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“Fuck, Kiramman. You squeal like a bitch,” Vi grunts out, fingers working inside her.
“Shut the fuck- oh - up, Violet,” Caitlyn grits out, panting between each word and moaning when Vi strokes the spot inside her perfectly.
The booming bass from downstairs rattles the walls, drowning out any noise, but Vi is still going to give her shit for it.
Caitlyn opens her mouth like she’s about to reply, but her body jerks, legs tensing around Vi and any words being replaced by more high pitch noises.
“You’re going to come that quick, cupcake?” Vi grunts, and Caitlyn rolls her eyes. Although, she isn’t sure if it's from the comment, or from the way her fingers are moving inside her.
“You’re such a fucking nuisance, you- oh fuck .” Caitlyn’s groans when Vi adds a third finger, stretching her even wider. She grips Vi’s shoulders, manicured nails sinking into the exposed skin. Vi hisses at the pain, tendrils of pleasure snaking down her spine and into her core.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Vi huffs, breaths becoming more labored as the fatigue in her arm increases. The angle isn’t optimal, but she’ll be damned if she moves now.
Vi makes her point by going even deeper. Caitlyn makes an animalistic noise, deep and throaty, and it works on Vi like a shot of adrenaline.
Caitlyn is less talkative now, the only sounds she makes are moans and breathy grunts. Her hands are searching for purchase on the desk Vi has her up against, head thrown back towards the ceiling and mouth in an ‘o’ shape. Her eyes are squeezed closed with a furrow to her brow.
Vi moves in her, fast and rough. Judging by the noises Caitlyn makes, she is curling her fingers perfectly to hit her g-spot. Her wrist and bicep are burning even more now, but she refuses to relent. She doesn’t know how long they’ve been up here, but sooner or later someone is going to wonder where they are at.
Looking at her face, Caitlyn seems close to coming, but Vi has half a mind rooted in self preservation to hurry this along. She removes her hand from where it had been wrapped around the small of Caitlyn’s back, supporting her. The movement causes Caitlyn to fall back, catching herself on her elbows.
She looks like she’s about to protest, but her words die before they are even formed when Vi’s thumb starts circling her clit, the angle even better for her wrist now.
“ Faster ,” Caitlyn demands. Vi doesn’t know if she means faster on her clit or the fingers pumping inside her, so she goes even faster on both. Caitlyn gets impossibly louder, nearly shouting at every thrust. Her legs shake, and Vi can feel the muscles inside of her begin to tense.
It’s over very quickly after that. She comes with a shout, knuckles white on the edge of the desk, legs tightly wrapped around Vi as she works her through her orgasm to draw it out. Vi slows her movements, but she doesn’t stop them while Caitlyn comes down from her high and catches her breath.
Caitlyn is left panting, but she wastes no time on aftercare.
“Get off of me,” she huffs, swatting Vi’s hands away with no real strength when she feels overstimulated and sensitive.
Vi removes her fingers, a loud, wet sound following the movement, which makes Caitlyn grimace.
She searches for something to wipe her hands on before just wiping them on her jeans. She needs to wash them, anyways.
Caitlyn, still regaining her senses, pulls her skirt down from where it was gathered above her belly button. “That’s disgusting,” she says, motioning towards where Vi is cleaning her hand on her thigh. She finds her discarded lacy panties wherever Vi threw them on the floor, and she slips them on.
Vi scoffs. “How can you think your own cum is disgusting?”
Caitlyn pulls a face, smoothing over her skirt and straightening her top. “You are so vulgar.”
“I grew up in a very inspiring environment,” Vi deadpans.
Caitlyn redos her ponytail, pulling it tightly from where it became wild and loose. She passes by Vi, not making eye contact, and slips out of the room. She lingers just over the threshold, then says over her shoulder, “Don’t tell a soul about this.”
“This is hardly anything worth bragging about, cupcake.”
Vi doesn’t know how it happened. She had too much to drink, she supposes. Everyone kept handing her shots and cans of beer, celebrating the boxing team’s win at yesterday’s match. One moment, she and Caitlyn are arguing in the hallway of a random house party. The next thing she knows, she is roughly shoving Caitlyn into the first room she sees and hiking up her skirt.
