Vi and Caitlyn one-shots

Obvious

Caitlyn pov-

I can't stop thinking about her. My heart is racing. Her hair, her scars, her tattoos. God her voice makes my legs shake, I don't think she even realizes. I never want her to leave. I never believed in love or even that sex was that great. Not that I've had it but I'm feeling high just thinking about her. It's so hard to think now. I'm not very good at hiding it. There's no way that she knows. I hear a tap on my window. I look and see exactly who I wanted to see. "Hey cupcake, do me a favor and let me in?" She smirked. Fuck.... I grab her hand and pull her up. Her hands are so hot. Scars from fighting which I hope she won't ever have to do again. "Got some fascination with my hands? " she teased. She loves to play with me. "N-no. Just looking and making sure your hand is healing okay." I try and play off my obvious staring. "Aw, worried about me." She shoved her hands in her pockets, like she was hiding them. "Do you think you'll ever leave this place, Vi?" Please say no, please say no. "Not without you cupcake." She winked at me. "Hey what's up with you." Her voice was filled with worry. "I just love the thought of you never leaving." I play with my hair. Hoping she ignores my desperate feelings. She smirks. She walked to me swiftly. Pushing me against yet another wall. She grabbed my chin forcing me to look at her. I can feel my face burning. "Look at me." She almost sounds seductive. I look into her eyes piercing into mine. "I love the thought of us, Caitlyn. I don't want to fuck this up." She sounded so serious. "Do I have to spell it out?" She looked confused at my comment. "It's really hard to think under you. But I think we're the real thing..." I whisper out. "Could I be anymore obvious." I grab onto her waist hoping she would pick up my feelings. "Caitlyn, I have nothing... no money, I have no house, nothing to give you. You deserve more." She sounded disappointed in herself. "My love is free Vi. I don't need money. I need you. I want more of you... let me." God I'm so frustrated. I want more. I want her lips on mine, my skin feels like it's on fire. I want her to touch me...
"Vi..."
"Yeah cupcake?" She smiles
"Please... let me love you."
Her face is probably about as red as her hair.
"I never said you couldn't."
My mind is racing, I've wanted this for so long and she just has so much I want. I pull myself closer to her. "Kiss me, vi..." her eyes widen at my eagerness. She entangles her hands in my hair, pressing her lips against mine. I feel like this isn't even real. Her lips are so soft. I gently press my tongue against her lips asking for permission. She hesitated but let's me in and I kiss her with everything I have. I want her to understand just how much I wanted her. "I'm sorry... I've never done anything like this." She apologizes for her lack of experience when I've never had any either. I don't care how messy I am with her. "I don't either, we'll figure it out" she impatiently kisses me again. She picks me up and presses me into the wall further. God she's so strong. Her hands planted on my thighs firmly. I feel like my head is spinning so fast. She pulls herself from my lips. "You're so beautiful, Caitlyn." I gobble her praise up. She presses her lips against my neck. I can't help myself from moaning. Just looking at her makes me want to scream. Being with her feels so good. I start ripping off her clothes. She's so cute, blushing and flustered. I begin to unbutton my shirt. Starting to feel the same embarrassment. Finally finishing taking off my shirt she stares at me. "Caitlyn..." she moans out to me. I want all of her. I don't care how messy it is. "You sure you're okay with this." I know shes referring to me finding someone better, but there isn't any better than her. "I'm begging you. Please...touch me Violet." I push my lips firmly to hers. She unclips my bra. I feel so safe with her. I don't care how exposed I am with her. "I want more of you,Vi" I don't care how desperate I sound. "Little eager aren't we princess." She has no fucking clue. I untangle her from the rest of her clothes. Her body finally bare. I push her onto the plush bed. She covered her face. She's so cute. I straddle myself on her lap. Grabbing her arms and pining them above her head. "No reason to be shy. Look at me." I don't know where my confidence came from. I trail my finger down her toned stomach. She flinches at my touch. "Are you okay?" My concern clearly showing. "Y-yes, it just feels really good. Touch me more." I shiver at her pleading me for more. I've never seen her so... eager. I comply to her demands of course. Her body seems very sensitive, shuddering every time I touched her. I run my hands down to her hips. "Can I?" She looks at me confused. This is sort of embarrassing to say out loud. I was hoping she'd understand. "May I touch your more.... Intimate areas." Jesus that couldn't have been more awkward. She sort of laughed. "Cupcake, anything I have you're welcome to." Her face obviously told a different story. She was nervous. I think I was more nervous. I wanted her to feel good and I didn't know if I could do that for her. I touched the warm, apparently wet fabric. She inhaled sharply but bucked into me so I knew she liked it. My heart skipped a beat. I think I'm going crazy. I rubbed small circles and kissed her everywhere I could physically reach. She seemed to be melting under me. Sinking further and further into the bed. "T-that feels really good..." she muttered between moans. I feel like she's finally more comfortable so I take things a step further. I push the fabric to the side gently pushing a digit in. She holds her breath. "Did it hurt." I move a strand of her from her eyes. "N-no it just feels good. Everything." I could tell she wasn't lying. She was nice and loose. Her muscles relaxed and her hips unconsciously begging for more. I thrust my fingers more, earning me more moans and praise. Her voice, her moans, her warmth is driving me crazy. I'm surprised I haven't died from a heart attack. I add another digit. "Fuck..." she breathes in pleasure. I gently press my tongue against her nipple. "You're too good at this cupcake.." she teased me.

I hear tapping on my window and I shoot up from my bed. Dripping in sweat.
Holy fucking shit, that was a wild dream.
I get up and I see the pinkette who was throwing rocks at my window. I open it for her. "Having good dreams I see." I scoff at her remark. "Was it about me cupcake?" I roll my eyes. "Obviously."

Obvious- Ariana grande