus," she cursed under her breath, her voice strained. She quickly tried to disguise it with a sharp cough, her cheeks betraying a hint of heat as she fought to maintain her composure. Jayce paused at the door, giving her a concerned look.

“Everything alright, Sprout? Don’t let the nonsensical fill-in answers on your students’ tests get to you—they’re just trying to live up to your high standards of criminology wisdom,” he advised. “See you later!”

The moment the door shut behind him, Caitlyn slumped back in her chair, her hand shooting under the desk to tangle in Vi’s hair, pulling her back with a relentless force. “You’re insufferable,” she growled, her tone breathy but full of heat.

Vi only smirked as she’s at her professors mercy, pre cum dripping off her mouth, as she licks her lips. “Couldn’t help myself, Professor. You looked like you needed the stress relief.”

Caitlyn’s jaw clenched as her cold blue eyes locked with Vi’s defiant ones. Vi’s teasing smile widened as her gaze flicked deliberately between Caitlyn’s throbbing cock and her face, her voice dripping with playful insolence.

“Are you sure you want me to leave you like this, Professor?” Vi whispered, her fingers brushing lightly along Caitlyn’s shaft, just enough to tease but not satisfy.

A low, frustrated groan escaped Caitlyn’s lips as her grip on Vi’s hair grew stronger, more commanding. “You’re such a nuisance,” she growled, pulling Vi closer, her dominance unmistakable. “Fine. But you’ll finish what you started— properly .”
Vi’s smirk deepened, her lips parting as she lowered her head once more, taking Caitlyn back into her mouth. Caitlyn’s other hand braced against the desk as her hips involuntarily bucked forward, her control slipping for just a moment, but her fingers still entangled in Vi’s hair.

“Good girl,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and rough as her hand in Vi’s hair guided her movements, ensuring she stayed in control. Vi hummed around her, the vibrations making Caitlyn groan again, her composure unraveling with each skillful flick of Vi’s tongue.

Caitlyn clenched her jaw, determined to maintain her composure despite the relentless pleasure Vi was coaxing from her. Her grip tightened in Vi’s hair as she focused on slowing her breathing, refusing to give Vi the satisfaction of seeing her crumble so easily.

“You’re not getting me that quickly, Lane,” Caitlyn hissed, her voice strained but commanding. “I’m in control here, not you.”

Vi’s mischievous eyes flicked up to meet Caitlyn’s, her lips wrapping around Caitlyns dick and sucking deliberately to test her professor’s resolve. Caitlyn’s hips jerked slightly, betraying her effort to stay in control, but she quickly steadied herself, pressing harder against the desk for balance.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” Caitlyn muttered, her tone low and dangerous. “But if you want to see me give in, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Vi hummed in response, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through Caitlyn’s body. Caitlyn let out a sharp exhale, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, her other still firmly guiding Vi. She could feel herself edging closer, but she was determined to drag this out, to maintain her dominance no matter how good Vi’s mouth felt.

Caitlyn’s sharp composure shattered the moment Vi winked and took her entirely, her warm mouth enveloping Caitlyn’s length to the base, deepthroating her professor like no one ever did or could. A strangled gasp escaped Caitlyn’s lips as her head tilted back, her grip on Vi’s hair tightening involuntarily.

“Vi—” Caitlyn choked out, her voice breaking into a throaty moan. She lost the feeling in her legs as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her.

Vi held her there, her lips working skillfully, her throat taking in all of Caitlyn, sending her over the edge. Caitlyn’s moans turned louder, her dominant facade crumbling as she gasped Vi’s name like a prayer, spilling herself into Vi’s mouth with force.

Vi didn’t flinch, swallowing every last drop with ease, her gaze fixed on Caitlyn’s blissed-out expression as she pulled back slowly. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a smug grin spreading across her face.

“Well, Professor,” Vi teased, her voice low and husky. “Guess I passed that lesson, huh?”

Caitlyn’s chest heaved as she leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her tousled hair in an attempt to regain her composure. She refused to meet Vi’s smug gaze, knowing full well the brat was waiting for her to crack.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she tucked her dick back into her pants, buttoning them with precision as though the situation were entirely under control. She smoothed her high-waisted slacks and dusted off invisible lint, a vain attempt to reassert her dominance.

Vi, still kneeling under the desk, leaned her chin on Caitlyn’s thigh with that maddening smirk. "So, Professor," she teased, her voice a honeyed drawl, "did I exceed expectations?"

Caitlyn shot her a sharp glare, but the blush rising on her cheeks betrayed her. "Get up," she ordered, her tone clipped. "And wipe that smirk off your face before I decide to wipe it off myself."

Vi chuckled, standing up with ease, her grin only widening. “Whatever you say, Professor.”

Vi stopped in her tracks, hand hovering over the doorknob, when Caitlyn’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"Stay."

Vi turned, raising an eyebrow at the commanding tone. Before she could reply with some cheeky remark, Caitlyn was already in front of her, her long fingers cupping Vi’s face with surprising tenderness. The kiss that followed was anything but gentle—a claiming, a reminder of who was in charge.

When Caitlyn pulled back, her piercing blue eyes locked onto Vi’s, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Let me make something clear, Vi. You might think this is just about sex, but while we’re doing this—while I’m fucking you—you don’t go around sleeping with anyone else." Her thumb brushed over Vi’s cheek, deceptively soft compared to the edge in her tone.

Vi swallowed, suddenly unable to summon her usual cocky retorts. Since when is her professor so extremely possessive?

Caitlyn leaned in closer, her lips grazing Vi’s ear as she added, "No one can fuck you like I do, and if you try to find out, you’ll regret it. I’m possessive, Vi. Don’t test me."

The words sent a shiver down Vi’s spine. Caitlyn’s dominance was undeniable, and despite herself, Vi felt her body respond. "Understood, Professor," Vi muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Caitlyn smirked, satisfied. "Good girl."

Vi stared up at Caitlyn, her cheeks flushed, her usual bravado completely stripped away. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat, before finally speaking in a quiet, almost timid voice.

"Am I… am I allowed to kiss you now?"

Caitlyn’s smirk widened, her blue eyes glinting with amusement and satisfaction.

She tilted Vi’s chin up slightly with her fingers, running her thumb over Vi’s bottom lip as if she were considering it.

"Such a good girl," Caitlyn murmured, her tone dripping with control. She leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. "You can kiss me when I say you can kiss me."

Vi nodded, her heart pounding in her chest, her submissive side completely taking over. Caitlyn waited a beat, enjoying the power she held over Vi, before finally brushing her lips against Vi’s in a slow, deliberate kiss that left no doubt who was in charge.

Vi slumped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, still replaying every moment from Caitlyn's office in her mind. Her lips curled into a faint smirk, but she quickly wiped it away when Jinx spoke up.

"So," Jinx began, tinkering with a small device that sparked every so often. "Was she that good, or are you just stuck in dreamland for fun?"

Vi rolled onto her side, pretending to yawn. "Don’t know what you’re talking about, Powder."

Jinx looked up, narrowing her eyes. "Oh, please. You’ve got the glow, Vi. The I-just-had-the-fuck-of-my-life glow. Who was she?"

Vi groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her sister. "Mind your business."

Jinx caught the pillow with ease, smirking as she tossed it aside. "That bad, huh? You’re being all cagey, which means she’s either someone I know or someone you definitely shouldn’t be messing around with." She leaned in with mock curiosity.

"Was it someone’s girlfriend? Someone older? Oooh, scandalous."

Vi shrugged, doing her best to act casual, though her reddening ears gave her away. "It’s not like that. Just a one-time thing."

Jinx raised an eyebrow. "Right. Well, whoever she is, she’s got you acting weird, so she must’ve been incredible."

Vi muttered something incoherent, burying her face in her hands. She wasn’t about to admit that the "someone" was her professor.

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Jinx leaned casually against the hallway wall, arms crossed and smirking at her sister. "So, Vi, what's got you all fidgety today? Not that you’ve been acting strangely in the last few weeks already."

Vi cleared her throat, glancing at her phone. "Just wondering if you're crashing at the dorm tonight or, you know, causing trouble elsewhere." Her tone was casual, but the question was clearly a diversion.

Jinx raised an eyebrow. "And why do you care?"

Vi shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "Got a test coming up. Professor Kiramman’s a nightmare, and I need the peace to study without your… explosions in the background." She gave Jinx a pointed look, hoping the lie would stick.

Jinx raised an eyebrow a smirk forming, that screamed she wasn’t buying a word of it. "You? Studying? For Professor Kiramman’s test? That’s rich."

Vi shoved her hands into her pockets, her voice as casual as she could muster. "What? I can’t suddenly care about my grades?"

Jinx snorted. "Oh, please. You’ve never cared about grades in your life, and everyone knows Professor Kiramman is the meanest, most no-nonsense professor on campus. If anything, you’d be avoiding her class like the plague, not pretending to study for her."

"Yeah, well, maybe I don’t wanna fail," Vi shot back, shifting uncomfortably under Jinx’s piercing gaze.

"Uh-huh," Jinx said, dragging out the word as she studied her sister. "So, you’re telling me you’re skipping out on every girl on campus—including Sarah Fortune, who’s super hot , by the way—just so you can, what, memorize crime scene protocols or something?"

Vi glanced up from her phone, trying to play it cool. "What are you talking about?”

Jinx rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. You’re acting like a whole new person. You don’t even flirt anymore. You’ve been turning down girls left and right. Sarah Fortune practically threw herself at you last night, and you just walked away. You’ve got this stupid smirk on your face half the time, and I know it’s not because of me. So, who’s the girl?

Vi huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Look, are you at the dorm tonight or not? I’m just trying to figure out if I’ll have peace and quiet to, you know, focus."

Jinx squinted at her, a sly grin creeping across her face. "You’re the worst liar ever. What’s really going on, Vi? And don’t give me the 'test' excuse again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re scared of Professor Kiramman."

Vi barked out a laugh, though it sounded forced even to her. "Scared? Nah. She’s just… intense, you know? Always breathing down your neck, making sure you’re doing the work. Total hard-ass."

Jinx leaned in closer, her grin turning into a knowing smirk. "Is that what we’re calling it now? 'Breathing down your neck' sounds a lot like code for something else. What did you do, Vi? Did you piss her off? Or is she the reason you’ve been so... distracted lately?"

Vi groaned, realizing she’d walked right into Jinx’s trap. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re hiding something," Jinx countered. "But fine, don’t tell me. Just know I’m not buying this whole 'studying' thing for a second."

As Jinx turned to leave, she tossed a final remark over her shoulder. "Oh, and don’t be too loud with your learning tonight, okay? The walls are thin."

Vi sighed, her face heating up as Jinx disappeared down the hallway, cackling to herself.

Vi leaned against the wall, her fingers hovering over her phone as she nervously tapped out a message. She knew it was risky—hell, downright dangerous—but she couldn’t help herself. Spending time with Caitlyn outside of their usual… activities was something she wanted, even if she couldn’t admit why.

She hit send before she could overthink it:

Vi: Hey. I know it’s kinda risky, but… wanna come over to my dorm tonight? My sister isn’t around. We’ll be alone.

Vi stared at her phone, her heart pounding as she waited for Caitlyn’s reply. Seconds felt like hours. Her professor wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks, and Vi knew that inviting her into her space was pushing boundaries in more ways than one.

Finally, her phone buzzed.

Caitlyn: Are you certain we’ll be alone?

Vi grinned, a thrill running through her as she typed back:

Vi: 100%. Just us. Promise.

Another pause. Then:

Caitlyn: I’ll consider it. Behave yourself until I decide.

Vi laughed under her breath, shaking her head. Even through a text, Caitlyn managed to sound commanding. She sent one last playful response before pocketing her phone:

Vi: Don’t keep me waiting, Professor.

Now all she had to do was hope Caitlyn would take the risk—and that she could keep Jinx’s suspicions at bay for just one night.

Vi sighed heavily, already annoyed as Sarah Fortune blocked her path. The redhead had that familiar smirk on her face, the one she always wore when she was after something—or someone.

"Come on, Vi," Sarah purred, stepping closer. "You can't tell me you haven’t missed what we had. I certainly have."

Vi rubbed the back of her neck, trying to sidestep her. "Look, Sarah, it was fun while it lasted, but I'm not interested. Just drop it, alright?"

Sarah’s smile faltered but quickly returned, this time with a sly edge. "Oh, come on. Don't play coy with me, Lane. I know you’re not tied down. What's stopping us from having a little more fun?"

Vi clenched her jaw, her patience wearing thin. The truth was, she was tied down—well, sort of—but she couldn’t exactly say that. Caitlyn had been the only person on her mind lately, and Sarah’s persistence was grating on her nerves.

"Sarah, seriously, I—"

"Is there a problem here?"

The familiar clipped tone sent a shiver down Vi’s spine. Caitlyn Kiramman appeared seemingly out of nowhere, her sharp blue eyes scanning the scene. Her expression was calm, composed, but there was an unmistakable edge to her voice.

"Ms. Lane looks rather uncomfortable," Caitlyn continued, her gaze flicking to Sarah. "I’d like to know why."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sudden interruption. "Oh, no problem here, Professor," she said with a slightly mocking tone. "Just catching up with a friend."

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "It didn’t look like Ms. Lane wanted to ‘catch up.’ I suggest you respect her wishes and move along, Ms. Fortune."

Sarah hesitated, clearly irritated but unwilling to push back against someone like Professor Kiramman. She threw one last glance at Vi, her smirk now tinged with bitterness. "Fine. Your loss, Lane."

As Sarah strutted off, Caitlyn turned her full attention to Vi, her gaze softening but still tinged with something possessive. "Are you alright, Ms. Lane?" she asked, her voice quieter now.

Vi nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Yeah. Thanks for stepping in. She wouldn’t back off."

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a subtle smirk. "It seems Ms. Fortune doesn’t handle rejection well. But you…" Her eyes lingered on Vi, her tone dipping just slightly.

"You should be more careful about who you give your attention to. I’d hate to see you in an… uncomfortable situation again."

Vi swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. Caitlyn’s words were careful, professional on the surface, but Vi could feel the hidden meaning behind them.

"Noted, Professor," Vi murmured, her voice lower than she intended.

Caitlyn gave a small nod, her composure fully intact. "Good. Now, don’t you have somewhere to be?"

Vi smirked despite herself. "Yeah. Guess I’ll see you later… Professor."

Caitlyn’s eyes flashed briefly, her expression unreadable as she turned and walked away, leaving Vi standing there, her heart racing.

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As the clock ticked closer to 1 AM, Vi found herself pacing in her dorm. The room was unusually tidy for once—Jinx wasn’t around to clutter it with her gadgets, and Vi had taken the rare step of cleaning up, just in case. She kept glancing at her phone, re-reading Caitlyn’s brief confirmation text.

"1AM. Your room. Don’t keep me waiting, Violet."

The words sent a shiver down her spine every time she read them.

The dormitory was eerily quiet, the usual buzz of late-night conversations and music silenced as most students had turned in. Vi cracked open the window slightly, letting the cool night air brush against her skin as she waited.

At exactly 1 AM, there was a soft knock at the door. Vi’s pulse quickened as she rushed to open it, finding Caitlyn standing there, impeccably dressed as always, though her high-waisted pants and buttoned blouse had a slightly more casual air.

Caitlyn glanced around the hallway before stepping inside, her heels clicking softly against the floor. As Vi closed the door behind her, Caitlyn’s piercing blue eyes met hers, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Not bad, Vi," Caitlyn remarked, glancing around the room, as she took off her coat and put it over Vis's chair. "I expected… less order."

Vi shrugged, grinning. "Had to make it look decent, y’know? Figured you wouldn’t like stepping into chaos."

Caitlyn’s smirk widened slightly as she stepped closer, her presence commanding as always. "Smart girl. Perhaps you’re learning after all."