Her and Caitlyn have always hated each other. Vi is friends with Jayce since they’re on the boxing team, and Caitlyn is Jayce’s little sister. She has always had to endure Caitlyn’s prissy attitude. Just another rich sorority girl who looks down on Vi for, well, everything about her. She gets everything she wants on a silver platter, and she turns her nose up at Vi’s old, tattered jeans. And even worse, she’s a Piltie .
Piltover and Zaun are sister cities, and the tension between the residents is palpable. Piltover has always been a prosperous metropolis– the City of Progress. Through all their progress, they exploited Zaunite labor and resources to hoard their wealth, while Zaun is still recovering from a drug epidemic that ravaged the population. The poverty divide between the two cities shifted from a line in the sand to a great, impossible chasm. Vi grew up knowing she was less than the children of Piltover, a sump rat.
Caitlyn and Vi– they just don’t get along. They’re literally from two different worlds.
Jayce gets Vi, and sometimes she can’t even believe he is related to his snobby sister. They are so polar opposite. Jayce may have a bit of an ego, and he’s nerdy like his sister, but that’s where the similarities end. Sure, he grew up in Piltover, but he doesn’t act like it.
A crashing sound from outside catches her attention, and Vi takes in the state of the room. She didn’t really pay it any mind when they first found their way in here. It’s an office full of books and expensive looking knicknacks. Vi grimaces at the poor desk, its contents all knocked onto the floor. She debates cleaning it, but she checks the time on her ancient, cracked-to-hell phone screen, and swears.
It’s probably a forty minute walk home, and she’s already late.
***
“I’m really sorry, I know I’m later than I said I would be,” Vi rushes as soon as she walks through the door, kicking off her boots.
Vi assumes Mylo and Claggor are in the middle of some violent fighting game from their tense expressions and the sounds coming from the TV. They don’t look up from their seats on the floor, but they each grunt a greeting.
Powder crosses her arms from her spot on the couch, and the dim glow of the TV is the only source of light in the small apartment. “It’s past your curfew young lady, where have you been?”
Vi rolls her eyes, a sigh of relief causing her shoulders to drop from their tense position. Powder’s having a good day today. “I got caught up at the party, I didn’t realize it was midnight already. Did you eat dinner?”
“Leftover spaghetti from last night,” Powder says.
A string of curses leaves Mylo’s mouth at the same time that Claggor cheers, and the fighting match ends. Vi scrambles for the remote to turn off the TV before they can start up again.
“Ugh, Vi , it’s a Friday night. There’s no school in the morning,” Powder groans.
“Time for bed. Don’t you have work in the morning, Mylo?” Vi scolds. She knows he’s too old to need coddling like this, but she can’t help it.
“It’s just a convenience store. Who cares if he’s late?” Powder teases.
“Talk to me when you’re a contributing member of society, sister. I like to do more than sit on my ass and paint my nails, unlike some people,” Mylo snarks, matching Powder’s attitude.
Vi rolls her eyes, speaking up before they get into it more. “Powder is younger than you both. I’ll make her get a job when she’s seventeen, same as you.”
Powder scrunches up her nose, and Mylo sticks out his tongue.
Vi’s head is pounding. She leaves them to argue until they tire themselves out so she can find some headache medicine in the kitchen cabinet.
By the time she makes her way back into the living room, the boys have gone on to their room. Powder is in the bathroom attached to both hers and Vi’s rooms, and Vi joins her to brush her teeth.
Powder talks about her day, which is complete gibberish with her toothbrush in her mouth.
“How did you do on that test you were worried about?”
Powder shrugs. “I did okay, I think. I was the first to finish, so that is maybe a good sign. Grades should be out sometime next week, so we’ll see.”
Vi smiles at her, ruffling her hair. “I’m proud of you.”
Powder shrugs her off, hiding her smile. “Whatever. Goodnight, Mom ,” she teases.
“Goodnight, Pow Pow! I’ll come tuck you in!” Vi calls as Powder closes the bathroom door attached to her room, laughing at Powder’s response of a raised middle finger.
Vi looks back into her reflection, splashing water on her face. The weight of the day hangs on her shoulders, and memories from the party flood into her mind when she notices the smudged eyeliner around her eyes that she forgot to wash off.
Now completely sober, she doesn’t understand why she would hook up with Caitlyn fucking Kiramman of all people. The little sister of one of her closest friends. She knows Jayce isn’t controlling and he doesn’t think he owns his sister, but this has to violate the bro code. Plus, she hates Caitlyn.
It wasn’t anything besides them being drunk and just looking for a warm body, she tells herself. Caitlyn was extremely tipsy, maybe not drunk, but Vi could tell she was under the influence by the sway in her steps and the alcohol on her breath. Vi was drunk– it wasn’t pleasant. Not at all. And it definitely wasn’t romantic . They didn’t even kiss, for fucks sake.
So, that only leaves one explanation: c onvenience . That’s all it was. And it definitely isn’t going to happen again. By morning, they will have both forgotten about it.
***
Vi wakes up at 5:30am to her old-school alarm clock, and she promptly smacks it off. She can never rely on her phone to hold a charge, so one year for her birthday, Powder made her an alarm clock so she would stop being late to everything. It was an extremely thoughtful and practical gift, she almost feels guilty for punching it’s monkey face every morning. Almost.
She drags herself out of bed, making her way to the kitchen. She’s up much earlier than her siblings, so she moves as quietly as possible.
After breaking a new world record for fastest bowl of cereal eaten, she throws on her clothes and brushes her teeth. Her hair is not cooperating, and she really needs a haircut. The shaved side is a little more grown out than she prefers, and the longer part is nearly past her shoulder blades. For now, she just pushes it to the side and hopes it’s giving more ‘stylish bedhead’ than ‘unfortunate roadkill.’
She shoves her phone in her pocket and heads out the door, locking it behind her.
Her shift at the coffee shop drags on and on. She checks the clock after a particularly difficult regular walks in.
6:07
The older woman demands yet again, like she does every morning, that her coffee is not hot enough and she wants it to be remade. Vi sets her drink behind the counter, then makes a latte for the next person in line. After she finishes, she hands the same cup back to the older woman.
“Finally. I wish you would just do it right the first time, this is perfect.”
Vi flashes the woman a well-practiced smile, then drops it the second she’s out the door.
She gets called to help with the card machine at the drive thru, which keeps declining a card that the owner swears has money on it.
6:12
She drags a hand over her face, groaning at the minute hand and willing it to move.
***
Vi is exhausted after her shift, but she made good tips at least. When she gets home, she changes into workout clothes. Powder isn’t home, but there’s a text on Vi’s phone stating she is hanging out with friends from school. Mylo is at work, and Claggor is probably still asleep since he has the day off. She always has to keep a mental tab on where her siblings are, just so she knows they’re safe.
While standing in the kitchen and eating the sandwich she made, she notices how quiet it is in their apartment. The TV is off, no one is watching loud videos on their phone, no one is playing video games, and no one is arguing.
Ever since she was a kid, she never lived in a quiet house. Not in foster care, and definitely not in juvie. Quiet always meant something was wrong. Now that her siblings are getting older, they are out more and more. Soon enough, Mylo and Claggor are going to graduate high school, followed quickly by Powder.
Vi hadn’t considered the possibility of either of them going to college far away. In her mind, they would all live here forever, but she knows that's not realistic. She actually hopes they make it out of this shithole and have a better life than she is able to provide. What is she even going to do when her kids are all grown up and they don’t need her anymore?
“Hey, Vi,” Claggors voice cuts through her thoughts and the silence in the room.
“Morning, Clagg. I thought you were still asleep. Do you want me to make you anything?” she asks, wiping the crumbs off her mouth after finishing the last bite.
He shakes his head no, then sits at the table. She can tell he wants to talk, so she sits across from him. “What’s up?”
“I picked up a few extra shifts last week from people who called out at the last minute, so I got more money than usual. I want to add all the extra to the bill fund.”
Vi starts shaking her head before he even finishes his sentence. “No, Clagg, you earned that money. You already contribute enough to bills, I want you to spend it on yourself.”
He frowns, crossing his arms. Vi notices how grown up he looks, how his jaw has become more square and he has a hint of facial hair. He hasn’t been a kid for some time, but now, he is talking to her like an adult.
“Vi, I know money is tight. Let me give you this extra bit for groceries. That’s what I want to spend it on.”
“Clagg-”
“ Vi . It’s my money and I want my family to have a bit more this week. I already set some aside to add to my savings. There’s nothing else I want to spend it on, okay? We can get something really nice this week, maybe some fancy dessert.”