Vi couldn’t help but chuckle nervously, scratching the back of her neck. "So, uh… you made it."

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. "Did you doubt me?"
Before Vi could respond, Caitlyn’s hand reached up, brushing along Vi’s jawline. The simple touch sent a jolt through her, and she swallowed hard, her grin faltering under Caitlyn’s intense gaze.

"You’re awfully quiet all of a sudden," Caitlyn murmured, her voice low, teasing. "What happened to the cocky little brat I see in class?"

Vi smirked, her confidence returning just a bit. "She’s here… just waiting for the right moment."

Caitlyn leaned in, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear as she whispered, "Don’t keep me waiting, then."

The words sent a thrill through Vi as she pulled Caitlyn closer, her lips crashing against hers. The room suddenly felt electric, the quiet of the dorm forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

Vi grinned against Caitlyn’s lips, her hands moving with confidence as she guided the older woman backward until the back of Caitlyn’s knees hit the edge of the bed. With a gentle but firm push, Caitlyn found herself seated, her usually commanding posture slightly undone as Vi crawled onto the bed, straddling her lap.

"You’re so fucking gorgeous," Vi whispered, her voice low and teasing as she kissed Caitlyn’s jawline, trailing down to her neck. "Bet you’ll look even better when I ride you."

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her piercing gaze locking onto Vi’s. "Bold of you to assume I’ll just let you take the lead, Ms. Lane."

Vi smirked, her hands moving to the waistband of Caitlyn’s pants, fingers toying with the button. "You’re letting me now, aren’t you? Guess you’re curious about how good I can make you feel."

Caitlyn’s lips quirked into a small, amused smile, her composure intact even as Vi’s confidence surged. "I’ll allow it—for now," she murmured, leaning back slightly against the bed, her arms resting at her sides in a rare moment of submission.

Vi’s breath hitched at the sight, her hands swiftly unzipping Caitlyn’s pants, tugging them down just enough to reveal the lacy fabric beneath. Her hands roamed over Caitlyn’s thighs, her grin widening as she whispered, "Knew you’d look amazing like this."

Caitlyn let out a soft, almost amused hum, her gaze never leaving Vi’s. "Impress me, then. Let’s see if you’re as good as you claim to be."

Vi chuckled, her confidence unwavering as she leaned down to kiss Caitlyn again, her hands continuing their exploration. "Oh, I’ll do more than impress you, Professor."

Caitlyn’s breath hitched as Vi hovered over her, both of them stripped bare, their bodies flushed and pressed together. Caitlyn leaned back slightly against the pillows, her icy-blue eyes fixed on Vi’s every move. Her hands rested firmly on Vi's hips, her grip possessive but steady, showing that even now, she was the one in control.

"So," Caitlyn murmured, her voice low and commanding, "are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to fuck me like you said you would?"

Vi smirked, her confidence never wavering as she brushed her lips against Caitlyn’s jawline, purposefully dragging out the moment. "Patience, Professor," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief. "The best things are worth waiting for, aren’t they?"

Caitlyn arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sly smile. "I wasn’t aware you were such a tease. But I’ll warn you, Vi—my patience has limits."

With a chuckle, Vi positioned herself, holding onto Caitlyn’s shoulders for support as she guided herself down. Caitlyn let out a low groan as Vi finally sank onto her cock, moving slow enough to make her professor’s jaw tighten.

Vi’s head fell back slightly as she adjusted to the fullness, a gasp escaping her lips. She grinned wickedly, her hands bracing against Caitlyn’s chest. "There. Happy now?"

Caitlyn’s grip on her hips tightened as her voice dipped into a husky growl. "Not until you move, Lane."

Taking the challenge in stride, Vi began to roll her hips, her teasing smile still in place. She set a deliberate rhythm, taking her time as she relished every reaction Caitlyn gave her. As the tension between them built, Caitlyn’s composed demeanor started to crack, her hands guiding Vi’s movements with increasing urgency.

"You really like to push me, don’t you?" Caitlyn said through gritted teeth, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and desire.

Vi leaned forward, her lips brushing against Caitlyn’s ear as she whispered, "And you love every second of it."

Caitlyn’s hands slid up Vi’s body, her fingers brushing over the curve of her waist before firmly cupping her breasts. She kneaded them roughly, her thumbs grazing over sensitive peaks as Vi gasped into her mouth. Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, teeth grazing and tongues tangling, the room filled with the sound of their heavy breaths and the rhythm of their bodies moving together.

Vi braced herself against Caitlyn’s shoulders, picking up her pace as she rode her harder, the movements growing more frantic. Caitlyn responded in kind, her grip tightening and her hips bucking upward to meet Vi’s thrusts, matching the aggression with an intensity that left them both breathless.

"God, Vi," Caitlyn growled against her lips, her voice ragged and commanding. "You really don’t hold back, do you?"

Vi smirked, her head falling back slightly as she quickened her movements. "I could say the same about you, Professor," she teased, her voice hitching with pleasure.

Caitlyn let out a low, guttural sound, her hands trailing back down to Vi’s hips to guide her. With every roll of Vi’s hips, Caitlyn thrust up harder, meeting her with the same ferocity. The desk, the walls—everything in the room seemed to fade as they lost themselves in each other, the intensity of their passion driving them both closer to the edge.

Caitlyn's grip on Vi's hips tightened, her nails digging into her skin as she thrust up with renewed force. Her blue eyes locked on Vi's flushed face, a wicked smirk curling her lips.

"Relax. You can let go—I’m on the pill. I’ve got us covered since we started this."

"Oh, is that so, Violet?" Caitlyn's voice was low and commanding, dripping with dominance as she teased Vi with her thrusts. "You’ve been planning this, haven’t you? Taking the pill, just so I could fill you up whenever I want."

Vi moaned, her hands clutching Caitlyn’s shoulders as her professor’s words sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes, Professor," she gasped between breaths, "just for you."

Caitlyn groaned, the admission fanning the flames of her arousal. "Good girl," she purred, her thrusts becoming rougher and more deliberate. "You’re mine, Vi. No one else gets to have you like this."

Vi’s breath hitched, her body trembling at the raw authority in Caitlyn’s tone.

"Yours," she managed to whisper, her head falling forward against Caitlyn’s as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm.

"Then take it," Caitlyn growled, her control slipping as she chased her climax. "Every... last... drop."

With a few final, forceful thrusts, Caitlyn buried herself deep inside Vi, her release hitting her like a tidal wave. She groaned loudly, her head tilting back as she filled Vi completely, her dominance unwavering even in the throes of pleasure.

Vi whimpered, the warmth spreading inside her pushing her over the edge as her own orgasm crashed through her. Her legs trembled as she clung to Caitlyn, their breaths mingling as they rode out their highs together, the intensity leaving them both utterly spent.

Vi remained seated on Caitlyn's lap, her arms loosely draped around Caitlyn's neck. Her breathing was still uneven, and a faint blush lingered on her cheeks. She nuzzled closer, resting her forehead against Caitlyn's.

"Thanks for coming over," Vi murmured softly, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I know it’s risky, but… it means a lot that you did."

Caitlyn’s hands, which had been resting on Vi’s hips, moved to gently caress her back. Her lips curled into a faint smirk, though her eyes softened.

"Risky doesn’t even begin to cover it," Caitlyn replied, her tone both amused and serious. "But I couldn’t resist. You’re impossible to ignore, Vi."

Vi grinned at the compliment, her fingers toying with the loose strands of Caitlyn's messy ponytail. "Well, I’m glad you didn’t. This... whatever we have, it’s been the best thing in my life for weeks now."

Caitlyn raised a brow, her smirk growing. "I’d hope so, considering how often you beg me to ruin you."

Vi chuckled, her cocky demeanor returning for a moment before she leaned in to kiss Caitlyn’s jawline tenderly. "Guess I’m just addicted, Professor."

Caitlyn let out a low laugh, her hands tightening their hold on Vi briefly. "Good. Because now that you’ve got me here, I’m not going anywhere until I’m absolutely sure you’ve learned your lesson."

Vi's grin turned mischievous as she leaned back slightly, her hands trailing down Caitlyn’s chest in deliberate, teasing strokes. “You talk a big game, Professor,” she purred, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I wonder… do you still have anything left in you after what I just did to you?”

Caitlyn’s brow arched, her lips pressing into a thin line, though her eyes glinted with warning. “You’re treading on thin ice, Ms. Lane,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

Vi’s smirk widened as she slid her hips slightly against Caitlyn, deliberately testing her patience. “Oh, am I? Because I don’t think you’ve got what it takes to—”

Before Vi could finish her sentence, Caitlyn moved with lightning speed. She gripped Vi by her hips and flipped her onto her back on the bed, pinning her wrists above her head with one strong hand. The other hand pressed firmly against Vi’s chest, holding her in place.

Vi gasped, her cocky demeanor faltering for a split second before a delighted laugh bubbled up from her throat. “There she is,” Vi whispered, her voice breathless with excitement. “That’s the Professor I wanted.”

Caitlyn’s face hovered close to hers, her expression cold yet burning with intensity. “You don’t learn, do you?” she murmured, her free hand trailing down Vi’s body with a possessive touch. “You keep begging for trouble, thinking you can handle it. But I think it’s time you understood exactly who’s always in charge here.”

Vi’s grin returned, her breath hitching as Caitlyn’s hand gripped her thigh, her nails digging in just enough to send a shiver up Vi’s spine. “Then show me,” Vi challenged, her voice dripping with defiance. “Make me remember who’s in charge.”

Caitlyn’s smirk was predatory as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear as she whispered, “Oh, I will. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t even think about teasing me again.”

And with that, Caitlyn claimed Vi’s lips in a bruising kiss, her dominance unmistakable as she began to take control completely.

Vi squirmed beneath Caitlyn, testing the grip on her wrists. “Come on, Professor,” she teased, her voice breathy. “Let me touch you—”

“Absolutely not,” Caitlyn interrupted, her tone commanding as she pressed Vi’s hands harder into the mattress. “You lost that privilege the second you started being a brat.”

Before Vi could muster another quip, Caitlyn adjusted herself, and without hesitation, she thrusts into Vi again. The sudden movement drew a sharp gasp from Vi, her defiance melting into moans as Caitlyn set an unrelenting rhythm.

“You really don’t know when to stop,” Caitlyn growled, her voice thick with authority. Her grip on Vi’s wrists tightened, her nails grazing lightly against Vi’s skin. “Always so eager to push my limits—let’s see how well you take it when I push yours.”

Vi’s head tilted back, her resolve crumbling as Caitlyn’s pace grew more intense.

“Oh, fuck,” Vi breathed, her hips instinctively moving to meet Caitlyn’s thrusts despite being completely pinned.

“Stay still,” Caitlyn ordered, her voice low and firm. “You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll do it without a single complaint.”

Vi bit her lip, her body arching beneath Caitlyn’s, entirely at her mercy. Her voice trembled as she managed, “Yes, Professor…”

Caitlyn’s grip on Vi’s wrists tightened as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear. “What was that, Lane?” she growled, her voice dark and commanding.
Vi’s breath hitched, her voice a trembling whisper. “Yes, Professor...”

Caitlyn thrust deeper, her pace unforgiving, forcing a loud moan from Vi’s lips. “I said speak louder,” Caitlyn demanded, her tone sharp as she pulled back slightly, angling her hips to drive even harder into Vi.

Vi cried out, her body trembling beneath Caitlyn’s control. “Yes, Professor!” she exclaimed, her voice louder now, echoing in the room.

“That’s better,” Caitlyn said, her lips curving into a smug smirk. Her thrusts grew more forceful, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Vi’s body as she continued. “When I tell you to do something, you obey—do you understand me?”

“Yes, Professor!” Vi moaned again, her voice desperate as Caitlyn drove her completely to the edge, as she closed her eyes. Caitlyn’s dominance left no room for resistance, and Vi gave herself over entirely to the control of her professor.

Caitlyn’s hand slid up to grip Vi’s jaw, forcing her head back as she locked eyes with her. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, Lane,” she commanded, her tone laced with dominance.

Vi whimpered beneath her, her eyes fluttering momentarily, but Caitlyn tightened her grip, ensuring Vi didn’t look away. “I said watch,” Caitlyn growled, her thrusts deep and relentless. “You’re going to look me in the eyes while I fuck you like the needy little whore you are. Understand?”

“Yes, Professor,” Vi panted, her gaze fixed on Caitlyn’s piercing blue eyes. Her body trembled with every forceful thrust, the intensity of Caitlyn’s dominance overwhelming.

“Good girl,” Caitlyn purred, a smirk spreading across her lips as she continued to move, each thrust drawing louder cries from Vi. “You’re mine, Lane, and you’ll remember that every time you look in the mirror. No one else will ever fuck you like this.”

Vi’s breath hitched, her voice trembling as she met Caitlyn’s dominant gaze. With the last shred of her resistance, she smirked weakly, whispering, “Then show me, Professor. Show me how no one else can fuck me like you.”

Caitlyn’s eyes darkened, fury and lust intertwining as her grip on Vi’s hips tightened. “Oh, you’re such a slut,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. She thrust into Vi with a force and precision that left the smaller woman gasping. The relentless rhythm drove Vi to the edge, her defiance crumbling under Caitlyn’s intensity.

Vi clawed at the sheets, her moans turning desperate as she felt herself losing control. “Please, Professor,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please let me cum—I need to, I can’t hold it!”

Caitlyn leaned down, her lips brushing Vi’s ear as she snarled, “Then ask me properly.” Her thrusts didn’t falter, each one driving Vi closer to the inevitable.

Vi cried out, her pride gone as she sobbed, “Please, Professor Caitlyn, let me cum! I need it—I’ll be good, I promise!”

Caitlyn growled against Vi’s lips, capturing them in a bruising kiss as her thrusts grew erratic. The tension in her body snapped, and with a low groan, she spilled deep inside Vi, her warmth filling her completely.

Vi’s body arched, the sensation of Caitlyn claiming her pushing her over the edge.

She cried out into the kiss, her release soaking Caitlyn’s cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. Vi clung to Caitlyn’s shoulders, her breath hitching as she tried to recover from the intensity of it all.

Caitlyn’s hands softened their grip, sliding up to cradle Vi’s face as she deepened the kiss, both of them lost in the moment. Finally breaking away, Caitlyn whispered, “You’re mine, Vi. Don’t you dare forget it.”

Caitlyn slowly pulled out of Vi, both of them wincing at the sensitivity. She collapsed beside Vi, her chest rising and falling heavily as she tried to catch her breath. The silence between them was filled with the sound of their panting, the room still heavy with the scent of their passion.

Vi turned her head, a lazy smile tugging at her lips as she murmured, “Yeah... I’m yours, Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn chuckled softly, too tired to reply, and simply reached out to pull Vi close.

Vi nestled into her side, both of them utterly spent. Within moments, exhaustion claimed them, and they drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, tangled in each other’s arms.

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The next morning, Caitlyn and Vi jolted awake, eyes wide with panic as the sound of the door unlocking echoed through the room. Vi scrambled to grab her shirt, throwing it on in haste.

“Hide,” Vi hissed, her voice low but frantic, pushing Caitlyn toward the covers. “Please, Caitlyn, just—act like you’re not here. It’ll look like I’m still sleeping. No one can know.”

Caitlyn nodded, her heart racing, and quickly slipped beneath the blankets, trying to compose herself. Vi lay back down, trying to appear as though she hadn’t just been caught in a compromising position.

The door creaked open, and Jinx’s voice rang out, “Vi? You up yet?”

Vi held her breath, hoping the tension in the air wouldn’t give them away. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, as she heard Jinx approach the bed.

Jinx poked Vi's cheek, a casual gesture that sent a wave of panic through Vi's body.