Vi purses her lips. “Where did you learn how to be so grown up and responsible?”
He cracks a smile, shrugging his shoulders. “My big sister, I guess.”
She reaches across the table and pinches his cheek, which makes him squawk and smack her hand away.
“Don’t tell Mylo or Powder about this, though,” Claggor says as an afterthought after he stands from the table.
She nods, sending him a smile before he heads down the hall to shower. She checks the time on the microwave, and slips her shoes back on.
Vi heads out the door again, making the quick commute to the community center near her apartment.
She always enjoys this part of her weekend. When she brought up the idea with her old social worker, she didn’t think anything would come of it. Now, two years later, she spends every Saturday afternoon coaching kids rugby. She always enjoyed playing rugby as a kid, even if it was just with her brothers and some other foster kids. It was more or less just them running around and tackling each other, but it was a good release for her. Her pain, anger, and hurt got beat out of her system. She would run until her lungs were tight, and the game would take her mind off of whatever was stressing her out. Now, she is able to coach kids going through some of the same things she did, and give them this outlet for exercise and stress relief.
All the kids are in the system, or fresh out of juvie, or otherwise delinquents. Vi thinks she’s the only adult they respect because they know she’s been through the same things they have. She talks to them the way she wished someone would have talked to her when she was a delinquent kid in the system, fresh out of juvie.
“Eddie, over here,” she calls when she sees the boy walk onto the field. He sets down his bag and jogs over to where she’s leaning against the bleachers.
“What’s up, Coach?”
Vi gives him a stern look, crossing her arms. “Your mom gave me a call the other day.”
He looks somewhere in the middle distance between them, eyebrows furrowing as he thinks. He looks back up at her, raising an eyebrow as he comes up with nothing.
Vi drops the act, breaking out in a grin. “A 74 on your history exam! That’s amazing Eddie. You’ve improved so much since summer school,” she says, holding out her hand for a high five.
He grins back, enthusiastically smacking her palm. “You had me worried, Coach! I didn’t know she told you that.”
“I’m proud of you, Eddie. You worked hard. Now go start your stretches,” she smiles at him again, then jerks her head towards the side of the lawn where everyone else has already started their warm-ups.
He salutes her, then jogs away. He looks more energetic than when he walked in.
Vi leads them through some stretches and light exercise to warm up..
She blows her whistle after their water break is over, stopping the conversations between the kids. “Now, who’s ready for endurance training? We’re going to start with sprinting!”
The kids all groan, chests huffing. “Come on you lazy asses! Don’t tell your parents I said that. Now, come on, follow me.”
***
At the end of the practice, she briefly talks with some parents and guardians who pick up their kids. She keeps the conversations brief, but she enjoys hearing about life updates and how their kids are doing in school, if they are staying out of trouble.
When the last of the parents leave, she gathers up her things, and ushers the remaining kids out of the gate so she can lock up.
The kids make idle conversation as she walks them to the bus stop. It’s only a fifteen minute walk, but Vi prefers to go with them. All the kids are older than ten, but they’re still young. She didn’t even let Powder out of the house on her own until she turned fifteen.
After waving goodbye to the kids as the bus drove away, she made her own commute home. The bus stop is a bit out of the way and makes her walk home a little longer, but she doesn’t mind.
She immediately showers when she walks in, deciding dinner will have to wait. She’s starving, but she’s disgustingly sweaty, and Powder isn’t home yet. The boys are playing a game on the couch again, so she knows they won’t care if dinner waits a bit longer.
She almost goes the entire day without thinking of the incident with Caitlyn until she has time alone in the shower with her thoughts. She scrubs a soapy hand roughly across her face, hoping to wash the memory away like the dirt in her pores.
It was terrible, really. The sex. Vi didn’t take her time, didn’t draw it out of Caitlyn. It was just quick, dirty, and rough. A means to an end. Impersonal, really, with them being fully clothed and Caitlyn being pushed up against a desk. Nothing memorable about it, truly. Vi has definitely had better sex in her life.
If anything, Caitlyn should be the one who is embarrassed. She let Vi inside of her, and she hates Vi. How desperate does she have to be to let a trencher fuck her?
Vi turns off the water after rushing through the rest of her routine, needing to get the fuck out of there and away from that train of thought. She pulls on a tank top and sweats, then goes back to the kitchen-slash-living room and finds that Powder is still not home. She calls her phone as she pokes around in the fridge.
“Hi Mom , I’m almost home,” Powder says.
“Not nagging, just seeing if you already ate,” Vi says, only half truthful. She knows she can nag and obsess over her little sister.
“Starving. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
She hangs up the phone, and Vi rolls her eyes. She knows it embarasses Powder when she calls and she’s with her friends. She thinks she’s an adult at fifteen, and what adult needs her big sister to track her every move?
Vi goes through the pantry and the fridge, seeing what she can scrounge up to make for dinner. She notes that she needs to go grocery shopping soon.
She finds a bag of frozen corn, tortilla chips, shredded cheese, and a can of black beans. Today is going to be a struggle meal day.
It’s kinda healthy, at least. Sort of. No one can say she isn’t making the kids eat their vegetables.
When Powder finally gets home, they all eat together and talk about their days. Vi doesn’t say much, but she enjoys hearing about an annoying customer Mylo had, and the funny thing Powder’s friend said, and what new level Claggor got to in his game.
She doesn’t tell them what Claggor did when she mentions going grocery shopping tomorrow. She takes requests for anything special they all want added to the list. Powder wants her favorite spicy chips, and Mylo wants protein shakes. Claggor doesn’t have a request even when she presses, but she makes a note to get plenty of his favorite cereal anyways.
After dinner, they pile up on the couch for their movie night. Every Saturday night, ever since they were in the same foster house, they have always had a movie night. Vi only missed it when she was in juvie.
It’s Powder’s turn to pick it this week, and she chooses some cheesy slasher movie from the 80s.
With her arm around Powder’s shoulders, she dozes off halfway through the movie. None of her siblings wake her up if they notice she fell asleep, and she wakes up the next morning with a pillow under her head and a blanket pulled up over her shoulders.
***
Vi sees Caitlyn again just two days later. While the university’s boxing gym is indoors, they practice their stamina by running the track and doing aerobic exercise outside on the field. Some days, they spend the whole practice outside exercising. Their speed, stamina, and fitness is just as important as their boxing technique.
Sometimes, Caitlyn picks up Jayce after practice, so she gets there a little early and hangs out on the bleachers when practice runs over time. She usually reads a book or does homework, which Vi thinks is ridiculous.
It’s not unheard of for people to sometimes watch their practices. Usually girls, for both the men and the women on the team.
So, Vi doesn’t immediately notice Caitlyn’s presence. She happened to glance over and meet Caitlyn’s eyes, which seemed to startle the blue haired woman. Vi winked, and Caitlyn scowled. She looked back down to her book, and Vi didn't catch her eyes again for the rest of practice.
Vi stays a bit later than the rest of her team. They head to the locker rooms, but she stays behind to talk to her coach. They have an important tournament coming up later in the semester, so Sevika has been a hard ass on them recently. As team captain, she often keeps Vi behind to discuss strategy, and what would be the best way to crush the other team. Mostly, they shoot the shit and gossip about other teams.
While Sevika is talking about some new recruit on their rival team, she glances over at the bleachers where she finds Caitlyn is no longer sitting. She is standing on the grass and leaning against the side of the school building, seemingly bored on her phone.
Caitlyn’s head pops up, and Vi quickly averts her gaze to avoid being caught looking. She isn’t positive Caitlyn could see her eyes from this distance, but she’d rather not test it. Registering Caitlyn’s lingering eyes on her, she forces herself to look straight ahead at her coach, pretending to be engrossed in her speech.
Slowly, she lifts the bottom of her shirt to wipe some sweat off her forehead, smirking to herself knowing Caitlyn’s eyes are on her.
Sevika raises an eyebrow when she sees this.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Vi jerks her head to where Caitlyn is still looking at her, without breaking eye contact with Sevika. “Messing with Kiramman.”
She looks over at Caitlyn, then back at Vi with a raised eyebrow. “Are you flirting right now?”
Vi’s mouth drops, and she starts sputtering over her words. “Of course not!”
Sevika does not look impressed. “Don’t get caught up with some girl and let her distract you, Vi.”
Vi groans. “I’m just messing around. I can’t stand her.”