Vi remained perfectly still, her breath held, not daring to make a sound. Jinx, seemingly uninterested, shrugged and turned away, throwing herself onto her own side of the room and lying back in bed.

The air in the room felt thick with tension as Vi dared not even breathe too loudly, hoping Jinx wouldn't notice anything unusual. The silence felt deafening as Jinx shifted in her bed, and Vi remained frozen, heart pounding, waiting for the moment to pass. She had no idea how much longer she could keep still, but for now, she had no choice but to wait and hope Jinx wouldn't suspect a thing, before even thinking of moving.

Vi lay there, heart racing, every second feeling like an eternity. She was hyper-aware of every breath she took, hoping it didn't sound too loud in the tense silence.

Jinx, on the other hand, seemed content, curled up in her own bed, but Vi couldn't shake the feeling that something could go wrong at any moment.

Each passing minute stretched on, and Vi silently begged for Jinx to either fall asleep or leave the room. The tension in the air was suffocating. Her mind raced with the thought that at any moment, Jinx might pick up on something, or worse, find Caitlyn under the sheets.

As the minutes dragged on, the room stayed eerily still. Vi clenched her fists under the blanket, trying to keep her nerves in check, praying for a reprieve from the suffocating suspense.

Vi stiffened at the faint sound of Caitlyn's annoyed whisper tickling her ear from under the blanket.

"I need air, Vi," Caitlyn hissed, barely audible. "Do you want me to suffocate under here?"

Vi gritted her teeth, trying not to laugh or groan at the same time. This was not how she imagined their morning after going.

"Shh!" Vi whispered back sharply, eyes darting to Jinx, who seemed blissfully unaware as she scrolled on her phone. "You’ll blow our cover. Just… hold out a little longer."

Caitlyn's irritation was palpable even through her quiet words. "I swear, Vi, if your sister hears—"

"She won’t," Vi cut her off quickly, shooting an awkward grin in Jinx's direction when her sister briefly glanced over.

Caitlyn muttered something unintelligible under her breath, shifting slightly under the blankets in a way that made Vi's already tense body tighten even further. This is hell, Caitlyn thought bitterly.

Jinx walking over to the window, where their shared computer stands, putting her headphones on, as she turns it on.

As the heavy bass from Jinx’s headphones filled the room, Vi finally let out a quiet, shaky exhale, her tense shoulders relaxing just a fraction.

"Thank God," Vi murmured under her breath, carefully lifting the edge of the blanket to give Caitlyn some air.

Caitlyn emerged, her hair slightly disheveled and her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. She glared at Vi, her lips pressed into a tight line. "This is ridiculous."

Vi smirked sheepishly, her voice low. "Hey, at least we didn’t get caught. You’re still alive, Professor."

Caitlyn shot her a look that could’ve withered flowers, then shifted to sit more comfortably under the covers, keeping as hidden as possible. "You owe me for this, Vi. Big time."

Vi bit her lip to suppress a laugh, trying to keep her eyes from lingering too long on Caitlyn's flustered state. "Fine, fine. I’ll make it up to you."

The two of them fell into a tense silence, broken only by the muffled sound of music from Jinx’s headphones.

Vi kept her eyes locked on Jinx's back, her movements slow and deliberate. She reached down, gathering Caitlyn's scattered clothes from the floor. Holding the neatly folded pile, she slid them under the blanket with a quick whisper, "Here, get dressed."

Caitlyn’s hand darted out to grab the clothes, her touch brushing against Vi’s fingers in a hurried exchange. Underneath the blanket, Caitlyn fumbled to put them on, the tight space and awkward angle making the task far more difficult than it should’ve been.

Vi tried not to laugh, biting her lip as she threw on her own shirt and jeans. Every now and then, she glanced nervously at Jinx, who was too engrossed in whatever video she was watching to notice the chaos behind her.

“Could you make this harder?” Caitlyn hissed in a barely audible whisper, clearly frustrated.

“You’re doing great,” Vi murmured back sarcastically, crouching slightly to tuck the edge of the blanket more securely around Caitlyn for extra cover.

It was a slow and clumsy process, but Caitlyn eventually managed to get dressed without drawing Jinx's attention. Finally, Caitlyn whispered, "Now, how exactly am I supposed to leave without her noticing?"

Vi scratched the back of her head, trying to think of a plan that wouldn’t land them both in a world of trouble.

Vi leaned in close to the blanket, speaking in a low whisper. “Why don’t you just, y’know, open the door and leave? Pretend you’re a gust of wind or something. Powder’ll think it’s nothing.”

Under the blanket, Caitlyn glared at her through the slight opening, her face full of irritation. “A gust of wind? Really? She could turn around at any second. Do you have any idea what would happen if she saw me—your professor—in your shared dorm?”

Vi smirked, unable to resist teasing her. “Relax, Cupcake. You’re stressing way too much.”

Caitlyn froze for a second, her glare intensifying, eyes narrowed to piercing slits.

“Don’t ever call me that,” she hissed through clenched teeth, though her lips twitched slightly, as if fighting the tiniest hint of a smile.

Vi chuckled softly, leaning back against her bedpost. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn’s stare could’ve burned holes through steel, but Vi caught the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. Still, she tried to refocus. “We need a real plan, Vi. And it better not involve me becoming a ‘wind blow.’”

Vi rolled her eyes, thinking. “Fine. How about we wait until she’s distracted enough, then you make a quick dash for it? I’ll cause some noise to make her look the other way.”

Caitlyn sighed, rubbing her temples under the blanket. “If this goes wrong, you’re going to regret it.”

“Don’t worry, Cupcake. I’ve got you.”

The glare returned, sharp as ever, but Vi could tell Caitlyn secretly didn’t hate it.

As Caitlyn turned the knob and cracked the door open, she peered cautiously into the hallway. Her luck took a swift turn for the worse as she spotted a group of students heading her way. Their laughter and footsteps grew louder as they approached, leaving Caitlyn no chance to slip out unnoticed.

Panic surged through her as she quickly turned back and, in her haste, slammed the door shut a little too forcefully. The sharp BANG reverberated through the small dorm room.

Jinx, seated at her computer, immediately perked up and glanced over her shoulder. “What the hell was that?” she muttered, starting to turn fully around.

Vi shot up from the bed, feigning grogginess. “Ugh... that was me,” she said, her voice thick with fake sleepiness. “Kicked the wall in my sleep. Guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

Jinx squinted, clearly suspicious, but she didn’t press further. Instead, she shrugged and turned back to her computer. “Maybe stop dreaming about punching people for once,” she quipped, sliding her headphones back on.

Caitlyn was frozen in place, her back pressed against the door. She gave Vi a withering glare, whispering harshly, “Your excuse is as bad as your ability to stay quiet.”

Vi shot her a lopsided grin and whispered back, “Worked, didn’t it?”

But the tension wasn’t gone. If Jinx turned around even slightly, there was no way she wouldn’t see Caitlyn. The room was far too small for her presence to go unnoticed. Caitlyn clenched her jaw, weighing her options.

Vi quickly sprung into action, launching herself from the bed and slamming her hands down on Jinx's desk with a loud thud. Her voice came out sharp and commanding, trying to deflect Jinx's attention away from Caitlyn. "So, where the hell were you last night, Powder?" she demanded, her tone playful yet with an underlying edge of curiosity.

Jinx jumped slightly in her seat, clearly startled by Vi's sudden movement and the intensity of her question. "What? Damn, you got up fast," Jinx muttered, a little taken aback by the energy Vi had. She glanced at Vi, but before she could react further, Vi quickly shifted her body between Jinx and the rest of the room, carefully blocking her view.

Vi leaned in closer, practically looming over Jinx in a way that made it hard for her to look away. "You didn’t answer me. Where were you last night?" she pressed, her tone casual but with a subtle urgency.

Jinx, distracted by Vi's assertiveness and the sudden proximity, just shrugged and looked away. "Out, I guess. Got some things done. Why are you so worked up about it?"

Vi chuckled lightly, but the tension in the room was palpable. Every move she made was calculated to keep Jinx from turning around and noticing Caitlyn, who was still standing, trying to remain as hidden as possible. "Just curious. You don’t usually disappear for so long, that's all," Vi responded smoothly, putting just enough emphasis on the "curious" part to keep Jinx from suspecting anything was off.

Jinx seemed to buy it, her focus shifting back to her computer screen, unaware of the danger lurking behind her. Vi, now feeling the pressure ease, carefully stepped back a little to give herself more space, but still kept herself positioned to block Jinx's view of Caitlyn. Every second counted as Caitlyn remained behind her, hoping the situation wouldn’t spiral out of control.

As Jinx slipped her headphones back on, losing herself in her music and work, Vi turned back to Caitlyn, her face a mix of curiosity and concern. "Why'd you slam the door like that?" Vi asked, lowering her voice. "That could've ended a lot worse. What if Powder saw you?"

Caitlyn glared at Vi, her eyes full of irritation but also a hint of worry. "What else was I supposed to do?" she snapped quietly, the edge in her voice betraying her frustration. "There were students right outside, and if they'd seen me leave your room... What do you think they'd think about Professor Kiramman leaving the room of the womanizer?" Her tone was biting, the tension between them palpable.

Vi's smirk faded slightly, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "You think they'd talk?" she asked, her voice dropping lower, not wanting to make it worse.

"Shit, you're right... that could raise a lot of questions."

Caitlyn ran a hand through her hair, clearly feeling the pressure. "Exactly. And I can't afford that," she muttered, glancing toward the door as if expecting someone to burst in at any moment. "If people knew... if anyone found out what we're doing, it'd ruin both of us. My career, your reputation—hell, everything."

Vi sighed, a bit of frustration creeping in as she threw herself back onto her bed. "I didn’t exactly plan this, you know," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "But it’s not like I regret it... just... damn. This is a mess."

Caitlyn met her gaze, her eyes hard. "A mess we need to be careful with, Vi. One slip-up and it's all over."

Vi nodded slowly, realizing the gravity of the situation. Despite the connection and the attraction between them, there were serious consequences for their actions.

Still, Caitlyn’s words stuck with her—everything was at risk if anyone found out.

Caitlyn crossed her arms, her frustration palpable as she turned to Vi. "So, how exactly do you suggest I leave?" she asked, her tone clipped. "I can't stay here. Your sister could turn around at any second, and there are students outside. We're on the fourth floor—climbing out of a window isn't an option, if this ridiculous ideas crossed your mind."

Vi paced the room, trying to think of a solution. "Okay, okay," she muttered to herself. "What if you just... leave like you're not in a rush? Act normal, like you're visiting a friend. You could walk past the hall and blend in with the crowd."

Caitlyn gave her a skeptical look. "Do you seriously think that will work? What if someone stops me, or if someone sees me? I can't risk it, Vi."

Vi bit her lip, trying to think of something else. The silence between them was tense, neither of them wanting to make a wrong move. Finally, she shrugged. "Well, the only option is to wait. If Powder doesn’t turn around and you leave later, maybe when there’s fewer people in the hall, it’ll be less suspicious."

Caitlyn sighed, clearly not happy with the idea of waiting around, but it seemed like the only option. "Fine," she said, her voice dripping with irritation. "But if this goes south, I’m holding you responsible."

Vi gave her a wry smile. "Of course. You’ll just have to be patient, professor."

The two of them settled into an uneasy silence, waiting for the right moment to escape without being caught.

The tension in the room was thick as Caitlyn sat rigid, seething with impatience.

She glared at the door, her mind racing with frustration. Every minute that ticked by felt like an eternity, and she could hardly sit still. Her fingers clenched and unclenched as she tried to stay composed, though it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Vi, on the other hand, was fidgeting with her fingers, glancing over at Caitlyn now and then, but both of them avoided speaking. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the muffled bass from Jinx's headphones, a constant reminder of how close they were to being caught.

Vi’s mind was spinning, though she didn’t want to admit how much she was regretting this whole situation. It was risky, messy, and complicated. Yet, she couldn’t shake the pull between her and Caitlyn, the tension that had grown between them over time.

Caitlyn, despite her frustration, was struggling with her own thoughts. Every moment she sat in this dorm, hiding, only amplified how out of control this situation was becoming. She wasn’t used to waiting like this, to being the one stuck in the shadows. It made her feel vulnerable in a way that she hated.

Thirty minutes passed in agonizing silence. Vi glanced at the clock, then over at Caitlyn, noticing the tightness in her jaw, the way she was barely holding it together.

“I think we’ve waited long enough,” Vi finally whispered, her voice barely above the sound of Jinx's music. “Are you just going to sit there all day or are you going to make a move?”

Caitlyn's response was a sharp, almost imperceptible sigh as she stood, her eyes flicking toward the door. "I’m not staying here any longer," she muttered. "Let’s go, before someone notices."

Without another word, Caitlyn moved toward the door, the weight of their risk hanging heavy between them.

Caitlyn eased the door open, peeking cautiously into the hallway. It was finally empty. She exhaled sharply and turned back to Vi, her eyes a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement.

“This,” Caitlyn began, gesturing between them with a pointed finger, “should never have happened. Not after that night at the bar. And definitely not this—” her voice dropped, “a full-blown sexual affair.”

Vi smirked, leaning casually against her desk, arms crossed, as if Caitlyn’s words didn’t faze her. “Regret it that much, huh?” she teased, though there was a flicker of nervousness in her tone.

Caitlyn stepped closer, towering over Vi with an authoritative presence. “Don’t twist my words, Lane,” she said, her voice low and controlled. “I should regret this. It’s reckless, unprofessional, and completely out of line.”

Vi raised an eyebrow, her cocky demeanor faltering. “But?”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched, as if fighting a smirk. Her hand briefly brushed over Vi’s shoulder, lingering for a moment longer than it should have. “But you’re too damn good in bed for me to let you off the hook,” she admitted, her tone laced with reluctant humor. “And that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

Vi’s grin widened, her confidence returning. “Guess I’m doing something right, huh, Professor?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the faint smile creeping onto her lips.

“Don’t get cocky. This doesn’t mean I’m letting my guard down. Now, let me leave before your sister decides to turn around.”

Vi nodded, but the smug glint in her eyes said everything Caitlyn needed to know—Vi wasn’t planning to make walking away from this easy for her anytime soon.

Caitlyn paused at the doorway, her hand gripping the frame. She turned back, her blue eyes narrowed on Vi, who stood there with that insufferable, cocky grin. It was like a challenge Caitlyn couldn’t ignore. Before she could think better of it, she crossed the room in a few quick strides.

“Wipe that smirk off your face,” Caitlyn said, her voice low but commanding.

Vi opened her mouth to retort, but Caitlyn silenced her by leaning in and capturing her lips in a deep, unexpected kiss. It was intense, deliberate, and filled with the frustration and passion Caitlyn had tried so hard to repress. Vi’s breath hitched, her cockiness momentarily forgotten as she melted into the kiss.

When Caitlyn finally pulled back, her face was still close, her breath warm against Vi’s lips. “You’re infuriating,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice barely audible. “But I can’t stop myself from seeing you. It’s that damn attitude of yours—cocky and yet so willing to submit when I demand it.”

Vi blinked, stunned for a moment before a slow grin returned to her face. “Sounds like you’re a little obsessed with me, Professor.”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes but didn’t move away. “If you keep talking, you’ll regret it,” she said, her tone sharp, though the corners of her lips quirked upward. With that, she stepped back and smoothed her coat, her composure snapping back into place like a mask.

“Don’t make me regret this,” she said firmly, her voice cool once more. And then, without another word, Caitlyn turned and slipped out the door, leaving Vi to process what had just happened—and to think about when it might happen again.

As Vi turned around, she froze mid-turn, her nonchalant facade shattering as she found herself face-to-face with Jinx, standing far too close with that trademark smirk and a single eyebrow arched in suspicion.