Sevika rolls her eyes, then dismisses her to the locker room with a wave of her hand like this conversation is physically draining for her.
Vi walks backwards towards the school building as she sends Sevika a mock salute, then she jogs over to the door to get inside the locker rooms.
“Your drills were terrible today, it seems like you’ve gotten even slower at running,” an annoying accent chirped as Vi got within earshot of her.
“So you were watching my drills, Kiramman?”
Caitlyn’s eyes narrow in annoyance. “Of course not. I wouldn’t waste my time with something so mindless and unimpressive.”
Vi shrugs, crossing her arms and coming to a stop in front of Caitlyn. Caitlyn’s height over her is endlessly annoying. “Sure, that’s why I caught you staring at me several times,” she winks again, and Caitlyn immediately knows she was caught. Vi can tell by the purse of her lips and the furrow of her brow. Vi pushes open the door to the gym, but before she goes in, she calls over her shoulder, “You seemed pretty impressed with my performance the other day.”
To her surprise, Caitlyn marches after her into the women’s locker room.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You are the least impressive person I have ever had the displeasure of knowing.”
“Why do you always need to have the last word, huh? Were you always a brat, or did being raised by maids and nannies make you this way? Honest question,” Vi shoots back, throwing up her hands.
“Why do you have an inferiority complex when you talk about how I was raised? Honest question ,” Caitlyn mocks back. Vi doesn’t know much about Jayce and Caitlyn’s childhood, but she knows they grew up in a super rich and powerful family. She gets the impression that bringing up the privilege she has is a sensitive spot for Caitlyn. She succeeded in getting Caitlyn even more riled up, but it doesn’t feel as satisfying as it usually does.
“I don’t have an inferiority complex,” Vi huffs, feigning disinterest as she digs through her gym bag in her locker.
Caitlyn scoffs, getting her attention again. “Sure you don’t, Vi. You think you’re so much better than me and everyone else. That’s why you feel the need to hide behind your stupid smirk and terrible jokes to make yourself feel better.” Caitlyn takes a step closer, their height difference even more noticeable with them being this close. “You’re so confident, you love your life so much, that you don’t have to constantly comment on mine-”
“Shut the fuck up. You don’t know what you’re talking about, Kiramman. You don’t know shit about my life,” Vi hisses, refusing to back down.
“And you don’t know shit about mine ,” Caitlyn seethes, pushing Vi backwards by her shoulders. Vi’s back rattles against the lockers behind her. Their eyes lock in a heavy gaze, full of heat and anger. Caitlyn’s chest is heaving, and Vi’s still sweaty from the long practice. Caitlyn’s teeth clamp onto her bottom lip, the small gap between her middle teeth draws Vi’s attention to her blood red lips.
Vi notices, somehow for the first time, that they are completely alone in the locker room.
Something in Vi’s stomach coils, and it makes her fingertips feel electric. It draws her hands towards Caitlyn– whether to pull her closer or shove her away, Vi isn’t sure. The spike in adrenaline she got from being angry is still there, and she feels antsy all at once.
Caitlyn seems to catch this shift in Vi, and her eyes darken in response. Caitlyn crowds her again, but now for a completely different reason.
Caitlyn presses close to her, and Vi’s hands land on her hips without thinking. She doesn’t know how arguing, how hateful words and hurtful remarks, turned into this .
Caitlyn’s breath hitches when Vi slides a thigh between her legs, and Vi mirrors her reaction when Caitlyn does the same. They’re breathing rapidly, staring at each other darkly.
Just like last time, Vi finds herself in a compromising position with Caitlyn. Caitlyn’s hands grip onto the back of her hair and she rolls her hips, moving into her. The movement makes Caitlyn’s thigh pressed between Vi’s legs move, giving her some much needed friction. They both gasp, then Caitlyn rolls her hips again.
This time, Vi meets her movement with one of her own. It takes them a second to find their rhythm, but when they start moving together in a perfect way that allows them both to feel the friction, they moan in the empty locker room.
Caitlyn’s sharp intake of breath is all the warning has before she leans down and attaches her teeth to the side of Vi’s neck. She doesn’t suck, and definitely doesn’t kiss. Vi realizes this must be Caitlyn’s way of silencing herself, and that thought alone elicits a low groan from her. Caitlyn is so fucking weird.