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"Powder," Vi started, her voice an octave higher than usual. "What the hell are you—"

Jinx cut her off, leaning in just slightly, her grin widening. “You know, there’s a big difference between ‘needing space to study for Professor Kiramman’s lecture’ and—what was it again?—studying your professor’s anatomy.” She delivered the last words with a pointed, teasing drawl, her bright eyes gleaming with mischief.

Vi’s jaw dropped, and for a moment, no words came out. “I—what—” she sputtered, her mind racing for an excuse.

Jinx snickered, tilting her head. “Relax, sis. I’m not judging… much. But wow, you really went for the top of the class, huh?” She gestured vaguely toward the door Caitlyn had left through. “Guess that explains the... ‘extra credit.’”

“Powder!” Vi hissed, her cheeks blazing red as she tried to recover. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” Jinx said, mock-serious, crossing her arms. “I must have misheard Caitlyn basically storm out of here mumbling about bad decisions and how ‘good in bed’ you are. Totally innocent.” She gave Vi a playful shove. “I mean, what else could that mean?”

Vi groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re so predictable,” Jinx shot back, still smirking. “So, what’s next? A study group? Maybe a little field work in Professor Kiramman’s office?”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Vi snapped, but Jinx only laughed as she flopped back onto her bed.

Vi's eyes widened, realizing that Jinx had been far more observant than she had initially thought. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly tried to gather her thoughts. "You—wait, you knew all along?" she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

Jinx, still lounging comfortably on her bed, shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, I wasn't sure at first. But when I heard that door slam so hard, I figured something was up.

I mean, Professor Kiramman doesn't exactly strike me as the type to make a scene in public." She leaned forward, her smirk widening. "So, I looked out the window. And there she was, all flustered, trying to sneak out of the building."

Vi's mind raced, her pulse quickening. "You saw everything?" she asked, incredulous.

"Not everything," Jinx teased, tapping her fingers against the side of her head. "But enough to know what happened. And I recognized the coat. Professor Kiramman, with her pricey taste in clothes? Hard to miss on your chair." Jinx grinned. "I wasn't about to let that slip. I waited. Watched."

Vi groaned, covering her face with her hands. "You're unbelievable," she muttered, frustrated and embarrassed.

Jinx only laughed, clearly enjoying her sister's discomfort. "Hey, you brought this on yourself, Vi. I knew something was up when you were acting all weird. Not that I’m complaining. It’s kinda funny, actually."

"You're not gonna tell anyone, right?" Vi asked, her voice desperate.

Jinx shook her head, grinning. "No promises. But I’m not a rat. I’ll keep my mouth shut. For now." She tapped her finger against her temple. "But... you owe me, sis."

Vi sighed, sinking back against the wall, feeling both defeated and oddly relieved.

"I can’t believe you were watching. You're insane."

Jinx shrugged again. "I'm a curious person. Besides, it's fun watching you squirm."

She smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. "Just don't think you can get away with it next time. I’m keeping an eye on you, and your professor."

Vi couldn't help but chuckle despite the tension. "You're impossible," she muttered.

"And you," Jinx said with a wink, "are just as predictable."

Jinx leaned back against her bed, arms crossed as her grin widened. "So, tell me, dear sister, since when have you been screwing Professor Kiramman? And how the hell did that even happen? She's, like, way out of your league."

Vi, already fumbling with her phone, groaned audibly. She hesitated, her face heating up. "It's... uh... complicated," she mumbled, avoiding Jinx's piercing gaze.

Jinx barked out a laugh. "Complicated? What, did she just trip and fall on top of you? Come on, Vi. Spill. This is too good."

Before Vi could muster a response, her phone buzzed. She glanced down, seeing a new text from Caitlyn:

I made it home safely. Nobody saw me. You're lucky, Lane.

Vi smirked despite herself, unable to hide her satisfaction. Jinx immediately noticed the change in her expression and leaned over, trying to peek at the screen.

"Oh, no you don’t!" Vi said, quickly turning the phone away.

"What? Is that her?!" Jinx exclaimed, her laughter escalating. "Oh, man, this just keeps getting better."

Vi sighed, pocketing her phone. "Fine. You want the story? It just... happened, okay? One night after class, when I went to `The Last Drop´ with Evelynn and Akali, I bumped into her, we talked, and..." She trailed off, scratching the back of her head.

"And what?" Jinx pressed, practically bouncing with excitement. "She just looked at you and said, 'Hey, wanna study me instead?' Or did you somehow charm her with your awkward, womanizing self?"

Vi glared at her sister. "It wasn’t like that," she said, though the corner of her mouth twitched. "She was... different outside of class, alright? We clicked. And one thing led to another."

Jinx whistled, clearly impressed. "Clicked, huh? I’ll bet. Still doesn’t explain how you managed to land someone like her. She's, like, all refined and classy, and you're..."

"Don’t finish that sentence," Vi warned, pointing a finger at her.

Jinx laughed harder. "Alright, alright. But seriously, Vi. Be careful. If anyone finds out about this, it’s not just your ass on the line. You get that, right?"

Vi’s smirk faded slightly, and she nodded. "Yeah, I know. I’m being careful."

Jinx eyed her for a moment, then grinned again. "Still, though. You and Professor Kiramman. Never thought I’d see the day."

Vi rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small laugh. "Yeah, well. Life’s full of surprises."

"So Vi… ," Jinx begins as a mischievous smirks spreads on her face, "how’s The Dictator of Discipline in bed?

Vi froze mid-motion, her duffel bag hanging from one hand as she turned to give Jinx a sharp look. "Seriously, Powder? You’re really asking me that? And what’s with this nickname for her?"

Jinx smirked, reclining on her bed with her hands behind her head. "I mean, come on, Vi. You’re always bragging about your conquests, but this? This is, like, next level. It must be pretty damn good if you're saying no to Sarah Fortune."

Vi rolled her eyes and tried to focus on packing her gym clothes. "I don’t need to talk about this with you."

"But I heard what Caitlyn said to Sarah," Jinx continued, her voice full of amusement. "Something about how Sarah should be spending her time studying and learning to take no for an answer? She totally shut her down, didn’t she?"

Vi’s cheeks flushed, and she threw her hoodie into her bag with a bit more force than necessary. "She didn’t have to get involved. Sarah was being... persistent, okay? Caitlyn was just—"

"Marking her territory?" Jinx interrupted, laughing.

Vi glared at her, but Jinx was clearly having too much fun to care.

"Admit it," Jinx teased. "Professor Kiramman got jealous and couldn’t stand the idea of someone else hitting on you. That’s so hot."

"Would you shut up already?" Vi snapped, zipping up her bag. But there was no mistaking the faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Jinx grinned wider, leaning forward. "You didn’t deny it. So, come on. How is it?"

Vi hesitated for a moment, then smirked. "Let’s just say... it’s better than anything I’ve had before. And leave it at that."

Jinx let out a low whistle. "Damn. That good, huh? No wonder you’re hooked."

Vi slung her bag over her shoulder, rolling her eyes again. "I’m leaving before this conversation gets weirder."

Jinx waved her off with a laugh. "Alright, alright. Go punch some bags or whatever. But if I see Professor Prim-and-Proper acting all possessive again, you better believe I’m bringing popcorn and watch it."

Vi muttered something under her breath as she left, but the grin on her face said everything Jinx needed to know.

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The Kiramman estate’s grand dining hall was as stately as ever, with its long mahogany table adorned with crystal candelabras and a centerpiece of fresh flowers. The golden light of the chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow as the family gathered for dinner. Cassandra and Tobias sat at opposite ends of the table, their posture immaculate as they dined with Caitlyn, who quietly sipped her wine and picked at her meal.

Talk of Jayce and Mel’s upcoming wedding dominated the conversation. Cassandra, ever the meticulous planner, was discussing the details with relish.

“I’ve offered Mel the estate for the wedding,” Cassandra said with a satisfied smile. “It’s the perfect venue—prestigious, elegant, and large enough to host all the notable families of Piltover.”

“Mel seems thrilled with the idea,” Caitlyn replied, keeping her tone even. She hoped the conversation would stay on Mel and Jayce’s wedding, but she should’ve known her mother had other plans.

“And what about you, Caitlyn?” Cassandra asked, her sharp eyes fixing on her daughter. “You’ll be 34 soon. Have you given any thought to your own future? Perhaps there’s someone special in your life?”

Caitlyn’s fork froze halfway to her mouth. She carefully set it down, taking a moment to sip her wine before responding. “I’m quite focused on my work at the university, Mother. You know how demanding it is.”

Cassandra leaned forward slightly, her voice taking on a gentle but insistent tone. “Caitlyn, I understand your dedication to your career, but you’re not getting any younger. Surely there’s room in your life for a partner—someone who could share your accomplishments, maybe even start a family with you?”

Tobias cleared his throat, clearly sensing the tension. “Cassandra, let’s not pressure her. Caitlyn knows what’s best for herself.”

“Pressure?” Cassandra scoffed lightly, waving a hand. “I’m simply concerned. It’s only natural for a mother to want to see her daughter happy and settled.”

Caitlyn forced a polite smile, her mind racing. If only you knew, Mother. If only you knew that the ‘special someone’ doesn’t exist. And if someone comes close to being special it’s my student. A reckless, cocky, utterly irresistible woman who would give you a heart attack if you ever found out.

“There’s no one at the moment,” Caitlyn lied smoothly, her expression calm. “And I assure you, I’m perfectly content as I am.”

Cassandra sighed, her disappointment evident. “Well, I hope that changes soon. You deserve happiness, Caitlyn. And I would like to see you with a family of your own someday.”

Caitlyn nodded politely, grateful when Tobias shifted the conversation back to Jayce and Mel’s wedding. But as the dinner continued, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of her mother’s words.

Later, as she excused herself from the table and retreated to her room, her phone buzzed with a message from Vi:

Survived dinner with your parents yet? Or do I need to come save you, Cupcake?

Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

It’s over. And stop calling me that. You’re lucky I tolerate your insolence, Lane.

Lucky? Nah, I’d call it skill.

Caitlyn shook her head, leaning back against the door. Despite her mother’s probing questions and the impossibility of their situation, she couldn’t deny the pull Vi had over her—or how much she wanted to keep this risky, exhilarating connection alive. That dangerous pulls, that begins to develop into something more…

Sunday evening came too quickly, as it always did. Caitlyn gathered her belongings, carefully placing them into her leather travel bag. She was ready to escape the Kiramman estate and the suffocating expectations that seemed to follow her every move. Cassandra was waiting by the front door, her hands clasped together, the picture of maternal grace—except for the sharpness in her gaze.

“I know your work keeps you busy, Caitlyn,” Cassandra said, her tone far too casual to be genuine. “But soon enough, you’ll find the right one. Someone with proper manners, reputation, and, of course, someone your age. It’s inevitable for someone of your standing.”

Caitlyn froze momentarily, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Of course, Mother,” she said, her voice betraying nothing as she adjusted the strap of her bag.

Cassandra smiled, clearly satisfied with Caitlyn’s noncommittal response. “Safe travels, dear.”

With that, Caitlyn made her way out, her heart pounding as she stepped into the cool evening air. Sliding into her car, she let out a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Someone my age. Someone with manners and reputation. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind, clawing at her composure.

She didn’t know what compelled her, but before she could overthink it, she grabbed her phone and called Vi.

The phone rang twice before Vi picked up, her voice casual but teasing, as always. “Hey, Cupcake. Miss me already?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “Vi, do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”

“Never,” Vi quipped. “What’s up?”

Caitlyn hesitated for a moment, then sighed, her tone softening. “Do you want to come over to my apartment? We could… grab something to eat.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end before Vi spoke again, her voice laced with amusement. “Wait, are you asking me out, Professor Kiramman?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Caitlyn retorted, though her cheeks warmed. “It’s just dinner, Lane. Take it or leave it.”

“Oh, I’m taking it,” Vi said quickly. “Be there in an hour. Don’t start without me.”

Caitlyn hung up, setting her phone on the passenger seat with a small smile. For reasons she couldn’t fully articulate, the thought of spending a quiet evening with Vi felt like exactly what she needed.

As Caitlyn navigated through the city streets, the dim glow of streetlights streaked across her windshield. She drummed her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, her thoughts spinning. Her mother’s words had followed her out of the estate like an unwelcome specter.

“Someone your age. Someone with reputation. Someone with manners.”

She clenched her jaw. Vi was none of those things. Vi was younger, impulsive, and carried herself with a cocky edge that exuded rebellion. Her reputation? Hardly spotless—Vi was well-known around campus as a womanizer with a devil-may-care attitude. And manners? Caitlyn almost laughed at the thought. Vi was bold, brash, and unapologetic.

Yet here Caitlyn was, stopping at a small takeout spot to pick up food for them both. She’d called Vi, invited her over—not the other way around. And why? Because Vi’s brashness wasn’t just irritating; it was thrilling. Because Vi didn’t treat her like some untouchable, perfectly poised professor or the Kiramman family’s obedient daughter.

The reality of it all sat heavy in her chest as she handed her card to the cashier and grabbed the takeout bags.

Vi is the complete opposite of what Mother wants for me.

But wasn’t that exactly why Caitlyn had let it happen in the first place? She could still vividly remember the first time Vi had kissed her, the way her cocky charm melted into something genuine. Every encounter since had been equally intoxicating—passion, laughter, and a feeling of freedom Caitlyn hadn’t realized she craved.

As she parked outside her apartment and grabbed the food, Caitlyn let out a sharp breath. The danger of their affair wasn’t just the risk of being caught; it was that Vi was slipping past her carefully built defenses.

One dinner. Just dinner, Caitlyn told herself as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. But she knew better. Vi had a way of turning her plans upside down.

Caitlyn barely had time to set the takeout on the coffee table before a soft knock echoed through her apartment. She straightened her polo shirt, smoothing her expression into something neutral before opening the door.

And there was Vi, leaning casually against the frame, her signature smirk firmly in place.

“Miss me already?” Vi teased, her voice low and confident.

“You’re late,” Caitlyn quipped, stepping aside to let her in. “But I suppose I expected nothing less.”

Vi chuckled as she walked in, hands stuffed into her pockets. “Had to make an entrance, didn’t I?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. She gestured toward the sofa, where the food was already laid out. “Sit. Eat. Try not to spill anything.”

Vi flopped onto the sofa with all the grace of a rebellious teenager, but her grin softened as Caitlyn joined her. She looked at the takeout and back at Caitlyn. “You got my favorite. How thoughtful of you, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn froze for a fraction of a second at the nickname before narrowing her eyes. “Call me that again, and I’ll reconsider letting you stay.”

Vi raised her hands in mock surrender, but the smirk remained as Caitlyn propped her feet onto Vi’s lap, crossing them with deliberate elegance.

“I trust you can manage to keep still while I eat?” Caitlyn said, raising an eyebrow as she unwrapped her food.

Vi’s hands hovered awkwardly near Caitlyn’s ankles, unsure if she was allowed to touch her at all. “You’re really milking this whole ‘in control’ thing, huh?”

Caitlyn took a bite, leaning back leisurely. “Oh, I’m not ‘milking’ anything. This is just how things are. If you’re lucky, I might even let you stay the night.”

Vi’s smirk faltered just enough for Caitlyn to notice, and she felt a spark of triumph. But Vi recovered quickly, leaning back with a casual air.

“Guess I’ll have to be on my best behavior then,” Vi said, though the glint in her eye promised anything but.

Caitlyn allowed herself a rare chuckle, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

But as they ate, the tension softened, giving way to laughter and teasing. Caitlyn didn’t let her dominance slip—not fully—but she allowed herself to enjoy Vi’s company, her cocky remarks and all. For just a little while, the world outside her apartment didn’t matter

. As they finished eating, Vi leaned back on the sofa, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. Caitlyn noticed the shift in her demeanor immediately.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Caitlyn said, placing her empty container on the coffee table. She tilted her head, scrutinizing Vi. “That’s not like you.”

Vi let out a heavy sigh, her fingers drumming nervously on her thigh. “Yeah, uh… I need to tell you something.”

Caitlyn’s brow furrowed, her instincts kicking in. “That’s never a good opening.”

Vi gave a weak chuckle but avoided Caitlyn’s piercing gaze. “Okay, so… Powder might, uh, know about us.”

Caitlyn froze, her expression going completely still. “What?”

Vi shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through her hair. “She, uh… kinda saw you the other day when you were leaving my dorm. She’s been… piecing things together.”

Caitlyn’s lips pressed into a thin line, her mind racing. “How much does she know?”

“Pretty much everything,” Vi admitted, wincing. “She figured out it wasn’t just a one-time thing. She’s been keeping it to herself, though.”

Caitlyn pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath before fixing Vi with a sharp look. “And you waited until now to tell me this because…?”

“I didn’t want to stress you out,” Vi said quickly, holding her hands up. “I was hoping she’d just drop it, but, uh… Powder isn’t exactly the ‘drop it’ type, y’know?”

Caitlyn exhaled slowly, leaning back against the sofa and closing her eyes for a moment. “This is a disaster waiting to happen, Vi.”

“I know, I know,” Vi said, her voice quieter now. “But Powder isn’t gonna snitch. She’s just… amused, I guess.”

Caitlyn opened her eyes, fixing Vi with a glare. “Amused? That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

Vi hesitated, then gave a sheepish smile. “Well, she did say I’m punching way above my weight. So… that’s kinda a compliment for you, right?”

Caitlyn groaned, standing up and pacing the room. “Vi, this isn’t just some casual fling. If this gets out—”

“It won’t,” Vi interrupted, standing up and moving to block Caitlyn’s pacing. “I swear, Cait. Powder likes to mess with me, but she wouldn’t blow this up. She knows what’s at stake.”

Caitlyn stared at her, her arms crossed. “She’d better not. Because if she does, we’ll both be in trouble, and I doubt you’ll take the brunt of it.”

Vi softened, reaching out to take Caitlyn’s hand. “I’ll handle her, okay? Just… trust me.”

Caitlyn studied her for a long moment before sighing and sitting back down. “You’re lucky you’re so infuriatingly charming.”

Vi grinned, sitting beside her again. “I’ll take that as a win.”

Caitlyn shot her a warning look, but it lacked its usual bite. “Just make sure this doesn’t escalate, Vi. I mean it.”

Vi nodded, her expression sincere now. “I got it, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn glared daggers at the nickname, but she didn’t protest, her mind still preoccupied with Jinx’s discovery and the possible fallout.

Caitlyn leaned against the doorway to her bedroom, exhaustion etched on her face as she rubbed her temples. “You’ve been standing there for five minutes now, Vi. If you have something to say, spit it out already.”

Vi scratched the back of her neck, glancing down the hallway and back at Caitlyn. “I, uh… I was just thinking…”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Maybe… I could stay the night?” Vi finally blurted out, her voice quieter than usual. “You know, if that’s okay.”

Caitlyn stared at her for a moment, her expression unreadable.

Vi shifted awkwardly under the silence. “If it’s not cool, I can just—”

“Stop,” Caitlyn interrupted, crossing her arms. “Why didn’t you just ask that outright instead of hovering like an awkward schoolgirl?”

Vi shrugged, avoiding eye contact. “Didn’t want you to think I was, y’know, overstepping or something. I know that this is purely sexual between us and you’ve got early lessons tomorrow and all…,” Vi began to ramble.

Caitlyn sighed, her posture softening slightly. “Vi, you’re already here, and honestly, I’m too tired to argue about it. You can stay. Just don’t snore.”

Vi grinned, her confidence returning. “I don’t snore.”

“We’ll see,” Caitlyn muttered, stepping into her room and tossing a spare pillow onto the bed. “But for the love of God, don’t make me regret this.”

“You won’t,” Vi said quickly, following her into the room.

Caitlyn crawled into bed, pulling the covers up as Vi settled beside her, keeping a respectful distance. As the room grew quiet, Caitlyn mumbled, “You really are impossible sometimes.”

Vi smirked in the darkness. “Yeah, but you like me that way.”

Caitlyn huffed but didn’t respond, already drifting off to sleep. Vi lay there silently, a small smile on her lips, feeling surprisingly at peace.

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Caitlyn woke slowly, the warmth of another body pressed against hers. She blinked a few times, her mind still groggy, before realizing that Vi’s strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her close. The scent of Vi's skin, faint but comforting, filled her senses, and Caitlyn froze for a moment, taking it all in.

She shifted slightly, trying not to wake Vi, who was still sound asleep, her breathing steady. Caitlyn bit her lip, unsure whether she should pull away or just enjoy the moment. The weight of Vi's arms felt surprisingly... comforting, and Caitlyn wasn't sure how to feel about that.

She gently tried to disentangle herself from Vi’s grip without disturbing her, but Vi stirred and pulled her back in reflex.

Caitlyn sighed, her heart racing a little at the unintended intimacy of the situation.

She wasn’t used to waking up like this, not with someone she was supposed to be keeping things secret with.

"Vi," Caitlyn whispered softly, but there was no response. She nudged her again, this time a little firmer. "Vi, wake up."

Vi groaned in protest, her arms tightening around Caitlyn. "Five more minutes," she mumbled into Caitlyn’s neck.

Caitlyn couldn’t help but chuckle, even though she was still unsure how to process what was happening between them. She wanted to be frustrated, but the genuine warmth of Vi's touch made it hard to be angry. Instead, Caitlyn relaxed, allowing herself to enjoy the rare moment of peace before the reality of the day set in.

"You're lucky you’re cute," Caitlyn muttered under her breath, but Vi didn’t hear. Instead, she nuzzled closer, a soft hum vibrating through Caitlyn's skin.

A part of Caitlyn wanted to pull away, to remind herself of the boundaries they’d established, but the other part of her—a part she rarely let show—wasn’t quite ready to let go of the comfort Vi’s presence provided.

So, Caitlyn let herself linger in the quiet warmth for a few moments longer.

As she lay there, the warmth of Vi's arms around her, a thought began to swirl in her mind—what if things were different? What if Vi was her actual girlfriend, and not just someone who sparked moments of heat and secrecy?

She imagined what it would be like to wake up with Vi every morning, to have her there as a constant presence in her life. The thought was strange at first, almost surreal, but as she let it linger, she couldn't ignore the comfort and tenderness that came with it.

Vi, despite her cocky exterior, had moments of vulnerability that Caitlyn found herself drawn to—moments when she was just a woman, not a student, not an affair, but someone who could share in the small, everyday moments of life.

Caitlyn could picture them cooking together, laughing over something trivial, or even just watching TV, not worrying about the world outside.

But then reality hit her, and the fantasy began to fade. Caitlyn had responsibilities. Her life was built on expectations—her career, her family, her image. Vi didn’t fit into that neatly. She wasn’t a professor, she wasn’t someone of stature, and she certainly wasn’t the kind of person her mother would approve of. Caitlyn couldn't ignore that part of her, the one that clung to societal norms and family values.

Still, the image of Vi—her easy smile, her sharp wit, and those moments of unguarded tenderness—lingered in Caitlyn's mind. What if Vi was a part of her life in a more permanent way? What would it be like to throw caution to the wind, to stop pretending she didn't crave these stolen moments with her?

But deep down, Caitlyn knew the reality of it was messy. And as much as she longed for something simpler, she couldn't help but wonder if she was simply fantasizing because she was exhausted, lonely, or afraid of facing the pressure of her real life.

As Vi’s breathing steadied against her, Caitlyn sighed softly. It wasn’t just about what she wanted—there were too many layers to this, too many consequences. But for just a moment, in the quiet of the morning, Caitlyn allowed herself to dream, wondering if there might be a world where the two of them could simply be... together.

Caitlyn sighed again, feeling the weight of her thoughts against the comfort of Vi's embrace. It was almost maddening, the contrast between the chaos in her mind and the soothing steadiness of Vi's presence.

As if sensing her unease, Vi tightened her arms around Caitlyn, pulling her closer.

The gesture was instinctive, protective, as though Vi wanted to shield Caitlyn from whatever was troubling her. Caitlyn's lips curved into a faint smile at the thought. For all her cockiness and rebellious nature, Vi had a way of making her feel safe—a feeling Caitlyn rarely let herself acknowledge.

Her mind drifted again, despite herself. What was Vi dreaming about right now? Did she ever think about them beyond these moments they stole together? Or was this all just a game to her—a thrill of defying authority and rules?

Caitlyn felt a pang in her chest at the thought. She didn’t want to believe that was all this was to Vi. There were moments, like now, when Caitlyn could feel something deeper in the way Vi held her, in the way she looked at her when she thought Caitlyn wasn’t paying attention.

"You're impossible," Caitlyn whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible.

Vi stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Caitlyn bit her lip, torn between the urge to slip out of bed and the temptation to stay here, to let herself indulge in this rare moment of peace.

But then Vi’s arms shifted again, her hold firm but gentle, as if silently reassuring Caitlyn that it was okay to let go, even just for a little while. Caitlyn closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink into the warmth of Vi's embrace, her earlier worries momentarily pushed aside.

For now, she decided, she could let herself be held. Just for now.

Caitlyn turned onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as her thoughts continued to swirl. The quiet hum of the morning light filtering through the blinds was almost enough to lull her back into calmness. Almost.

Vi stirred beside her, the movement soft and instinctive. Without hesitation, Vi shifted closer, snuggling against Caitlyn’s side. Her head rested just below Caitlyn's shoulder, her breath warm and even against Caitlyn's skin.

Caitlyn glanced down, her gaze softening as she took in Vi’s face. For someone so full of fire and mischief, Vi looked remarkably peaceful in sleep—almost innocent. It was a stark contrast to the bold, brash woman who challenged her at every turn, the one who managed to dismantle her carefully constructed walls with a single smirk or teasing remark.

With a sigh, Caitlyn raised her arm and gently wrapped it around Vi, pulling her closer in a rare display of vulnerability. Her fingers brushed lightly against Vi's back, marveling her back tattoo and what story it might tell, tracing the outline of her spine as if to reassure herself that this moment was real.

As she gazed back up at the ceiling, Caitlyn let herself smile faintly. This was something she hadn’t expected—a sense of comfort she hadn’t realized she craved. She couldn’t let herself think too far ahead, couldn’t let herself wonder what this meant or what complications it might bring.

“What if I fall for her”

For now, she let her hand rest protectively on Vi, holding her close as the morning light played across the room.

But she froze for a moment as Vi's voice broke the comfortable silence.

"You know, you look beautiful when you’re smiling," Vi murmured, her tone soft but teasing, her eyes still closed.

Caitlyn blinked, startled. "How did you know I was smiling? Your eyes are closed," she replied, her voice laced with skepticism and a touch of embarrassment.

Vi smirked lazily, still not opening her eyes. "I could feel it. You’re not as guarded when you’re happy, Cupcake."

Caitlyn stared at her, torn between annoyance at the nickname and the way Vi always seemed to read her so effortlessly. "Don’t call me that," she said automatically, though her tone lacked any real bite.

Vi finally cracked one eye open, her smirk widening. "Fine. Should I call you Professor Kiramman instead? Or do you prefer ma'am?"

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, unable to hide the small huff of amusement that escaped her. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Vi shrugged, nuzzling closer to her side. "Maybe. But you like it. Admit it, I make your mornings more interesting."

Caitlyn hesitated, her fingers unconsciously brushing against Vi's back again. "You certainly make them… less predictable."

Vi laughed softly, the sound warming Caitlyn more than she cared to admit.

"That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me," she teased, her voice dropping to a playful whisper.

Caitlyn sighed, shaking her head, but the corners of her lips twitched upward again. "You’re insufferable," she muttered.

Vi grinned, leaning up just enough to meet Caitlyn's gaze. "But you’re still with me," she pointed out, her voice filled with a quiet sincerity that caught Caitlyn off guard.

For a moment, Caitlyn didn’t respond. She simply looked at Vi, trying to decipher how this brash, chaotic woman managed to unravel her so completely.

"Yes," Caitlyn said softly. "I’m still here."

And as Vi settled back against her, a satisfied grin on her face, Caitlyn couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

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Caitlyn adjusted her bag as they reached the entrance to the lecture halls. Vi lingered at the door, her usual confident swagger replaced by a slight hesitation.

She turned back to Caitlyn, her hands stuffed into her pockets.

"Hey," Vi started, scratching the back of her neck, "after classes today… wanna grab something to eat? There's this place, Jericho's. It's not fancy or anything, but it's kinda cool. I wanna show it to you."

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her expression cautious. "Vi, you realize how risky that is? What if someone sees us together?"

Vi’s lips pulled into a small, sheepish grin. "We’ll keep it low-key, I swear. It’s not like people are camping outside Jericho's. C’mon, Cait. Just this once."

Caitlyn sighed, glancing at the bustling corridor. The thought of being seen with her student made her stomach churn, but the earnest look in Vi’s eyes made her hesitate.

"You’re really pushing your luck," Caitlyn murmured, her voice half-annoyed, half-soft.

Vi clasped her hands together in mock begging, her grin turning playful. "Please, Professor? Just dinner. No expectations, no funny business—well, unless you start it," she added with a wink.

Caitlyn gave her a pointed look, but her lips twitched with the hint of a smile.

"Fine. But if anyone sees us and this comes back to me—"

"It won’t," Vi interrupted, her grin now wide with triumph. "I promise. Seven o’clock? I’ll text you the address."

As Vi pushed the lecture hall door open, she shot Caitlyn a quick, playful salute.

Caitlyn lingered for a moment, watching her go, before shaking her head and muttering under her breath, "You’re going to be the death of me, Vi. And maybe I don’t mind it…"

Vi tried to focus on her food, but the animated chatter at their table made it impossible. Jinx was teasing Ekko about his latest gadget mishap. Darius just shook his head at the chaos, content to eat in silence.

Then Sarah Fortune strutted over, her signature confidence in full display.

"Hey, mind if I join?" she asked, not waiting for an answer as she slid into the empty seat next to Vi.

Vi tensed immediately, her fork pausing mid-air. "Uh, sure," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

Sarah wasted no time. "Vi, you’ve been avoiding me," she said, leaning in closer than necessary. Her fingers grazed Vi’s arm as she added, "You know, we still haven’t finished that conversation from weeks ago."

Jinx’s smirk widened as she glanced at Vi. She propped her chin on her hand, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. Vi caught the glint of mischief in her sister’s eyes and shot her a warning glare.

"Yeah, uh, been busy," Vi replied awkwardly, shifting in her seat to put a little more distance between herself and Sarah.

Sarah, unfazed, brushed a strand of hair from her face and continued, "You should let me help you unwind sometime. I’ve got some ideas."

Jinx raised an eyebrow, leaning toward Ekko. "This is getting interesting," she whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Darius snorted, trying to hide his grin behind his drink.

Finally, Jinx spoke up, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, come on, Sarah. Don’t you think Vi’s got enough on her plate? You know, studying anatomy and all that."

Vi nearly choked on her drink, coughing loudly as she glared daggers at her sister. "POWDER," she hissed under her breath, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

Sarah tilted her head, clearly intrigued. "Anatomy? I didn’t think you were the academic type, Vi. And since when are you taking courses in biology?"

Jinx just chuckled, shrugging innocently. "What can I say? She’s got layers."

Vi groaned, burying her face in her hands. Jinx’s smirk only grew wider, her secret knowledge of Vi’s affair with Caitlyn giving her endless ammunition to torment her sister.

Vi froze as she caught sight of Caitlyn walking into the cafeteria with Jayce.