Caitlyn’s thigh between her legs feels so good, and the wetness between Vi’s legs grows. Caitlyn’s face is in her neck, and Vi throws her head back. Every roll of their hips makes the lockers rattle. The thin material of Vi’s shorts allows her to feel everything .
Vi gasps as Caitlyn’s hand moves down her chest and stomach with splayed fingertips. The movement is slow, but deliberate as Caitlyn moves to where Vi wants her the most. Her fingers tease the waistband of her shorts, moving painstakingly slow. Vi’s movement becomes more fervent as Caitlyn slips her hand under the shorts but over her boxers, teasing her. Vi has to hold back a whine as Caitlyn removes her thigh and replaces it with her hand, rubbing broad strokes up and down.
One of Vi’s hands moves from Caitlyn’s waist to grip her ass, and Caitlyn practically purrs .
Vi can’t think. Her head is so cloudy with desire, she doesn’t think about how they got here, about why they are doing this. She doesn’t wonder if this is a good idea or not, she just feels .
Vi gasps as Caitlyn’s hand slips under her boxers to gather her wetness. “ Fuck .”
“Shut up,” Caitlyn groans, voice barely a whisper. Vi didn’t realize she removed her teeth from her neck.
Without warning, two of Caitlyn’s fingers slip inside of Vi, and she gasps again.
She probably looks ridiculous, in the locker room with her shorts around her ankles, being enveloped by Caitlyn fucking Kiramman. She can’t think about that or anything right now, not when Caitlyn’s fingers are curled perfectly inside of her. Vi continues grinding her hips to meet Caitlyn’s thrusts with her fingers.
Vi looks at her with half-lidded eyes, the first time they’ve made eye contact since their argument took a swift turn. Caitlyn’s eyes flip between the movement of her fingers and Vi’s face, cheeks red with effort and lust.
The hand in Vi’s hair grips harder, and Vi has to stifle her moans. She slams her head back against the locker, eyes rolling back in pleasure when Caitlyn yanks her hair again, seemingly testing the waters.
Vi feels heat coil tighter in her stomach, winding up as it prepares to be released. Caitlyn speeds up her movements, and with one more yank of her hair, Vi is orgasming into Caitlyn’s hand.
Caitlyn smacks her other hand over Vi’s mouth to stifle her loud moan as she comes. This somehow turns Vi on even more.
When Vi catches her breath and the cotton in her head begins to clear, Caitlyn removes her hand and wipes the mess on Vi’s shirt.
“Seriously?” Vi tries to put some bite into her words, but they come out breathy and hoarse.
Abruptly, the door to the locker room opens, and Vi shoves Caitlyn off of her so hard, her back lands against the wall of lockers opposite of them. Vi yanks the shorts back on, Caitlyn’s eyes ringing with alarm at the intrusion. The door is only slightly cracked, barely letting in a sliver of bright gymnasium light.
“Vi? Are you still here?” Sevika’s voice calls out.
Vi clears her throat. “Y-yes! Just getting dressed.”
“Jayce is looking for his sister, do you know where she’s at?”
Vi’s eyes snap to the woman in question, her eyes wide. Vi could almost laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
“How the hell would I know? She probably got bored waiting for his slow ass to deep condition his hair and moisturize, and left him.”
“Alright, I’ll tell him you don’t know,” she says, then the sound of the door closing echoes throughout the room.
“Motherfucker,” Vi sighs, leaning back against the lockers as her heart rate lowers.
“How the fuck am I getting out of here without being seen?” Caitlyn’s panicked voice cuts through Vi’s moment of reprieve.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so fucking high maintenance,” Vi scoffs, but she pushes off the lockers to cross the small room and stick her head out of the locker room door.
“Coast is clear. Go out of the side door and say you were on the phone or painting your nails or whatever the hell.”
Caitlyn emerges from behind the lockers, smoothing down her hair and clearing her throat.
“Right. Fine. Goodbye, Violet. Terrible time as always,” she huffs, pushing past Vi to slip out of the locker room.
Vi collapses onto the nearest bench when she’s finally alone, leaning her head back against the lockers. She quickly changes positions and sits up when she realizes, to her horror, the position reminds her of rough hands pushing her against the lockers, of nimble fingers, of teeth in her neck.
She can’t believe it happened again.