Caitlyn’s eyes scanned the room and landed on Vi’s table, specifically on Sarah Fortune, who was leaning far too close to Vi, her fingers idly tracing patterns on Vi’s arm.

Vi could feel Caitlyn’s icy gaze, her expression calm but unmistakably sharp, cutting through the room. Vi’s stomach churned.

Sarah, oblivious or perhaps intentionally bold, leaned even closer and whispered something in Vi’s ear, letting out a flirtatious laugh. Vi leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance without causing a scene.

Caitlyn didn’t stop walking, her chin held high, but Vi saw the flash of anger in her eyes before she turned to speak to Jayce, pretending as if she hadn’t seen a thing.

And then, Sarah struck.

"Honestly," Sarah said loudly enough for the table to hear, "our professor’s here, huh? She’s so stiff. Bet she thinks she’s too good for everyone. Probably can’t even loosen up enough to crack a smile, let alone anything else."

The comment landed like a slap. Vi felt her blood run cold, her hands clenching into fists under the table.

"Sarah," Vi said evenly, keeping her tone controlled, though her heart was pounding. "Drop it."

Sarah smirked, clearly enjoying herself. "What? You know I’m right. I mean, come on, Vi. You can do so much better than balling your eyes out and wanting to get into the pants of someone like her. What’s she got? Boring lectures and that holier-than-thou attitude?"

Vi gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to snap back. She couldn’t afford to give anything away. Not here. Not now.

Caitlyn and Jayce passed by without stopping. Caitlyn didn’t even glance in Vi’s direction again, though Vi knew she had heard every word.

By the time lunch ended and Vi headed toward their criminology lecture, her stomach was in knots. As the hallway filled with students, Vi pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message:

Cupcake, it wasn’t what it looked like. Sarah’s just... Sarah. You know how she is. Please don’t be mad.

She hit send, her heart pounding as she stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots that would indicate Caitlyn was typing back. But none came.

As Vi walked into the lecture hall, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Her heart leaped, but when she pulled it out, it wasn’t a response. Just the notification showing Caitlyn had read the message.

Vi sighed heavily, slipping the phone back into her pocket and sliding into her seat. As Caitlyn entered the room moments later, perfectly composed, she didn’t spare Vi a glance. The professional mask Caitlyn wore as a professor was firmly in place, and Vi knew she was in trouble.

As the lecture began, Caitlyn stood at the front of the room, her calm demeanor betraying none of the emotions simmering beneath the surface. Her sharp eyes scanned the students, lingering for the briefest moment on Vi before moving on.

"Before we dive into today’s topic," Caitlyn said, her voice clear and authoritative, "I believe it’s time for a quick oral test. A surprise one, to assess your understanding of last week’s material."

The room collectively tensed, a few groans escaping from the students. Caitlyn’s gaze swept over them, and then, with an almost imperceptible smirk, it landed on Sarah Fortune.

"Miss Fortune," Caitlyn said, her tone icy and precise, "why don’t you join me at the front?"

Vi froze in her seat, her jaw tightening as Sarah, seemingly unbothered, sauntered to the front of the class with a confident grin.

"Sure thing, Professor," Sarah said with an air of smugness, brushing a strand of her fiery hair over her shoulder.

Caitlyn clasped her hands behind her back, her posture commanding. "Excellent. Let’s begin."

The questions started simple enough, ones any attentive student could answer.

Sarah answered the first couple with ease, her cocky grin growing wider.

But then Caitlyn’s questions grew sharper, more obscure, diving into the nuances of legal statutes and the ethical complexities of criminology.

"Miss Fortune," Caitlyn said, her tone smooth and unforgiving, "in the case of Evers vs. Piltover, what precedent was set regarding the admissibility of evidence obtained through ethically ambiguous methods? Be specific."

Sarah blinked, her confidence faltering. "Uh... I don’t—wait, isn’t that in a textbook or something?"

Caitlyn raised a brow. "Surely you remember. We discussed it in detail last week. No? Perhaps another question, then."

And so it continued. Caitlyn’s questions became impossibly difficult, pulling from obscure readings and tangential cases no student would reasonably expect to know offhand.

The class watched in stunned silence as Sarah’s smug demeanor crumbled. Her stammering responses, coupled with Caitlyn’s calm yet pointed follow-ups, left her floundering.

By the end, Sarah was visibly red-faced, her earlier confidence utterly shattered. Caitlyn straightened, her expression neutral.

"Thank you, Miss Fortune. You may return to your seat," Caitlyn said coolly, dismissing her with a wave.

As Sarah shuffled back to her desk, her head bowed, Vi could feel the heat of Caitlyn’s unspoken message burning through the room. The professor’s gaze met Vi’s for the briefest second before moving on, and Vi swallowed hard.

Caitlyn resumed the lecture without missing a beat, as though nothing unusual had happened. But the tension in the room was palpable, and Vi knew this was far from over.

Chapter Text

As the lecture concluded, the students began filing out of the room. Vi lingered near the door, keeping an ear on the brewing confrontation. She could already see the storm brewing in Sarah's furious stride toward Caitlyn, who stood calmly at her desk, organizing her notes.

"You can't do this!" Sarah almost yelled as she reached Caitlyn, her voice echoing off the classroom walls. "That was completely unfair! Those questions weren’t just hard—they were impossible! You’re targeting me on purpose!"

Caitlyn slowly raised her head, her cold blue eyes locking onto Sarah with the intensity of a predator assessing its prey. Her calm composure was unnerving, her voice cutting like a blade.

"Miss Fortune," Caitlyn began, her tone measured and professional, "I assure you, every question I asked today was pulled directly from our assigned material. It is not my fault if you failed to study adequately."

Sarah clenched her fists, her face flushed with indignation. "That's bullshit! Nobody else got questioned like that, and you know it!"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop as Caitlyn took a deliberate step closer to Sarah, her presence commanding. "Are you implying, Miss Fortune, that I have some personal vendetta against you?"

Sarah faltered for a moment but quickly recovered, her frustration boiling over. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying! You’ve been on my case today, and this—this public humiliation—was the last straw!"

Caitlyn’s expression darkened, her voice dropping to a dangerously low register.

"Public humiliation? I was merely conducting an assessment. If you found it humiliating, that is a reflection of your unpreparedness, not my professionalism."

Sarah took a step back, momentarily cowed, but her anger flared again. "You can’t get away with this, Professor Kiramman. I’ll—"

"You’ll what, Miss Fortune?" Caitlyn interrupted, her tone razor-sharp. "File a complaint? Please, do so. I will happily provide the syllabus, the lecture notes, and a list of the reading materials that substantiate every single question I asked. If you wish to make a fool of yourself further, be my guest."

The room was silent, the tension crackling like a live wire.

Sarah stood frozen, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to form a response.

Caitlyn leaned in slightly, her gaze piercing. "Now, if you’re quite done wasting my time, I suggest you focus less on making excuses and more on your studies. I would hate to see your academic performance continue to deteriorate."

With that, Caitlyn turned back to her desk, dismissing Sarah entirely.

Sarah stormed out of the room, her face a mix of embarrassment and fury. Vi, still lingering near the door, swallowed hard. She glanced at Caitlyn, whose expression was cool and composed once more, but there was no mistaking the fire in her eyes.

Vi knew one thing for certain: she was in deep, and Caitlyn Kiramman wasn’t someone to be crossed lightly.

Vi stepped into the classroom, her footsteps slow but deliberate as she cleared her throat to catch Caitlyn’s attention. The room was still thick with the aftermath of Sarah's outburst, but Caitlyn’s focus shifted from the desk to Vi almost immediately.

Caitlyn's piercing gaze met Vi’s, cold and unreadable. Without a word, Caitlyn stood, her movements sharp and purposeful. She walked over to the door, closing it with a soft but firm click, the sound of it echoing ominously through the classroom.

Vi swallowed, unsure of what to expect next. She stood there for a moment, frozen, watching Caitlyn turn back toward her. The professor’s presence was commanding, her tall frame towering over the younger woman, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.

"You have something to say, Violet?" Caitlyn’s voice was low, laced with a dangerous edge, and the way she spoke Vi's name made her heart race.

Vi hesitated. Her usual cocky demeanor faltered slightly under Caitlyn's intense scrutiny. She swallowed hard before stepping forward, not sure whether to push the subject further or just remain quiet. She wanted to apologize for the situation with Sarah, but the thought of pushing Caitlyn even more into a corner made her hesitate.

Instead, she simply met Caitlyn's eyes, trying to hold her ground. “I… I didn’t expect things to go down like that,” Vi said quietly, her voice almost a whisper, unsure if Caitlyn was even listening. “It wasn’t my intention to make you look bad.”

Caitlyn stood completely still, not breaking eye contact. There was a long, agonizing pause before she finally spoke, her voice dangerously soft.

“You think this is about Sarah?” Caitlyn asked, a slight chuckle escaping her lips. “No, Vi. This is about you, and the mess you’ve dragged me into.” She took a step forward, closing the space between them. The heat of her body brushed against Vi's, making Vi stiffen slightly, a wave of nervous tension rushing through her.

Caitlyn reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against Vi’s cheek as she tilted her head slightly, studying the younger woman’s reaction. “You want to know what’s going through my mind right now?” she whispered, her tone barely audible.

Vi’s breath hitched as Caitlyn's words hung in the air, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure whether to respond or just let the silence stretch between them.

Caitlyn’s presence, her dominance, felt suffocating in the best possible way.

With a deep breath, Caitlyn leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear. “I think you’re far too reckless for your own good, Vi. And I think, you’re not the only one who’s in danger of losing control here.”

The weight of Caitlyn’s words made Vi’s pulse race. She didn’t know what would happen next, but it was clear that whatever this was between them, it was spiraling into something neither of them could easily stop.

Caitlyn’s hand shot out, her fingers curling around Vi’s shoulder, and with a sharp, controlled push, she sent Vi backward. Vi didn’t resist, letting the force of Caitlyn’s movement propel her into the wall behind her. A soft gasp escaped Vi’s lips, her breath hitching as the sudden impact left her pinned in place.

Caitlyn leaned in close, her body practically flush against Vi’s, the sharp edge of her breath mingling with the heat radiating from Vi’s skin. She didn’t give Vi a chance to speak, her eyes narrowing as she glared down at the younger woman.

“You think you can walk in here,” Caitlyn’s voice was low, sharp as a blade, “and turn this around? You think that by making me jealous or putting me in the middle of your mess, you’re going to get away with it?”

Vi’s heart raced in her chest, but her body didn’t move. She was frozen, trapped by Caitlyn’s gaze, by the way the professor’s dominance washed over her, pulling her deeper into a place she didn’t know if she wanted to escape from.

Caitlyn’s hand moved, resting just above Vi’s waist as she leaned even closer.

“I’ve had enough of your games, Vi,” she muttered, her voice thick with tension, “You wanted to play with fire, now you’re going to get burned.”

Vi’s breath quickened, and she couldn’t tell if she was terrified or thrilled. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath she took, the words Caitlyn spoke feeling both like a threat and an invitation.

“What do you want from me, Caitlyn?” Vi whispered, her voice thick with need, her lips tingling as they brushed against Caitlyn’s when she spoke. It was a vulnerable question, one she hadn’t wanted to ask, but one that felt like it was on the edge of her mind every time she looked at Caitlyn.

Caitlyn’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as her hand tightened, pulling Vi’s hips further into the wall. “I want you to stop pretending you can control everything, Vi,” she replied, her voice almost a growl. “I want you to realize that there’s more at stake here than your pride.”

Vi’s heart raced, the sound of her pulse pounding in her ears. She couldn’t help but feel pulled in deeper by Caitlyn’s dominance, her words making her dizzy with the kind of anticipation she couldn’t control.

Vi’s brain seemed to short-circuit as she stared into Caitlyn's intense eyes, the weight of the situation crashing over her all at once. She was trapped, lost in the mix of anger and undeniable desire. The way Caitlyn held her against the wall made every rational thought slip away, leaving only an overwhelming, pulsating need that Vi couldn’t control.

Her voice came out in a hushed, breathless tone, her body trembling as she fought to keep herself in check. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re angry,” Vi whispered, her words thick with a mix of admiration and lust. “I... I can’t even... when you’re jealous, Caitlyn, when you act like this...” Vi swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts, but they slipped away again as Caitlyn’s grip tightened slightly. “How could I think about anyone else when I have you?”

The vulnerability in Vi’s confession, the raw honesty of it, felt almost like a plea. Caitlyn could see it in her eyes—the hunger, the longing, the absolute certainty that Vi was at her mercy now.

Caitlyn’s expression softened for a split second, but the fire still burned in her eyes. “You have no idea what you’re saying, do you?” she murmured, her lips dangerously close to Vi’s. “You don’t get to have me, Vi. Not when you’re still playing games with me.”

Vi closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the tension building between them. She felt the pull of Caitlyn’s dominance, the way she was drawn to it even as she fought to maintain control. But the more Caitlyn pressed into her, the more Vi wanted to submit, to stop fighting and give in to the feelings that had been festering for so long.

Vi’s breath hitched as Caitlyn’s hand slid lower, her fingers brushing against her side, teasing but never fully touching. “You want me, don’t you, Vi?” Caitlyn’s voice was soft but loaded with power.

Vi didn’t respond immediately, her chest heaving with each breath, the words caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure if she could handle this side of Caitlyn, but a part of her never wanted it to end.

“I need you,” Vi finally whispered, her voice barely audible, but the sincerity in it was undeniable.

Caitlyn tilted Vi’s chin up with a firm but calculated touch, her fingers gripping just enough to remind Vi of her position. Her eyes bored into Vi’s, a mixture of dominance and a simmering hunger that made Vi’s knees feel weak.

"If you need me so badly," Caitlyn said, her voice smooth and laced with power, "then beg for me, Vi."

Vi’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing as she felt the full weight of Caitlyn’s demand. Caitlyn wasn’t just playing around—this was a challenge, a test of how far Vi was willing to go for her.

"I…" Vi stammered, her words caught in her throat as she tried to collect herself under Caitlyn’s piercing gaze. She swallowed hard, her usual cocky demeanor crumbling in the face of Caitlyn’s commanding presence. “Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Caitlyn raised a brow, her smirk deepening. “Louder. I want to hear how much you want me. Convince me, Vi.”

Vi clenched her fists at her sides, the humiliation and arousal battling for dominance within her. She took a shaky breath and let her pride fall away.

“Please, Caitlyn,” she said again, louder this time, her voice tinged with desperation. “I need you. I’m nothing without you. Please, just… don’t push me away.”

Caitlyn leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from Vi’s ear. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She pulled back just enough to lock eyes with Vi again, her hand still holding Vi’s chin in place. “But don’t think this gets you off the hook. You have a lot to prove to me, Vi.”

Vi nodded quickly, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’ll do anything, Caitlyn. Anything you want.”

Caitlyn’s smirk softened ever so slightly, and she released Vi’s chin, letting her hand trail down to rest lightly on Vi’s chest. “We’ll see if you can keep that promise,” she said, her tone teasing yet firm.

Caitlyn’s eyes never wavered as she took a deliberate step back, gesturing sharply with her hand. “Lower your pants, Vi,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

Vi froze for a brief moment, her breath hitching, but the intensity in Caitlyn’s gaze broke through her resistance. She fumbled with the button of her jeans before sliding them down, exposing herself as her face burned with both arousal and anticipation.

Before Vi could think, Caitlyn grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, pressing her firmly onto the desk. Vi gasped as the cold surface met her skin, her body tense under Caitlyn's control. When Vi’s eyes darted downward, catching sight of the growing bulge in Caitlyn’s tailored pants, her thoughts came to a screeching halt.

“Eyes up here,” Caitlyn snapped, her voice sharp as a whip, drawing Vi’s attention back to her face. Caitlyn leaned down, her lips curling into a smirk as she spoke slowly, enunciating every word. “You don’t get to look at me like that, Vi—not until I allow it. Understood?”

Vi swallowed hard, her breath shallow as she nodded. “Yes, Professor Kiramman,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but full of submission.

Caitlyn’s expression softened slightly, though her dominant aura remained unshaken. “Good girl,” she murmured, straightening up to her full height. Her hand trailed down Vi’s back, making her shiver as Caitlyn’s tone grew more commanding. “I want you to remember who I am. I am your professor, your superior. When I speak, you listen. When I demand, you obey. Is that clear?”

Vi’s voice trembled as she answered, “Yes, Professor Kiramman.”

Caitlyn’s smirk deepened, satisfaction radiating from her as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear. “Let me remind you, Vi,” she said in a low, sultry tone, “that every time you submit to me, you’re proving that no one else could ever make you feel the way I do. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Professor Kiramman,” Vi whispered, her voice heavy with need.

Caitlyn straightened, her commanding presence unwavering. “Good. Now, let’s see if you can behave yourself like the obedient little thing I know you can be.”
Caitlyn unbuckled her belt with a deliberate slowness, letting the sound of the leather slipping through the loops fill the tension-heavy air. Her piercing eyes never left Vi’s flushed face as she pushed her pants just below her hips, revealing her ramrod-stiff cock. Caitlyn grasped herself, lining up with Vi’s entrance as her lips curled into a commanding smirk.

“You’re nothing but my whore, Vi,” Caitlyn growled, her voice dripping with dominance. Without hesitation, she thrust in fully, stretching Vi as a gasp escaped her lips. Caitlyn’s hands gripped Vi’s hips with bruising force, pulling her closer as she began a relentless pace.

Vi clung to Caitlyn, her nails digging into the professor’s shoulders as the desk beneath them creaked with every thrust. Her mind spiraled, consumed entirely by Caitlyn—her voice, her control, her presence. “Professor,” Vi whimpered, her breath ragged as Caitlyn drove into her, hitting every spot that made her toes curl.

Caitlyn leaned down, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear as she spoke in a low, commanding tone. “You’re mine, Vi. My sextoy. My plaything. No one else—not Sarah Fortune or anyone else—has the right to even touch you.” Her thrusts grew harder, punctuating each word with a deep, deliberate stroke that left Vi trembling.

Vi’s grip on Caitlyn tightened, her voice hitching with every movement. “Yes, Professor,” she gasped, her head tilting back as her body surrendered completely.

Caitlyn straightened, her hand wrapping around Vi’s throat—not enough to hurt, but enough to assert her dominance. “Say it,” Caitlyn ordered, her pace never faltering. “Say who you belong to.”

Vi’s voice was a breathless moan, her body quivering under Caitlyn’s control.

“You, Professor. I belong to you.”

Caitlyn smirked, her pace quickening as her other hand gripped Vi’s thigh, pulling her even closer. “Good girl,” she purred, her eyes locked on Vi’s as she drove them both toward the edge, ensuring Vi knew exactly who was in charge.

“Is everything alright, Ms. Kiramman?” followed by a soft knock.

Caitlyn froze momentarily as the knock on the door echoed through the room. Her heart leaped, but her composure remained unshaken. With her hand clamping firmly over Vi’s mouth, she turned her head toward the door, her voice as smooth as ever.

"Everything is fine, Professor Heimerdinger," Caitlyn replied, her breath catching as she maintained her relentless pace. Her other hand gripped Vi’s throat, applying just enough pressure to keep her compliant and teetering on the edge.

"I’m conducting an oral exam with a particularly...challenging student. We’ll be finished shortly."

From beneath Caitlyn’s hand, Vi muffled a whimper, her body quaking as Caitlyn’s thrusts grew harder, more aggressive. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through Vi, making it nearly impossible for her to remain still.

Her nails raked down Caitlyn’s back as she teetered dangerously close to release.

Caitlyn leaned in, her lips brushing against Vi’s ear as she whispered between pants, "Don’t you dare cum before me. Hold it. That’s an order." Her grip on Vi’s throat tightened slightly, sending a sharp spike of control through the moment.

Vi’s muffled moans grew more desperate as Caitlyn’s pace became erratic, signaling she was close. The tension in the air was thick, Caitlyn’s hand pressing firmly over Vi’s mouth to stifle every sound. "You’re mine," Caitlyn growled lowly, her hips slamming into Vi’s with bruising force.

Outside the door, Professor Heimerdinger muttered something about letting Caitlyn finish her "exam," but his voice was a distant hum compared to the sounds of their shared intensity. Caitlyn’s body tensed as she finally reached her peak, her grip on Vi tightening as she claimed her fully.

"Now," Caitlyn hissed, her voice a commanding growl as her hand left Vi’s throat. "Cum for me, my little sextoy."

Vi obeyed instantly, her body shuddering violently as her release overtook her. Her muffled cry of pleasure filled Caitlyn’s hand as she collapsed against the desk, utterly spent.

Caitlyn smirked, pulling out slowly and adjusting her clothes with precise movements. She glanced at Vi, her gaze softening ever so slightly as she brushed a strand of pink hair from Vi’s flushed face. "Clean yourself up and get out," Caitlyn commanded coolly, though her lingering touch on Vi’s cheek hinted at something deeper. "We don’t want anyone suspecting... do we?"

Vi nodded weakly, her legs trembling as she scrambled to comply. As Caitlyn straightened her tie and opened the door, her calm, composed exterior betrayed nothing of the forbidden moment that had just unfolded.

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Vi stumbles out of the building, her legs barely holding her upright. She leans against the wall for a moment to catch her breath when she hears a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well. Someone had a... productive criminology lecture," Jinx says, her voice dripping with mischief. She’s leaning casually against a nearby post, a smirk on her face as she twirls one of her braids.

Vi’s face flushes deep red, her hands instinctively pulling at her hoodie to cover herself as much as possible. "Shut up, Powder," Vi mutters, her voice low and embarrassed.

Jinx’s smirk widens, her eyes glinting with playful malice. "Oh, come on, sis. It’s written all over your face. And your wobble? Priceless. Let me guess, Professor Kiramman really put you through your paces, huh?"

Vi glares at her, but it lacks the usual bite. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."

Jinx snorts. "Oh, please. I know exactly who left you looking like a baby deer learning to walk. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t hear Heimerdinger asking her about the 'oral exam.' What a coincidence Ekko has one too."

Vi buries her face in her hands, groaning loudly. "Why do you always have to make everything worse?"

Jinx steps closer, poking her sister’s side. "Hey, it’s not my fault you’re making it so easy. So, how was it? Is Professor Kiramman as good as she looks, or is this just some... educational extracurricular activity?"

Vi’s face somehow turns an even deeper shade of red. "I’m not talking about this with you," she snaps, trying to walk away, but her wobbly legs betray her.

Jinx bursts out laughing. "Oh my God, she wrecked you! This is amazing. I’m texting Ekko—he’ll want to hear this."

Vi grabs Jinx’s wrist, her expression panicked. "Don’t you dare!"

Jinx pulls her hand away with a wicked grin. "Relax, sis. Your dirty little secret is safe with me. For now. But you still owe me big time."

Vi groans again, slumping against the wall. "I hate you."

"You love me," Jinx sings as she skips off, her laughter echoing behind her. "And I love that you’re so bad at hiding things. Later, lover girl!"

Vi leans against the wall outside Jericho’s, her hands tucked into her pockets to keep them from fidgeting. The evening air in Zaun is thick with the usual grit and smoke, but her mind isn’t on her surroundings. She checks the time on her phone—6:58 PM. Two minutes to go.

Her foot taps nervously against the cracked pavement as doubts creep in. What if Caitlyn doesn’t come? She’d left in such a rush earlier, barely able to meet Caitlyn’s gaze after the professor’s curt dismissal. There hadn’t been any messages since then, and it wasn’t like their arrangement included… this.

This wasn’t supposed to be about dinners or meeting in public. It was supposed to be simple: sneaky hookups and stolen moments, not... whatever this was starting to feel like.

Vi huffs, rubbing the back of her neck. She pulls out her phone again, typing and deleting a dozen different messages. Don’t text her. She’s probably not coming anyway.

But just as the clock turns to 7:00, she hears the sound of heels clicking against the pavement. Vi straightens, her heart skipping a beat as she looks up.

Caitlyn approaches, her usual polished demeanor a stark contrast to Zaun’s gritty backdrop. She’s wearing a sleek coat, her hair framing her face perfectly, and the hint of a smile tugs at her lips when her eyes meet Vi’s.

"You’re punctual," Caitlyn says, stopping a few steps away.

Vi blinks, trying not to gape. "Didn’t think you’d come."

Caitlyn arches an eyebrow. "Why wouldn’t I? You invited me."

"Yeah, but this isn’t... y’know, our usual thing." Vi shoves her hands deeper into her pockets, her gaze flickering to the ground. "Didn’t think you’d want to hang out in a place like this."

Caitlyn looks past Vi to the modest restaurant, its warm glow spilling out onto the street. "Jericho’s, right? You said it was special."

Vi nods, her nerves easing slightly at Caitlyn’s calm tone. "It is. Best food in Zaun. And, uh, it’s kind of... my spot. Wanted to show it to you."

Caitlyn hums thoughtfully, her gaze softening as she steps closer. "Well then, let’s see what makes it so special."

Vi opens the door for Caitlyn, gesturing for her to enter first. As they step inside, the cozy, unpretentious atmosphere of Jericho’s envelops them. The smells of rich spices and sizzling dishes fill the air, and a few patrons glance their way before returning to their meals.

Caitlyn slips off her coat, draping it over her arm. She glances at Vi, her lips curving into a small, genuine smile. "Lead the way."

Vi’s chest tightens at the sight. She actually showed up.

"This way," she says, guiding Caitlyn to a booth in the corner. As they settle in, Vi watches Caitlyn curiously, trying to figure out what she’s thinking.

Caitlyn places her hands neatly on the table, looking around with interest. "It’s charming. Different from Piltover’s usual haunts, but... I like it."

Vi grins, her confidence returning. "Told you it’s the best. Wait till you try the food."

As they browse the menu, the tension from earlier in the day begins to fade. For the first time, it feels like they’re just two people, sharing a meal and enjoying each other’s company. But Vi can’t shake the feeling that this is something bigger than either of them expected.

As Betty approaches the table, her face lights up with a warm smile, her apron slightly stained from a busy evening. "Vi! Finally brought a girlfriend in, huh? About time!"

Vi freezes, her mouth opening to protest, but Betty isn’t done. "And I gotta say, you always did have a thing for older, more mature women. Good taste, kid."

Caitlyn raises an elegant eyebrow at Vi, who looks like she wants to sink into the booth and disappear.

Before Vi can stammer out a denial, Caitlyn gracefully extends her hand to Betty, her expression calm and poised. "Caitlyn," she introduces herself. "It’s lovely to meet you. Vi speaks highly of this place."

Betty takes Caitlyn’s hand with a knowing grin. "Caitlyn, huh? Well, you must be special if Vi brought you here. She doesn’t just bring anyone to Jericho’s. You two enjoy, okay? Oh and I’m Betty by the way."

As Betty walks off to put in their orders, Vi groans, slumping in her seat. "Great. Just great."

Caitlyn leans back, looking entirely unbothered. "Older, more mature women?" she teases, her voice laced with amusement.

Vi’s cheeks flush a deep red. "She’s exaggerating," Vi mutters, avoiding Caitlyn’s gaze.

Caitlyn doesn’t push further, but the smirk on her face says everything.

The silence stretches between them for a moment, broken only by the ambient chatter of the restaurant. Then, Caitlyn’s expression shifts, her teasing demeanor softening. She folds her hands neatly on the table, her voice quieter now.

"Vi," she begins, glancing briefly at the table before meeting Vi’s eyes. "Earlier... in the classroom."

Vi stiffens slightly, unsure where Caitlyn is going with this.

"I need to ask," Caitlyn continues, her tone uncharacteristically tentative. "Was it... alright? When I..." She hesitates, her eyes searching Vi’s face. "When I choked you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just..."

Vi’s eyes widen slightly before she quickly shakes her head. "No, no, it was fine. Better than fine, actually." She leans forward, resting her arms on the table. "I mean, you’re intense, but that’s kinda... y’know... hot."

Caitlyn blinks, her cheeks dusting a faint pink at Vi’s candid response.

"I trust you," Vi adds, her voice softer now. "If I wasn’t okay with something, I’d tell you. For real."

Caitlyn exhales, the tension in her shoulders easing. "I just wanted to be sure. The last thing I want is to cross a line or make you uncomfortable."

Vi gives her a crooked grin. "Trust me, Caitlyn, you’re not making me uncomfortable. If anything, you’re... kinda perfect at this."

Caitlyn smirks faintly at the compliment, but her eyes remain serious. "Good. Because if we’re going to keep this... arrangement, I need to know that you’ll speak up if something ever feels wrong."

Vi nods firmly. "I will. Promise."

The moment hangs between them, heavier than either expected, but it’s broken by the sound of Betty returning with their drinks.

"Here you go, lovebirds," she says with a wink, placing the glasses on the table.

Caitlyn thanks her politely, while Vi buries her face in her hands, muttering, "I’m never living this down."

Caitlyn takes a sip of her drink, her usual composed demeanor relaxing slightly. "We need a safe word," she says suddenly, placing her glass back down.

Vi blinks at her. "A safe word?"

"Yes," Caitlyn replies matter-of-factly. "Something utterly ridiculous so there's no confusion."

Vi grins mischievously, clearly enjoying the idea. "Alright, how about... 'picklebutt'?"

Caitlyn raises an eyebrow, staring at Vi as if she can't believe what she just heard. "Picklebutt? That's the best you can come up with?"

Vi shrugs, a playful glint in her eyes. "You said ridiculous. Can't get much more ridiculous than that."

Caitlyn chuckles softly, shaking her head. "Fine. Picklebutt it is."

Vi leans back in her seat, looking very pleased with herself. "You’re welcome."

As Caitlyn’s phone buzzes on the table, she glances down to check the message.

The screen lights up briefly, and Vi, always nosy, catches the words "your birthday tomorrow" before Caitlyn tilts the phone away.

"Wait," Vi says, sitting up straight. "Your birthday’s tomorrow?"

Caitlyn hesitates, then sighs, placing the phone face down on the table. "Yes. Tomorrow, I’ll be 34. But it’s not a big deal."

Vi’s eyes widen in disbelief. "Not a big deal? Caitlyn, it’s your birthday!"

"I don’t like making a fuss over it," Caitlyn replies calmly, though there’s a faint blush creeping up her neck at Vi’s enthusiasm.

Vi looks genuinely appalled. "If I’d known, I would’ve gotten you a present."

"You don’t have to do that," Caitlyn says quickly, her composure faltering slightly under Vi’s earnest expression.

"Are you kidding me?" Vi protests, her tone turning sweetly eager. "I want to. You deserve something special, Cait."

Caitlyn feels her cheeks heat up at the unexpected nickname and Vi’s sincerity.

"That’s... very thoughtful of you," she manages to say, her voice softer now.

Vi grins, clearly pleased with herself. "Alright, it’s settled then. I’m getting you something awesome. Just wait."

Caitlyn looks at her for a moment, her lips curving into a small, genuine smile.

"You’re impossible."

"Yeah, but you like me," Vi shoots back with a wink.

Caitlyn doesn’t respond, but the slight pink in her cheeks speaks volumes.

As Vi protests, Caitlyn gives her a stern look. "You’re impossible," Caitlyn mutters as Vi confidently hands over the cash to pay for their meal.

Vi grins cheekily. "Yeah, but I’m charmingly impossible."

With a sigh of resignation, Caitlyn leads Vi to her car. The drive to the dorm is quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound as the city lights flash by. Caitlyn’s mind races, her daydream of being in a proper relationship with Vi resurfacing despite her attempts to push it aside.

When they arrive at the dark parking lot outside Vi’s dorm, Caitlyn puts the car in park and turns off the engine. She hesitates, her fingers lingering on the steering wheel. "Well," she starts, glancing at Vi, "here we are."

Vi nods but doesn’t immediately get out. Instead, she fidgets with the hem of her jacket, her usual bravado replaced with an unfamiliar nervousness. "So, uh," she begins, her voice uncharacteristically uncertain. "Why didn’t you tell Betty the truth? You know, that you’re not... my girlfriend."

Caitlyn’s heart skips a beat. She had prayed Vi wouldn’t bring this up. Her daydream flashes vividly in her mind again, the thought of them as an actual couple—a thought she knows is impractical, forbidden, and yet... so tempting.

"I didn’t see the point in correcting her," Caitlyn says carefully, avoiding Vi’s eyes.

Vi tilts her head, studying Caitlyn. "That’s not the real reason, is it?"

Caitlyn exhales slowly, struggling to form a response. But before she can, the clock on the dashboard clicks to midnight, marking the start of her birthday.

Without warning, Vi turns toward Caitlyn, her gaze intense and filled with emotion. "Fuck it," she mutters, leaning in and capturing Caitlyn’s lips in a deep, impulsive kiss.

Caitlyn stiffens at first, her mind screaming about all the reasons this is a bad idea. But then her body betrays her, melting into the kiss, her hand instinctively reaching up to cup Vi’s cheek.

When Vi finally pulls back, her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her usual cocky demeanor is nowhere to be found, replaced with raw vulnerability. "Caitlyn," she says, her voice trembling slightly, "do you... want to be my girlfriend?"

Caitlyn’s breath catches as Vi continues, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. "I mean, I know I’m your student, and I’m only 20, and there’s this huge age gap, and I’m a Zaunite sump rat compared to you, but I swear, Caitlyn, I—"

"Violet," Caitlyn interrupts softly, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. She reaches out, placing a hand over Vi’s fidgeting one. "Calm down."

Vi bites her lip, her wide eyes locked onto Caitlyn’s. "Sorry. I just... I needed to say it."

Caitlyn studies her for a long moment, her heart pounding. The weight of their situation looms heavy between them—the ethical implications, the societal judgment, her own carefully constructed barriers.

But as she looks at Vi, she sees the sincerity, the care, and the undeniable spark that has drawn her to this impossible, reckless, wonderful woman.

"Let’s... take it slow," Caitlyn finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But yes, Vi. I’d like that."

Vi’s face lights up, her grin brighter than Caitlyn has ever seen. "Really?"

"Really," Caitlyn confirms, a small, genuine smile playing on her lips.

Vi beams, leaning back in her seat, her whole body radiating happiness. "Best. Birthday. Ever."

Caitlyn chuckles softly, shaking her head. "You’re impossible."

"And you like me for it," Vi quips, her grin never fading.

Vi’s hand is already on the door handle, ready to hop out and make her way to the dorm. But before she can, the low rumble of the engine starting again catches her attention. She turns to Caitlyn, her brow furrowing.

"What are you—?"

"I don’t want to spend my birthday night alone," Caitlyn says, her voice firm yet laced with vulnerability. She glances at Vi, her expression softening. "I want to spend it with my girlfriend."

Vi blinks, her heart skipping a beat at the word girlfriend. Her cheeks flush, and she can’t stop the grin spreading across her face. "You’re sure?"

Caitlyn rolls her eyes, but there’s a small smile tugging at her lips. "Get comfortable, Lane. I’m driving."

Without waiting for a response, Caitlyn pulls out of the parking lot, her focus on the road. Vi settles back into her seat, her heart pounding in her chest. She sneaks a glance at Caitlyn, who looks composed, her sharp profile illuminated by the passing streetlights.

As they drive through the quiet streets, Vi can’t help but feel like this moment is surreal. She reaches over hesitantly, her fingers brushing against Caitlyn’s on the gearshift. Caitlyn glances at her briefly, her lips curving into a subtle smile as she lets Vi’s hand rest there.

When they arrive at Caitlyn’s apartment, the two make their way inside. Caitlyn locks the door behind them, her movements slow and deliberate. She turns to Vi, her gaze soft yet filled with unspoken emotions.

"Make yourself at home," Caitlyn says, gesturing toward the couch.

Vi smirks, kicking off her boots and shrugging out of her jacket. "You’re the boss, Professor."

Caitlyn arches a brow, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes. "Keep that up, and you might find yourself back in detention."

Vi laughs, running a hand through her hair. "Noted."

As the night stretches on, they sit together on the couch, sharing quiet conversation and the occasional touch. It feels different now—more intimate, more real.

When Caitlyn eventually leans against Vi’s shoulder, her eyelids drooping, Vi wraps an arm around her, holding her close.

"Happy birthday, Cait," Vi murmurs softly.

Caitlyn hums in response, her lips curving into a small smile as she drifts off in the warmth of Vi’s embrace.

As Caitlyn emerges from her closet, she tosses a pair of her baggy lounge clothes at Vi with a small smirk. “Here. These should do. I’d rather not have you sleeping in jeans or… nothing.”

Vi catches the clothes with a grin, glancing down at the oversized shirt and loose sweatpants. "Damn, Cait, didn’t know you liked me in your clothes already."

Caitlyn arches a brow but doesn’t respond, her lips quirking upward as she heads to her side of the bed. By the time Vi changes and joins her, Caitlyn is already lying down, the sheets neatly tucked around her.

Vi slides into bed, fidgeting for a moment before instinctively wrapping her arms around Caitlyn’s waist. Despite being smaller in frame, Vi nestles into the position of the big spoon, her strong arms pulling Caitlyn close.

Caitlyn giggles softly, the sound breaking the quiet of the room. “You’re aware of our height difference, right?”

Vi lets out a playful scoff. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Big spoon isn’t about height—it’s about attitude, babe.” She nuzzles against Caitlyn’s neck, earning a soft hum of approval.

As they lay there in the stillness of the night, Vi’s voice breaks the silence, low and tentative. “You know… I’ve never had a girlfriend before.”

Caitlyn shifts slightly, turning her head just enough to glance back at Vi. “Never?”

Vi shakes her head, her breath warm against Caitlyn’s skin. “Nope. I mean, I’ve had… stuff. Flings. Hookups. Whatever. But never this. Never someone who—” She pauses, her words catching in her throat. “—who actually makes me feel like this.”

Caitlyn’s heart squeezes at the vulnerability in Vi’s tone. She reaches down, lacing her fingers with Vi’s. “Well, you’re off to a good start. Just don’t call me ‘babe’ too often in public, or I might reconsider.”

Vi chuckles, her grip tightening around Caitlyn. “Noted, Professor.”

As they drift off to sleep, Caitlyn feels a warmth settle over her, Vi’s steady breathing against her back grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected. For the first time in a long while, she doesn’t dread the dawn.

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The next day after lunch, Vi grabs Jinx and drags her from their friends.

Jinx stumbles as Vi drags her by the arm away from their friends, her half-eaten sandwich still clutched in her hand. "Vi! What the hell? I was eating!"

Vi doesn’t slow down, her grip firm as she weaves them through the courtyard toward a quieter corner.

Jinx finally yanks herself free and spins to face her sister. "Alright, spill. What’s so important you had to kidnap me mid-lunch?"

Vi glances around to make sure no one’s listening, then leans in close, lowering her voice. “I need your help. Like, Jinx-level help.”

Jinx narrows her eyes suspiciously. “What kind of help? And how much trouble am I about to get in?”

“No trouble! It’s for something good. Romantic, even,” Vi says, her cheeks tinting red.

Jinx’s jaw drops in mock disbelief. “Romantic? You? Did you hit your head this morning?”

Vi groans, running a hand through her hair. “Look, I want to do something nice for Caitlyn, alright? A picnic by the lake tonight, just the two of us. Sunset, food, the works.”

Jinx stares at her for a moment, then smirks. “Ohhh, I get it. You’re trying to woo the professor. So… what’s the occasion?”

Vi fidgets, looking down at her boots. “It’s her birthday.”

Jinx’s grin widens. “You’re planning something for her birthday? Wow. Never thought I’d see the day where Vi ‘I-don’t-do-relationships’ Lane would get all soft and lovey-dovey.”

Vi rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Are you gonna help me or not?”
Jinx pretends to think for a moment, tapping her chin. “Well, it depends. Do I get to tease you endlessly about this later?”

“Fine,” Vi groans. “Just… help me make it perfect, okay? Caitlyn deserves it.”
Jinx’s smirk softens into something more genuine. “Alright, sis. Let’s do this. But you owe me big time.”

“Deal,” Vi says with a grin, already running through the mental list of everything they’ll need for the perfect evening.

As Jinx steps back to admire their handiwork, she crosses her arms, nodding in approval. “Alright, I gotta admit, it looks pretty damn romantic. Candles, flowers, the works. You’re really pulling out all the stops.”

Vi finishes adjusting one of the cushions on the blanket and straightens up. “Yeah, it has to be perfect. Cait deserves this.”

Jinx raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Okay, but why are you going all out? I thought this was just… you know, a fun arrangement between you two.”

Vi freezes, her back to Jinx. She suddenly becomes very interested in fixing an already perfectly placed candle. “It’s… it’s not just that anymore.”

Jinx’s smirk grows as she walks closer. “Wait a second. Are you telling me that you and Professor Kiramman—sorry, Caitlyn—are, like, a thing now? Like, officially?”

Vi sighs, her shoulders slumping as she turns to face her sister. “Yeah, okay? She’s my girlfriend. But you can’t tell anyone. No one.”

Jinx gasps dramatically, clutching her chest like she’s been mortally wounded. “Vi Lane, in an actual, committed relationship? Stop the presses! The world is ending!”

Vi groans. “Powder, come on. I’m serious. This is… it’s important. Caitlyn’s important. And if people find out, it could get messy because, you know, she’s my professor.”

Jinx’s teasing expression softens into something more sincere. “Hey, I’m just messing with you. It’s kinda cute, honestly. I’ve never seen you like this about anyone.”

Vi rubs the back of her neck, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, well… Caitlyn’s different. She makes me feel like I actually matter, you know?”

Jinx grins and lightly punches her sister’s arm. “Alright, alright. I’ll keep it under wraps. But you owe me for setting all this up.”

“Yeah, yeah, add it to the list,” Vi mutters, pulling out her phone. She types out a quick text to Caitlyn:

Vi: Hey, meet me at the lake tonight. Got a birthday surprise for you. Don’t ask, just come. 7 PM.

As she hits send, her heart races. She pockets her phone and looks at the romantic setup, hoping Caitlyn would like it. Or, at least, not think it’s too cheesy.

As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Vi paces anxiously near the blanket. She checks her phone for the tenth time in the last five minutes, her foot tapping nervously against the ground.

“What if she doesn’t come?” Vi blurts out, her voice tinged with panic.

Jinx, lounging casually on a nearby log, rolls her eyes. “She’ll come, Vi. Relax. You texted her, right?”

“Yeah, but…” Vi tugs at her hair. “What if she thinks this is stupid? Or too much? Or—”

“Or what if she shows up, loves it, and you stop spiraling?” Jinx interrupts, standing up and putting a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Breathe, Vi. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack before she even gets here.”

Vi takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, but her nerves spike again when they hear faint footsteps approaching. She freezes, her eyes darting toward the path leading to the clearing.

When Caitlyn appears, her tall frame illuminated by the glow of the candles, Vi forgets how to breathe. Caitlyn looks around, her expression shifting from confusion to surprise as her gaze lands on the setup—and then on Jinx.

“Oh,” Caitlyn starts, her voice soft. “I… wasn’t expecting…” She trails off, her eyes darting between the romantic picnic and Jinx, clearly unsure of what to say.

Jinx smirks, crossing her arms as she sizes up Caitlyn. “Well, well, Professor Kiramman. I gotta say, I didn’t peg you as the type to sweep my sister off her feet, but here we are.”

Caitlyn flushes, her usual composure slipping for a moment. “I—”

Jinx steps closer, her smirk turning into a grin as she claps Vi on the shoulder.

“She’s a keeper, Vi. Don’t screw it up.” Turning back to Caitlyn, she adds, “Happy birthday, Professor. Enjoy your night.”

With a wink and a laugh, Jinx strolls off, leaving Vi and Caitlyn alone in the clearing.

Vi scratches the back of her neck, looking anywhere but at Caitlyn. “Uh… surprise?” she mumbles, her cheeks burning.

Caitlyn takes a step closer, her gaze soft as she looks at the setup. “Vi, this is… I don’t even know what to say.”

Vi finally meets her eyes, her voice unsteady. “You don’t have to say anything. I just… I wanted to do something special. For you.”

Caitlyn’s lips curve into a small smile, and she reaches out, gently taking Vi’s hand. “It’s perfect.”

As they sit on the blanket, surrounded by candlelight and the faint scent of flowers, Caitlyn takes a bite of the food Vi prepared. She glances at the lake, its surface shimmering under the fading sunlight, then back at Vi, who is nervously picking at her plate.

“This is really lovely,” Caitlyn says softly, breaking the silence. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Vi rubs the back of her neck, looking a little embarrassed. “I, uh, had some help.”

Caitlyn quirks an eyebrow. “Let me guess… your sister?”

Vi nods, chuckling nervously. “Yeah, she, uh, kind of figured it out. She helped me set all this up.”

Caitlyn places her fork down, folding her hands in her lap as she studies Vi. “So, she knows about us?”

Vi stiffens, her eyes darting up to Caitlyn’s face. “Uh… yeah. She kind of guessed. I mean, she saw you that day at the cafeteria, and… well, she’s Powder. She figured it out pretty quick.”

Caitlyn leans back slightly, her expression unreadable. “And how does she feel about it?”

Vi shrugs, her voice soft. “She’s cool with it. She teases me a lot, but she’s happy for me. For us.”
Caitlyn relaxes, a small smile forming on her lips. “Well, I suppose it’s not surprising. Jinx seems… perceptive.”

Vi laughs, the tension easing from her shoulders. “That’s one way to put it.”

Caitlyn looking Vi into the eyes. “Your sister, you call her “Powder”, but as far as I have heard, everyone calls her Jinx.”

Vi laughs nervously “Yeah, ‘bout that. Powder and I… she’s the only blood related family I have left. Our parents died in a sever car accident. After that, their best friend Vander took us in and raised us. When Powder started with all her technical stuff and sometimes blowing things up, she gave herself the nickname Jinx and insisted on people calling her that. But I still see my little sister in her and she’s more than someone who blows things up. She’s a genius, more than I am.”

The professor lays one hand on Vi’s thigh. “I am very grateful that you feel comfortable in sharing this with me Violet. And besides what I heard, your sister has a good heart, like you.”

After a short comfortable silence between the student and her professor, Caitlyn tilts her head, her tone turning curious. “Have you ever brought anyone else here before? To this spot, I mean.”

Vi’s eyes widen slightly, and she shakes her head firmly. “No. Never. This is, uh… this is a first.”

Caitlyn watches her for a moment, a soft warmth spreading through her chest. “I’m honored, then.”

Vi glances at her, her cheeks tinged pink. “You should be. I don’t usually… do this kind of thing.”

Caitlyn chuckles, reaching out to rest her hand over Vi’s. “Well, for someone who doesn’t ‘do this kind of thing,’ you’ve done an incredible job.”

Vi looks down at their joined hands, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks. I just… wanted to make you happy.”

Caitlyn squeezes her hand gently. “You have, Vi. You really have.”